#Bruce sometimes forgets to come at things from a normal POV so he go's to Tucker for advice

[azulhood]

Conversations between best friends has often led to some reckless/stupid/not thought out at all decisions. Like one conversation the amity park trio had where Danny said that he couldn't see Tucker as a doctor (the medical kind) to which Tucker responded with "Alright, bet." and enrolled in medical school. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Bruce Wayne and Tucker Foley somehow by coincidence *cough* clockwork* became friends. And stayed friends even after Bruce dropped out and Tucker went on to finish med school. It was a strange friendship that was mainly just Bruce calling Tucker from the weirdest locations and asking things "Out of curiosity, if an immortal nutjob wanted you to marry his daughter and become his heir what would you do? uh-huh, uh-huh, really? ok, thanks." and meeting up for coffee every now and then. It was during one of these coffee meet-ups that Bruce confessed that he wanted to adopt a recently orphaned child by the name of Richard. There was currently push back from people who didn't think 'Brucie Wayne' would be a good parent and from others who didn't want a random kid having a chance to inherit the Wayne fortune, the media was also having a field day. Everyone kept asking him to "reconsider" and doing everything they can to stall/stop the adoption process. Tucker, being the good friend he was, said "Don't worry, I got this" Stood up from the cafe table, walked to the nearest library and politely asked to use one of their computers, spent a good ten minutes on it, printed something out on the library's printer, walked back to the cafe where he left Bruce waiting. And finally, he handed over the paper with the words "Take this." and continued drinking his now cold coffee. Bruce was, understandably, confused. "What is-" "Trust me, it'll work." Tucker assured him. That is how Bruce Wayne adopted one Richard 'Dick' Grayson.

And after that, Bruce went to Tucker whenever he came across a kid that he wanted to adopt, which was often. It's one reason why Tucker will do everything in his power to make sure Danny and Bruce never meet for fear that the Gothamite might try to add the Halfa to the growing army of children. Aka

Tucker Foley is The Guy

[fandomlifechoseme]

hi! i i was wondering if you could write a damian wayne x reader where they are soulmates and he rejects her at first but dick finds out and fluff ensues

Hell yeah you can!

It was a fun day at school. All of the theatre kids put on a play while the sports kids played sports I guess, I spent the entire time chilling by myself. It was how I liked it. I spent the entire day drawing which obviously felt like heaven that was until he came around. Damian showed up in the art room I know he like to draw as well so I didn’t say anything against it. But then when I slightly got bored I decided to draw on my arm. I drew a little rose that Grew into a tree I thought it looks nice personally. When I looked up though, Damien was watching me with this disgusted look on as I obviously I thought he was just judging me because I was writing on my own. But then I looked onto his arm and they’re sat the exact same drawings. Shit. I wanted to talk to him about it but he just stood up and ran. Rude. Every day I saw him in the art room and I tried and tried and tried to talk to him. He never even let me get a single word in. One day I cornered him in the art room

“ we need to talk”

“ about what tch”

I quickly picked up my pencil and draw little smile on my wrist. It appeared on his quickly.

“That”

“Honestly I don’t want to be your soulmate either. but we need to talk about it”

He stood up from where he was sitting and gave me the most terrifying glare I have ever seen.

“ you don’t get it though, I’m never going to fall in love with a loser like you. You can’t be my soulmate because my soulmate would actually be good at something not mediocre at drawing”

He then marched out of The art room, leaving me there to just sit in sorrow. How can anyone be that rude. Let alone someone who I’m supposed to fall in love with and someone who I’m supposed to spend the rest my life with. I decided then and there that I would never conform to society is ideal soulmate. I didn’t need someone to be happy. Especially someone who makes me feel like shit. Months go by And every time I see Damien in the hallways I just give him a scoff. I just hope one day he’ll feel as bad as how I felt in that moment. no one in their right mind to get to treat someone like that and get away with it.

Art class was hard because Damian was in my class and Miss worked out they were trouble is between us. She took it upon herself to “fix” us. One day she decided that she would start a project. You had to paint someone you admired. And it was in pairs. So obviously she paired me with the asshole.

“ Who inspires that cold dead heart of yours?” Harsh. I know. But my parents had raised me to believe your soulmate is someone who makes you feel happy and get here. If it none of those boxes harsh. I know. But my parents had raised me to believe your soulmate is someone who makes you feel happy and giddy. Damian fit none of those boxes.

“my heart is very much beating, thank you and I guess Robin.”

Blah!

“Yeah I guess, I definitely prefer Nightwing though, oh! but Red Robin is awesome!” His face goes to pure disgust at the mention of Red Robin.

“Drake would never let me forget it. I’d rather do Nightwing”

At least we came to an agreement? Yano he’s not that ba-

“ oh and stop with the drawing on yourself. I don’t need that on me”

Nope. I take it back he is a 10/10 butthole. I take out my pen and start drawing red robin all over my arms.

“ fine, keep drawing. Just no Red Robin.” I can make this arrangement work out. Missed calls out to everyone, that we have five minutes and it would be best if we work a bit at home.

“My house or yours?”

“Tch, my Manor. obviously”

TIME SKIPPY!

After school ended I started heading over to where Damian was waiting. He offered me a ride begrudgingly. To which I accepted. I expected to be riding home in a simple car. But I did not expect a freaking limo. We get into the car and Damian calls to the driver.

“Pennyworth! This is my partner I was telling you about, We will be working on our project at the home today��� pennyworth? That’s a weird name. Maybe it’s his last name.

“ good evening Miss/Mr L/N my name is Alfred pennyworth. You may call me Alfred” I gave Alfred a small smile and thank him for the ride.

“You can you call me Y/N!” We went through most of the ride in complete silence. The only noise was the rare chatter between Alfred and Damian. When we pulled up to Damian’s house immediately recognised it as the Wayne Manor! I forgot he was a Wayne sometimes. He just acts so different to his father. We walk up to the door and hear gunshots. Obviously this scares me a little bit so I asked Damian what it was.

“That’s just Todd. You don’t need to be afraid of him” He says in a comforting voice? When we open the door I recognised Dick Grayson immediately. He may or may not of been my childhood crush, you’ll never know.

“ Grayson. This is my partner L/N. We will be working on a project from 4 to 8 pm. I expect no disturbances throughout this period of time.”Oh so he’s like that at home as well. Dick Grayson turns to me.

“Hi! And what is your name?”

“Y/n! I didn’t know you’d be here!” Out Walks Tim Drake. A distant friend of a friend.

“ honestly, I didn’t even know I’d be here until period four. It’s nice to see you Tim”

Tim then sees my arm Which still is covered with Red Robin

“ you are a fan of Red Robin?” He had an unnatural smile on. Like it looked like pure amusement mixed with doubt and a hint of sleep deprivation.

“Ye-“ before I could finish the sentence Damian grabs my arm and starts leading me to his room I think. Or the art room.

Dick’s POV

I noticed it when Damian grabbed their arm. I noticed the red robin drawn all over his arm too. Oh man. That explains when he came home awkward and semi Upset. I know he has a crush on them maybe they doesn’t have a crush on him. He would come home every day and just talk non-stop about them. Then one day he just stopped. He said at the start of that day that he would finally talk to them. And yet nothing happened. I turned to Tim to ask him

“Did you see what was on his arm?”

“Obviously, how could I ever miss this opportunity. He has red robin written all over his arm and drawn. I’m gonna have to thank Y/n”. After smacking him lightly. I go and try to find out what happened from Alfred. Tim goes back to his lair And does whatever he does when he’s hiding. I had to convince Jason to stop shooting so that Y/N would not think we are under attack. After a lot of digging and talking to everyone including Bruce and my lovely Barbara. I found out what happened. As the great big brother I am I had to get involved. I made a few calls and within minutes I had everything I needed.

“Damian! Y/n! Come downstairs we’re gonna watch a movie!” Obviously I picked out the most romantic movie we owned. It wasn’t really romantic but was the best thing we had.

“Grayson! We are working on the project! We are not watching a movie.” Okay time for plan b. I quickly run up the stairs and slam open the door. It turns out they were doing more than making a project. They were making a painting of me. There’s nothing more romantic than painting me. Well I think I still need to help out a bit. So I leave the movie there for them and ask if Y/N wanted to stay the night.

“I can’t, sorry, my mother would never agree.”

Y/n’s pov

I didn’t want to stay over because, my mother is a murderous people who does not like the idea of staying over boys house and I guess that’s the only reason. I mean Damien‘s bad but we have great conversations. Like before Dick came in we were having a fun conversation about why we admired night wing. Dick looked sad but he left.

“ anyway. Why do you not like Robin?”

“It’s not like I don’t like Robin. I just think he’s just a bit scary you know?” He nods.

“ why do you not like red robin?” This lit a fire in his eyes.

“ where do I get started. First of all he is incompetent, he thinks he’s great but he’s very shit.”

“Reminds me of you”

“ do not compare us”

“ or what?” He just laughs and as he was about to answer. Dick kicks open the door and starts talking about how he convinced my mother to let me stay over. I mean He probably could convince anyone anything. If he came up to me one day and said that the joker was actually Batman I’d immediately believe him.

I agree to stay over. And as I turned around I heard the door slam shut again. Sounds like dick had left. Damian looks at me with a sincere look.

“I want to apologise. I panicked and in the heat of the moment I said things I didn’t mean. One. I’d be honoured if you are my soulmate. Two. I don’t think your mediocre at drawing.”

Can’t say I expected that. But I don’t think he expected though was for me to forgive him.

“ Damian. I really like you and I think we could definitely work out as soulmates. If you are willing to try?” He smiles. this is the first time I’ve ever seen them smile and we have been in class together for almost 3 years.

“ can I, can I kiss you?”

I nod and lean into the kiss. Before our lips could touch though. Loud gunshots rock through the building again.

“Dam Todd.”

“ so I take it that the Waynes aren’t a normal family?”

“Nope” Tim says falling out of the ceiling.

[escapingreality1992]

A Fake Engagement Leads to Love

Wanda Maximoff x OC

When Rachel learns her ex is engaged, she feels a bit lonely. At a party, Wanda takes things into her own hands when she pretends to be Rachel’s fiancee. They are both invited to the wedding and a vacation. On vacation, things get heated between Rachel and Wanda. Feelings are revealed.

Rachel’s POV

           I sat in the dark scrolling through social media, a habit I had taken up while on downtime from training with the team. Today in particular happened to be a day off leading into more before a part at the end of the week. It wasn’t an important one, but one to celebrate the end of summer. Bonus points for it not being thrown by Tony Stark. No, this was all Steve Rogers’ idea. Surprising right? Nothing fancy, but you were allowed to dress up if you wanted. I had already picked up my outfit for the occasion; a light pink, polka dotted dress. It was strapless and the hem stopped right above my knees.

           I hoped to impress my crush on that night. I wanted to capture the attention of Wanda Maximoff. I hadn’t expected how I would end up doing it.

           Under normal circumstances, I’d be on my phone with lights on, but in this case, it happened to be well past midnight; everyone had turned in for the night. Except me. I am a night owl and sometimes don’t go to bed until after 1 a.m. I kept scrolling, falling deeper into a rabbit hole, liking pictures or statuses, when something caught my eye. My finger paused, hovering over the tagged post of one of my friends:

           “Liam Hanover was tagged in a status post. Engaged to Carly Ibsen.’

           I blinked. I scanned over it a few more time before reading all of the congratulatory comments. Liam, my ex, was engaged. He hadn’t even texted or called to give me the good news…or that he had even been dating anyone. It didn’t bother me that he was now engaged, but it stirred a pent-up loneliness I had shoved away far in my mind.

           No, I had been over him for years. I only thought I’d be the one who would marry first. The status change brought out a new sadness in my heart. I no longer thought I’d get married. Instead what crossed my mind was I thought I’d be forever alone.

           “No. I’m all by myself,” I whispered in the dark. I logged out and put my phone on charge after setting an alarm for 7 a.m. Tears wells up, spilling over onto my cheeks as I buried myself beneath the covers.

              The loud noise of my alarm woke me. I sprang up out of bed and changed into workout clothes. I pulled my long, chocolate brown hair into a ponytail and – as quietly as I could – left the compound for a run. One factor I didn’t account for was Natasha waiting for me at the front door; she was also wearing workout clothes, perhaps anticipating for me to come down the stairs this morning.

           “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. Oh, shit. How can she know already? I thought. I pretended I didn’t know what she was referring to.

           “What do you mean? I don’t…have anything to talk about,” I said. I paused when she held up the status post from last night on her phone.

           “How do you do that?” I asked, motioning for us to head outside.

           “I followed him after you two started dating. For precautionary measures of course. What I don’t get is why you haven’t gotten over him,” she replied.

           “I am over him. That’s not why I’m upset. I feel like I’m going to be alone forever,”

           “I don’t believe that for a second. You’ll find your special someone. There’s still time,”

           “Nat, I’ve been single for eight years. You managed to get a relationship with Bruce within two years. Steve is with Sharon and Bucky had the woman who he met at the movie theater. It’s bad enough, I have to see Liam’s engagement, plus all the pregnant former classmates from school. Not to mention my cousin who has also found out she’s pregnant,” I said.

           “You know… Wanda’s still single. I know you like her. Why not ask her out?” Nat suggested.

           “For starters, I don’t know that she likes women. Even if she does, I doubt she would be interested in me. Plus, I don’t want to ask her out after my ex got engaged. I’m sure that will really turn her on. Like, ‘hey, Wanda, my ex just got engaged and I’m feeling a little lonely. Want to go out?’ Yeah, that will be so great,” I snapped.

           “Don’t be grouchy. I’m only trying to help. If you don’t want to be lonely anymore, then do something about it,”

           “You don’t think I’ve tried. Nothing has worked. Forget it. I’m going to get breakfast. Alone. Don’t you dare say anything to Wanda, Nat. I mean it. I don’t want her pity. It’s the last thing I want from her,” I said.

           I stopped in the compound long enough to grab my keys and wallet. I left and spent the entire morning in a French café. I came back showered and picked up a favorite book to sit in the library with for a couple of hours. I’ll give Natasha credit. She didn’t say anything to anyone leaving me in peace. She left her plan for the party.

  Saturday

           I dreaded going to the party. Before, it had been about trying to impress Wanda, but now it was more I wanted to be with myself. My mind kept running back to the engagement post and I worried someone would see my pain. Wanda didn’t need to be one of them. In the end, I decided to go in favor of Steve, who really wanted all of his friends to be in attendance. I forced back my thoughts and held my head high as I stepped out on the rooftop.

           “Damn, I wish I could pull of polka dots as well as you,” Natasha greeted me.

           “Then I might have competition. I can’t let you beat me at impressing W…everyone,” I teased. Great. I still want Wanda to notice me despite of everything, I thought.

           “Ah. I see. This is for Wanda. Are you sure you don’t want to ask her out? You don’t have to mention Liam. Just tell her how you feel about her. The worst she can do is say no,”

           “No. I’m not feeling like myself. I guess I’m still reeling a little from the news. I think I’ll get a drink, maybe dance it out,” I said. She flashed me a thumbs up and left my side to find Bruce. I made my way to the bar and requested a run and coke to sip on. I watched the crowd, waiting on an upbeat song; I almost choked when I saw a familiar face. Liam.

           “Fuck. What is he doing here?” I muttered when he walked my way. I turned around, shielding my face and hoping he wouldn’t recognize me. Luck was not in my favor tonight.

           “Rachel? Is that you?” Liam asked me. I swallowed, forcing a smile to face him.

           “Liam. How have you been?” I said.

           “Good. Great, actually. I heard you moved in with the Avengers. Who knew you had a hidden ability? What was it again?”

           “Oh, you know. Animal magic. I’ve always been good with animals. I never would have expected to be able to call them into battle,” I replied.

           “Right. I got engaged to my roommate of all people. I guess things could happen like that. Let me bring her over here,” Liam stated. Of course, she’d be here, I thought. I fought the rolling nausea as he brought her to the bar.

           “Rachel, this is Carly. Carly, Rachel,” Liam introduced us. Wonderful. I’m in Hell, I thought, shaking the woman’s hand. At least things can’t get worse.

           “So, are you seeing anyone?” Liam asked. No, that’s a silly thought. It appears things can get worse. Not only that, but they were about to continue.

  Wanda’s POV

           I was mid-conversation with Carol, Bucky, Steve and Sam when Rachel walked in. The polka dot dress hugged her figure perfectly making it hard not to stare.

           “Wanda, you’re drooling. Why don’t you go talk to her?” Sam said. I turned away and went to wipe my mouth, finding it dry.

           “That’s not funny. I don’t want to interrupt their conversation. Besides she hadn’t noticed me yet,” I told him.

           “Natasha is already headed back this way. Go talk to Rachel. Get her to notice you. If you want to be more than friends, you’ve got to ask her,” Sam said.

           “I’m too nervous. Maybe later. Anyways, she seems as if she’s been in a bad mood the last couple of days,”

           “If you talked to her, you might know the reason. Wanda, she’s one of your best friends. There’s no reason to be nervous. Even if you do have crush on Rachel,” Natasha said.

           “Do you know why she’s been moping around the compound?” Bucky asked. Natasha nodded; her gaze locked on Rachel. The smile on her lips faded as she picked up on something else.

           “What? What’s wrong?” I asked. Nat quirked an eyebrow at my worried tone.

           “Is there danger? You would be worried too if there was going to be an attack,” She laughed, shaking her head.

           “No. No danger. Unless you call Rachel talking to her ex dangerous. What makes matters worse is that he’s engaged. Not to mention he’s brought his new fiancée here and he’s introducing them,” She stated. We all turned to see it playing out, Rachel’s body growing tense as it happened.

           “Is that Liam? The one she dated a couple of years ago. Weren’t they close? Oh my god. That’s why she’d been mopey. She’s lonely. Hey, Wanda, where are you going?” Bucky said.

           “Don’t worry. I’ve got an idea,” I told him, floating closer to the three people by the bar. It might be a disastrous one, but it would inevitably bring Rachel and me closer together.

  Rachel’s POV

           The doomed question. ‘Are you seeing anyone?’ Of course not. Instead, I’m watching Liam live out his happy life while I wallow in loneliness. I was about to answer when the feeling of soft skin draped over my shoulders. I turned my head to see Wanda standing beside me; my pulse quickened.

           “Is she your girlfriend?” Liam asked.

           “She’s-,”

           “Fiancée, actually. I’m Wanda Maximoff. It’s nice to meet you…” Wanda interrupted me.

           “Liam. This is Carly Ibsen, my fiancée,” my ex said. I shot Wanda a look that said, ‘what are you doing?’ but she ignored it.

           “Liam. Right. Rachel didn’t mention you’d be in town,”

           “I decided to stop in. I heard there would be a party. I’ve never seen the Avengers compound. It’s funny. Rachel, you didn’t mention you were engaged, much less dating anyone,” Liam commented. Neither did you, I thought. I decided to play along with Wanda’s plan.

           “We wanted to keep things quiet. We can’t have enemies kidnapping one of us in order to draw the other out,” I said. I wrapped an arm around Wanda’s waist, pulling her closer to my body.

           “Oh. Well, you’re both invited to the wedding. Maybe we can double date before then. The wedding is in a few months. It’s an outdoor wedding in the mountains. Carly and I were thinking about heading down to the beach for a mini vacation in two weeks. Care to join us?” Liam said.

           “Sure. We could have a little fun ourselves,” Wanda answered. With that, she lifted my chin up to press her lips against mine. A shock went through me and I gasped, allowing her to slip her tongue inside my mouth. Warmth flooded my body all the way to my toes; I clutched Wanda closer, drinking her in. We broke apart when someone cleared their throat.

           “Okay. We’ll see you at Hatteras in two weeks. I’ll send you where we’re staying, so we can go out for dinner or hand out at the beach one day,” Liam said. He moved Carly through the crowd away from us, letting me adjust to what had happened.

           “Wanda. What was that? We’re not actually engaged,” I said.

           “Sorry. You looked like you were in trouble. I thought I could try to get you out of it. Though, you’re the one who pulled me closer with that kiss. You didn’t have to play along. You could have told him the truth,” she replied.

           “Fair enough. Maybe we should keep this going until after the wedding. I hadn’t expected him to invite us to the wedding or go on vacation. Unless you want to cancel,”

           “I wouldn’t mid some time off,” she told me. She grinned before placing another kiss on my lips and walking away. I stood there stunned but enjoying the way she made me feel.

 Two weeks Later

           Wanda and I arrived at the house we rented for the week. We would be alone for two days before Liam and Carly joined us. Two days of not pretending, though I wished the relationship were real. Unfortunately, we wouldn’t be able to do anything fun today because it was storming.

           Instead, we unpacked and opted for a movie day inside the house. The freezing house. I wish I had brought a blanket, I thought.

           “We can share if you want. I don’t mind,” Wanda offered. After the party, I’d been too nervous to be close to her. The warmth I felt from the kiss had kindled a fire I thought I wouldn’t be able to control.

           “Are you sure? I don’t want to crowd you,” I said.

           “Get under here with me. I don’t want you to freeze your ass off,” I gave in snuggling close to her, relaxing immediately with the warmth. Instinct took over and I laid my head against her shoulder. She moved her arm pulling me into her body, my head now on her chest.

           “Comfortable?” She asked. I nodded. Her hand rested on my leg, her fingertips meeting bare skin. Halfway into the marathon, I felt her hand move closer to my inner thigh, closer to my core. Electricity hummed between us, but I moved away to my original spot.

           “Rachel, are you okay?” Wanda asked.

           “I’m fine. I think I’m going to turn in for the night. I’m a little tired from the trip,” I answered. I got up and went to my room before she could say anything; I closed and locked the door behind me, sliding to the floor. What did I get myself into?

             The second day flashed past by us quickly; we did our own separate thing, not interacting with each other. You could say I avoided her, and you’d be right. The night before confused me. Did she fell something for me? Was that why she had tried to make a move on me? These questions invaded my mind and I found I wasn’t able to be around her. I feared I wanted to do something about my own feelings. In fact, I had wanted to, but if she didn’t return my feelings the rest of the week would be awkward. Today, we had no choice but to interact. I received a text from Liam asking us if we wanted to grab dinner.

           I didn’t want to cancel, so I had said ‘We’d be delighted.’ In addition, we both wanted to lounge at the pool until we had to get ready. My eyes constantly wandered to stare at her. Wanda had broken from her standard red to wear a deep purple bikini with a strapless top. Right now, she was sunbathing, lying on her stomach asleep. Meanwhile, I kept swimming, the water easing my nerves. I dove underwater, wetting my hair again and nearly jumped out of my skin when I came back up.

           “Wanda, I didn’t see you get in,” I said.

           “You were underwater. I just needed to cool off before I head upstairs. It’s about four o’clock. We should prepare to go to dinner. I want to relax a bit before we leave,” she told me.

           “Okay. I’ll be up in a little bit,” Wanda left me alone at the pool and half an hour later, I went up myself. I entered our shared room, stunned to see her lying on the bed in only her underwear; the signature red had returned as a lacy thong and a bra that accentuated her breasts grabbing my attention. I didn’t think anything of it heading to the bathroom for a shower. When I returned, I was surprised to find her still in her underwear.

           “Are you going to change any time soon?” I asked.

           “We still have a few hours. I hadn’t planned on changing now. Why? Does this bother you?” she replied. My face flamed hot.

           “No, I only thought you might be more comfortable with clothes on,”

           “I do this all the time. I don’t see what the big deal is. We’re both women after all,” Wanda said.

           “I already said-,” I gasped when she used her powers to pull me over to her. I landed with my body between her spread legs, my head against her chest. Wanda removed my hands from the towel wrapped around me, slowly unwrapping it. She pulled it from between us, tossing it to the floor. I shivered as the cool air hit my body, more when her fingers traced the outward curve of my breasts.

           “Wanda…I don’t…think…” I began, the moan I let out silencing my thoughts as she circled them around the areolas.

           “Don’t think. Relax. I know you want this. I know because I want it too,” she said. He thumbs grazed over my nipples, the buds perking up at the touch.

           “We don’t have to pretend. Not anymore. I’ve liked you for a while. Let me play,” Wanda confessed. One hand moved to cup my jaw, turning my head so she could cover my mouth with hers. I moaned into it as she pinched a nipple; she rolled it between her fingers, the sensation driving me wild.

           “Let me play,” she whispered, breaking the kiss. I nodded, kissing her again. She kneaded my breasts, pulling and pinching my nipples; wetness pooled at my center. One hand was kept playing with my breasts, while she moved the other between my legs, using her own to spread mine wider. Wanda rubbed my clit with her thumb, one finger slipping inside me.

           “Fuck. Wanda, more please,” I begged. She complied, adding another finger and pumping in and out of me. I didn’t hold me back, moaning her name as the first orgasm hit, coating her fingers in slick, sticky cum. She shifted, laying back, coming between my legs. She licked a thick stripe up my pussy, my hips bucking in response. She continued eating me out until another wave hit and I came screaming her name. She came back up to kiss me, my hands unhooking her bra. I took it off, moving to slide off the thong, it too being discarded on the floor.

           “My turn,” I told her. I flipped Wanda over prepared to pleasure her in all the ways I could. Finished having our intimate afternoon, we lay beside each other, our sweaty bodies tangled together.

           “We should cancel the double date. Order in and do this again,” Wanda said. She stroked my arm, sending goosebumps all over my skin.

           “Or we could go and come back to do it again. Besides it’s only one night. We have the rest of the week to have more fun doing this,” I commented. She smiled, leaning in to kiss me.

           “One night. Then you’re all mine,”

           Let’s just say we became official at the end of the week.

   The Wedding

           By the time Liam’s wedding came around, Wanda and I were officially engaged; no pretending necessary. We realized we had been in love a month after the events of the beach. This came as no surprise to our friends who had tried to push us together in the beginning. Sitting with her at this wedding while waiting for a wedding our own was the best moment ever. I held her hand as we both cried at the love shared between Liam and Carly, who would undoubtedly be happy for the rest of their lives. My heart brimmed with happiness while they shared their vows.

           I sat in Wanda’s lap at the reception watching the first dance. Halfway through, we shared a kiss that was as magical as the first. I had met my soulmate and dreamed of the day she would become my wife. We danced having a good time, before returning home for a celebration with our friends. My loneliness had faded away, leaving with the most perfect woman I was meant to be with for the rest of my life.

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Super Like - Chapter 7

Super Like: A Captain America Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous | Next For Steve’s POV

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count:  1850ish

Warnings:  None for this chapter.

Synopsis:   Nerves about meeting the team builds.  Steve finally finds out the secret you were keeping.

A/N:  Re-uploading from @emilyevanston.

THERE ARE IMAGES IN THIS FIC THAT ARE ESSENTIAL TO THE STORY.

Chapter 7

Meeting the family.  It was big.  Yeah, the Avengers weren't his biological family.  They were still his family and this was important to Steve.  He needed it to be sure of his feelings and knowing this was right for him to go forward with.

So, of course, you started to overthink it.

What if they didn't like you?  What if you were too normal?  Too boring?  What if you said something wrong?  What if you couldn’t keep up?  What if?  What if?  What if?  You were going to make yourself crazy.

It was always nerve-wracking to meet best friends and parents of your new relationship.  Somehow this was worse.  They weren’t just his family.  They were the Avengers.  Superheros and celebrities and billionaires.  Who were you compared to the Avengers?

Your panic sometimes turned into freaked out text messages.

You rolled your eyes.  You loved sassy Steve normally but right now you could choke him.

The pet names were new.  He’d started using them the day after he’d invited you to meet them.  It was cute and you liked seeing them on the screen.  You couldn’t wait to hear them out loud too.

The conversation didn't help at all and you kept going through your wardrobe choosing thing and then deciding against them only to come back to them again later.  You also worried about how to wear your hair and makeup.

Not that how you looked was your only concern.

Not that Steve was the only one getting text messages from you.  Your friend Max was being bombarded with every little thing you were overthinking.

You knew it was a joke but your sense of humor had completely fucked off on you at this point and all rational thought had long since left you.

Max came through for you.  He always did.  You modeled about 12 dresses for him before settling on one and then caught the subway to the Avengers’ Tower, still freaking out that you should have stopped and gotten dessert or something.  Or maybe made it?  Tony Stark can’t have a cellar full of homemade desserts surely.

You had to check in at security.  You’d known it would be coming.  They weren’t going to just let any old person in off the street into the building, obviously.  Still, it felt weird having to pull out your license and have your identity verified just so you could see your boyfriend.

Boyfriend?  Did you just think of him as your boyfriend?  Was that okay if he wasn’t quite sure of his comfort level yet?  That ‘defining who you were’ conversation hadn’t happened yet and you really didn’t like those anyway.  It had been months now, surely boyfriend was fine.

You rode the elevator up and the doors opened into a large open room, with a bar, pool table and couches scattered around the place.  Most of the Avengers were sitting on a group of couches raised above the main floor by a window that looked out over the Chrysler Building and East River.

Steve, however, was standing by the door.  “Hey, right on time.”  He said kissing your cheek.

You laughed.  It sounded weird and slightly hysterical.  “Anxiety makes me be on time.”

He smiled softly at you and took your hands.  You looked up into his pale blue eyes and felt yourself relax a little.  “Hey.  It’s me and my friends.  It’s not that big of a deal, sweetheart.”

“They're your family.”  You whispered.

He chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist.  “Come on.  Let's get it over with.  Right off.  Like a band-aid.”

You went over to the group and they all stood as you approach.  Steve introduced you all, not that you need to have them pointed out.  You knew each of their names.  You heard them enough on TV.  They each shook your hand and took a seat.  You sat down too, right next to Bucky Barnes.

Steve sat beside you and put his arm around your shoulders.  You moved so you're pressed against him and it felt comforting.  That little touch made it feel more natural and not so much like you’re meeting a bunch of celebrity superheroes.

“Can I get you a drink?”  Tony offered before he took a seat.

You asked him for a drink and he skipped down to the bar to get it for you.

“It’s about time we met,”  Sam said.

You smiled at him.  “It sure is.  I guess I have you to thank, huh?”

“Tell you what, first kid is named Sam, okay?”  Sam teased.

You laughed but your body tensed up.  Steve rubbed your arm up and down and rolled his eyes.  “We’ll be sure to.”  He shot back.

“So tell us about yourself,”  Tony said, coming back and handing you your drink.

Thus started the cross-examination.  It wasn’t so bad.  You told about your childhood and what you did for work.  About your family and hobbies.  It became slightly more relaxed when dinner was served.  You learned more about them.  How funny Tony, Clint, and Sam were. How quiet Natasha, Bruce, and Bucky were.  How Soft Vision and Wanda were.  It was interesting seeing them just casually.  The longer you spent with them the more they felt like real people and not just superheroes you’d seen on TV.

After you’d eaten you started hanging out, playing pool and drinking.  Sam cornered you at the bar while you were making cocktails.  “So, I gotta say,”  He said as he poured himself a scotch over ice.  “I always assumed the person who would respond to that add would be crazy.  Like a stalker or something.”

You laughed.  “No.  Not a stalker.”

“So why’d you respond?  It literally just said ‘I’m Captain America’.”

“No.  It said ‘I’m Captain America.  What else do you need to know?’”  You corrected him.

It made him throw his head back laughing.  “Oh yeah.  That was good.  Still.  Spill.  Why’d you reply?”

“Honestly?”  You asked.

“I thought it was fake and just wanted to screencap myself getting matched with Captain America.”  You said.

Sam laughed even harder.  “Oh my god!  That’s a good one!”

“I nearly shat myself when actual Steve Rogers showed up for coffee that day.  I thought I’d been roleplaying with some kid pretending to be Captain America.”  You explained.

Sam laughed even harder putting his hand on your shoulder.  “You … thought… you… were… what?”

“Roleplaying.”  You said.  “I had money on a 17-year-old girl.”

“Holy shit!”  He said doubling over.  “Does Steve know?”

“No!  I didn’t know how to tell him.”  You said.

“Tell me what?”  Steve asked appearing behind you.

“Oh god, man.  This is so good.  Tell him…”  Sam said clutching at Steve uselessly.

You groaned and dragged you hand down your face.  Steve looked at you, a completely puzzled expression on his face.  “What is it?”

“So,”  You said.  “When you super liked me on Tinder, I thought it was just a fake account.”

“I - I guess that makes sense.  It would be pretty weird to have Captain America be on Tinder.  There’s probably a lot of fake accounts.”  He said.

“Keep going,”  Sam said nudging you.

“Oh god,”  You groaned.  “So, then we were talking.  And I thought you were just someone pretending to be you.  Like we were playing a game.  I was taking like me, but I thought you were faking it.”

“You what?”  Steve asked.

“Tell him who you thought he might be?”  Sam wheezed.

“I thought you were probably a 17-year-old girl.”  You said hiding your face in his chest.

He rubbed your back and didn’t say anything for a moment.  “That’s why you asked how you’d recognize me.”

“Yes.”  You answered, not even being able to raise your head.

He laughed and kissed the top of your head.  “This explains so much.”

You looked up at him from your spot on his chest.  “You aren’t mad?”

“No. It’s not like it changed anything in the end.  We get along now you know right?”  He said.

“Yeah.  I like to think so.”  You agreed and leaned up and kissed him.

As the night drew to a close you were feeling really good.  You were getting on with everyone.  You’d cleared the air.  The realness of this relationship started to set in.  You imagined sleeping over.  Not just sex, which you had imagined a lot of times, but sleeping being spooned by him and waking up in the morning in bed with him.  Making breakfast.  The real things people did together.

Tony called a car to come and get you at around midnight and Steve went with you down to the garage.  You stood in the elevator, your body pressed against his, playing with the collar of his dark blue shirt.

“I thought of you as my boyfriend today.”  You said, leaning in and ghosting your lips over his neck.

He tilted his head to the side and pulled you a little closer.  “Is that not what I am?”

“I hope so.  We hadn’t talked about it.”  You said.

“I definitely think about you as my girlfriend.”  He said.

You leaned up and kissed him.  It was slow and deep and a little sloppy thanks to how much you’d been drinking.  You could still taste the scotch on his lips as they moved with yours.

He pulled back as the doors opened into the garage.  There was a man waiting at a black car who rolled his eyes when he saw you.  Steve stopped you just as you approached the car.  “Thank you for coming.  I hope you had fun.”

“I really did.  I really like your friends, Steve.”  You replied.

“And I really like you.”  He said and kissed you again.

The driver cleared his throat and Steve looked up at him sheepishly.  “Sorry, Happy.  She’s all yours.”  He held onto your hand as you climbed in and leaned in and pecked your lips again.  “Text me when you’re home.”

“Of course, honey.”  You replied.  “I wouldn’t forget that.”

[crimes-and-gelato]

Only Half a Blue Sky (Chapter Three)

Rating: M Pairings: Tony Stark/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Chapter Title: Hooked on a Feeling

A/N: First and foremost, thank you to aoifelaufeyson for beta reading this at the last minute. Thanks a massive, dear. :) And of course, all remaining mistakes are still mine.It was Leez's idea actually for the plot to go like this: with Bucky learning that he's Tony's soulmate before Tony learning that he's Bucky's soulmate, too. Because she's brilliant. So, it's all thanks to her.We change POV on this chapter. Two new POVs: Nat and Bucky's. Since, we're gonna deal with a Bucky POV, you should be warned that he's going to go through some depressing thought about his Winter Soldier days. And as for Nat's part, it's going to have some mentions of Howard's A+ parenting, which I will probably add in the tag as well.Okay, I talked waaaay too much. Thank you for being here, if you're still here. Let's get on with the show. :))

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“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.” -Kait Rokowski

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It’s been two weeks. Two weeks of these awkward evasive dance from James and Tony. Natasha’s sure Steve hasn’t noticed yet, he’s too busy focusing on James’ rehabilitation and Avenger business to have detected this game of avoidance between his two best friends. But she saw it.

The two didn’t start up great with how they have Maria’s death between them. And she was sure there won’t be anything more between them besides trying to be civil with each other for Steve’s sake. But of course, he’s Tony Stark and he plans to prove her wrong with how generous he can be with his kindness and forgiveness to those who deserve it.

Natasha’s a testament to Tony’s generosity even after she betrayed his trust, and wrote down words about him that she can never take back all because Fury wanted her to push Tony’s button. The evaluation was all scripted because she somehow got a glimpse of the real Tony Stark in the days she acted as his secretary.

Yes, he’s egotistical but only when he’s trying to annoy people and push their buttons, or when he’s trying to hide the fact that he has a heart and cares too much about how others perceive him. Howard Stark might have been the main root of all the self-doubt he covers up with dramatic performances as he’d heard snippets of Tony’s childhood from the man himself.

Unfortunately, the senior Stark wanted Tony to be a man who should only focus on important things like creating an outstanding future with robotics and science, anything that’s unrelated to both are considered unnecessary. Feelings for example will only get in the way of progress and brilliance, Howard said. And Tony, being the sensitive person that he truly is despite all the hard layers he hides under, had a hard time trying to fulfill his father’s wishes.

And Tony never has, he tells Natasha so. That’s why everything he does will never be good enough, because all his life all he had heard from Howard was how he was never good enough. Stark men are made of iron and Tony’s not there yet, his father implied constantly when he was still alive.

Even when Howard’s rotting in his grave for more than two decades now, Tony continues to carry around the man’s expectation. If Natasha could bring Howard back from the dead, she’d stab him a couple times for all the pain he brought on his son. But she can’t do that, all she can do is help Tony see that he’s a far greater man than his father ever will.

Both she and Tony had started on the wrong foot, but they have come far away from that awful beginning of lies and manipulations. Now that they have both come clean of their masks and bluffs, they’ve discovered how much they have in common and they draw strength in that as they rely on each other.

By far Tony’s one of the three people she will trust with her life. First has to be Clint, then Pepper, and then the genius. Maybe Coulson too and Steve. It’s a very short list because it’s hard to get on it. They all need to pass by several tests and personal issues first.

Now, Tony’s acting all weird around James. She’s curious and concerned about this sudden change in their dynamic when a few weeks ago Tony couldn't  stop talking about James’ arm and all he planned to do with it, and sometimes when he forgets himself he gushes over the super soldier’s strength and physique. And it’s cute. She can tell he has a crush that he tries to hide but he fails at times when he has this fond and nostalgic smile on his lips when he talks about the James he saw on the old reels.

What’s not cute is the fact that Tony shouldn’t go on with  this infatuation because it’s only set on heartaches. She doesn’t want that for him. Never. He’s been hurt too much and deserved better.

She observes  from a distance and tries  to figure out if Tony had suddenly realised that he had feelings for James that will never be reciprocated and is now doing his very best to keep away from the super soldier.

But then, James is also acting bizarre. The ex-assassin keeps glancing at the genius when Tony isn’t looking. And there’s something about the gaze that’s somehow translates to longing. The why is still blank. She needs to investigate further.

It’s one thing for Tony to avoid James. But it’s another for James to avoid Tony as well but still look at the engineer like he’s itching to touch him and be near him.

Bizarre. Her family is confusing. It’s actually interesting as well. Better than all the spy mission that Fury sends her these days.

Natasha sits down on her usual breakfast chair in the kitchen and watches quietly as James digs holes behind Tony’s back in the living room. The billionaire has his back on the sofa, facing the window that looks out over Manhattan as he talks to someone on the phone in French. Even from this view she can appreciate his form that's perfectly fitted into a charcoal grey suit. She wonders if that’s also the reason why James’ is looking far too many times than should be normal.

What’s it with these super soldiers and Tony? She’s not even going to mention how Steve has the same look towards the resident engineer. Really interesting.

She sips her coffee and formulates a plan to get answers. She might not be a scientist, but she’s not against experiments is all.

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Tony is a very tactile person, and even more so when he’s exhausted or when he’s lost in his science thoughts. These are the perfect moments to cuddle with him without him being so damn defensive about being snuggled because ‘I’m a grown ass man, Natasha .’

And yes, she had mentioned a lot of times that she doesn’t like to be embraced as well. Especially in public, and how any show of emotion or affection makes her defensive, too. But she gives an exception to Tony. Because he’s Tony.

At first, she was wary of Tony. Of anyone for that matter. She doesn’t want to get attached because she’s a spy, an assassin, a seductress. In short, someone who’s not made — the Red Room guaranteed that — for permanent domesticity because they’re weapons first, and people last.

They’re only people when the work needed them to be. But it’s all a façade in the end because they will always come back to their original role: a weapon. It’s their function. It’s how they were brought up to think.

Not anymore for her. Thanks to SHIELD. But habits stick and so does the brainwashing, and everything else that’s been fed to her from the moment she was able to understand words and orders.

So, she’s always cautious. She doesn’t want to get attached.

But she did, because it’s Tony. The genius is an idiot who has sacrificial tendencies engraved into his bone that’s borderline —nine out of ten — exasperating. And also, because he’s funny and different.

And as time moved  further they grew to gravitate towards each other for comfort often enough that it became a habit. One she doesn’t want to depart with because she likes being close to Tony. He feels safe. And safe in their line of work is scarce. And what’s rarer is her finding someone she can trust like she trust him. So that’s that.

‘Now, that Tony’s here we have to start with the whole Star Wars saga,’ Clint announces. ‘Since Barnes hasn’t seen them yet.’

It’s the first team movie night that Tony is attending since James arrived. And she already made sure that the seat next to her will be empty so the engineer can have it. She usually sits with Clint, but he’s sitting next to Sam, Steve’s veteran friend.

Before James’ arrival, Steve and Tony have always sat together because Cap’s the only one who can tolerate the genius’ unnecessary — and most of the time, funny — commentary. Cap always smiles on Tony’s jokes during movie nights.

It’s ridiculous and silly how they both get along so well — although they do tend to rile each other up at times. Still, they work together in perfect synchronization that at one point she believed that they must be soulmates or something. But Cap is bonded to James (who was believed to be dead at the time). So, is it possible for him to have another soulmate? Because that’s the only explanation she can come up with with how much Steve and Tony complement each other.

Their science hasn’t explained much about soulmates and the other mysteries about it. By far, the only law about it is someone mentioning your name or your preferred name and then your bonded.

Thinking back now, she’s still curious on whether Steve and Tony could have been soulmates? Is that even possible? They both continue to steal glimpses of each other, only now it’s more like of the glances that James is throwing at Tony.

What is up with these three?

‘I don’t know,’ Bruce inserts, taking his place next to Thor, who’s currently eating pop tarts. ‘Do we really want to start another long discussion about Luke Skywalker?’

‘The new Star Wars then?’ Clint offers.

Bruce shakes his head with a soft smile. ‘Clint, you’re not the one who’s going to have to listen to him soliloquy about Poe.’

‘Fine.’ He rolls his eyes sarcastically. ‘What do we watch then?’

‘ Mamma Mia !’ Thor bellows excitedly. ‘I have great likeness when Friend Anthony sings along to the hymns. It reminds me of home after winning a battle when me and my companions feast and the bards plays a tune we can all carol to.’

‘This is absurd,’ Tony exclaims as he enters the room. ‘That was one time, Point Break.’ He sternly glares at Thor, mockingly. ‘I trusted that you’d keep that secret close to heart and guard it with your life. But no, you have to unravel these happenings behind my back where I cannot defend my honour.’

‘I apologise, my good friend,’ Thor amends, smiling and looking far from apologetic. ‘You have a fantastic voice that needs to be shared and heard by our friends.’

Tony’s gaze wanders for two seconds on the seat next to Cap that James occupies. But the engineer immediately darts his eyes away and proceeds to the empty one next to Natasha.

She wants to say it’s not hurt she saw in Tony’s eyes when he surreptitiously glances at the two super soldiers. But clearly it’s a little bit of that because he’s suddenly all stiff and talkative as he sits down next to her.

‘And no, we cannot watch Mamma Mia just to please Point Break,’ he announces. ‘That was only a one time occasion because he was homesick and moping around.’ He leans further into Natasha’s side. ‘If it’s all the same to you guys, we should go with Twilight .’

Everyone makes an exasperated groan, except for James, who doesn’t have any idea about the turmoil ahead of them.

‘Oh please, at least they had great casting,’ Tony chides. ‘Not like you-know-who creator.’

‘You only like it because you think Dr. Cullen is hot,’ Clint retorts back and throws a popcorn at Tony.

‘Wait, I thought you said you watch it because of Alice?’ Steve interjects, turning to the genius.

Tony only shrugs at the blond and stares ahead on the wide TV screen. ‘J, put on some Twilight , please.’

There’s another series of displease voices as the room darkens further and the screen bursts into life. And as on cue, Tony curls more into Natasha’s side when the lights dim.

Solely on instinct, she wraps her arm on his shoulder to pull him closer to her as he lets out a quiet, satisfied sigh. Their whole side glued together as they get comfortable in their position.

Bella’s narrating the opening scene when Natasha feels being watched. And she knows she is because her instincts tells her so, and her instincts are always ninety-eight percent correct. So, she looks around subtly to investigate.

Viola! It’s James.

The two super soldiers are across them, just on the other end of the U-shape couch. She and Tony are on the other end with Sam and Clint in the middle.

And yes, that’s James secretly throwing a glare at her and Tony. The engineer on the other hand seems to be oblivious, concentrating on the movie. Steve is also watching the screen along with everyone else that is not her or James.

Why is James so mad at Tony?

She meets his eyes because she won’t stand it that he’s trying to threaten the engineer. James have to go through her first. Or her through him. She’s opting for the latter.

When James is caught, he looks away immediately. He didn’t seem chastise that she scowls back at him. He looks away, but there’s that annoyance in his features as he turns his eyes back towards the screen.

She’s going to ask Tony later if James is threatening him. She’s not going to let James bully Tony in his own household. She doesn’t care what Steve says.

Appeased with her decision to talk to James later about his attitude towards their resident genius, she also begins to watch the movie and pulls Tony even closer into her side.

And just as expected, Tony made a running commentary about the movie. But halfway through he’s out like a light and is leaning peacefully into Natasha’s chest, where he snores slightly. She’d had a mission these last two days and he made sure to snatch the opportunity to defy his regulated sleeping schedule. Even Bruce couldn’t drag him out of his workshop.

So, it’s no surprise at all to have him exhausted and asleep at any given time of stillness.

She’s petting his hair softly, loving how it curls at the end. She also likes the low mewls he makes when she cards her fingers through his hair. She’ll say he sounds like a cat, but she won’t tell him that because he’s going to pout and will only make him more adorable.

How she loves these few moments of vulnerability from him. He looks so peaceful like this, younger than when he’s awake and ready to fight anything that he thought was wrong.

Somehow, having him like this in her arms kicks off a bit of her maternal instincts. It’s a part of her that she doesn’t show often, that she refuses to. Only in times like this when it’s dark, when she it’s just them.

She looks up to the screen again to where Bella’s on Edward’s back and jumping from tree to tree like a couple of idiots. That’s when she senses it again; the presence of someone watching her.

She turns and there’s James again: staring. He doesn’t glare this time. His feature is cross between incredulity and hurt. He also seems to have not notice her watching him because his eyes aren’t fix on her. No, those blue grey eyes are laser focus on Tony.

James whole face is a picture of longing. And she’s not sure why is that. Why does he keep looking at Tony like that? It doesn’t add up to the theory she has in her head.

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Taking himself back into sanity has not been an easy journey, just ask his therapist and the amount of tea he has at 2am when he doesn’t want to go back to sleep because the nightmares continue to unravel — one after another — once he closes his eyes. Not that being awake helps him forget the faces of the people he killed, but he’s trying to humour himself.

And his conscience doesn’t take it too well when he wakes Steve up when he starts screaming in his sleep. They’ve decided to sleep in separate rooms before when Bucky’s just healing up. Now they sleep in the same room, but still on different beds.

He wants to think that it’s Steve’s presence that keeps most his nightmares away. It might be the whole soulmate thing. Only that, it’s still difficult for them both when it comes to waking Bucky from his nightmares. Five times had he managed to punch Steve in the face. Twice had he choked his lover. And there are a few more instances that he wants to forget.

His therapist tells him it’s normal. That he should not worry too much. That he’s doing his best. And that he’s getting better.

On the first few weeks he wanted to ask his therapist, Sasha, about the last one. He’s getting better. But when? When is he going to fully recover? When will he stop sleeping under the bed at times he doesn’t feel safe to sleep on his mattress even when he had checked the door four times to know that it is completely locked, with JARVIS assuring him that he is safe.

He screamed at her a few times on days he can’t help himself. Those were during the first few weeks of therapy. They were the toughest days. The longest days, too.

He had long accepted now that healing takes time. He knows it before but he doesn’t have the right presence of mind to learn to accept it. He’s still trying to do so on his bad days. And Christ, there will always be bad days.

The bad days are fewer now. He’s glad they are. But they are still there, there’s no way he’s going to forget, or that his demons will ever not remind him. At least it isn’t always going to be bad days even when he's constantly awake at the wee hours of the morning.

But these last weeks he’s been awake at some forsaken early hour for a different reason. The nightmares still come but with the help of therapy they’re scarcer than they were before.

The reason why he’s drinking tea at 2am this time around is because of Tony. Who knew such a harmless looking man could contest his nightmares at keeping him up. He wants to complain but he prefers this over his usual turmoil.

At the back of his head he can hear Sasha’s voice telling him to talk to someone. Communication is a key in fixing Bucky’s usual problems. And he should probably listen to that small voice.

It’s not like he hasn’t tried. God, for the last two weeks — blending into three now — he had tried to say something to Steve. He can tell that Steve knows he’s anxious about something. But well, Bucky’s constantly troubled about everything — thank you very much, HYDRA assholes — so Steve won’t push him to open up unless Bucky wants to.

He really needs to talk to Steve about it because it’s eating him up. It makes him feel guilty and he’s actually surprise there’s still room in him to feel guilty about something else other than taking the lives of those innocent people HYDRA had told him to eliminate.

Natasha already noticed him acting weird. And it’s going to take a spy of her calibre to find out his dirty little secret. And when she does, she’s going to tell Tony and Steve. Steve will be heartbroken. And Tony? Well, the engineer’s probably going to kick him out of his home.

Just two nights ago Natasha had warned him to stay away from Tony — and he’s trying isn’t he? — or else she’s going to do some very interesting things with his anatomy that would put HYDRA’s torture to shame. And he believes her. She had been his pupil before, one of the best he’d taught by far.

His mental health is once again in jeopardy all because of one single man. One beautiful, smart, kind man.

‘I’m starting to think I should keep a tracking device on you,’ a voice states, startling Bucky from his internal tumult.

He looks up and finds the very man that’s adding to his insomnia: Tony Stark.

The man yawns reluctantly and hides it at the back of his hand. He’s all sleepy eyes and bedhead hair, all soft and at ease. It makes Bucky want to reach out and touch his warm skin because he feels so cold all of the sudden. Tony looks very warm.

‘Why you up, Robocop?’ the engineer asks. He walks tiredly towards the coffee machine and turns it on. ‘Do you want some coffee?’

‘No,’ he answers and continues on staring at his now empty cup of tea.

The silence blankets around them with only the coffee machine breaking its wake. It’s awkward, he’s not sure if Tony notices or if he minds. But Bucky wants to fill it with something. A question that’s been bugging him since his last few days of observation, and especially after the team movie night.

Although, he isn’t in the right place to ask anything — especially not personal — he’s itching to do so. There’s no settling in peace unless he can voice out his query because it’s digging deep into his bones, his mind, his soul. He needs answers.

The problem is: he’s afraid to ask. Afraid to have his hunch confirm. Afraid of the truth that lies ahead.

Jesus Christ, his life is hard.

‘Are you okay?’ Tony inquires worriedly that brings Bucky out of his headspace.

‘What?’ he asks dumbly, confuse as to why all the sudden concern.

‘Shit!’ The engineer grabs something and dabs it softly on Bucky’s hand. On Bucky’s flesh hand that is, which at the moment is bleeding. ‘Oh shit!’

It’s not that painful, is what Bucky thinks as he sees the blood on the light grey breakfast bar from where he had broken the cup he was holding. He only glances it for a few seconds knowing that it will heal in a while. Super soldier serum benefits. His eyes fleet to Tony though, who is more awake now with how he’s panicking at the sight of Bucky’s blood.

‘I’m sorry for running your table,’ he mumbles weakly, feeling guilty for the bloody table and Tony’s concern for cleanliness.

‘What?’ Now, it’s Tony who’s in disbelief. ‘Are you seriously apologising for bleeding?’

Bucky looks away from those brown eyes, not wanting to see them morphing from disbelief to disgust or anger. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll clean it up.’

There’s a short pause. A short time where Bucky expects Tony to say sarcastically ‘Well, I certainly hope so.’ But instead, there’s a warm finger on his jaw making him face Tony.

And how on earth was Tony so close to him. He’s so near that Bucky can count the genius’ long lashes that frames those beautiful hazel eyes, now burning with concern. Why should Tony be concern about him? The genius should be disgusted to touch him; the skin of his parents' murderer.

‘It’s okay,’ Tony soothes, his other hand on Bucky’s good shoulder, touching Bucky instead of being mad because he's Tony. Kind and generous Tony who forgives, and sees everyone else's redeeming qualities rather than their flaws. ‘You shouldn’t apologise for something you can’t help.’

Bucky’s not sure anymore if this is still about the cup or something else. Something else like the death of Tony’s parents which he had a hand with.

‘But I should,’ he whispers weakly. ‘Right?’ He meets those conflicting brown eyes.

Tony removes his finger on Bucky’s face like he’s remembering that he’s not suppose to touch. Then the other hand goes as well — awkwardly.

And he suddenly misses Tony’s warmth.

‘Yes,’ he answers firmly. ‘But not forever.’ There’s resolve in his eyes now as if he’s trying to convince someone. Maybe Bucky? Maybe himself? Bucky doesn’t have the courage to ask.

Except. He has the audacity to ask, ‘So, you and Natasha, huh?’

‘What?’ Tony’s so surprise by the question he takes a step back away from Bucky like he’s been physically threatened by the simple query. ‘What do you mean me and Natasha?’ His eyes narrow, meaning he’s suspicious and about to be defensive.

Huh, when did he start to learn these little Tony quirks? Bucky tells himself that it’s because he’s a trained spy and old habits are hard to shake off. But also, a smaller part of him knows that that is a fucking huge lie because he’s been following and observing Tony these last two weeks after the whole incident .

‘Nothing,’ he replies. ‘Just wanna know since when? And how?’ He cleans the table top with the piece of cloth he’s been handed. The laceration is closing and looking like it's a week old.

Tony lets out an exasperated sigh and runs a hand over his face. ‘Where do these sudden questions come from?’ He’s got two hands on his hips now, sounding defensive as expected.

He shrugs. ‘Just curious.’ He turns on the faucet and rinses the cloth with blood, running the water red. He deliberately avoids meeting Tony’s eyes, playing nonchalant when he’s actually burning with curiosity as to Tony’s relationship with the other spy.

‘Curious of what, Barnes?’ Natasha asks, emerging from the shadows unexpectedly. She’s giving him that threatening look again. The one that could make a lesser person cower. And Bucky’s not immune to it either.

Bucky doesn’t cower though, even when he knows he should because only fools rush in. But he needs answers once and for all. He can’t take another second not knowing what exactly is the relationship between Natasha and Tony.

‘Curious as to when and how did you know that Stark is your soulmate,’ he replies, taking on those dangerous green eyes.

Tony ungracefully chokes on his coffee. And within a flash Natasha’s there beside the genius to help him out, rubbing a sympathetic hand on his back as he wheezes air back into his wind pipes.

She’s so careful with the engineer; Bucky can see that. And Tony’s calm with her; Bucky’s jealous of that.

He looks away, afraid he’ll break something else with how much annoyed he is with the current predicament. Because why is he jealous? He shouldn’t be jealous. He has Steve, whom he needs to talk to, or else he’ll go crazy with this insane secret he’s been hiding for two weeks now.

He can probably keep his mouth shut for a longer amount of time. But that won’t do great with his mental health, which is one of his top priorities right now.

Besides, it’s getting harder and harder to hide his secret with Tony around, all kind and generous and soft and beautiful, and everything Bucky should not crave for. He shouldn’t because he has Steve. And he needs to mend his relationship with Steve.

Steve who is his soulmate. Steve whom he was willing to die for — had died for. Steve who’s willing to die for him, and go through hell and back. Steve whom he loves so much.

And Tony whom he loves almost just the same.

His gone crazy, he thinks, if he’s reached this insane conclusion. He loves Tony? It can’t be. Right? He can’t. He shouldn’t because he loves Steve. He’s bonded to Steve. And he doesn’t know Tony like he knows Steve.

Right?

But he does know Tony. Or is getting to know him.

Tony who would choose to save someone else over himself. Tony’s who’s always showing off to mask his insecurities. Tony who keeps all the Iron Man drawing he receives from his fans. Tony who makes time to go to children’s hospital and secretly pay off the bills of those who can’t. Tony who’s not flawless but tries to make amends when he can.

So, maybe he does know Tony. A little.

Also, he already knows Tony is kind, generous, smart, snarky, brave and gorgeous. And when he laughs — truly laughs, not like the ones he does for show— it’s small but deep and hearty like nothing in the world had ever been wrong. It’s beautiful, just like the man himself. Bucky wants to hear Tony laugh some more.

There’s so much more about the genius that he wants to uncover. And he wants, too. Very much.

So, yes, he’s fucked.

[hysterialevi]

In the Smoke pt. 30 (Cobblebats)

From Bruce’s POV

Standing in front of the door to my dad’s office, Oz and I exchanged looks for a moment as we prepared ourselves, ready to face Lady Arkham head-on. We didn’t hear any noises coming from inside -- not even talking -- and things actually seemed peaceful. Almost suspiciously peaceful. A part of me couldn’t help but think this was a trap. 

“Once we open that door,” Oz warned, “there’s no going back. I know we’re only distractin’ her so Batman can jump in, but you know Vicki. She don’t play nice. You sure you’re ready for this?”

I tightened my grip on my battle-axe and aimed it at the door’s lock, taking a breath.

“I have to be. Gotham isn’t gonna survive much longer with the Children of Arkham still hanging around, and they’re certainly not gonna get rid of themselves. We have to end this now.”

Oz sighed. “...you’re right. You’re right. Just...try to be careful, all right?”

“I will if you do.”

He grinned at me. “Where’s the fun in that? Now open that door already so we can kick her arse.”

Raising the medieval weapon above my head, I took a second to brace myself and strengthened my hold before slamming the blade into the door’s surface, causing the wood to splinter. It wasn’t open yet, but with one more swing, it would be demolished. 

Aiming directly at the lock, I swung the axe once again, but with much more force, and within the blink of an eye, the door had been busted open. What we found inside however, was nothing like what we expected.

Inside my dad’s office was a massacre. Large puddles of fresh blood stained the floor, broken furniture was scattered all over the area, burn marks had been singed into the walls, and yet, none of the hostages seemed to be hurt. What the hell happened here?

Observing the unusual scene, Oz set the hostages free whilst I alerted Alfred of the strange turn of events, darting my eyes around for any sudden movements.

“Alfred,” I whispered, in case someone was hiding around, “we’re inside Dad’s office, but...”

The butler urged me on. “...but what?”

“It looks like another fight already took place here. The place is a complete mess, and Lady Arkham is nowhere to be seen.”

There was a pause. “That is...indeed odd. What of the hostages? Are they safe?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “Oz is releasing them as we speak. We’re gonna search around some more, see if we can’t figure out what went down.”

“Tread with caution, Bruce. Who knows who could’ve caused all that carnage. If someone’s reached Lady Arkham before you, well then, I suppose that’s a...good thing? Though, it’d best to keep in mind that just because they’re enemies with her, doesn’t necessarily mean they’re friends with you.”

“Don’t worry, Al. We won’t let our guard down.”

“A wise decision. Very well. I’ll let you get back to work. I’ll also inform your father of what you’ve just told me. Stay safe, Master Bruce.”

Ending the call, I walked over to Oz who was currently investigating something hidden behind the desk, only to see him kneeling next to a body. But not just anyone’s body -- Lady Arkham’s. She was sitting on the floor with her back leaning against the desk, her mask had been torn off, and it was clear that she had been through some rough battle. At first glance, she looked like a corpse.

“Holy shit,” I blurted out in surprise, “is she...dead?”

Oz glanced up at me with a solemn look. “No, but she’s about to be.” 

Grabbing her shoulders, Oz tried to shake her into consciousness, hoping that she would be able to tell us something. For a while though, Lady Arkham only remained like a limp rag doll in his grip, and there were some points where Oz almost looked...disappointed. It was easy to forget sometimes, but the two of them did use to be friends. 

“C’mon,” he shook her harder, “wake up, you prick...!”

After a series of light slaps to the cheeks, Lady Arkham’s eyes finally fluttered open and landed on Oz, causing anger to instantly spread across her face. Though, despite her obvious urge to attack us on sight, she stayed frozen in place, not moving a single muscle. Either she was just that weak, or she had already given up. 

“...Oz...” Lady Arkham croaked out, letting out a low chuckle, “...you’ve got some nerve to show your face to me.”

Oz gestured to the rest of the office. “What the hell happened, Vicki? Who did this?”

She grimaced, flinching slightly as a surge of pain shot through her. “...Gideon. That traitor’s stronger than he looks. ...Much, much stronger. My weapon did nothing to him.”

Oz furrowed his brow. “Nothing? How?”

Lady Arkham shrugged. “Don’t know, but he raised hell before you got here. Nearly killed me. Now he’s hiding somewhere in the catacombs beneath the city. You have to find him.”

I crossed my arms. “The catacombs? Why there?”

“No idea, but that’s where he is. You gotta catch him before he escapes.”

I gave her a firm nod. “We will. He’s not leaving those catacombs alive.” I began heading for the exit. “C’mon, Oz. Let’s go before he decides to run.”

But Oz didn’t move. Instead, he simply tilted his head towards the office’s door, patting a hand on Vicki’s shoulder. “You go on ahead, Bruce. I’ll keep an eye on Vicki, and make sure Batman gets her. I’ll catch up with you later.”

I didn’t know how I felt about leaving Oz alone with Vicki. After all, there was no guarantee that she wouldn’t try attacking him for revenge.

“Are you sure?” I questioned. He got his gun out and leaned against a wall, glaring directly at Vicki.

“Completely. Don’t worry. She won’t get away.”

Letting the subject go, I decided not to push any further and took Oz’s word for it, contacting Alfred once again before navigating my way to the catacombs.

“Al, tell Dad that we’ve got Lady Arkham. She’s not dead, but she’s been severely injured. Oz is watching over her right now.”

There was a short outburst of static. Alfred sighed in relief. “Oh, thank goodness. Very well done, sir. To the both of you. Your father is actually already on his way to the office. I’ll let him know of the long-awaited victory. I suppose...I suppose that’s the end of it, then.”

“Not quite,” I replied. “One of Lady Arkham’s men went rogue before we arrived -- apparently almost murdered her. Now he’s hiding in Gotham’s catacombs. I’m going to look for him.”

“Is that really necessary, Bruce? The head of the Children of Arkham is down. Their leader is in our hands. Are you certain we need to go after some wayward individual?”

I stepped out of the office. “This one’s different, Alfred. He’s extremely dangerous, and resistant to many different types of damage. Not even Lady Arkham’s staff could hurt him. His name is Gideon Black.”

The butler paused in thought. “...G-Gideon Black? Why, that’s the man your father interrogated not too long ago. He was...quite the unique character, I’ll say. But I did some more research on him, you see, and I learned that his daughter is actually still alive. A nine-year-old girl named Eva Black. She was once a prisoner of Hill’s men, but it’s reported that she escaped recently. If you tell Gideon this information, I’m sure he’ll listen to reason.”

I exhaled, biting my lip in nervousness. There weren’t many men out there who could scare me so easily, and normally, I would’ve had more confidence in my success, but Gideon was a whole new level of lethal. Instead of striking out in the open, he always stuck to the shadows, ripping his victims to shreds when they least expected it. Just by knowing that he was still alive made me paranoid, and I found myself checking over my shoulders more and more often. One wrong move with him, and I’d be dead. 

Taking a deep, calming breath, I stepped out of the office and pressed my earpiece, uttering what could’ve possibly been my final words.

“Only one way to find out.”

[koriandrsucker]

jaykori, what could have been

original version of the dickkory week 2017 chapter. As a side (important) note: parentheses are Dick’s pov.

warnings: nc17, swearing, stuff.

　　 He has to hold down a groan as the phone vibrates in his nightstand for the second time. He wants to ignore it, the warm body pressed against his chest and the round ass molded to his crotch are a pretty convincing reasons to do so because, man, this is life; but something in his guts tells him he can’t do that, bad things are bound to happen, so he lifts his face off her hair and grabs the phone, hoping that this he is wrong. He doesn’t have such luck. The first text says "I'm close. Need to talk", and the feeling of discomfort only extends as he rummages through the second one and the "I'm letting you know before, so don't make a scene this time." Fucker.

　　 He tries to move slowly as he unravels each limb connected to her and the bed sheets. Sitting up is the easy part as he searches for some pants, getting away from her is not; she is such a perfect view in the morning that he can’t help but stare for a while, after that, he leans over her once again and drops a few kisses over her shoulder. Kori doesn’t even flinch and he has to push the sweet feeling in the pit of his stomach, because that only means she feels safe enough by his side to let down her guard and sleep soundly. He curses under his breath, making his body move away from her, he knows he is going to regret this, he just fucking knows this visit will only mean bad news.

　　 The air is cold by the time he steps out, he is grateful that Dick hasn’t arrived yet, that gives him enough time to hide everything inside his room behind the curtains, then his fingers move rapidly over the phone, letting him know where will he be waiting. It doesn’t take long, five minutes later the railing vibrates as Dick lands on top of it.

　　 He lights the cigarette as if trying to busy himself. He can already feel those eyes studying him and he hates it.

(To tell the truth, he doubted for a moment, but Jason is there even before he arrives, his back curving over the railing as he lights up a cigarette. His inner-brother jumps and he has to bite his tongue in order to avoid an early confrontation by telling him what he cannot or can do, they haven’t even spoken and he can tell already the tension growing in Jason's body, it is obvious that his brother isn’t comfortable with his presence, and Dick has come to understand that this only means a fight is bound to happen, but he much rather do what he came to do before it, because nothing in this world can be worse than Bruce scolding’s.

He lets the nicotine do some effect, after a minute or two, he decides it’s time to speak.

“Hey.”)

　　 He tenses up, the sound of Dick’s voice is a ghost of the past that sometimes he’d rather leave behind. It's been too long since the last time they saw each other or maybe, the bittersweet feeling has to do with the situation they're both in at the moment. Jason inhales deeply the cigarette, watches it consume a bit more, prolonging his answer. The blue eyes follow the sky painted in orange and pink and Jason wonders if he thinks of Kori too every time he watches the breaking down. He isn’t sure what answer angers him more.

　　 The nicotine does nothing to calm him, so he has to face the other and push the words out of his mouth.

　　 "'Sup.”

　　 Dick seems to ponder his reactions, he knows something’s up, it doesn’t take a genius to do so and, for fucks sake, Richard is one of the greatest detectives in the world. After another pause, the older speaks again.

　　 "We need to talk. The family needs you."

　　 Jason snorts, funny, here he was thinking he had no family. He's not the same lost kid he was before, so desperate always to follow that family Richard was mentioning, but now thing’s where different. His body moves unconsciously in the direction of his room, because he knows he has a place where he belongs, someone who would do everything for him.

(He notes the slight movement on Jason’s body, it's enough to tell he wants to hide away, he can almost see again that little kid, eager to become a superhero; he hasn't changed, no matter how much he tries to cover the truth. Richard supports himself with his elbows over the railing, mimicking Jason’s stand. He knows he has to do better, dealing with Jason is not an easy task, but fortunately he is one of the few people he has trusted until certain degree. He chooses his words carefully.

"At least listen to what I have to tell you, please? Let’s go inside, this is not a good place to talk about things,” he flashes a smile in his direction and adds almost immediately, “I’ll make you breakfast"

He doesn’t expect what follows. Not in his wildest dreams his brother would react this violent without a previous warning, but soon enough he finds himself against the wall beside the window and with no air in his lungs.

"I want you to fucking leave me alone. I don't want you near my house."

The thing is that knows Jason's character, he has paid attention to all those little things because he has always cared, Jason Todd is his brother, he can be explosive, impulsive, but there's no reason for this reaction. His mind works rapidly, he thinks of every scenario as he hears every word mumbled through gritted teeth.)

　　 Dick’s words take him by surprise, he forgets about the cigarette that falls to the pavement some meters down and reacts even before thinking it through. Fear is an emotion too difficult to handle, so he does what he knows best: he punches and bites.

　　 He'd be lying if he said it's not jealousy what plagues his mind as he threats Dick, but it is also about how he cares for her, how she is his best friend and how much he is willing to do so that he won’t have to see the hurt in her eyes. He had been there, each time Dick fucked up he was the one who held her, and to hell if that was an idiot's job, he knew it wasn’t about his pride or pining after a girl who was in love with his half-brother, it was about him loving her, caring for her and the fact that she needed him. Maybe that had been enough, because she was now asleep in his bed, trusting him with her life and Jason didn’t want to fuck that up Dick’s presence.

(Then he notices a love bite in Jason’s shoulder, his hair messed up, the curtain completely close as he has never seen it. He knows whatever he tells right now might get things worse, that’s why he is afraid to ask, it is such a crazy idea, after all, living with Bruce Wayne grows in you somehow –or maybe is the fact that, in his case, they share the same past and losing your parents in front of you is no good for relationships–, for a long time, women came in and out of his bed, just like he saw in Bruce’s life as he was growing up, he knew Jason had been like that for some time, it was almost a normal behavior in their lifestyle, but this attitude meant something had changed. Deep down he hoped it was true and that it was only for the best.

"Is it-- Jason, is it because you have company?," he arches an eyebrow. Jason looks lost for a moment and Dick knows he has hit the nail. "I wasn’t going to peek,” he dares to joke, showing him a sincere smile.)

　　 The comment is innocent and for a second Jason remembers this is Dick, this is his brother, a married man that, maybe, just maybe wants his younger brother’s happiness. He lets him go and looks at the floor, trying to step away from the guilt. He has heard the ‘bros over chicks’, but they’re both important to him, Kori is his best friend, how can he choose?

　　 This kind of talk is the one you get to have with your father, Jason wishes he could feel like a normal person, but life has make sure he is anything but that.

(His heart aches, he sees his little brother again, the one he couldn't save, the one that's awkward with relationships and who finds it easier to lie than to tell the truth about his feelings, he can still see it behind the broad shoulders and the fact that he is the one who has to look up, because even if he looks like a man, he has so much of the kid he didn’t had the chance to be.

Dick understands that, if Jason is being this protective, it means the girl is important, he probably is not only trying to protect her, but more like protect himself by not letting anyone know his weakness.

Their eyes meet once again and he hopes, just hopes.)

　　 He can see Dick’s mind working, jumping to conclusions that surely have to be about him being a kid. He figures that's better than anything else.

　　 "Fine," he says after locking eyes with him. He knows Dick won’t go until he tells him what came for, nothing in this world can be worse than Bruce scolding’s, "whatever. Get through the front door, we'll talk in the kitchen."

　　 Dick’s smile grows even more, he pushes him slightly, a brotherly gesture, but Jason is still tense, he just wants him away―to protect her, to protect this guilt that starts eating him alive.

　　 Jason walks inside in silence, opening the window door just enough to get in. The room is darker than before since the sun is not leaking in anymore, so he has to walk carefully until he reaches the bed and then Kori's body. She moves this time, searching for him as he does for her. 　　 "Hey, beautiful,” he whispers, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Gotta' do somethin', wait for me." 　　 She whines and catches his neck. It takes him by surprise, so he ends up falling over her body. Her warmth is so alluring that he curses Dick a hundred times, this morning could have gone so much better. 　　 "Don't go..." 　　 He doesn’t put up that much resistance; he belongs between her legs, so he finds his place as she moves her thighs and knees up, not letting him go. He's so damned. His tongue is buried in her mouth by the moment she starts pushing down his pants and he can’t help but press hard against her and her curves, Kori lifts her right knee while he accommodates, opening more for him, they click as a puzzle piece, her knee over his shoulder and the tip of his cock exploring her insides slowly. She doesn’t have to do much to have him like this and fuck, she’s so hot.

　　 "Princess," he groans. 　　 She bites his lips as her other leg pushes him deep inside and they both moan, their ragged breaths dying between their kisses. Jason is buried deep inside her and Kori is still wet from their last time, and maybe the time before that one, but who's counting, he can’t, he really can’t feel anything but her and how perfect it feels everything she does.

(He doesn't push Jason's patience, he lands a few blocks away where he can pull off the suite. He wants to talk, yes, he has things to say as Nightwing, a superhero, but he too wants to hear as Richard Grayson about this girl and maybe how she can make things different between the two brothers.

He walks calmly, he knows Jason will take his time, maybe he’ll ask the girl to leave before he arrives, so he lingers while crossing the streets, then in the front door of the building, inside the elevator and finally to the eight floor, second apartment. He knows the way to it, he has been there more than what Jason would like to admit.

He knocks on the door, a simple tap as a cue to let his brother know he's there. Silence is the only thing that answers. He frowns, taps two times, then three.)

　　 He fucks her harder, loving the way their skin feels and how it sounds with each thrust, her wetness squelching as he pulls back and forward, creating a rhythm so good with Kori's moans against his ear, how she screams higher each time and fuck, she's the most beautiful creature in this world. Jason remembers the first time Dick introduced her to him, he thought she was beautiful then; when she's out of her control, he thinks she's even more ravishing.

　　 He kicks off his pants and repositions himself, holding onto her hips with strength, this makes her let go of his neck, he gets the opportunity to straighten up a bit and watch as she arches her back, her lips falling apart to let go of more sounds of pleasure.

　　 He feels her contracting and expanding, just as if she was close to the end even from the beginning, he loves how sensitive she gets when they have morning sex, it drives him crazy. He can barely control himself, his needs, and the desire in him. He doesn't care about Richard, not anymore, because he's the one there, it's his name the one that Kori moans as he kisses again and again her lips. 　　 "Do you like that?" 　　 "Yes, X'Hal!, Jason, please!"

　　 He hears then a noise in his front door, he has been trained for that, every single sense connected to his surroundings. He groans and captures Kori's mouth, starting to move frantically, trying to only think about her and riding them both to the end.

(He sighs, Dick tries his luck and moves the doorknob. It is open. Jason’s apartment is not really big, more like cozy and kind of messy. The living room is a few steps away, the kitchen at his left, he walks straight to the refrigerator and inspects what his brother has in there. He's surprised to find more than beer, a few things like milk, cheese, leftovers from McDonald’s and ice cream. He smiles, Jason has never been the kind to go out and buy some groceries –they were like that, Alfred had been always there–, but then his brother had to deal with everything by his own, it was hard and he watched him struggle for a long time. Right now, it might seem like is not a big deal to have food in a refrigerator, but it is more than what he had hoped for.

He walks around, he knows he should respect Jason's privacy, but, hell, he said they would talk and while he waits he can do some stuff, right? He reaches the living room, there's a box of pizza over the table and Netflix in the TV. The room is almost empty, aside from the table there is only a sofa, a few paintings over the wall and a drawer.

Covering the floor there’s Jason shoes, weapons here and there, parts of his costume―and then Dick freezes. His steps become slower, he reaches for the glove and carefully inspects the green gem, but there's not so much to see, he knows who this belongs to without doubts.)

　　 She comes undone after he's finished inside her. The sensation clouds his mind, having her walls contract around him, her body temperature burning against his own skin. He kisses her shoulder, a clavicle, her throat, her lips. 　　 "Really gotta' go, princess" he mumbles, not sounding convincing at all.

　　 She whines and he can’t help but laugh, she smiles to him and he has to kiss that smile, softly, languidly, and for fuck sakes, he could get a hard on just like this. He obliges to put a distance between the two, as he slides out, he kisses her breasts, her stomach, down to her other lips; she complains, but opens her legs, letting him eat her up, he wants to stay there forever, make love to her once again, the need makes it physically painful to get away from her.

  　　 "I'm hungry," she murmurs, trembling under his ministrations.

　　 "Me too."

　　 To make that a point, he covers her clit with his mouth and sucks hard. She laughs as she arches her back and grabs to his hair, pressing him a bit more and again he is so damned, she tastes so good.

  　　 He knows she likes this, not only the sex, but the fact that she gets to laugh as she screams of pleasure. This is what makes him different from Dick, the idiocy in his answers, because deep inside he's still a kid whose life was taken and then everything else too, a man that can be his old self around her and she loves that, letting go too, not having to control herself, restrain herself, change herself.

　　 He licks his own lips as he moves back before kissing her, this time over her mouth.

　　 "Sleep some more. I'll be back real soon." 　　 She nods and hugs his pillow. He searches for the forgotten pants a second time and gets out hurriedly. Her scent lingers on his skin, but the happiness doesn’t last much longer, Dick is there, his hand holding Kori's glove. Jason almost immediately regrets going out.

(As if on cue, Jason reappears. He should call this karma. He takes a few minutes, as if watching it a bit more will help him understand why she came to Earth and didn’t contact anyone –and he knows this because otherwise he would have known–, why are her clothes all over the floor.

"Kori's here?," he dares to ask the obvious.

“Yeah.”

“Since when?”

“A few months now.”

He doesn't want to ask, but he has to.

"She's in your bedroom?"

"Yeah."

The pain takes him by surprise. It has been a long time since he last saw her, but in that moment he can even remember the smell of her hair. Maybe it has to do with the fact that he can smell it on Jason.

"She's your chick? You got all defensive because you didn't want me to know about this?"

Jason frowns, he is getting angry, but he can’t stop himself.

"I didn't want her to see you." He was mistaken again, but that's not what bothers him, it's not what angers him. "Why? Feeling scared because she’s still in love with me?")

　　 He aims to grab Dick’s neck, to shove him against a wall, but this time he is ready and punches him in the stomach before he can continue. He clutches to his stomach and as he tries to regain his breath he stumbles against him, making them both fall to the floor.

　　 "She has never lied to me," he pants, hitting him once in the face, "I know she fucking loves you, but, you see, you fucked up and now it's me who holds her at night,” another punch. “It's me who makes love to her, it's me who she takes care,” Jason takes him from the collar of his shirt, but Dick strakes back, turning their positions. “No man in his right mind would've left her and broke her as you did, but I am the one who will put the pieces together, so stay the fuck away from her."

(He stops fighting. He's ready to punch Jason, but he can't, he shouldn't.

"And what the fuck do you care?” he speaks again. “You left her for Barbara, you're fucking married, don't ask something like that, with such a pride, because you're just a fucking asshole."

He stays in silence, they both look at each other, ragged breaths being the only sound in the room. He lets go of Jason, his brother stands up abruptly and drags him before he can do the same, but he lets him do, because right now he can’t think and move at the same time.)

　　 Dick doesn't say a word, he simply lets him go, his face completely astonished. Jason doesn't want the noise to attract Kori, so he stands up as soon as he can and drags Richard out of his apartment.

　　 "Tell Bruce I won't do shit. And stay away from me, Dick."

(His mind can't decide what to do, he stays in the corridor a few minutes, trying to concentrate in the pain he’s feeling, but the thoughts are stronger and too soon he realizes this is not only about Jason and Kori being together, it's more about the consequence of that fact: the jealousy it has woken up in him, how his heart aches, because he once was the one who held Kori's body, who felt her curves and her giggles against his neck, and the smell of her skin; he was once the one who took her to the edge and into oblivion, whose name she would moan 'til morning light, who she dreamed about when he was away; he was once the one under her care, the one she seek for protection too, because they had been lovers, but also a team.

He runs out of the building, far away of the truth and the knowledge that she's there, within his reach. He feels curiosity impel inside him, how is she, how does she looks, does she really care about Jason? The cold air does nothing to make it better, but it’s alright, because Bruce calls not so long after that.

"Tell Tim to ask him."

"You know he can't stand Tim."

"He can't stand anyone, Bruce." He grimaces, because now that's not entirely true. "Maybe he has changed." He knows Kori really likes Tim, she will persuade Jason to hear him out.

He walks straight to his motorbike, walking helps him clear his mind a bit and then he heads to work, not even thinking of going home to change his clothes. He ends up working until night, the noise at the police station and how busy he is doesn’t keep away the images of what they do, what they like, what they share. A coworker asks him if he’s alright, but he can’t answer that.

He leaves on patrol after his shift is done, he really can’t go home on this state. He’s grateful to find a few thieves sent by the Court of Owls, it’s easy to get rid of them, but it gives him the excuse to investigate until morning. By the time he gets home, Barbara is already sleeping or so he thinks.

"You okay?," she asks as he finds his place under the bed sheets. He tenses, but tries to hide it.

"I thought you were sleeping."

Barbara's voice is drowsy. He helps her turn until she's facing him, closer to his chest. "I was. You didn't call me." "Talked to Jason. I was in no mood the rest of the day." "Bruce told me. I'm sorry." He hurts, because he doesn't wants to lie, but the truth is that he can't help but love Kori too and under the moon light he compares her exotic beauty, her full lips, big green eyes, long red hair, the warmth of her skin and her ability to always smile, so different to the fragile image that Barbara has become. He loves her too, no matter what, he always did even when he was besides Kori, but right now he thinks that maybe the only reason why he is with her has to do with the guilt of not having been there to protect her. "It's okay." "Sleep, you'll feel better tomorrow." He really hopes that too.)

　　 When he enters the room, Kori’s already waiting for him with a frown on her face, her long hair falls over her shoulders as she tries to cover her nudity behind dirty sheets.

  　　 "Are you okay?"

　　 He crawls to bed without answering, pushes everything aside and hugs her naked form. Kori holds him immediately, she cradles him and starts caressing his hair, his back, planting kisses all over his face. 　　 "Now I am." 　　 She chuckles, extending a leg over his hip. She doesn’t pry, they both know he will talk when he feels like it. 　　 "How many times will I have to undress you?," she asks. 　　 It's his time to smile. 　　 "You wanna' shower?" 　　 "I'm still hungry," she warns. 　　 "So am I," he smirks. 　　 Then her eyes shine and he knows it is the truth that her lips don’t tell―she likes him, she likes the way they’re both dysfunctional people functioning together. Who the fuck cares about anything else but making this beautiful alien fall for him?

[buckygirl-fanfiction]

Sparks Chapter 19

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: About 2 months elapses and ends in a St. Patricks Day bar crawl where Bucky holds your hair back as you vomit your guts out and drunk spill some secrets. 

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendshipand then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 67,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

Januaray 29, 2016

2am

y/n’s POV

I used to have this recurring dream, when I was younger. It wasn’t the same every time. But, one thing always seemed to transpire every time it paid me a visit. It would always start with some sort of catastrophic event: a car accident, a break in, a kidnapping. Something real, something believable, something that could actually happen to you. That’s how it worked. In order to drag you in deeper, to pull you in, to make you believe it was reality. Whatever the event was it didn’t matter. Whoever got hurt, me, my mother, my friend, it didn’t matter. But, as the scene progressed I’d do what any normal person in a dangerous situation would do: i’d call for help. I’d without fail somehow always find a phone in my hand. I’d dial nine… one… one… Now sometimes i’d be so shaken up that my fingers no matter how hard i’d tried, or no matter how sure I was that i’d pressed 9 instead of 8, would fail me. Other times the call would go through and i’d hear the ringing, ringing, ringing… endless ringing and there would be no answer, no help. Other times I’d get an answer and rejoice, cry, beg for aid to be sent. Then i’d sit there and wait and wait and wait and no one would ever come. So I became strong, I learnt to help myself. I learnt not to rely on people and slowly the dream disappeared. It became some faded memory I think of every once in awhile.

February 10, 2016

1am

y/n’s POV

‘I’m still at the lab, want to grab dinner?’ I press send and put my phone back down on the counter and continue to dissect the device in front of me. Taking it apart piece by piece. My phone dings a minute later and I walk over to see the lit screen and to my disappointment read: ‘I can’t, busy’

February 14, 2016

Bucky’s POV

I wait outside Bahni’s office with some flowers in my hand. It’s my first Valentine's day in quite a long time and the holiday may actually prove to be fun. I had lunch with y/n earlier today and she’s the one that suggested I should buy Bahni flowers. Things seem to be slowly returning to normal. Although y/n seems distant lately. People are complicated I guess.

February 15, 2016

y/n’s POV

“Move,” I groan and shove Wanda’s arm off my neck. We must have crashed last night I don’t remember much of coming home. I rub my eyes and pick up my phone. Squinting at the screen I read the messages flashing before me: Bucky: ‘flowers were a hit.’ Then I continue to scroll down and see another one from Dean: ‘Hope you girls got home safe last night. Had fun.’ The next one is from Nat: ‘i’m never going bar hopping with you lightweights ever again! Should have listened to Bruce and just went to dinner.’ The last message is from Sam: ‘Tell Wanda I have her purse, she left it with me.’

 I groan again, I should have listening to Dean and went to a quiet dinner with him. Instead I let Wanda drag me into a bar hop and now i’m hungover and supposed to be in work in an hour. I tap the completely knocked out body lying next to me. “Wake up,” I say in a scratchy voice.

 “Hmmm,” she hums.

 “You alright?”

 “Yehmmm,” she hums again before going back to sleep.

 I sigh and get up and shakily walk towards my shower.

 February 24, 2016

Bucky’s POV

 Bahni seems to be slowly invading my thoughts, which I guess is a good thing.

 “Why are you smiling like an idiot?” y/n says walking into the gym. I look up and see her walking towards me holding her black gym bag

 “No reason. You’re late,” I say getting up and walking towards the mat.

 “Best 4 out of 7? Loser buys lunch?” She says walking towards me.

 “You’re on. But I can’t today.” I say holding up my arms and taking my usual combat stance.

March 10, 2016

y/n’s POV

Me and Cho are eating lunch at a small cafe around the corner and I’m going over some of my notes with her.

 “Oh hey look,” she says pointing past the glass wall we are sitting by, “it’s Bucky.” I look across the street and see Bucky and Bahni walking into a small restaurant.

 “Small world,” I say looking back down at my notes.

 “Steve told me he seems to be really taken with her,” Cho says popping a cherry tomato into her mouth.

 “Hmmm,” I say flipping the pages, “Hey look at this. It’s really stumping me it’s one of the charges. The placement doesn’t seem… feasible.”

 She looks down at my notebook and says, “I don’t know ask Dean maybe? He’s the explosives expert.”

 “I can’t Tony doesn’t want any uncleared people looking at any of this.”

 “Can I ask you something?” She says in between bites.

 “Yeah, shoot.” I say looking up from my book.

 “Have you ever thought about it?” She says, “you and Bucky, I mean…”

 “What?” I say raising my eyebrow.

 “You know as a couple.” When I don’t answer she continues, “Steve and I were talking about it and we came to the conclusion that we ship you and him way more then we ship Bahni and him.”

 “Why is your topic of pillow talk about me and Bucky?” I ask.

 “We were just talking… So have you ever… You know thought about it?” She says unrelenting.

 “Yeah, maybe…” I say and she smiles at me, “but i’ve also thought about how incompatible it would be.”

 “Incompatible!” She says this time she’s the one raising her eyebrow. “You guys spend like every other minute with each other.”

 “Yeah because we’re friends and we work together. I spend every other minute with you and Wanda too are you saying we’re compatible?”

 “That’s not the same…” she says rolling her eyes.

 “Sort of is…” I say trailing of. “Plus you know I don’t believe in that whole long term relationship thing. Imagine we did go for it and how awkward it’s going to be when it inevitably ends.”

 “So, by your logic Steve and I are taking that same chance but i’d say we're pretty happy.”

 “Yeah true you guys are. When you break up it’s going to be awkwardddd,” I say jokingly. “Don’t worry i’ll totally take your side if it happens.”

 “Hey,” she says, “we aren’t going to break up!”

 “Alright. Fine you’re not. But, that’s because both of you believe in love and forever and all that sappy stuff. Also you guys weren't close friends before you started dating. It’s different. Like why throw away a good friend just so you can bang them and call them your boyfriend? When I can literally go bang anyone else… OH wait I just got it! The placement of the charge. I have to go back to the lab!” I say shoving my notebook back in my bag.

March 14, 2016

3am

y/n’s  

I was in the lab sitting in my office chair. For some reason everything was lit red, as is typical of most horror movies. I was just contemplating this point when I hear a scream. I get up to follow the noise and through the glass doors to one of my labs I see Cho. Strapped to the large bomb that I swear I had taken apart earlier. Yet it was whole and armed and she was struggling against her restraints. I look down at my hand see a cellphone. An old flip phone. I quickly open it and with shaky fingers I manage to dial the numbers. Yet, I wasn’t dialing 911 this time. I was dialing Bucky and the call wouldn’t go through. I tried and tried for what seemed like an endless amount of time. But the call never went through. Then I woke up.

 I wake up, rub my eyes, and look at my bedside clock. I let out a sigh. The insomnia is getting really bad. I have to be up in 4 hours. I think I have a meeting. Wait what day is it? I’ve been working almost nonstop, I forget to keep track of days sometimes. I pick up my phone and read: Monday. I do have a meeting. It’s been about 7 weeks since the raid on the lab and all I do now is work. I don’t even feel like a person anymore, a real person. Sometimes I feel like a robot. Nothing… I guess that’s good, robots don’t need sleep.

 Actually having those bombs in the tower, in my lab, within my reach just makes things worse. Not better. Sometimes I wish I never found them. Now I know the threat is real, it’s tangible. Every life that’s lost now is on me, so I have to work.

 March 17, 2016

 y/n’s POV

 It’s Saint Patrick’s day and despite the big bloody hangover that marked our Valentine's Day bar crawl somehow everyone we know is back at it again on St. Patrick's Day. We did two bars so far and we’ve settled in at the Founding Fathers. I think everyone's a little tired of bar hopping so we might just stay put here. I’m wearing a pair of black slacks and a top I borrowed from Wanda last minute.

 I actually forgot this was happening until Cho came into my office wondering what time I wanted to leave. I stood there staring at her pondering how St. patrick's day came so fast and whether I should go out or stay in and continue my work. The decision was then taken out of my hands when Wanda came up to drag me out of the lab. It’s amazing how fast time flies by isn’t it. It’s scary actually.

 Well if i’m taking a break from work I might as well enjoy myself.

 Bucky’s POV

 I’m sitting next to Bahni with Steve and Cho across from us and we’re having the stupidest discussion about the differences between leprechauns and elves.

 “What about Gnomes?’ Cho chimes, “No wait what are those things with the blue hair? The Smurfs their Gnomes right?”

 “No their trolls… or goblins?” Bahni says and I hold back the bubbling laughter that’s growing inside me. It doesn’t help that Steve and I are the only two relatively sober ones.

 “What I thought goblins were the same thing as leprechauns… they're both green right?” Cho says still sipping on her drink. Steve snorts unable to hold back his laughter any longer and she shoots him a look and drawls, “what?”

 “Nothing sweetheart. You’re so smart.” He says smiling at her and pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

 y/n’s POV

 “No Sam I am not doing shots with you!” Wanda says putting her foot down. “After Valentine's day nope never again!”

 “Come on, it’s not fun when you do it alone,” Sam says and I sit between them watching their exchange. I spot Bucky’s brunette hair across the bar. He’s nestled into a booth with Bahni, his arm around her, talking to Steve and Cho. Sometimes I wonder what that’s like.

 “I’ll do them with you,” I say turning to Sam.

 “Yeah y/n! Now that’s what i’m talking about,” Sam says shaking my by my shoulders and shooting Wanda a look. I giggle and watch him go, “Barkeep,” and order a round of shots.

 They’re tinted green and taste disgusting. As creative as this festive concoction was, it was equally as vile. I downed 5 shots before giving up. “Gah,” I say, “that was disgusting!”

 “It really was. I regret suggesting this now,” he says with a sour look on his face and I start laughing. The euphoric power of binge drinking. It’s indescribable. One thing I still missed about my college days were the frat parties. The level of freedom I once experienced in those dark sweaty basements with drunk strangers and loud music is something that I will never possess again. Free from responsibility, from everything, except complete bliss. It’s exhilarating. Time moves differently there, fast and slow all at once. Moments of lucidity when things speed by and you feel the fear that your problems will once again return. Then the moments of elation that you swear are eternal. But they never are, are they? Life always comes for you, to drag you back whether you want it or not. Even this isn’t ephemeral.

 Bucky’s POV

 I walk out of the men’s room back towards the booth where I left Bahni, Steve, and Cho. This is shaping up to be quite a relaxing night. Normalcy is a wonderful thing isn’t it. Just as I turn the sharp corner that leads back into the seating area something collides with me and I look down.

 “Whoa,” y/n says taking a shaky step back. “I’m so sorry.” She’s still looking down and for a second I don’t think she realizes it’s me.

 “Hey are you okay?” I say holding her by her shoulders, steadying her.

 “Bucky?” She squinting her eyes up to see my face.

 “Yeah, do you need help?” I ask a little concerned.

 “Haha,” she giggles, “No. Sam just made me do these disgusting shots and… I forgot why I was coming here.”

 “Alright. Well do you need anything?” I ask looking down at her.

 “No… I do… umm have a question though.” She says looking at bit for the worse.

 “Alright.”

 “We’re still at the Founding Fathers right?” She says looking up at me.

 “Yes. How much did you drink y/n?” I ask.

 She giggles again, “I… I am going to be completely honest with you. I don’t know…” She finishes her sentence with another giggling fit. “But there was a lot of green shit happening.”

 “Okay, I’m going to get you to Wanda okay. She’s going to take you home,” I say putting my arm under her.

 “Don’t be such a buzz kill Bucky!” she says giggling again, “hey that rhymes… I think.”

 “Hmm,” I say slowly leading her back towards the bar where Wanda is sitting.

 “OH god,” I hear her gag. Then she slips out of my hold and runs back towards the bathroom.

 I follow her into the ladies room where she pushes a stall open and falls to her knees, barfing into the toilet. I do my best to save her hair and run over gathering it into a ponytail and hold it up for her. After a couple minutes of some very heavy heaving she finally stops and leans her head against the stall.

 y/n’s POV

 “Stay here,” Bucky says before walking out of the stall, the door swinging shut behind him with a bang. A minute later he’s back with some paper towels and a water bottle. He kneels beside me and gently wipes my face with the damp napkin. It’s a little cramped but somehow we both seem to fit into the tiny stall, although he’s taking up much more of the space, which for some reason is very funny to me and it sets me of laughing again.

 “Here, drink this.” He says handing me the open bottle.

 “No, I can’t it’s going to make me throw up.” I say. Just the thought of those green shots makes me gag. I can never drink anything again.

 “Then you’ll vomit. Better in than out,” he says matter of factly.

 I take the bottle from him and take a sip, “I’m sorry about this. You don’t have to stay with me if it’s too gross. Just get Wanda for me?” I say apologizing as I slowly start to feel lucidity return to me.

 “It’s not gross,” he says, “you’re fine okay.”

 “OH god it’s happening again.” I heave a couple more times into the toilet flushing down the disgusting green tinted bile every chance I get. Bucky holds my hair back and I could not be more thankful. I don’t think I’d be in the mood tomorrow to comb vomit out of my hair.

 After I’m done I lean back against the stall again and he once again wipes my face. We sit there for a while as clarity and reality come back to me. “Hey Bucky?”

 “Yes,” he says looking at me.

 “What’s it like?” I ask curiosity getting the best of me and maybe i’m still a lot drunk. “With Bahni I mean? Like it’s such a foreign concept to me like how are you doing it?”

 “Doing what?” He says tilting his head.

 “Relationshipping,” I say giggling again.

 “Well we aren’t exactly in a relationship.”

 “Yeah but you know what I mean. You like her right?” I say trying to articulate my point but failing to find the right words.

 “Well, yes. But you like what’s his name? Dan, Dean? It’s just like that you know.” He says.

 “No. no. You don’t get it. Dan right, no Dean. Dean and I do it. But, I don’t like like him, you know? Not like you like like Bahni.” I say trying to make him understand.

 “y/n you’re making it more complicated than it needs to be.” He says shaking his head.

 “No i’m not i’m just curious how everyone seems to magically find happiness through these relationships. Like is there a secret i’m missing out on?” I say thinking about Cho and Steve and how happy she is now.

 “y/n it’s not that hard…” he says trailing off.

 “Yes it is! It’s so complicated.” I say, “It’s like 10 times easier taking apart that bomb in my lab than figuring this out.”

 I hear him ask, “This?” before the nausea hits me again and i’m vomiting again. And I vomit till these nothing left inside me except stomach acid and even that gets ejected from me.

 …

 Bucky got me settled and seated down in a booth with Wanda. All cleaned up and hydrated. Leaving me with a box of crackers he told me to eat. I don’t know where he went but Wanda is holding back her laughter as she sits with me.

 “Whose jacket is that?” she asks.

 “Bucky’s,” I say groaning leaning back into the booth. “What’s so funny?”

 “You look like crap,” she says. “Boy am I glad I didn’t drink.”

 Sam walks over to our secluded little corner and says, “Well you got me in trouble.”

 “What?” I ask.

 “Bucky really laid it on me for making you take those shots.” He says looking completely fine. Not fair. “Anyways he got you guys a cab, its outside.”

 We walk outside into the cold March weather and I close my eyes embracing the chill. I spot Bucky waiting by the yellow cab and begin to take off his leather jacket. I’m wearing my small green jacket underneath but somehow his huge wool lined coat feels warmer.

 “No, keep it. Looks like you need it more.” I tumble into the back seat with Wanda and watch him disappear into the distance.

A/N: It’s literally like 6.30 am and I haven’t slept all night so my writing/editing may be crap. Let me know what you guys think.

[your-modern-shakespeare]

Just Like You (20)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19

Summary: You are an experiment, the first of its kind.One day you escape and are living a normal life when you run into a perfect stranger or was he?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count:1855

A/N: So I finally have my head screwed back on and have actually managed to get some writing done. I’m going to try my hardest to get back on track and I want to thank you for being so patient with me. Enjoy!

Warnings: talk and consequence of alcohol use, implied sexy time, mentions of death (?)

Tags: @thisisthelilith, @thesalsafic, @fangirl1802, @lust-for-pan

BUCKY’S POV

At the moment I was completely confused. I was very mad at Tony and I was concerned that Y/N wasn’t coping and we were planning to go straight into the head of HYDRA. So I went to Tony’s room to deal with one of my three problems.  

I knocked loudly on the door and waited for him to answer. As soon as he opened the door I barged in, not really wanting to talk out it in the hallway.

“Come in.” He murmured under his breath. I walked in and stopped when I saw Steve sitting on the bed with a bunch of plans in his hands. I didn’t say anything to him, I turned to face Tony because he was the reason I was there.

“What were you thinking Tony? Y/N is—”

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

“I want to know why you got Y/N drunk?”

“What?”

“She told me that you gave her a drink and now she is completely wasted. Also you’re new name is Tommy.”

“Tommy?”

“Tony.”

“I gave her one drink and she was fine when I dropped her off at your room.”

“What did you give her?”

“Thor gave me a flask with some alcohol from Asgard. According to Cap here it takes him up to three glasses of the stuff to get him drunk.”

“But Y/N is 115 years old and has only ever drank wine. The first time she had any alcohol was after we met. I used to take Steve to the bars every night, his tolerance is much higher than Y/N’s.”

“It was one drink and it got her mind off of Ana, she was having a good time.”

“Alcohol is not the answer to dealing with your problems. She doesn’t need to be drunk, she doesn’t need to be hungover, and she doesn’t need to get the idea that this is a solution to anything. We are dealing with a very serious and dangerous problem and she’s already not at a good place. I don’t need you to make any more problems.”

“Bucky I think your stressed.” Steve finally chimed in.

“I wonder why, it’s not like there is anything going on.”

“Is this about the funeral?”

“No, it’s not.”

“Is this about us being so close to HYDRA?”

“I don’t want to talk about this now. Tony, don’t offer her any more drinks.”

“You know I didn’t give it to her for no reason, we were celebrating.”

“Celebrating?”

“She is awesome. She killed Rasputin and that’s why I gave her the drink.”

“Rasputin.” I whispered, in realization.

“Really?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, the one good thing that HYDRA did and they sent her to kill him. I mean, we know the person who killed the worst Russian in the entire world.”

“Okay. I’m leaving.”

I walked out of the hotel room and was in the hallway when Steve stopped me.

“Hey, I know that Tony can be difficult sometimes, but I know that he meant well. And more importantly he’s on our side and Y/N did that.”

“Y/N is passed out drunk in our hotel room because of him, she is completely devastated after losing Ana, I have HYDRA outside of our door, and the last thing I need to happen is for or plan to go wrong. I can not and will not lose Y/N again and I will not let this team get hurt; I would sooner give myself up to them.”

“Bucky I know that you’re worried, but we have a plan, one that should work and the last thing that ‘the team’ would want is for you to get captured by HYDRA again. This will work, you need to have a little faith, as Y/N put it.”

“There are just so many things that could go wrong.”

“Yeah there is, but the trust that we have in each other destroys that doubt, especially when we are out doing our job.”

“Yeah...everything is going to be fine.”

I left Steve in the hallway and went back to our room. I laid down beside her, her instantly moving close to me and for the night I tried to forget everything that was happening.

READER’S POV

I'm not entirely sure what happened last night, but I woke up with the worst headache. The only thing that made it better was that I woke up next to Bucky. I could feel the stress that riddled him, how tense he was, but knowing that he made it back safely made me feel a little bit better.

The room was dark, which helped some with the headache, but let me say, if I didn’t leave the hotel room for the rest of the day, I would not be upset. So I just laid beside Bucky and waited for him to wake up. It certainly gave me time to think about things. Like the fact that last night, literally the whole night, was not there. No memory at all of what happened, which really freaked me out.

So I tried to think about what I did remember, because not remembering was too familiar. Bucky must have felt the stress that I had been feeling, because when he woke up he reached up to smooth the crinkle between my eyes.

“Hey. You okay?”

“I think something happened last night, but I can't remember anything.”

“What do you remember?”

“I remember talking to Tony down at the bar and that's it.”

“Do you remember drinking something?”

“I don't know maybe.”

“Tony gave you a drink, it's the only type of alcohol that can affect us.”

“Could you whisper?”

“Sorry. I guess you've never had a hangover before.”

“I don't know what you mean.”

“You need some food, it'll help with the headache.”

“I don't want to move.”

“I know, but I’m going to get you through this and the first thing that needs to happen is we need to get some food in you.”

“Okay.”

So, he helped me up off the bed and I got dressed enough to walk downstairs and to the room where breakfast was served. Everyone was already down there eating and looking at the newspaper. We went through the line before we joined them at the table and I think they could all see that I had had a rough night, because they were awfully quiet.

“Y/N, did you see the paper?” Steve asked softly.

“No I didn’t.” Nat passed the paper down the table and over to Bucky and I. I just read the title and knew what had to come next.

“So they know now.”

“Looks like it.” Tony grabbed something out of his pocket and slid it towards me. It was a new cell phone.

“Try not to break this one, I’m sure they’ll be calling soon.”

“Thank you.”

So we ate and Bruce recommended some medication that he thought would help my headache without my metabolism completely burning it away. And when we got back up to our room, we took a long, much needed, bath. I relaxed and let the medicine kick in and, of course, having Bucky there to help me relax was nice. We may have gotten a little carried away when my phone went off.

“Алло.” (Hello) I answered seeing that the number was local to St. Petersburg.

It was the local coroner and boy did he have some questions for me. He tried to ask me how I had known her and he wondered if I knew how she had lived through the Bolshevik rebellion. But I couldn’t tell him too much, not because I hadn’t thought of a good excuse but because Bucky wouldn’t stop distracting me. It started as neck kisses and it evolved into so much more, which resulted in me having to make some excuse to hang up and call back later.

But as soon as I hung up, Bucky moved us over to the bed and we fully distracted each other. If I’m being honest, I really needed that intimate moment with Bucky. We had both been so stressed with everything going on, that I think we had both forgotten that we were the best way to help each other and in more ways than one.

My head was rested on his chest and my hand traced the muscles of his chest. I looked up at him, his eyes were closed and he had a smile on his face. I reached up to kiss him, grabbing his attention.

“How are you feeling now?” He asked and I laughed at him.

“I’m feeling a lot better now.”

“It looks like my hangover cure has worked.”

“What?” But he was laughing at me.

“I’m kidding.” I buried my face in his neck, I could feel his body shake with laughter and then he reached down to kiss my cheek. “But I’m serious, I am very happy right now, I don’t know about you but I definitely needed that.”

“Me too.”

“You know, it seemed a little strange between us before now, like I was missing you even though you've been right beside me.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“That being said, this isn’t all your fault.”

“Bucky—”

“It’s not. You’ve lost someone very dear to you and I have been way too worried about everything else that could go wrong. I just want you to be okay and I don’t know how to make sure that not only you but everyone gets out of here in one piece.”

“That’s not completely up to you.”

“But I can’t let anyone go through what we went through.”

“Maybe we don’t go, then. We don’t risk it.”

“No. Ana meant so much to you and everyone wants to go and give her a proper send off.”

“But I don’t want anyone to get hurt either.”

“Then we don’t let it happen.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“We have a good plan, we just have to stick to it.”

“Yeah.”

Bucky and I stayed in bed as long as possible, just talking and enjoying a moment together that wasn’t about anything but us. The knock at the door just had to ruin everything.

“Hey, if you two are done in there, there’s a lawyer here for Y/N.” We heard Tony say to us.

So we quickly got dressed and headed down to the lobby and we walked over to the team who was standing around a man dressed in a suit.

“Ms. Pishchalnikova?”

“Yes.” He stook out his hand for me to shake and then he turned to a file.

“You are the soul distributor of the Grand Duchess’ will, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Due the nature and restrictions of the will, I have been sent by the Romanov family to make sure that you receive all of the help that you need to fulfill the Duchess’ wishes.”

“Great.”

“And they would like you to know that they have chosen a date for the ceremony.”

“Oh.”

And with that the plan was set in motion.

PART TWENTY-ONE

[95fangirl]

I want to see the day Tucker meets one Lucius Fox. He would geek out over all the gadgets and new tech Bruce was thinking about, and Tucker would find ways to help the medical field with some of these inventions.

Conversations between best friends has often led to some reckless/stupid/not thought out at all decisions. Like one conversation the amity park trio had where Danny said that he couldn't see Tucker as a doctor (the medical kind) to which Tucker responded with "Alright, bet." and enrolled in medical school. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Bruce Wayne and Tucker Foley somehow by coincidence *cough* clockwork* became friends. And stayed friends even after Bruce dropped out and Tucker went on to finish med school. It was a strange friendship that was mainly just Bruce calling Tucker from the weirdest locations and asking things "Out of curiosity, if an immortal nutjob wanted you to marry his daughter and become his heir what would you do? uh-huh, uh-huh, really? ok, thanks." and meeting up for coffee every now and then. It was during one of these coffee meet-ups that Bruce confessed that he wanted to adopt a recently orphaned child by the name of Richard. There was currently push back from people who didn't think 'Brucie Wayne' would be a good parent and from others who didn't want a random kid having a chance to inherit the Wayne fortune, the media was also having a field day. Everyone kept asking him to "reconsider" and doing everything they can to stall/stop the adoption process. Tucker, being the good friend he was, said "Don't worry, I got this" Stood up from the cafe table, walked to the nearest library and politely asked to use one of their computers, spent a good ten minutes on it, printed something out on the library's printer, walked back to the cafe where he left Bruce waiting. And finally, he handed over the paper with the words "Take this." and continued drinking his now cold coffee. Bruce was, understandably, confused. "What is-" "Trust me, it'll work." Tucker assured him. That is how Bruce Wayne adopted one Richard 'Dick' Grayson.

And after that, Bruce went to Tucker whenever he came across a kid that he wanted to adopt, which was often. It's one reason why Tucker will do everything in his power to make sure Danny and Bruce never meet for fear that the Gothamite might try to add the Halfa to the growing army of children. Aka

Tucker Foley is The Guy

[buckygirl-fanfiction]

Sparks Chapter 14

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: You and Bucky hanging out binge watching twd. Bucky going out to buy you tampons when he sees you got your period.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 40,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

December 12, 2015

y/n’s POV

“You’re a big girl y/n you can watch the Walking Dead alone,” Bucky says to me as we drive through midtown on a Saturday night. The traffic from New Jersey was insane. We left the party around six and it’s almost eight thirty now.

“Come on hang out,” I whined, “i’m bored.”

He sighs and says, “Alright,” giving into my nagging. I yawn for about the millionth time during our ride back and he asks, “tired?”

“Yeah, kind of,” I reply. After failing to find a spot outside my building, I turn the corner into the parking structure. As I drive up to the second floor of the garage I spot Stanta. I still forget sometimes how close Christmas is. Just around the corner. Like two weeks actually. Wow, i’m still astounded sometimes by how fast time flies by. I spot a tall fat man standing at the trunk of his car, donned in the iconic red suit and for a second I swear the huge white beard hanging off his chin is real. At least it looked real until he pulled it off and tossed it in his trunk along with his cap. I laugh at the image, Santa getting off work, going home to be a normal person.

“Looks like Santa’s lighting up,” Bucky says as we walk past the man whose holding up a lighter igniting the roll wedged in between his lips.

“Kind of ruins the whole Santa vibe right?” I say. Sometimes people should not be seen out of uniform.

“Did you buy your secret Santa gift yet?” He asks. The group decided to do a secret Santa this year for fun. I got Nat and I decided on getting her this really cool holographic switchblade I saw online. Nothing fancy, gifts were supposed to be under 20 bucks.

“Yeah. How about you?” I ask as we walk down back to the street.

“No, not yet just contemplating what to get,” he says.

“Who’d you get, maybe I can help you pick something out,” I ask mostly because i’m curious and i’ve been slowly trying to figure out who picked me. So far through the process of elimination I know that Steve got Bruce and Nat got Cho, but the rest won’t spill who they ended up with.

“y/n the concept of secret santa lies in its title. Secret.” he says and I scoff at him.

“Come aren’t you curious who got you?”

“No,” he says shrugging his shoulders. “I’m more concerned that i’m going to get who I picked a shitty gift.”

“It’s secret santa, you can’t really get a shitty gift.” I say as we walk towards my building. The cold wind is blowing at my face and I shiver. I hate winter I think. I shove my hands in my pockets. “Just get them something fun, or something they can use, or if all else fails just figure out what they fangirl over and get them a t-shirt.”

“A shirt?” he says raising an eyebrow at me.

“Yea, it’s secret santa Bucky. It’s supposed to be a fun casual thing.” When we get to the door of my building I quickly fish out my keys and open the door pushing past into the warm lobby. I sigh relaxing a little now that i’m out of the cold.

We walk up the stairs to my floor and once inside I toss my keys on the small table by the door. I make a beeline to my sofa. I pick up my favorite beige blanket lying on top of the cushions and wrap it around me, not bothering to take off my jacket. I’m still freezing from being outside. I feel like the cold has invaded my entire body. Like the winter has invaded my bones. Bucky grabs the remote off the coffee table and flips on the TV and plays the last episode I left off at.

“So whats happening? Why is the Sheriff going crazy?” he asks referring to Rick.

“His wife died.” I say pulling my legs up to my chest and curling up with my blanket, leaning against the arm of the sofa.

“When?” he asks staring at the screen as the opening credits play.

“She gave birth, died, then got eaten. Baby’s alive… for now…” I say trying to recap the last couple episodes for him. “You would know this if you watched it with me last weekend,” I say rolling my eyes.

“Well, I’m sorry, Bahni wanted to hang out,” he says. I shush him as the opening credits come to a close and the new episode starts playing.

Bucky’s POV

I don’t even like this show at times. I mean it’s alright, interesting even. But it’s very… intense and work is already intense enough for one day. But y/n is obsessed with it. As the episode comes to a close y/n yawns and stretches her arms. The blanket she has wrapped around her falls off her shoulders as she stretches. Sometimes i’m surprised by how cold she gets. Ice to the touch. That can’t be healthy

“You wanna watch another episode?” I ask her.

“Sure,” she replies.

I hear her stomach growl and ask, “you got anything in?”

“Uhh,” she says as she thinks over what leftovers could be lurking in her refrigerator. “I think I have some cold pizza.”

I raise my eyebrows at her, “do you eat anything else.” I say sighing.

“Don’t drag the pizza,” she says.

“Of course, it’s such a great source of nutrition. How could I?” I say sarcastically.

“Yep, it’s got fruits, veggies, dairy,” she say standing up and shrugging of her jacket.

“The tomato sauce doesn’t count as a fruit and jalapenos are not veggies,” I say.

“Technically tomatoes are a fruit and jalapenos are green, bam all major food groups covered.”

“You’re a doctor…” I answer back. How can someone so smart be so unhealthy.

“Yes and as a doctor I deem my diet very healthy,” she says, “Now, stop shaming my love for pizza. Do you want some?” she asks looking down at me.

“Sure,” I say giving in. She smiles smugly and turns around to walk to the kitchen and I notice a small red spot seeping through her jeans. “You’re bleeding.”

She turns around, looks at me, and says, “huh?” I point to her bottom and she turns back to look down over her shoulder and says, “fantastic.” She walks back over to the coffee table where she tossed her jacket. “I gotta run to the store, ran out of tampons.”

I look at the clock and it’s almost 10pm. It’s cold and dark outside, I push myself off the couch and say, “I’ll go.”

She lets out a breath of relief and says, “really?” A smile spreads over her face. “Bucky, you’re the realest friend I got.”

I let out a laugh and grab my leather jacket. “So i’ve never actually done this before but what am I buying exactly.”

She smiles and says, “Small box blue box with ‘always’ written on it, either orange or purple. I’ll text you a picture incase you get lost,” she says bending down to reach for her phone.

“Alright, I think I can manage that,” I say as I walk to the door.

“Oh, and get some mango ice cream if they have it,” she says.

“Got it,” I say before shutting the door and walking down to the lobby.

The store is just a couple blocks away. I get there in about five minutes and i’m standing in front of the cashier handing the box of tampons and ice cream to her. She’s a ancient looking indian woman who looks down at the counter and smiles at me. She hands me my change and I pick up the plastic bag and walk back towards to y/n’s apartment.

…

y/n’s POV

I can’t believe Bucky actually went out to get me tampons. That kind of restores some of my faith in men. I’m sitting curled up again on the sofa and we’re munching on the left over pizza and mango ice cream. We’re on our third episode when I finally drift off to sleep.

A/N: Enjoy the happy cute moments while they last bc shits bout to get real sad real fast.

[thatrandomsarahchick]

Nah, Bruce doesn't try to adopt Danny ... Alfred does.

Conversations between best friends has often led to some reckless/stupid/not thought out at all decisions. Like one conversation the amity park trio had where Danny said that he couldn't see Tucker as a doctor (the medical kind) to which Tucker responded with "Alright, bet." and enrolled in medical school. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Bruce Wayne and Tucker Foley somehow by coincidence *cough* clockwork* became friends. And stayed friends even after Bruce dropped out and Tucker went on to finish med school. It was a strange friendship that was mainly just Bruce calling Tucker from the weirdest locations and asking things "Out of curiosity, if an immortal nutjob wanted you to marry his daughter and become his heir what would you do? uh-huh, uh-huh, really? ok, thanks." and meeting up for coffee every now and then. It was during one of these coffee meet-ups that Bruce confessed that he wanted to adopt a recently orphaned child by the name of Richard. There was currently push back from people who didn't think 'Brucie Wayne' would be a good parent and from others who didn't want a random kid having a chance to inherit the Wayne fortune, the media was also having a field day. Everyone kept asking him to "reconsider" and doing everything they can to stall/stop the adoption process. Tucker, being the good friend he was, said "Don't worry, I got this" Stood up from the cafe table, walked to the nearest library and politely asked to use one of their computers, spent a good ten minutes on it, printed something out on the library's printer, walked back to the cafe where he left Bruce waiting. And finally, he handed over the paper with the words "Take this." and continued drinking his now cold coffee. Bruce was, understandably, confused. "What is-" "Trust me, it'll work." Tucker assured him. That is how Bruce Wayne adopted one Richard 'Dick' Grayson.

And after that, Bruce went to Tucker whenever he came across a kid that he wanted to adopt, which was often. It's one reason why Tucker will do everything in his power to make sure Danny and Bruce never meet for fear that the Gothamite might try to add the Halfa to the growing army of children. Aka

Tucker Foley is The Guy

[the-scarecrow-of-aus]

Dannys overjoyed that its alfred and not bruce, the frootloop trauma would have been too much otherwise!

However, I can't for the life of me see tucker printing out anything other then a card with fancy calligraphy script that says: I'm Bruce f#%king Wayne. (And smaller simple writing below: keep blocking me on this and I'll ruin your whole career! Followed by blackmail material for all who are blocking the adoption)

Bruce just stares at the card and quirks an eyebrow at tucker.

Tucker smiles evilly and says "you gotta remind them my friend, while Brucie might be a friendly little guppy shark that bumps into things, Bruce Wayne is still a shark with teeth, one who happens to know the locations of every artery and nerve cluster in your entire body!

Also, tucker having a medical licence and still being gifted with technology puts him to the top of batmans list when looking for an emergency technician/doctor for cyborg!

Conversations between best friends has often led to some reckless/stupid/not thought out at all decisions. Like one conversation the amity park trio had where Danny said that he couldn't see Tucker as a doctor (the medical kind) to which Tucker responded with "Alright, bet." and enrolled in medical school. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Bruce Wayne and Tucker Foley somehow by coincidence *cough* clockwork* became friends. And stayed friends even after Bruce dropped out and Tucker went on to finish med school. It was a strange friendship that was mainly just Bruce calling Tucker from the weirdest locations and asking things "Out of curiosity, if an immortal nutjob wanted you to marry his daughter and become his heir what would you do? uh-huh, uh-huh, really? ok, thanks." and meeting up for coffee every now and then. It was during one of these coffee meet-ups that Bruce confessed that he wanted to adopt a recently orphaned child by the name of Richard. There was currently push back from people who didn't think 'Brucie Wayne' would be a good parent and from others who didn't want a random kid having a chance to inherit the Wayne fortune, the media was also having a field day. Everyone kept asking him to "reconsider" and doing everything they can to stall/stop the adoption process. Tucker, being the good friend he was, said "Don't worry, I got this" Stood up from the cafe table, walked to the nearest library and politely asked to use one of their computers, spent a good ten minutes on it, printed something out on the library's printer, walked back to the cafe where he left Bruce waiting. And finally, he handed over the paper with the words "Take this." and continued drinking his now cold coffee. Bruce was, understandably, confused. "What is-" "Trust me, it'll work." Tucker assured him. That is how Bruce Wayne adopted one Richard 'Dick' Grayson.

And after that, Bruce went to Tucker whenever he came across a kid that he wanted to adopt, which was often. It's one reason why Tucker will do everything in his power to make sure Danny and Bruce never meet for fear that the Gothamite might try to add the Halfa to the growing army of children. Aka

Tucker Foley is The Guy