#House definitely came up with that after meeting Wilson

[wilsonsmcgillsweatshirt]

Everybody lies but especially Wilson. That man cannot tell the truth to save his life

[all-pacas]

Where does chase get the idea that cameron never loved him? It's obviously a narrative he's been feeding himself to cope after dibala and is solidified in lockdown but where does it stem from? And do you think he continues to believe even after camerons explanation in the episode?

I think we see him start to edge towards it in Private Lives. As funny as the whole Chase doesn't know he's good looking arc is, it's really much more about Cameron, and he brings her up a few times in the episode:

CHASE: It's Cameron's favorite book. I don't even know what it's about. WILSON: Don't do that to yourself.

Later:

CHASE: How good-looking am I? I'm not asking if you're attracted to me. I'm looking for an objective answer. THIRTEEN: Oh, okay, then it's an appropriate question. CHASE: Last night, I acted like a complete tosser to prove to House that women don't go out with me for my looks. Cost me a hundred bucks and my definition of myself. And women.

Later:

CHASE: People meet, they like something superficial, and then they fill in the blanks with whatever they want to believe. THIRTEEN: Why are you so hung up on this? I refuse to believe it's all because you just noticed you have a nice face. You just came off a relationship. You know things go deeper than… Is that what this is about? You and Cameron? CHASE: I was the one that pursued her. Maybe I was just filling in the blanks. Maybe… maybe the first reaction was right. We were just two people who were in proximity and found each other attractive, and I ne — [stumbles over his words] I never should have… THIRTEEN: Paranoia. You felt something real. So did she. Don't try to take it back now.

Chase is trying to figure out what went wrong. Is it because he didn't take interest in her favorite book? What if he's good looking and that's the only reason people like him? What if that's the only reason Cameron liked him? Maybe she was only with him because he pursued her. "I never should have," he says, upset. Obviously, Chase fucked up big time with Dibala. He called out Cameron's shifting the blame. He's not naive about how their marriage ended, but I think it really did fuck with him.

Chase has Cameron pegged in S3 ("You have feelings for puppies and people you've just met."); he knows how she operates. He saw her crushing on House for years, was calling her on that crush in S3 as well as S1, he knows she loves everyone and holds on to things… and she left him and didn't look back. And he knows where he's at fault (and let's be clear: he's very at fault, he killed a dude), but… I don't think he really expected her to just leave. Chase wanted her to stop pretending he didn't do it, but he never suggests they split up, he pushes for them both to work for House. He doesn't want her to keep pretending House did the murder, but he doesn't want her to leave.

And she does! House, in Teamwork, actually first plants the idea in Chase's head:

HOUSE: You spent weeks elaborately concealing the fact that you [killed Dibala]. And then you just confessed. Seemed idiotic. Certain to end in disaster. Instead you're riding off into the sunset together. Any theories on why? CHASE: I assume you've already dismissed the "she loves me" theory? HOUSE: Well, it's possible. It would require the presupposition that everything she's done for the last six years has been completely inconsistent with her character, but yeah, it's possible.

I don't think House is actually arguing Cameron doesn't love him, but he does point out that Cameron is being inconsistent here. Chase, meanwhile, is hoping it'll be fine. She loves him. Right?

CAMERON: Why won't you sign the divorce papers? CHASE: It's been on my to-do list. Sorry. CAMERON: Will you sign them? CHASE: Not until we have a real conversation about our marriage. CAMERON: Okay. I made a mistake coming here.

It seems like they've spoken about the divorce before. This isn't the first time Chase has seen the paperwork, he's just stonewalling her. He wants a conversation. He wants to know what happened. That's the main theme of Lockdown, he really just wants to know why. The second Cameron confirms his theory, she starts crying, but it isn't until she tells him it was her fault, that she did love him but was just too fucked up to make it work, that Chase actually signs the papers. It's not until she gives him a real reason.

It doesn't sound to me like Chase truly thought she never loved him; he admits it was a coping mechanism, he's quick to accept a different reason (although pointedly, one where Cameron still gets more of the blame). Once Cameron says it was never going to have worked, that she is messed up and broken, his tone changes. He apologizes to her. They share good memories and dance and have sex. None of these things are the actions of people who don't care about one another at all, who resent the other for never loving them, you know?

I think Chase was just… grasping at straws. Cameron never loved him means it wasn't his fault, it was inevitable, it didn't matter that he'd pushed her away. It's also kind of a zone he thrives in: never being good enough or worth love is him and his father to a T. Never being good enough sucks, but in a way it's easier.

Chase has always been a bit insecure about Cameron, but he doesn't usually lack self confidence: he breaks up with her twice, for example. He has boundaries. He's certainly not wrong when he lays out the timeline of their relationship and points out he was always the one interested in and chasing after her, but it's a pretty flawed timeline; he leaves out the times Cameron, for example, pursued him (S3) or was willing to make big changes for him (The Itch, she decided to destroy her husband's sperm in Under My Skin without him asking). He's leaving out the fact that she did care about him, that they liked to spend time together, that Cameron is not that good of an actor or liar or wouldn't have spent two and a half years glued to his side if she didn't like him. He's upset. He's grasping at straws. He admits it:

CHASE: I spent months wondering how I made it go bad. If you never loved me, then – then I didn't do anything wrong.

It's so fucked up and it's so telling. He thought it was his fault. He made it go bad. And that was awful, and he rewrote the story. He'd rather Cameron have never loved him, to have always counted the minutes until she could dump him, then deal with the reality that he did this, that he ruined arguably the only loving relationship he's ever had, that maybe Cameron was right and he has been poisoned and ruined.

Or as he puts it in S7:

CHASE: My time here changed me in ways not everyone in my life thought was for the better. MASTERS: Were those people right? CHASE: I think when you do change, it's not so simple to go back. (Last Temptation)

Implicitly, I think he's admitting his theory was wrong. It's not about if Cameron ever loved him or not: He did change. Whether he did the right thing or the wrong thing, he turned into someone Cameron couldn't love.

[ladyloveandjustice]

I liveblog the Odyssey (The Liveblogyssey)

'I've been listening to and reading The Odyssey (Emily Wilson's translation) and I've been rambling a lot to my partner, so I thought I would also liveblog my first impressions! I read parts of The Odyssey in high school and college but never the whole thing start to finish.

Athena spoils half the plot right off, I mean obviously I knew it already, but still. We start near the end of the story with Odysseus trapped on Calypso's island, Telemachus really upset that the suitors are EATING ALL THEIR SHEEP, and the beginning follows Telemachus around as he travels around to try to learn about his dad and if he's alive. Which... we know he is so that takes a little of the tension out of it.

(Seriously, Telemachus is very fixated on the sheep thing. I get that it's a big source of food but maybe you should be a little more concerned about your mom fending off 108 suitors bud).

Athena in disguise goes to meet and accompany him, appearing as an older man, and this translation is very simple and accessible (though there are definitely moments of beautiful prose) but this sometimes leads to really awkward lines like Telemachus telling Athena in disguise "I will give you a precious, pretty treasure as a keepsake to mark our special friendship" which like. are you hitting on him Telemachus you just said you think he's fatherly.

Telemachus is going thru it though. so you can't help but feel bad for him. "My mother says I am his son, but I can't be sure [...} I wish I were the son of someone lucky, who can grow old at home, instead the most unlucky man alive is said to be my father." Like that one of the times you feel the connection going back thousand of years so fiercely, the idea of having no connection to your father because you've never met him and he doesn't even feel like your dad, just a story, and too bad you can't be the son of someone who's around.

Meanwhile, a super unintentionally funny lin from young Mac is "The poets are not to blame for how things are, Blame Zeus." which yeah, that sums up most of Greek myth doesn't it! (also very funny of Homer to be like "be nice to poets, they're cool".) He also tells his own Mom to go back to the kitchen so he can assert to the suitors he's in charge and there's a man in this house, but we are reading a story from 8th century BC so.

Anyway he goes around with Athena travelling and learning about his dad, and honestly, the Odyssey is so funny. Love the part where Nestor is like "oh if only Athena favored you as she did her father" and Telemachus is like “Yeah Athena’s not on my side” :/ and she's just. sitting there with him and says”hmm are you sure I think she maybe is probably"

(and then she's like "btw to gods don't control who lives and who dies TELEMACHUS we can't even protect our mortal loved ones (but please ignore all the times we've actively killed people) and also! also! I think your dad should be grateful to go on a cool quest and be alive when he could have just died the second he left Troy, think about THAT!!!)

then she just randomly turns into a bird and leaves after ensuring Telemachus has good sleeping arrangements. Telemachus never reacts to this, everyone else is just like "omg Athena!!" he says nothing I assume he was just standing there in slackjawed shock for the next couple of hours and going over all the embarrassing things he said.

Also we get to see Helen! And I knew from earlier Greek studies that people today acting like she was dumb just because men found her attractive was misogynist nonsense. But now I get to be extra mad because the woman isn't just not dumb, she's really intelligent and observant!

Not only does she immediately figure out who Telemachus is because she saw him when he was a newborn (how??) and relays that during the Trojan war she was the only one able to recognize odysseus when he came to her place in disguise and gave him intel, but most importantly she talks about "the day the Greeks marched off to troy, their minds fixated on war and violence. They made my face the cause that hounded them". Just subtly calling the whole army out. She knows they didn't actually go to war for her. She knows she was just an excuse, and a weak one at that. She knows they wanted this war, they wanted this violence.

So yeah, Helen is smart as hell! Screw that "Everyone wanted Helen of Sparta I wanted someone a little smarter" shit from Epic, sexist nonsense, I'm glad that song was cut.

She also mentions that "Aphrodite made her go crazy" when she agreed to run off, which could be literally true (Aphrodite did tend to do that) or a clever way to protect her reputation after leaving her husband.

Helen also has drugs, which I imagine is a big reason everyone liked her. The total package. But uh, she also does drugs everyone's drinks without apparently telling them. With what sounds like superpowered magic weed or something, to make them mellow and calm and erase anxiety and depression. It says "Whoever drinks this mixture for the bowl will shed no tears that day not even if her mother or father should die" which uh actually seems kind of dangerous! But Telemachus is goin' thru it, so maybe he could use it. but apparently it doesn't work (or takes a long time to kick in} because Telemachus gets upset anyway and says things like "This makes it worse! Courage could not save my father's life!" and wants to go to bed. (PS she got the weed from Egypt, and it's nice that the story is very complementary about Egyptians, calling them the "healer's people").

And then we've finished Telemachus's depression session and get back to Penelope. THE SAGA CONTINUES IN PART 2.

[melorasmushrooms]

Tav post mortem -

K’Amaria Docherty - Mephistopheles teifling - College of Valor Bard (10)/ Fighter (2)

Daughter of Baldurian nobility, K’Amaria wanted for nothing in her youth. She picked up the lute at a young age and started playing as much as she could, finding she had a knack for music and the magic that came with it. Her parents, while supportive of her bardic pursuits, insisted that she also take lessons on how to use various weapons in order to prepare herself for that the world might throw at her. She found herself favoring the rapier and the bow - a boon when out late at night busking at the various haunts around the gate. It was one such night where she found herself picked up by a passing mindflayer ship along with a handful of others.

Thrust into a plot to ravage the Sword Coast, she finds herself gathering unexpected allies. And a few (supposedly) necessary holes in the brain. All she wants to do is help people - and play them a song if they have the time.

Facing down cultists, a vampire lord, the Zhentarim, one determined devil, and the chosen of the Dead Three - turns out helping people is no small feat. Everyone craves power and control, even members of her own party. Thankfully they’re easier to reason with than the followers of the Absolute.

Eventually, they make it back to the gate and win the day. The Netherbrain is no more and the city is safe. For now, of course, some threat will come along again eventually. But for the moment, it’s time to rebuild.

K’Amaria elects to join Karlach in the hells, fighting against demons of all sorts and trying to find a way to permanently fix Karlach’s engine. One day, they’ll both return to Faerun and leave the hells behind for good but for now, the fight is on.

——

Class review and family below the cut:

Bard/Fighter is a great combo. You get spell casting and melee/long range combat all in one go. Was definitely inspired to give this a try after watching Lou Wilson as Fabian Seacaster on Dimension 20! It’s a really strong combo and I think it’d be fun to explore it in a table top setting as well.

Two levels in fighter is all you need to access action surge, which allows you to make multiple attacks in a single round and also possibly cast a spell if you’re feeling nasty. The one thing about casters is that (obviously this can vary) you can only do so much in a single round of combat. You get a spell and a bonus action if you’re lucky and that’s it. Moving into other classes while still having those caster levels really opens up a lot of opportunities to do a lot of damage or AoE, healing in a single round which feels like, to me, a more effective use of a round. There’s also something so satisfying about doing a lot of damage in a single round.

Definitely recommend giving the bard/fighter combo a go! It’s a lot of fun and you get some fun dialogue choices in game as a bard.

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Family:

I’m an over thinker at best or worst, so I’ve definitely over thought her family.

Taniel Docherty - Father. A demon who left the hells after giving information to a mortal adventurer who had been imprisoned in the hells in order to save the rest of their party. He disguises himself as a human in order to conduct business and lay low from those who would try and find him. He met K’Amaria’s mother at her flower shop and was quite taken with her. They eventually settled down in a stately manor house with a lush garden.

Siobhan Docherty - Mother. Born and raised in the gate, Siobhan started selling flowers to help make ends meet. She eventually opened up her own shop, making arrangements but also selling various hard to get plants that are often used in various tinctures and potions. She keeps a room full of rarer plants at home, and also raises several species of birds.

Auren Docherty - Adoptive sibling. Auren is a nine year old orphaned half elf boy that joined the Docherty family about a year before the adventure. He’s quiet, keeps to himself, preferring to observe the plants in the garden and collect various bugs. He and K’Amaria get on well, despite them having a large age gap. He has the potential to become a Druid one day.

[the-hopeless-haze]

Honey, I Ain’t Accustomed to Lose (Ch2)

Gregory House x reader, chapter 2 of If You Want It, You Can Bleed on Me

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: none

James was cheating on him.

Logically, Greg knows his partner in crime was bound to have someone on the side to eat lunch with. Greg wasn’t available every lunch break. Patients could be so ignorant about the times they decided to go into cardiac arrest, or seize, or have groundbreaking symptoms he needed to be present for. So he knew James would scope out his office or the coma patients’ rooms and then if Greg was nowhere to be found, he’d find someone else to go to the cafeteria with. Someone else to buy lunch.

He just wasn’t expecting it to be you.

No, you’re far too pretty for a married man to be dining with alone, that’s his first assessment. And he says as much when he walks into James’ office.

“This is Dr. Gregory House,” James says tiredly, grimacing in the way he does when he knows nothing he can say will excuse his friend’s behavior and that he knows worse is coming.

You stand up to introduce yourself to him, and he raises an eyebrow, grabbing your badge in his hand. “You’re not a doctor. Is this the nurse you’re cheating on your wife with?” Greg asks, glancing at James.

James is about to protest, but you’re quicker on your feet, or well, tongue. “Yeah. You came just in time for the foreplay. Want to join?”

Greg breaks into a smile; he can’t help himself. He now thinks James’ quiet irritation was more due to the fact that he never wanted the two of you to meet, and not for obvious reasons but because he knew the two of you together would make his life a living hell. “So. How long has this been going on for?”

“Oh, you know, since I started in this…position. Pun intended,” you say, a playful gleam in your eye. “I am a doctor, though.”

Greg rolls his eyes. “Your badge says 'nurse'.”

“Doctor of nursing practice.”

“Mm. So you think you’re efficient at diagnosis? What’s your specialty?” Greg asks.

“Psychiatry,” you say. “And yes.”

“Psychiatry? You’ve been hanging out with a psychiatrist? Wait, sorry, psych nurse. Are you sure this isn’t the nurse you were talking about?”

“House. Stop it,” James scolds.

“You know, that confuses patients. They think you’re a doctor, but…”

“Good. Because I am,” you say, grinning at him. “We’re all providers. My scope of practice is just slightly smaller.”

“Psychiatry. Why do you need a psych consult?” Greg asks.

James guffaws. “Have you met my patient population? Everyone’s dying or someone they love is. Nearly every one of my patients needs a psych referral.”

“And does she take on every one?”

“I take on most of the pediatric patients. This isn’t my only job, though. You know you can talk to me. I’m right here. You don’t have to address all these questions to Wilson.”

“It’s just… it’s just I get so nervous talking to pretty women, you know?” He says mockingly. “Where else do you work, then?”

“I work at a children’s psych hospital.”

“Interesting,” Greg says, taking you in fully. Your hair, your eyes, your breasts… you’re definitely hot. And psych… psych was interesting. Least chosen field…. For a reason.

Also interesting was the fact that James kept you hidden for who knows how long.

“Really?” James says, somewhat incredulous. “You think children’s psych is interesting?”

“I’m sure she has some interesting stories.”

“Do I ever,” you say, smiling.

“How long have you been here?”

“Six months?” you estimate.

“And I never saw you? No, I would’ve remembered. You would have remembered." Greg’s pager beeps and he scoffs. “Guess I’m needed back. To be continued. But wait? What’s your page number? You know. In case I need a psych consult.”

You look at Wilson after Greg leaves, your eyes gleaming. “Is there a nurse—?”

“Oh, stop it,” he says, but smiles, turning a little red.

“It’s Cynthia, isn’t it?”

“How did you—“

“She’s always talking to you every time I come here. Flirting. Lucky guess.”

“I do not flirt with her,” he says indignantly. “If anything you were just flirting with House.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “I was doing no such thing.”

“Inviting him to a threesome? Jesus, you sound just like him.”

“I was kidding. Unless you wanted me to be serious?" you respond, grinning.

He shoots you a withering look and doesn't say anything. Point taken.

"Everyone says he’s a sociopath," you say, shrugging your shoulders. "I mean... I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a sociopath."

“Well, he’s not, either. He’s just miserable and has a shitty bedside manner. There’s a difference. Anyway, can we go through these patients?”

“Yes, sure… wait. I’m being paged,” you say and look down at her pager clipped to your belt buckle. “It’s House.”

Wilson sighs. “I told you. This is why I kept you two apart for as long as I could.”

“You don’t want your friend to be happy?”

“I don’t want you to be miserable.”

“I’m going to keep him waiting. We can go through a couple of files.”

———

You waltz into Greg’s office, his eyes gleaming playfully when he sees you through the glass doors. “I thought hookers took pride in punctuality,” he says when you enter the room.

“Really? I’m late? As far as I’m concerned, I came… just in time,” you say, pausing for emphasis at the exact moment. Two can play. You could go for hours. Could he?

Greg chuckles, smiling almost in spite of himself. “Yeah. James has a lot to answer for.”

“Does he?” you ask, meeting his sparkling blue eyes, such a contrast against his otherwise dominating demeanor. He’s tall but doesn’t stand up to his full height, leaning on the cane. Tone acerbic, bitter, yet a hint of lightness that lets you know he’s not taking his cynicism all too seriously.

He’s dangerous. Sharp as a knife and he’d cut you just as deep.

But he is attractive, albeit in a disheveled manner.

“Who is this?” Foreman asks, already exasperated.

“She’s a woman, Foreman, look, there’s another one right here,” Greg says and gestures to Cameron. “She’s our psych consult.”

You introduce yourself to the team, and Cameron starts to introduce herself to you, just getting to her specialty before he cuts her off. “No. She doesn’t need to know your names. There’s the Second Hottest Woman in the Room, Pretty Boy with a Stupid Accent, and Doctor Who Skipped His Psych Rotation Yet Is Somehow a Neurologist.”

“What a team,” you tease. “I want to hear the pretty boy’s accent, though.”

Chase opens his mouth but Greg glares at him. “Dude. She’s totally into me. Don’t even try.”

Chase scoffs audibly, but ever the yes-man, he keeps quiet. Greg will really have to buy him a dog collar one of these days.

“Why do we need a psych consult?” Foreman asks.

“Because. Some people… think restraining a woman with Haldol to get a blood sample instead of, you know, doing your job correctly is the way to go about things. Clearly, we need a refresher.”

“You try getting blood from her,” he says, rolling his eyes.

“Hm. It’s almost like we don’t restrain patients to make our job easier,” you say, meeting his eye. You’d heard a little about his lackeys, albeit not as much as you heard about the man himself. You know their names, though, without having to be introduced. Working with House seemed to bring infamy. They were the topic of most of the gossip these days, and it was a big hospital.

“Oh. The lecture from Dad didn’t work so you bring Mom in to give it again?” Foreman asks, rolling his eyes.

“What? No,” Greg says, furrowing his brow. “Cuddy is your Mommy, foreman. Don’t get confused, now. She won’t come over here unless I do something egregious. Like chemically restrain a patient that didn’t need to be.”

“She was attacking me!”

“She spit at you! And now she’s vomiting blood because of your screwup,” House says firmly.

“Last time I checked, Haldol doesn’t cause that.”

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter. “Like I said. We don’t restrain patients to make our job easier. She’s a human being. She deserves respect even if she’s being difficult.”

“Okay. Like you never restrain patients?”

“Of course I do. But not because they spit at me,” you laugh. “And not to make my job easier. If they’re a danger to themselves or someone else and it’s the only option, yeah.”

“Give the patient some dignity, Foreman,” Greg agrees.

All three of his ducklings look at him incredulously. “What? I said there was no dignity in death. Not in living.”

“Well. This is going to go back and forth and I don’t have all day for a consult I’m not getting paid for. What’s wrong with the patient?” you ask.

“She's crazy, that’s what’s wrong with her,” Foreman says.

“Yeah. Helpful 19th-century assessment. Do we have an actual diagnosis?”

“Schizophrenia,” Cameron says, trying to reel it back in and be helpful.

“Okay. Does she actually have schizophrenia or does she just hear things? Because hallucinations can be caused by a myriad of things, alcohol withdrawal, unmanaged cirrhosis…”

“She is an alcoholic,” Chase says.

“It’s not a stupid accent, House,” you say, winking at Chase. “Stupid comment though. She’s not an alcoholic. She has alcohol use disorder.”

“Right. I don’t have a pain management problem, I have a pain problem,” Greg grins at you, nudging your arm as he takes a couple pills. “She gets it.”

You lose the fight in the urge to roll your eyes.

“She wasn’t withdrawing when the hallucinations started,” Cameron points out.

“Okay. Liver levels?” you ask.

“Elevated but nothing crazy. She was brought in for a DVT.”

“Ammonia?”

“We… don’t have it.”

You look at Greg. “Slacking? No one thought of the liver in a patient who drinks alcohol?”

Greg shrugs. “When I asked for liver levels I don’t know why they didn’t assume I meant ammonia, too.”

“Or you didn’t think of it,” you say, smirking. Anyway, DVT? How old is she?”

“38.”

“And when was the schizophrenia diagnosed?” you ask.

“Two years ago,” Foreman answers.

“Too young for a DVT and too old for a schizophrenia diagnosis…” you mutter, trailing off.

“That’s what I said,” Greg says.

“Well. I would test ammonia levels and look into her diagnosis. For her to make it to see psych, they had to have missed something if it was something physical that was causing the hallucinations.”

“You think she doesn’t have schizophrenia?” Greg asks.

“I don’t know. She could. But she’s displaying more physical symptoms. Wouldn’t hurt to work backward. Also wouldn’t hurt to get ammonia levels on a patient who drinks alcohol? Can’t believe you missed that one.”

“I thought it was the alcohol,” Chase says.

“Oh. Shut up. She’s not into you,” Greg scolds. “Why nursing?" he asks, turning to you.

“Cheaper. Smaller scope of practice, sure, but I was able to save money sooner. Not as much of a student loan debt,” you answer.

“Why psychiatry? Least chosen field for a reason. Clearly.”

“It’s interesting. I don’t do well with life or death, either.”

“Yet you work with dying cancer patients?”

“They know they’re dying. They’re accepting it, or fighting it, but they know it.”

Greg looks her over once more. “Yeah. One more thing. Why are you going to dinner with me tonight?”

You laugh, trying to gauge if he’s serious or not. “I don’t recall agreeing to that.”

“Mm. Wear something slutty. I’ll pick you up at 8.”

“In your dreams, House,” you giggle, fighting the blush on your cheeks. “You don’t know where I live.”

“Wilson does.”

“You better hope so,” you say, and you walk out the glass door, smiling a little bit too wide for your own liking. Yeah. He was right. James did have a lot to answer for.

“What the hell was that?” Foreman mutters.

“A woman. Jesus, Foreman. I know you don’t get a lot, but come on,” House jokes.

“Hm. Flirting over diagnoses?” Chase laughs. “That’s one way to get a woman.”

“What? She’s damaged, too?” Cameron asks, trying not to betray her hurt.

“Oh, almost definitely,” Greg says.

“So what? You’re going to date her until you figure it out, then leave her?”

“Save your moral outrage. I’ll make sure to sleep with her for as long as she lets me,” he responds, grinning.

Cameron scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Nice, House.”

“I thought so. Now, you heard the woman. You all have jobs to do.”

——---- You head back to Wilson’s office, shaking your head, feeling like you had just gotten in too deep already.

“He asked you out, didn’t he?” Wilson asks, not looking up from his paper.

“Yeah.”

Sighing, he puts down the file and looks up at you. “It’s unprecedented, though. He hasn’t been on a date in five years.”

“I’m a little rusty myself,” you say, shrugging.

“Yeah. He… it’s been a long time since he’s opened up to somebody. You better be sure you want this because if he opens up and he gets hurt… I don’t think there’ll be a next time."

“Jesus. I just met him. Relax."

“Yeah. It’s just… keep it in mind.”

You furrow your brow at him. “You kept us apart. You could’ve introduced me a million times by now. Either you never wanted us to meet… or you felt it had to happen by chance.”

“You two are both the most stubborn people I’ve ever met,” he says. “Not to mention both of you are constantly looking for people’s ulterior motives. Case in point… this exact conversation. I know I don’t know you as well as I know him… but. You’re not him, no, you’re not as callous and you care much more about the consequences of your actions, but… had I purposely led the two of you to each other you would’ve hated each other just on that principle.”

“So… half the reason he’s interested in me is because you hid me from him.”

“Precisely.”

“Hm. You’re a conniving bitch yourself, you know that, right?” you say, leaning back in your chair.

Wilson breaks into a smile. “Guilty as charged.”

“You think I’m going to break his heart?” you ask.

“Oh, you could. Like you haven’t trampled on men’s hearts in the past.”

“On occasion. I feel like I’ve been fucked over more times than I’ve fucked someone over.”

“Right. I think we all feel like that. It’s never our fault. It’s always someone else’s fuck up.”

“I mean, sure,” you agree. “How else are we going to live with ourselves?”

There’s a brief, comfortable moment of silence. You like Wilson, and had grown closer than acquaintances over the past six months. You can see how it would be difficult not to like him. Nothing he does could be described as offensive or rude, and if nothing else he could be charming, with his dry humor and kind eyes.

That being said. You can tell he’s got issues. Not that it would take a doctorate to diagnose that; the man is on his third marriage and this one isn’t going any better than the other two. Something lurks underneath there, something about how he accepts things he can’t change. It’s a good quality, a healthy quality, even, to not rage and battle with the world. He has much to be thankful for, anyway. White man, presumably straight, good paying job, the intellect and ability to go through med school and the intelligence and skills to head the oncology department in his 30s.

Still. Some of that rage is healthy, it’s human. And you can see how the lack of it might lead to fights, to growing distant, and because he doesn’t fight the things he can’t change, he lets woman after woman go.

You wonder what his actual other half’s deal is. And you say as much.

“What’s got him all fucked up?” you ask. “He’s older than you. Never married, I presume.”

“Did you notice the cane?” Wilson snarks. “I’d start there.”

“No,” you say, leaning back in your chair, crossing your legs. “No. He was messed up before that. Sure, chronic pain would exacerbate any problems he had, but… I don’t believe that that’s the cause of it.”

“All I’ll say is it’s been a while since he’s put himself out there. I kept myself out of this because I can’t be involved or he’ll sabotage it. And I… I don’t want him to. I think you’d be good for him.”

“I don’t know how much good I’d be anybody,” you mutter. “I seem normal, but it’s a good mask.”

“Well. If nothing else you two can be miserable together. Most people are.”

“Hm. Like you and your wife?”

“Don’t go there," he says, tone a little more firm. “I think it’s fair game since you just waltzed into my love life,” you counter.

“You let him in all by yourself. But… this is why. I say this in the kindest way possible, but having worked with you for half a year, there’s something wrong with you. It comes out here and there. You have learned to mask it to some extent. But you… you’re damaged goods. So. Either the two of you will destroy each other, feed off each other’s worst parts and make a suicide pact I’ll have to talk you out of… or you’ll both find comfort in finally meeting somebody as fucked as you are.”

“Wow. What a glowing review of my personality,” you say sarcastically, but you don't have much of a counter because you know he isn't wrong.

"I... I don't know if it's your personality or if it's even your fault. I'm not House. I'm not going to pry. I don't need to know to be friends with you. But... he will."

“Whatever. We all hurt, Wilson. It’s part of the human condition.”

“Okay. Just… be careful."

"I thought you wanted this to happen?" you ask.

"I do... but... I just want you to be aware."

“Well. I'm one step ahead of you. I’m taking files out of my medical records,” you say, grinning.

Wilson furrows his brow. “Why? What does that have to do with anything?”

You laugh. “I’ve heard enough stories from you in passing, and I know he’ll be looking for them.”

“Yeah. Yeah. If there’s one thing he likes…it’s games. Nice courtship techniques.”

“You play games just as much.”

“Yes, but I don’t commit crimes.”

“Being friends with House? I doubt that," you laugh. "Didn’t you… I don’t know… reduce a patient’s tumor to con another doctor into removing it?”

“How do you even know about that?”

You shrug. “Everyone knew about that. Anyway. I’ll leave enough so he knows some are missing.”

“What? Enough… oh. Files. We’re back to that.”

“Yeah. Keep up,” you say, grinning.

"Mm. Well. Have fun."

And you know, you did. For a while.

[ladylokilaufeyson5]

Madam President - Steve Rogers x Fem!President!Reader

Summary: After a serious threat against the president’s life, the Avengers have to stand in as her bodyguards.

Warnings: idk gunfire and action stuff, betrayal ?

Words: 2.3K+

Also this is my 100th post :))

“There is now a serious threat against the President’s life.”

The Avengers went silent at Fury’s words. They were previously not paying much attention, or talking amongst themselves, but as soon as the words left Director Fury’s mouth, they all shut up and paid full attention.

“President Y/n?” Peter Parker piped up. “But - but she’s amazing! She’s the best president we’ve had yet!”

“Yeah, she was super supportive with abolishing the Accords,” Sam Wilson put in.

“Yeah, well that’s why an organisation called Viper doesn’t like her,” Fury stated.

A few of the Avengers groaned, and Steve heard Tony mutter something about the threat at least not being Hydra this time.

“So what are we doing about that?” Clint asked. “What’s our play?”

“Well, seeing as you’re all – well, most of you are – the most capable people on the planet, you’ll be acting as her bodyguards.”

Steve’s phone vibrated and he glanced down to see a text from Tony to the Avengers group chat.

Tony: most of us?? I already know that was aimed at me

Tony: rude pirate

Steve rolled his eyes at the text message, and had to agree with the one that Natasha sent right after.

Natasha: As if he would let you anywhere near the President. You’d say something rude and tarnish the reputation of the Avengers

Tony: I would never tarnish anything. I’m perfect

Steve quickly typed a message to the chat.

Steve: You should be paying attention.

Tony’s message came through almost instantly.

Tony: So should you

Tony: Party pooper.

“So, you’ll take turns being her bodyguard,” Fury said. “Romanoff, Rogers, Barton, Wilson, Barnes, and Maximoff, you five have a meeting with her head of security tomorrow in D.C. I expect all of you to be there on time. The rest of you need to find this organisation and take it down.”

The director spoke a bit more about what was expected before leaving the Avengers to their own devices. Steve got up to start packing for the trip to Washington D.C. He was actually pretty excited to meet the president seeing as Peter had told Steve a lot about her; about how she passed the bill making same sex marriage legal in every state, and how she fought for rights for pretty much every community.

There was a knock on Steve's door, and he opened it to reveal Bucky.

"Hey, Buck," Steve said. "What's up?"

Bucky was silent for a moment before speaking.

"Do you… do you think I’m ready?" he asked.

Steve knew what this was about. Bucky had been in therapy for the past year and a half, but hadn’t gone on any important missions. Such as this mission, to protect the President.

“I definitely think so, Buck,” Steve said confidently. “The words don’t trigger you anymore, and you’re a great soldier. I think you’ll do great.”

A small smile graced the soldier’s features, and Steve smiled back at him.

Soon enough, the six Avengers got on the quinjet and started their journey from upstate New York to Washington D.C. They had all checked to make sure they had the appropriate weapons before they’d left. Sam had the Captain America shield, while Steve had a blue and silver one that T’Challa had given him. The flight was a quick one, and eventually the four men and two women had entered the White House (after quite a few security checks).

“Just through here,” one of the security guards said, leading Steve and the team through the hallway.

Steve made sure Sam entered first, closely followed by Natasha, then Wanda. Clint went in next, leaving Steve to enter second-to-last, leaving Bucky at the rear.

Steve had been in the President’s office a couple of times before to discuss world-threatening topics with previous presidents, but Steve had to admit that the president currently walking over to greet them was by far the most beautiful he’d ever seen. 

She had h/l, h/c hair, and she stood with an air that demanded respect. She walked over to the Avengers and Steve saw that her eyes were a stunning shade of e/c.

“Captain America,” she said, shaking Sam’s hand.

“Madam President,” Sam replied with a grin.

The president proceeded to shake each Avenger’s hand. Wanda seemed the most nervous, but the president gave her a big smile, and even complimented her fighting abilities. Wanda smiled bashfully at the president, and the president continued shaking hands, all the way to Steve.

“Captain,” she said, reaching out to shake his hand.

Steve grabbed her hand and shook, giving her a smile. Her hand was so small in his, and he was careful not to squeeze too hard.

“I just go by Steve these days,” Steve said.

The president smiled at him before going to shake Bucky's hand.

“Sergeant Barnes,” she said with a smile.

Bucky nervously shook her hand, and the president let go before returning to her desk. She motioned for everyone to take a seat and Steve took the first seat, and the others followed his lead.

“So,” the president said. “This organisation  – Viper  – doesn’t like me in power, and wants to kill me, right? And you're going to be my bodyguards until the other Avengers take down the organisation?”

She said it calmly enough to shock some of the Avengers, but they all nodded, confirming the information. The president shuffled some papers around on her desk before finding the right ones and pushing them across the desk. Steve watched her every movement closely, seemingly entranced by everything she said and did.

“Agent Smith can show you everything,” the president said, gesturing to one of her guards.

The guard looked slightly nervous, but that could be expected if you were showing your security plans to the Avengers. But as the bodyguard got closer to the president, Steve was sure it was something else. A quick glance at Natasha was enough to have the widow attacking the guard, planting his face into the desk and holding his arms behind his back.

“What is the meaning of this?” the president demanded, jumping back from the desk.

“You were paid by Viper to kill the president,” Wanda said, her eyes glowing red.

“I wasn’t going to, I wasn’t going to, I swear!” the guard cried.

The president watched everything unfold with disbelief written on her face. The other bodyguards looked at the one Natasha had in a hold in shock.

“It wasn’t just me!” the guard cried. “It was Williams too!”

Steve acted within a split second. He leapt over the desk and pulled the president down as Williams pulled out his gun and shot at her. The bullet pinged over their heads, and glass shattered. Steve protected the president from the rain of glass, and there was a grunt as one of the other Avengers took care of Williams. 

Steve looked down at the president who was on the floor, looking slightly dazed.

“Apologies, Madam President,” Steve said sheepishly, helping her stand up.

“No, thank you,” she said, straightening herself. “And you can call me Y/n. All of you can.”

“We’re going to need to interrogate every member of your personal guard,” Natasha said.

Y/n nodded, waving her hand in a gesture that said ‘go ahead’. She then rubbed her temples and sighed.

“Well, this is definitely what one would call an eventful day at work.”

Quite a few hours later, Steve, Wanda, Bucky, and Clint were in a very lavish hotel close to the White House. They had made sure that all of their beds were in the same room, just in case someone decided to come in and assassinate one of them. Natasha and Sam were with the president, making sure that she was safe. 

Wanda was watching sitcoms with Bucky and Clint, while Steve sat out, still thinking about the president. Thinking about the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she held herself. Just everything about her seemed to call to Steve.

“What’re you thinking about?” Bucky asked.

Steve only then realised that the tv had been paused, and the other three were looking at him curiously.

“The president,” Steve said, trying to sound professional.

“Really?” Clint asked. “C’mon, we get a little bit of a break, man!”

“He’s not thinking about her like that,” Wanda said with a small grin.

The other two looked at her in confusion before realisation dawned on their faces. They both looked at Steve with appreciative grins, and Steve just glared at Wanda.

“Sorry,” the witch said, not sounding very apologetic at all.

“Steve and the president,” Bucky said. “Y’know, I remember telling you once that you should aim high. Guess it stuck.”

Steve rolled his eyes and groaned.

“I just think she’s pretty,” Steve mumbled.

“And kind, and respectable, and-”

“Wanda,” Steve warned.

The girl just grinned again before pressing play and continuing watching her sitcom. Everyone’s phones vibrated, and everyone checked the message quickly, only to realise it came through the Avengers group chat.

Tony: Heard it was an eventful day today

That was Tony’s way of asking if everyone was okay. He would never out-right ask the question, but he’d get the conversation started.

“Dibs not responding,” Wanda said, leaning back on the couch, her eyes on the tv.

Steve saw that Clint was already texting, so he decided to let Clint reply.

Clint: President nearly got shot, but Steve saved her

Clint: Also two of her guards were paid by Viper to kill her

Tony: She’s got it rough

Natasha: Oh yeah, and Steve definitely has a crush on her

Steve was horrified for two reasons. Reason number one: Natasha was supposed to be looking after the president, and she was on her phone. Reason number two: Natasha had just exposed him to all of his friends.

Steve: Aren’t you supposed to be looking after the president??

Tony: Not denying it?

Tony: Honestly, I see it

Tony: The old Cap with the president. Very patriotic

Natasha: I see it too

Natasha: And Steve I am taking care of her. We’re in the same room right now. Sam won’t touch his phone, and we’ve scouted the area. I think she’ll be okay for the five seconds it takes to speech-to-text this message

Natasha: Just kidding, it’s not speech-to-text 

Steve decided to just turn his phone off rather than endure everyone’s teasing. The three people in the room were already grinning and giggling, and Steve rolled his eyes before using the tired excuse.

A few weeks later, Steve and Bucky took the morning shift of taking care of the president. The Avengers had stayed the past few weeks in Washington. The president was very nice, and the Avengers had grown fond of her.

Steve and Bucky arrived at the White house to see her already in her office. As soon as the two super soldiers arrived, they took guard at the door to the president’s office.

“You guys can sit down, you know,” Y/n said. “Standing up all day can’t be comfortable, and I’m sure it’s tiring.”

Steve and Bucky glanced at each other before cautiously sitting down on couches opposite each other. Bucky kept an eye on the door, and Steve kept an eye on the president. She worked away on her laptop, occasionally looking at the papers on her desk. She looked at her watch a few times, and at ten thirty, a representative walked through the doors.

Natasha had already sent the group the president’s schedule for the week, so it wasn’t a surprise for the two soldiers. The representative on the other hand, looked shocked to see two war heroes in the president’s office.

“You - you didn’t tell me that they would be here,” the representative said nervously.

“Does it matter?” Y/n asked cautiously.

The representative hesitated before shaking his head quickly.

“No, no. Of - of course not,” he got out.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other. The man seemed suspicious. The two soldiers stood up and the representative took a few steps back.

“Badge,” Bucky said, holding a hand out.

The representative blinked.

“I - why do I need to prove my identity?” he inquired, gaining some amount of confidence. “I’ve been coming in for the past two months.”

“A representative has been, yes,” Bucky said, “but not you.”

Bucky punched the man in the face, and the digital mask slipped off to reveal someone who was most definitely an intruder. There was a loud boom and the building shook. Steve rushed over to the president as debris rained down.

“Ma’am, we have to get out of here,” Steve said.

“I-”

The president was cut off as gunfire tore through the room, and several agents entered the office. Steve pushed her behind the desk and quickly followed. He peeked up and threw the shield, knocking out three guys before it came rushing back. Gunfire sounded from beside him, and he looked over to see Y/n holding two handguns and shooting into the fray. After Steve’s initial shock he jumped back into action, taking down the rest of the agents. The doors burst open again and Steve readied for another attack, but it was just the rest of the Avengers in Washington.

“We found Viper,” Natasha said. “We got most of them, but a few got a away.”

“Yeah, we got ‘em,” Bucky said, rolling his shoulders.

“So… that’s it?” Y/n asked, putting her guns aside. “That’s the end of viper?”

“Yes ma’am,” Natasha said with a nod.

Steve expected the president to be happy that the threat against her life was over, but she gave the Avengers a bittersweet smile.

“Well, I hope to see you all again,” she said sadly.

“We’ll keep in touch,” Steve said quickly.

Y/n smiled at him brightly. After a few more words the Avengers left, and eventually they were on the quinjet, heading back to New York. A message pinged on Steve’s phone, and he looked at the screen.

Madam President: I hope you meant it when you said you’d keep in touch.

Steve had to fight a smile as he typed his response.

Steve: I definitely did mean it, ma’am

[itsallyscorner]

Teaming Up with Sam and Bucky ft Zemo

Pairing: FEM!Reader; Bucky Barnes x reader, Sam Wilson x reader; platonic(?), let’s throw in some Zemo x reader

Summary: What it would be like to team up with our favorite duo. Takes place during TFATWS.

Warnings: none, TFATWS SPOILERS. Lowkey a mess :D

A/n: Ever since TFATWS came out I’ve been reminded of how much I love Bucky and Sam. Also I have a new found love for Zemo. I’ve just been so obsessed with this series and I’ve been reading so many fics about it, so I decided to finally write my own :) Enjoy my loves❤️

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You’re basically working with a bunch of children.

The children mostly being Sam and Bucky, though Zemo does have his moments once he joins you three.

You’ve known dumb and dumber for a few years now, being part of the Avengers, you’ve worked with Sam on multiple missions. The friendship blooming somewhere in between.

You were also close friends with Steve; when he first came out the ice, you were assigned to help him adjust to the modern world by Fury. He would tell you a bunch of stories of him and Bucky running into trouble or Bucky always saving his ass whenever he was getting beaten up.

Eventually, you finally got to meet Bucky, though he wasn’t Bucky, he was the Winter Soldier. Your introduction to each other was quite memorable to say the least.

He choked you with that metal arm of his and for a split second you swore you might’ve found it attractive—till he threw your body against a car.

You sided with Cap during the accords and helped him protect Bucky. When that whole mess was over, Steve asked you to stay with Bucky in Wakanda to make sure he would be safe.

You were the first person to have some kind of bond with Bucky. Before and after he was freed from Hydra’s hold on him, you were always someone he knew he could trust.

When Steve told you what he was going to do while retuning the stones he told you to watch over them.

“Promise me you’ll keep an eye on Buck and Sam?” He asked you, sitting on the edge of your bed. He had snuck into your room late at night, knowing you were wide awake.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly, a lazy smile on your lips, “They don’t need me, I’m sure they’re capable of surviving on their own.” Steve breathes out a laugh and shakes his head, “You’d be surprised.”

“But seriously, (y/n), they need you. You know how they get when they’re together. You’re the only person in the world who knows how to deal with the both of them at the same time.” Steve reasons, his baby blues sparkling in the darkness of the guest room of Tony’s lake house.

“Make sure they’re not on the verge of killing each other or running into too much trouble?” You tiredly nod, sleep slowly consuming your body. “I promise, they’re gonna be alright, Steve.”

Sometimes you found yourself looking up at the sky, cursing at it—or Steve—for leaving you with two of the most childish and stubborn men you’ve ever known in your life.

You were like the mother of the group; breaking up fights, making sure they skipped no meals, patching up their boo-boos, etc.

“Will you stop staring at me?” Sam snapped, tossing his goggles onto the seat beside him to glare at Bucky.

“I’m not staring at you.” Bucky remarked from across Sam. His flesh and metal arm crossing with each other as he stared at Sam challengingly.

“Yes, you are. Your eyes are connecting with mine. You’re literally staring at me right now!” Sam pointed out, to which Bucky rolled his eyes at.

“Because I’m talking to you, genius. I wasn’t staring at you.” Bucky quipped.

“Yes you were!”

“No I wasn’t!”

This continued till they were sick of bickering with each other, finally yelling out your name for help.

The arguments were straight up petty. Bucky wouldn’t admit it, but he was the pettiest.

Exhibit 1: “LoOKiNG StrONg jOHn!”

Like seriously? Bucky’s the pettiest bitch, nobody can tell me otherwise.

You and Sam would definitely find it amusing how Bucky doesn’t trust Redwing.

Obviously, you all despise John Walker. Just the thought of him left a bad taste in your mouth.

He was like a fly that you all couldn’t get rid of. But because you were all painfully patient people—mostly you and Sam—you had to deal with his bullshit despite the way he annoyed you all.

Totally loosing your shit when Bucky helps Zemo break himself out of prison.

“Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.” You groaned, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose together.

Bucky looks at you with feign innocence; his mouth agape and puppy eyes. “I—didn’t do...anything(?).”

“You helped Zemo break out of prison didn’t you?” You crossed your arms at him, hip jutting out. As if on cue, Sokovian sugar daddy walks into the abandoned garage you were all in.

Before you can explode on him, Bucky tried to calm you down, “Wait, I technically didn’t do anything though! It was his plan!”

Zemo definitely lives up to being the ✨Sokovian Sugar Daddy✨ of your dysfunctional group.

I think you’d all be surprised at how rich he was. The amount of connections he had wasn’t that big of a shocker.

No like seriously, homie was pulling all sorts of shit out his ass; cars, private planes, houses in different countries, etc.

You all had a love hate relationship with Zemo. On days when he was actually helpful, you all got a long. On the days when things got horribly messy, Zemo couldn’t even let a word out since Sam would tell him to “shut up”.

Though that still doesn’t excuse the fact that he got the Avengers to spilt up and go against each other.

When you guys are all hiding out in one of Zemo’s apartments or homes, you would probably cook breakfast, lunch, or dinner for everyone.

They actually loved it when you cooked because it made the atmosphere feel a bit homey and calm compared to the current situation you were all in.

You were the person they can all go to. You were easy to talk to, making it easier for them to open up to you.

You always checked in on them mentally and physically. For example, you knew Sam felt guilty about giving up the shield, but Bucky never made him forget about his choice. You were there to reassure him that he thought he was doing the right thing and didn’t know the hidden agenda of the government.

You were like their on the go therapist, babysitter, and partner.

Sometimes Bucky and Sam would even argue for your attention.

“Can you stop hogging (y/n) please? Her ears might fall off from hearing you yap all day.” Bucky said as he gently took your arm and dragged you away from Sam.

“You literally spent the whole day with her yesterday, you’re the one who needs to stop hogging (y/n).” Sam argued, grabbing onto your other arm.

“I didn’t get to spend time with (y/n).” Zemo mentioned from his seat in the kitchen, a glass of whisky in his hand. Bucky simply turned to him and pointed, “NO!”

Honestly what’s a friendship with Bucky and Sam without some harmless flirting. They weren’t gonna lie, you were gorgeous, the most attractive one out of the group.

When you guys had to go undercover at Madripoor, both times with Zemo and Sharon, you had to wear dresses that were a bit revealing. Maybe your chest was a bit shown, but the dress definitely showed off your legs.

“So what do you guys think?” You stopped at the bottom of the stairs of Sharon’s apartment, doing a little spin to show off your outfit.

Both Bucky and Sam’s jaws drop, Zemo probably nodding in approval in the corner.

You can’t forget about the nicknames: maybe doll, sweetheart, or darlin’ from Bucky and the typical Louisiana Cher from Sammy.

While fighting against the Flag Smashers or anyone in general, you guys always had each other’s back.

You could directly be fighting someone, but you’ll naturally have an eye on Sam and Bucky to make sure nobody was sneaking up on them.

It’s a given that you all patch each other up after some fight.

You were all very protective of each other. If there’s one thing Sam and Bucky can agree on, it’s their instinct to protect you.

Like how you kept an eye on them, they also kept their eyes on you. Even though they knew you could hold your own.

“Could you walk?” Sam asked you as you laid on the concrete floor. You were double teamed by a couple of Flag Smashers. Two super soldiers against a normal person, you totally got your ass handed to you.

You pushed yourself up to rest on your elbows, “I’m fine, just got dropped kicked twice, but I’ll be fine.”

Sam smiled at you, “That’s my girl.”

Though the two can be a handful and argue almost every minute, you loved the both of them tremendously. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Firsts -- [4/6]

[B. Barnes]

Chapter Summary: The first time you realise Bucky Barnes has a well contained jealous streak.

Warnings: Light themes of jealousy, but it's more wholesome than anything else.

Notes: This one is a little shorter, but only because I split up a longer chapter into two parts. It occurred to me after it was finished that it would be better that way. I hope you enjoy, I wold love to hear any feedback you have! reblogs or comments are always welcome <3

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III.

Jealousy, Part One

It was mid September and Louisiana was doing her damndest to show off about it.

The weather had been perfect for a full week now, hot enough for a swim, but never humid enough to complain about. Nice enough that even Bucky, who claimed he was allergic to anything over 80 degrees, joined Sam for a week straight in his morning runs. The super soldier claimed it was his birthday present to Sam, but the other man knew it had more to do with the way you’d whistled in appreciation at him that first morning of your stay, and if there was one thing that could convince a man to do something he didn’t want to, it was a woman.

Well, at least with this man and this woman, anyways.

You’d been nervous at first about joining Bucky in Delacroix for Sam’s birthday celebration. You’d met the man himself a handful of times, but you knew how much the Wilson’s as a whole meant to Bucky, that this was basically his equivalent of asking you to meet his parents.

Luckily you all got on like a house on fire, and within hours your nerves were doused.

Still, it felt a little strange to be in such close quarters with such close friends and family. Back in New York, you and Bucky mostly spent your time together alone or with passing strangers. You’d never thought so much before about your words or actions, aware that both Sarah and Sam would watch the two of you with various levels of curious interest.

You’d learnt long ago that Bucky Barnes wasn’t really into PDA. It hadn’t been too hard to figure out, not when it had taken him more than two months to even briefly hold your hand. Bucky was different and you’d always known that and his dislike of PDA was low on the list of things to consider when it came to dating him.

That’s why you’re damn near struck momentarily speechless when leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek as he passes you by.

Sam’s birthday party was in full swing now, the afternoon sun turning the sky gorgeous shades of orange and blue, and the sounds of friends and family filling the docks. You’d found yourself separated from your boyfriend when he’d volunteered to go get more ice, but all the guests were friendly enough that you hadn’t really felt alone at all.

You were stuck into conversation with Sam’s-cousin’s-friend’s-workmate, a guy around your age named Vinnie, as you both worked in the events planning industry. You had just been explaining various aspects of how crazy New York went for Christmas when Bucky had announced his arrival with a kiss to your cheek.

It takes you a moment to remember how to form words again, completely taken aback by the tingling you can still feel against your face, and you follow Bucky with your eyes, waiting for him to look your way, give you some kind of look to explain what that was all about, but he just carries on. Like it were just normal for him to do that infront of so many people, in front of anyone, really.

Vinnie barely seems to notice, probably because most of the people here seemed to greet each other with big hugs and multiple kisses to the cheeks, and you're thankful for his next question to bring you back down to earth.

When it happens for a second time, you definitely know something’s up.

This time you’re standing by the edge of the pier, hair wet and still dripping, sarong tied around your waist so you weren’t just standing around in your bathers. Cass and AJ have most of your attention, and you call out encouragement as they each take their turn to show you their ‘tricks’. You were still deep in conversation with Vinnie, but he’d stepped away briefly to refill his beer and yours.

You’re just beginning to wonder about Bucky, the sunset making you think only of watching it with him, when he appears out of nowhere, pressing a fresh bottle into your hands and dipping his neck down to press his lips to yours. He’s clearly aware of your bewildered expression when he pulls back, because he grins goofily, shrugging lightly.

You open your mouth to ask him something, anything, but it’s then that Sam beckons him, your own attention flickering to the boys in the water, and by the time you turn back to the man who had been beside you moments ago, he’s long gone, well across the pier.

Vinnie returns with your drinks, and graciously shrugs when he sees you already have one, handing it off to the nearest willing person.

Over Vinnie’s shoulder you manage to catch Bucky’s eye for a spare second, but you quickly realise he isn’t looking at you. Confusion bubbles at the edges of your mind, until your once again called upon to judge the best water tricks.

You’d seen Bucky head towards the house and had followed him with a vengeance, ducking conversations and greetings to make sure you wouldn’t be distracted again.

When you enter the oddly quiet Wilson home, you pause for a moment, listening for where he could have gone.

“Bucky?” you ask as you round the corner to the kitchen, jumping nearly a mile in fright when a hand tugs on your arm, spinning you about until your back is to the wall. You barely have a moment to register who it is before he’s in your space, lips pressed once again to yours, but far less chaste this time.

“Jesus, Bucky, you scared me,” you scold unconvincingly between breaths.

“Sorry,” Bucky apologises with about as much conviction, less if you count the way his hand slides up your arm and to the back of your neck, squeezing ust slightly as he angles your face back further.

He hadn’t kissed you like this all week, not even when you’d gotten your moments alone, and it makes you sigh needily into him, not having realised how much you missed the taste of him. When he pulls back to look down at you, he seems to be searching for something, and clearly finds it, because you’d recognise that softly smug look anywhere.

Trying to snap out of your daze, you push uselessly at his chest with a weak frown.

“What’s gotten into you?” you ask, unable to keep the smile from your face when he leans back down, pressing kisses to your jaw, chuckling softly when you can’t help but giggle.

“Nothing,” he tells you, pulling away again.

“Really? I barely see you all day except for when you decide you apparently have no issue with…” you trail off, waving your hands in reference to the way he has you pressed against the wall and his body, something saved almost exclusively for when you’d been making out long enough that it had started to teeter into ‘fooling around’ territory.

Bucky only shrugs again, the expression on his face a little too relaxed to be real.

“You’ve been busy, was just cutting in when I got a chance,”

Your eyes narrow at his excuse, something about his choice of words and the way his tone clearly didn’t match his apparent chill.

And then it hits you.

“Oh my god are you jealous?!”

Any amount of cool leaves Bucky’s face at your question, and instead he levels you with an almost intimidating glare.

“Jealous? Of who? Of what?” he scoffs. You cover your mouth to keep the laugh from bubbling out.

“You are!” you exclaim quietly, only receiving an even deeper glare. It makes you laugh properly this time. Clearly sensing no more point in lying, Bucky groans frustratedly, bowing his head to rest in the crook of your neck.

“I’m not,” he replies weakly, voice muffled. You coo, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Please look at me?”

Reluctantly, Bucky lifts his face to stare at you pained. Pushing back your amusement, you use one hand to cup his stubbled cheek.

“You don’t ever need to be jealous, okay?” you ask, waiting as he seems to pause, eyes searching you as he takes in your words.

When he kisses you again, you’re sure he’s understood you, less flame behind the movement now, slower and more at ease. Still, you can’t help but moan when his tongue finds yours, your hands pulling at him even more, his body stepping impossibly close, his hand dropping to press against your lower back and--

A soft exclamation of surprise makes you part, and you quickly spy Vinnie over Bucky’s shoulder. From where the other man has excited the downstairs bathroom, he has a good view of just how intimate a moment he’s walked in on, and his face flushes with embarrassment.

“Sorry, I didn’t-- uh, yeah, sorry,”

You aren’t sure you’ve ever seen a man move so quickly in your life.

Neither you or Bucky seem able to move until you hear the back door open and shut again, at which point you let out a shaky breath.

“That should do the trick,” Bucky says quietly, blinking in surprise when you smack his chest suddenly.

“Buck! Seriously?! How old are you?!” your scolding held a little more fire this time, though it simmers when the man in front of you drops both his hands to your hips, grinning widely in a way you’d only caught sight of a handful of times before. He shrugs unapologetically.

“Can you really blame me, sweetheart?”

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This week's (16-08-2021 - 22-08-2021) reading log is here. This week's reading log is super duper long and filled with lots of good things (my apologies for the long post, I really could not find a good spot to do a read more). I discovered some new favourites and re-read some old favourites and while I had an intense week personally at least the fics I read were absolutely phenomenal. I do recommend checking out the warnings as some fics are a bit heavier/angstier and you might wanna be prepared. Most of these fics are Stucky but there are a couple of other ships in between.

If you are looking for more fun and/or good things make sure to check out the @marveldisabilitycelebration as well to see all the awesome art, fics, meta, etcetera people created! And while I am mentioning events I am a mod for let me also just quickly mention that sign-ups for the @stuckygiftexchange are still open until the end of the month <3

Favourites are marked with a 🌻 Fics that are only available to AO3 users are marked with a 🔒 and Tumblr fics are marked with a 🍀

🌻 The Bends by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Danbeau, side Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

Memory is not a house you can just walk back into after finding the key you thought you’d lost. It’s a thing you wade into and out of, rewriting it as it rewrites you.

It’s not without its rewards, either - recovering a memory about Maria and Monica, about her life, feels better than socking a thousand bad guys in the face, better than all the photon blasts in the world.

Then again, realising there’s still memories she can’t access, even after all this time, feels like drowning in space.

Not the one out there - the one inside her.

🌻 Sweet & Salty by musette22 @musette22 [Stucky, 3k words, Teen]

Idiots in love. That's it. That's the fic.

When life gives you lemons by moonythejedi394 @moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 34k words, Explicit] (11/15 chapters)

Or 13 Terrible Things to Do With Lemons Other Than Making Lemonade

Steve Rogers is a home health nurse. He works for an agency, which assigned him to the aging Winifred Barnes, the one and only Silent Era Hollywood darling. As her needs increased, she requested the agency assign Steve to her full-time. She could pay for it, so she got it. Steve then moved in with her, becoming her caregiver; he cooked, he cleaned, he managed her medications, he made sure she was comfortable.

Winifred's children treated him less than ideally. He was the help, after all. And then Steve had the audacity to go and turn out to be eldest son James Barnes's soulmate. No one saw that coming.

🍀 SamRhodey Tumblr Fic by ipoiledi [SamRhodey, ? words, Teen?]

“Wilson, this is Rhodey; Rhodey, Wilson,” Tony Stark says, and suddenly some six foot tall sexy guy is shoved right in front of Sam, and they both stumble a little, bumping into each other. This is a crowded party. “You guys have things in common, right?” Stark asks. “Uh, Army stuff. Talk about that. I hate wallflowers; stop wallflowering and talk to each other.”

Shorteralls by moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 6k words, Explicit]

The first time Bucky ever saw Steve Rogers, he was struck by how Neanderthal-like his response was. It was immediately followed by a bout of mental scolding. The second time was just about the same. The third time, it was actually appropriate for Bucky to start a conversation with him, at which point he was determined to be the gentleman.

No such luck. Steve Rogers is, always has been and always will be, a relentless flirt. These days, Bucky's Neanderthal-ist feelings about Steve are consensual and highly appreciated. More so now that they're having a baby.

what the fuck are perfect places anyway by tigerlilycorinne [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

Steve clears his throat and stands. “Well, I should head in. I might want to begin packing.”

Bucky stills. “You won’t,” he says, trying to sound commanding. It only comes out uncertain. “Don’t.”

Steve shakes his head. “Maybe not tonight,” he says, and Bucky knows they’ll be discussing this again soon.

“Then stay. Play… play cards with me or something.”

Steve’s eyebrows jump up, his mouth tugging up in another of his bemused smiles that do things to Bucky’s insides, but he drops his hand from the doorway and steps back into Bucky’s room. Somehow, Bucky feels as if he’s won—not the war, just the battle.

Steve won’t stay forever. But he’ll stay for cards.

Steve and Bucky, on the run after Civil War (with a few alterations to canon), are laying low in Wakanda. But they can’t stay there forever.

🌻 honestly thought i’d be dead by now, but what you can trust is that i need your touch by moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 105k words, Explicit]

Bucky is 37 years old; he’s unmarried, hasn’t had a Sub of his own, is definitely not ripped, comfortable at his job as an Advanced Practice RN at Brooklyn General ER, and just got his Five Years coin from AA.

Steve is 26 years old; he’s unmarried, his last and only Dom has Alzheimer's, he's worryingly muscular, uncomfortable in his job as the government’s poster Alpha for masculinity and strength, and worries more than he should about his BMI.

Unfortunately, Steve and Bucky meet initially in a not-cute moment. Bucky’s tired as shit thanks to the sudden alien invasion that shook New York and Steve is tired as shit because he hasn’t slept more than 20 minutes at a time in – well, since 1936, probably. Bucky’s Alpha instincts get irritated at the sudden presence of another "Alpha" into his territory and Steve’s suppressed submissive tendencies latch onto this grumpy bachelor Alpha and he only suppresses it further.

Bucky’s grumpiness and Steve’s duckling impressionism aside, both of them are a mess. But since both of them are a mess? Their messes seem to fit pretty well together.

Deep Sea Diving by Aida Ronan [Stucky, 5k words, Explicit]

Steve's wallowing in heat-related misery under a shade tree in Central Park when a man walks by in bright red booty shorts and a crop top. RIP Steve Rogers. It was nice knowing you.

honey, make this easy by steebadore [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

Bucky likes the way he looks. His silk button up with the tiny gold polka dots feels soft on his skin and is tailored perfectly; no pulling at his chest or belly. His hair falls in shiny dark waves and his skin is smooth and dewy. He looks expensive. He looks taken care of. He looks like Steve’s.

🌻 let's take it back to the start by howdoyousleep @howdoyousleep3 [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

How it all began.

This sleepwalking through my life. by barthelme [Stucky, 1k words, Explicit]

The internet is an interesting place and when Bucky came home (or, when he came to live with Steve), Steve did a lot of research. Apparently, it’s not safe to wake a sleepwalker. He assumes that waking a sleepwalker with traumatic dreams and PTSD is beyond just being frowned upon.

And he tells himself--has told himself--that this is safer for Bucky. That if he were to stop him and wake him up, that Bucky would be mortified to be slurping on his best friend’s cock. That all of the improvements he’s made would be lost, would be repressed, would be just--

They’d be back at square one.

So he lets Bucky do it.

🌻 the way i've been craving by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

"Lunch break at 12:30. My office. Hope you’re hungry…"

It’s the ellipsis that sends Bucky’s insides swimming warmly, his heart beating twice as fast against his ribs where he sits in class. Senator Rogers is concise, direct, to the point. Without an ellipsis this is lunch, this is a meeting. With it though?

This is a booty call.

nasty but classy by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 4k words, Explicit]

“No, you don’t have to know the purpose, that doesn’t matter. Nat showed me this challenge where couples drink a lot of wine and get drunk together but they can’t touch each other. And whoever touches the other first has to...has to give the other head.”

🌻 Put It on Repeat, It Stays the Same by giselleslash [Stucky, 20k words, Explicit]

Steve and Bucky have a one night stand that turns into a friends with benefits situation. A weekend snowed in at Bucky’s apartment brings to light how much that really doesn’t suit either one of them.

Greetings to the New Brunette by victoria_p (musesfool) [Stucky, 10k words, General]

"You said he should have a hobby. That it would help."

"I meant, like, knitting or coin collecting. Motocross, if he was feeling antsy. A baby's not a hobby. It's lifetime commitment."

🌻 Rogers & Barnes: Partners by triedunture [Stucky, 10k words, Teen]

Steve and Bucky have to pose as a couple for a mission. Nat insists it really is the only option. She's checked.

The complication: unbeknownst to even Natasha, Steve and Bucky's friendship has been rocky ever since Bucky confessed his tender feelings and Steve left him out in the cold. Can asexual, completely-in-love-with-his-angry-best-friend Steve complete the mission and win Bucky's heart?

(The answer is yes. Yay!)

this will be our year (took a long time to come) by biblionerd07 [Stucky, 4k words, General]

Bucky's therapist is worried he's using Steve as a crutch and wants him to try going on outings without Steve. It wouldn't be terrible, honestly, if Bucky could just manage to open his mouth and say something to Steve.

I'll hold my breath by Little_Lottie (tfwatson) [Stucky, 8k words, Mature]

Sometimes Bucky’s hands flex in Steve's direction. Neither of them knows exactly why, but at least one of them has a hunch.

Bucky touches everything but Steve, even though Steve is all he really wants to touch.

Start from the Beginning by Mumble_Bee [Stucky, 13k words, Explicit]

What about a sex pollen fic where the pollen-ed one doesn’t remember getting hit in the face with a sex flower, and wakes up midway through the depollenating?

Or: the one where Steve wakes up on his back with a stranger buried balls-deep in his ass.

Match by emphasisonem [Stucky, 4k words, Mature]

The situation’s actually kind of funny from the right perspective, Bucky thinks as he reads the message for what feels like the hundredth time. He’s finally matched with a hot, funny guy. Tall and broad and clean cut. An absolutely breathtaking smile. Bucky’s walking wet dream. And he’s good. They haven’t messaged on the app, but Bucky already knows him.

He knows him because Steve Rogers is an art history professor at his university. His art history professor.

Best friends and married since childhood by StuckySituation [Stucky, 1k words, General]

Inspired by @/peterssquill's post in tumblr: "bucky and steve got married on the playground when they were like eight and though neither of them would ever admit it to anyone, even each other, they still consider it official"

~♥~ ♥~ ♥~

“Natasha, stop trying to set me up with every woman you meet, I’m-”

“Too shy? Too scared?”

“No, I’m-”

“Too busy? You’re mostly retired these days, not a good excuse anymore.” Natasha smirks and then drawls: “Or just too gay?”

Steve flushes at that, even if isn’t true -- he’s bisexual, not gay. “Let it go, Nat, I’m not looking for anything. I’m already married, for fuck’s sake.”

Clearly not what she expected. “What.”

Steve grimaces. He didn’t mean to tell anyone that, ever.

“Sorry, can’t talk about it right now!” he says and jumps out of the plane.

Nobody Should Be Alone on a Holiday by emphasisonem [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

“So, um-” Bucky begins speaking again, pulling Steve from his less-than-work-appropriate thoughts. The brunet has shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark slacks, and he’s shifting from one foot to the other as he smiles shyly. “I have a question for you.”

“Shoot,” Steve grins, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his broad chest. Bucky swallows deeply as one of his hands comes up to pull at the collar of his button-up, and Steve can’t help following the motion of his Adam’s apple.

“I was, uh-” Bucky continues- “That is, I heard you don’t have Thanksgiving plans?”

In which Bucky finds out that Steve's going to be alone on Thanksgiving and invites his coworker to spend the holiday with him.

🌻 It's Been A Long Season Through by thiccbuckybarnes @thiccbuckybarnesfic [Stucky, 49k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes is in desperate need of a change in scenery, which is why he makes the foolhardy decision to quit his job, leave his asshole of a fiance, pack up his life, and move to his grandfather’s old farm all within a single day.

He expects confusion, hardship, and maybe even failure. But love? He wasn’t expecting that.

--

Or, a Stucky Stardew Valley AU that nobody but me wanted and that’s ok.

oh, peach pit, where'd the hours go? by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 10k words, Explicit]

Can't see the forest for the trees.

--

Or, Steve learns that just because he and Bucky got their happily ever after, it doesn’t mean the past won’t come back to bite them.

I'll find my way by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 725 words, Teen]

Steve had watched Bucky fall, and nothing had been the same since.

AU-gust day 19: Daemons

special delivery by glim @glim [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

It's not that Steve's bad at taking care of himself when he gets sick; he just wishes he didn't have to all the time.

At least he can order most of what he needs online. That's some small comfort, that he can have soup and ice cream and everything else brought to his door.

at first chance i'd take the bed warmed by the body by spacebuck @spacebuck [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

This close, Steve can see exactly how beautiful his hands are. He’s never really noticed before, or at least he’s never really had a reason to notice, but the man’s hands are large, tanned like he works outside all day. There’s an endearing callus on the heel of one of his palms, and Steve can’t quite work out when calluses became endearing.

Steve pauses the video. Swallows hard. Casts his eyes around for anything that’ll keep his mind off the hands on his screen, off the words inked into those hands, the delicate shape of a bird’s wing, the curling edge of a vine.

He looks down. The name of the channel is right there, blaring the man’s name right into Steve’s brain until it feels like he’s known it all along.

Bucky Barnes.

OR: the one where Bucky's a youtuber who solves puzzles on camera, and steve's smitten and horny

🌻 Rock On! by millesable @marvelousescapism [Clintasha, 700 words, General]

“Hey, Romanoff!”

He lifted his hand, index finger and pinky finger raised, thumb out, all other fingers tucked. Their secret sign; their confession for the world to see, safe in the knowledge that the world wasn’t listening.

“Rock on!”

🌻 You Like the Way I Look by dontcallmebree @iamthe-wo-manwhocan [Stucky, 2k words, Explicit]

Bucky sidles up to him, hand boldly coming to rest on his chest. “What about you, big guy? Care for a dance?” Steve watches Bucky’s eyes twinkle with satisfaction, somehow already knowing he’s got Steve on the hook.

A decade out of the ice, Steve Rogers returns to New York. Reeling from a battle against the Chitauri, a night with the troublesome Bucky Barnes might be just what he needs.

Join the Rebellion by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 765 words, Teen]

Bucky knew he shouldn't be out after curfew, but he couldn't resist the urge. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew it was where he wanted to be.

AU-gust day 20: Dystopia

🔒 Five Days in December by mywingsareonwheels @mywingsareonwheels [Evanstan, 4k words, Teen]

“Shit shit shit shit...” muttered Chris to himself, glad that the sound of piped Christmas carols was drowning out his swearing amid the picture books. Most of the store was heaving even though it was Sunday, he’d been recognised at least three times, finding presents for all of his nieces and nephews was proving far more of a headache than expected, and he’d just sent a pile of copies of "Strictly No Elephants" tumbling off the bookshelf.

He scrambled about trying to pick them all up, and then dropped them again as someone bumped right into his backside. He lost his balance, caught himself against a bookcase, and a landslide of "Carter Is a Painter’s Cat" joined "Strictly No Elephants" on the floor. He yelped.

“Ah fuck, I’m so sorry… Chris!”

* * * * * * * * * *

London, December 2021. Amid cats, books, and the cold English drizzle, Chris finds everything he was hoping for and thought he would never have.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Reaching for Fire by dixons_mama @dixons-mama [Stucky, 7k words, Explicit]

Bucky has always felt a fire in his heart (and other body parts) when it came to his boss, Steve Rogers, but he's made sure to never feed those flames. When he finds out about Steve's second job, though, he's tempted to let that fire out.

i've been dreaming of a face like yours by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

Bucky is about to busy himself with making a small dinner for himself when he stops in his tracks at the figure drinking a cup of coffee in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and smirking at him.

It’s Steve.

“Surprise, sweet boy,” he says before setting his cup down.

--

Or, PWP reunion sex

🌻 Somewhere, Under Your Skin by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 16k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes treats himself to a one-night stand after having a very bad no good day.

The sex is good--great, even. Might be the best sex of his life.

But Bucky wouldn’t have slept with the guy if he had known that he was going to continuously run into him every day for the next fucking month.

--

Or, a Big Grump Bucky has a hot one night stand with a college kid who is popping up everywhere in his everyday life and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

(Written for HYBB Bingo Square: Grumpy Bucky)

i've played heartstrings before but not in your key by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 11k words, Explicit]

He glances down, seeing a folded couple of papers, before peering up at Bucky. The older man is biting his bottom lip, making it pretty and red. Steve wants to run his tongue across where his teeth are digging into his flesh.

"What's this?" Steve asks, setting his phone down, emails forgotten. Bucky shrugs and looks away.

"I dunno. You tell me, genius," he says, sounding bratty enough that it makes Steve's dick twitch in his pants. Jesus, there has to be something wrong with him.

Steve glances once more at Bucky, who now has his arms crossed against his chest and is pointedly not looking at Steve, before picking up the stack of folded papers. He opens them, seeing a collection of maybe five or six sheets of paper. His eyes immediately land on the list of familiar words with negative next to each one. -- Or, Steve Rogers is a jealous, possessive little shit that wants nothing more than to mark up his boyfriend and stake his claim. And Bucky knows it. (And he likes it.)

🌻 I'm Home (With You) by BonkyBornes @padfoot-and-the-marauders [Stucky, 2k words, General]

In any other circumstance, the apartment would've been perfect. But it was today, and the fact that he was here meant he wasn’t out searching. He knew they hadn’t had any leads for weeks and he knew Natasha was right; all three of them were exhausted and a break would do them good. It just felt wrong to Steve that he was comfortable while Bucky was still out there—somewhere. Probably cold. Probably hungry.

The knock came again. Sighing, Steve unwrapped his hand from the dog tags and remembered how to move. Cold wind and snow greeted him when he opened the door. The solitary figure was walking down the steps, collar popped against the chill.

“Did you need something?” he called.

The person stopped. They were still. And then they turned. *

Or, the Christmas Steve deserved after Winter Soldier.

The portrait by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 915 words, General]

Steve Rogers has a Gift. He can help people find their soulmates, all he needs is some art supplies, a quiet place, and eye contact.

AU-gust day 21: soulmates

Maybe A Muse by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 2k words, Mature]

When Bucky Barnes needs extra money, he’s appalled that his best friends think he should become a model for the art department on campus. Shy, nerdy, and socially awkward, he’s not sure that’s something he feels comfortable doing. Still, he needs money, and he likes the idea of becoming someone’s muse. The problem is he had no idea two things would happen. First, one of the students in the class is exactly his type; second, he has to model nude.

[seraph-nyx]

Okay folks, let’s talk rarepairs. The House M.D fandom, much like any other fandom, managed to get me thinking about ships other than canon ships. And my mind immediately jumped to ships that haven’t even met, as you do. Now, I doubt any of you are strangers to rarepairs. Certain ships have no canonical basis behind them but they’re cute and would be fun to think of!

One of my favourite ships that this fandom came up with is none other than Chase x Lucas — aka one of House’s Ducklings with the private detective he hired who inadvertently became his personal therapist to listen to him pining about Wilson. You’re probably thinking, “what the hell?? This has no canonical basis or reason to be shipped” and you’d be right.

BUT! I’m here to convince you. Or at least, coax you towards the idea that this is a ship that could work!

FACTS AND THEORY

Let's start with the facts. Chase and Lucas have only one canonical connection, that being House. Chase used to work with him but during season 5, he was no longer part of the regular team. Despite that, he had connections with House and also still worked at PPTH! Lucas on the other hand was hired by House to figure out information for him that House couldn't obtain (legally) and after some point, Lucas began to investigate Wilson to as per House's request.

Coming to the more theoretical aspects: Remember, the first time that House's team met Lucas was when he worked as a 'coffee machine repairman' in 5x02, Not Cancer.

Taub: He's a genius coffee repairman.

Kutner: Coffee repairman wears argyle socks? [Taub looks]

Lucas: I thought I already talked about not judging.

House: What kind of idiot wears argyle socks with construction boots?

Lucas: Uh, I'm not an idiot. I'm just… I'm not good at disguises.

Foreman: Who is he?

House: He's apparently a very bad private investigator.

This establishes that Lucas has been in PPTH more than once and as a private investigator, he's also probably gotten a lay of the land, knowing where everything is. And he also probably knows about House's teams. Which means that he knows who Chase, Foreman and Cameron are.

It's not too far of a leap to assume that he's done some investigating on his own -- or maybe House put him up to it, who knows? -- and met one or all of the original Ducklings. Going by this logic, Lucas could have met Chase in the hospital since as mentioned earlier, Chase still has a job at PPTH. My personal theory that they could have met during the same time as the s5 team meets Lucas as a coffee machine repairman.

Obviously, Chase has no idea who he is and assumes that he's been hired by the hospital, just like everyone else did. Lucas plays along to not get caught but there's no way he wouldn't at least have a brief idea of who Chase is in relation to House. His job as a PI has him investigate his employers, which includes House.

Right, so we've talked about a possible scenario where they could meet. How would their meeting go?

Well, I think Chase would figure out who Lucas was soon enough because as Lucas himself says, "I can lie. I'm just not all that good at it." Considering the fact that he wears argyle socks, he's a pretty obvious target to pick out in a crowd.

And I think their relationship would start out rocky. Chase wouldn't appreciate people investigating him or his friends despite investigation literally being Lucas' job and despite knowing that House would most definitely pull a stunt like this. Lucas wouldn't have the heart to lie to him further, but he's also not great with his emotions so he wouldn't be able to convey what he wanted to say properly (been there done that, Lucas).

Eventually, Chase would see him around the hospital and near his home, which would prompt a more forceful confrontation but the two of them would become friends... It'd just take a while.

HEADCANON ASPECTS

Alright, now we're entering headcanon territory. As someone who ships them, you can bet that I have a bunch of headcanons that align with my perception of the show and these characters. So keep in mind that these are not what you'll see on House M.D and that it's my headcanons (as well as a few of my amazing mutuals) !

First I want to establish a relationship between both Chase and House as well as House and Lucas because House is their connecting point, the only commonality in the show.

House and Chase have a very strong father-son relationship. I've always loved the idea that House assumes the role of Chase's dad, especially after meeting his real dad. So Chase is essentially his son, and the rest of the Ducklings are also his kids. Found Family supremacy

House and Lucas are good friends. Of course, Wilson is House's best friend but Lucas noticed how much House cared about Wilson and how badly he wanted Wilson back before even going to investigate Wilson ("You want to find out he's pining."). I love Lucas, and to give him a more prominent role on the show, I'm essentially strengthening his relationship with a lot of the characters, including House.

This line from 5x02: "She's not your type. Your type is much stupider than her." House says it to Lucas and it makes me laugh because I think he'd say that about Chase too.

For the sake of all of you reading this post, I'm going to end it here but expect more posts detailing this ship and a lot more headcanons! I'm also planning a fic to explain my version of their meeting and I'd love for people to start taking notice of this ship. Thanks for reading!

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Nice To Meet You (2)

Bucky x Wilson!reader

Warning: 18+, Smut (seriously, children are not welcomed here)

Word Count: 3,152 (I literally tried so hard to keep this short)

********

The drive to the docks to meet Sam and Sarah was too quick. You wanted to spend more time with him alone.

Once you arrived, you kept your distance from both Bucky and Sam and helped Sarah most of the time. You were sitting something inside of the wheel house when she silently followed behind you. You paused to look at Bucky and then turned around almost crashing into her.

"You know those glances you've been giving him hasn't been as subtle as you think," she squinted.

"Girl, what are you even talking about??" You feigned innocence.

She just stared at you until you finally cracked.

"Damn it!" You looked out at Sam and Bucky talking.

"So?? Tell me everything," she motioned for you to hurry up with her hand. "How was it?"

"Amazing," you sighed as you thought about all the nasty things the two of you had done.

"Aye man, what are you smiling about? Are you even listening to me? Why are you so weird?" You heard Sam yell.

When you looked up, you saw the window was open. Your heart rate sped up. There's simply no way he heard that... Did he??

"I can't believe you slept with a man you just met and Sam's friend of all people, " she shook her head.

"You look out there at that man and you look me in my face and tell me that you wouldn't," you challenged her.

"Yeah, he's kinda cute for a white guy," she said.

"Besides, they're not friends... they're coworkers."

When Bucky started laughing, you knew he could hear you. He got a real kick out of hearing you use the line he'd tried using on you last night.

You slammed the window shut embarrassed. Once Sarah realized what had just happened she fell into a fit of laughter.

"It's not funny, that's so embarrassing," you put your face in your hands.

"I just want to know how you plan on telling Sam? You know how he gets, he's gonna shit a brick."

"I know and I don't care if he's mad at me, but I don't want him to be mad at Bucky."

"Ooh, a sneaky link," she danced.

"Girl bye!" You laughed. "What do you know about a sneaky link?" You walked outside.

"I got Tik Tok too," she bragged.

You all finished the work you were doing on the boat for the day. You were happy Bucky was there to help move things along faster. You shook your head at the way he and Sam constantly bickered back and forth throughout the day.

"I know what I'm doing, I've been fixing on this boat my whole life!" Sam would yell.

"Hey, pipe down. You're still wet behind the ears. Just let me show you!" Bucky yelled back.

"Will you two just get a room?" Sarah asked, finally getting them to shut up.

Back home, the boys wanted to spend the rest of their weekend at their friend's house and Sarah welcomed the break.

"Alright, my kids aren't here so I'm not cooking," your sister announced.

"It's Sam's turn anyway," you said.

"No, it's your turn," he fired back.

"I cooked yesterday, you weren't here. Bucky ate, so it counts."

"Bucky definitely ate," he said.

Sarah choked on her drink. Sam, completely oblivious, patted her back and made a comment about hef never knowing how to drink without choking since she was little.

"So, pizza? Yeah, I'll order pizza. Sam, Sarah your usual right?"

"Yep," she answered in between breaths.

"Got it, I'll go up and order online." You jogged out of the room.

When Bucky followed behind you Sam asked where he was going.

"I'm from New York, Sam. I'm gonna make sure she picks the best pizza place." He said matter of factly.

When you two finally got to your room, you smacked Bucky on the arm.

"Ow!" He whined.

"Oh, please!" You smacked him again, "are you trying to get us caught?" 

"Mmm hmm," he pulled you close and kissed your neck.

Your body melted into his. Unable to resist his advances, you put your arms around his neck and kissed him. Soon after your legs were wrapped around his waist and he had you pressed up against the wall.

"I want to fuck you so bad," he said in between kisses.

"Then do it," you teased.

Bucky didn't waste a single second turning you around and pulling down your joggers. He kicked your feet apart and pushed inside of you.

"Oh, fuck yesss," you hissed.

He put his hand over your mouth. The last thing he wanted was to be distracted by your sounds of pleasure and unable to hear someone coming.

Your pussy was so wet. The sloshing sound was driving him crazy and he wanted to get on his knees and suck it, but knew better.

He wanted to see your face, so he turned you back around and lifted you up again. This time he slid into your pussy slowly, watching as your mouth opened and you tried desperately not to make a sound.

"Do you know how good you feel?" He said into your ear. "I'm gonna cum in this tight little pussy. It's mine now and I don't care who knows it."

You grabbed his chin and pressed your lips to his. The knot in your belly unraveled as you creamed all over his dick.

"That's my girl," he fucked you quicker and harder as you tightened around him.

Bucky moaned into your mouth as his body stiffened and he came inside of you. He used one hand to brace himself on the wall and the other to keep you in place. He stopped you when you unwrapped your legs.

"No, wanna feel you," he panted into your throat.

"We don't have time for this, one of them will eventually come see what's taking so long," you wiggled out of his hold.

He let you down, but not before he got one more kiss.

He pulled his pants up while you grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wrapped yourself in it. You quickly placed the order for the pizzas and turned on your shower.

"Bucky, no," you giggled when he tried to follow you in.

"Fine," he kissed you and smacked your ass before leaving quickly.

********

"They've been up there for a long time," Sam said to Sarah.

"They're probably talking. You know how much she loved hearing old stories from daddy. He's probably telling her about how he was there when the wheel was invented or something," she replied.

"Mmm, I'ma go see," he said and walked away before she could stop him.

Bucky slipped into the guest room right before Sam hit the top of the stairs. He quickly rounded the bed and grabbed his bag as if he'd been looking through it.

"Hey, where's Y/N?" Sam questioned.

"Said she was getting in the shower," he never looked up.

"Oh... Why are your pants unzipped in my house?"

"Because I was also going to get in the shower, is that okay?" Bucky finally looked up at him and rolled his eyes.

Sam squinted at him before walking the short distance to your room. He could hear the water going in your bathroom, so he finally relaxed. Bucky came out of the guest room to go in the bathroom across the hall. He just shook his head at Sam. The man was definitely gonna pop a vein when he found out about the two of you.

********

While you all ate Sam and Bucky talked about their infamous first meeting.

"The guy puts his arm through my windshield and snatches the steering wheel clean off," Sam laughed. "Then I watched him jump over the side of a bridge and land on his feet."

"Come on, man," Bucky sounded embarrassed and looked over at you.

"It's funny now. Not so much back when you were trying to kill me, but definitely now," he took a drink.

"Alright, enough of those stories time for music," Sarah saved him. "Alexa, play some old school."

Alexa lit up and played Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye.

"Nooo, Alexa, next song!" Sam yelled.

Alexa played Love and Happiness by Al Green.

"Oh, this the one right here," he stood.

You and Sarah stood on each side of him and let him take lead, eventually coming in to be his back up vocals.

Bucky couldn't help but smile seeing the three of you together.

"Ooh, come on, Buck, let's dance," you put your hand out.

"What? No, I haven't danced since the 40's," he said and took a sip of his whisky.

"Well, you're long overdue then," you grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet.

You both swayed to the music. He smiled at you as he held on to your hips and led the dance. You were so caught up in him that you hadn't noticed Sam stopped singing and was just staring at you.

It wasn't until the music abruptly stopped that you remembered your siblings were even there.

Sam's jaw was on the ground as he stared at the two of you. You jumped out of his arms and started to explain, but he made a beeline for Bucky.

"Sam—"

He punched him in the face causing Bucky to flip over a chair.

"Samuel!" You and Sarah both yelled.

"He had it coming!" He walked away.

You helped Bucky up.

"Why didn't he hit that hard a few days ago when Walker was kicking our asses," he rubbed a finger across his eye.

"Are you okay? I didn't think he'd ever react like that," you checked his face.

"I'm fine," he assured you. "I should probably go," he said.

"You don't have to go, I'll talk to him. Besides, he just punched you; he didn't say you had to leave." You walked away to find your brother.

Sarah grabbed ice for his face and started cleaning up.

********

"Samuel Thomas Wilson!" You screamed when you saw his silhouette pacing back and forth on the dock. "Have you lost your mind?!"

"Have you?!" He yelled back.

"You're a real piece of work, do you know that?"

"Of all the men in the world, why did you have to choose him?"

"Oh please, you're acting like I ran off and married the guy," you rolled your eyes.

"That's just it, the man's been through enough. He doesn't need you playing with him and trying to figure it out."

"Wait, you're mad at me?? Why the hell did you hit him?"

"I'm mad at both of you. I don't want him hooking up with my kid sister. He's too damn old, " he said, finally starting to calm down.

"Hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not a kid anymore and the man is too old for everyone." You sat down and swung your feet over the edge.

"You'll always be my baby," he sat next to you.

"How's your hand?"

"Hurts like a bitch. The guy is very literally hard headed," he chuckled.

********

You found Bucky in the guest room lying in bed with the ice pack on his face.

"How's the eye?" You leaned up against the door.

"It'll survive," he looked over at you.

You walked over to the bed and laid flat on your back next to him. You were quiet until you couldn't hold in your laugh any longer.

"What's so funny?"

"He socked the shit out of you."

"Right?!" He laughed along with you. "But it was worth it. Besides, I had it coming. I did rip the man's steering wheel off while he was driving after all." He chuckled, referencing the earlier conversation.

"You know, he just jumped at the very first boyfriend I ever had and that poor guy never called me again," you moved the ice from his face.

"Yeah well, I don't scare that easily," he pecked your lips with a soft kiss.

You put your hand out for him to grab.

"You sure I'm not gonna get punched again," he laced his fingers with yours.

"Oh please, it was just a little love tap," you led him to the bedroom.

He locked the door behind you then quickly scooped you up to lie you down on your back.

"Bucky," you giggled as he kissed the insides of your thighs.

"I'm going back to Brooklyn tomorrow. I need to taste you one more time before I go." He pulled off your pants.

He slowly slid your underwear off and stuffed them in his back pocket. He definitely needed something to remember this moment by.

Bucky rubbed your pussy and then slowly pushed two fingers inside of you.

"Fuck, look how wet you are and I've barely touched you." He admired the wetness on his fingers when he pulled them out.

You opened your mouth wide and stuck your tongue out, letting him know you wanted a taste.

He happily stuck his fingers in your mouth. His dick pulsing as he watched you suck on his fingers. He could no longer resist diving in between your thighs after watching how much you enjoyed tasting yourself.

Bucky expertly rolled his tongue over your clit. Watching you as you struggled to keep quiet.

He rolled over onto his back while keeping you in place, so you were now riding his face. You buried your face in the pillows and let out the moans you'd been holding back.

"Fuck my tongue," he smacked your ass.

You bounced your ass on his face while he licked and sucked you.

Bucky stroked his cock. His balls were so full, he'd be cumming in no time.

"I'm gonna cum," you gripped the sheets.

Bucky flipped you again, as much as he wanted you to cum on his face, he wanted to see you come apart beneath him even more.

He pushed your legs back and nudged into you. Your breath caught in your throat as he stretched you.

He rubbed your clit as he fucked you slowly and deliberately. Putting his hand around your throat and squeezing lightly until damn broke and you shattered to pieces.

He caught your screams with his mouth and kept fucking until he could no longer hold back. He came inside of you for the second time that night.

After getting cleaned up, he wrapped his arms around you and before long he was asleep. You thought about what Sam said about him having been through enough. Sure, you had your time when you were just living life and didn't take men seriously, but after the blip you've realized that life is way too short. Besides, you actually liked Bucky and wanted to get to know him.

You ran your finger across the stubble on his sleeping face. His soft breathing continued as his fingers flexed lightly on your back.

Normally, even that light touch would've awakened him, but right now, he was completely comfortable and felt safe there with you and your family.

********

The next day Bucky got up early. He decided not to wake you and made his way down the stairs. Sam was already outside throwing the shield around.

Bucky walked up, but the two men didn't speak for a while. It wasn't until Sam threw the shield and Bucky caught it did they break the silence.

"I should've said something. The moment we got to the boat, I should've told you," he said.

"Yeah, you should have," Sam finally stopped to look at him. "That's my baby sister, man."

"I know and I didn't plan for it, hell, I didn't even know you had sisters... Or a boat? Which she got on my ass about by the way," he smiled.

"As she should," he laughed.

The two men talked about a few things and finally Bucky opened up to Sam a little bit.

"You still having those nightmares?" He asked.

"All the time... Except these past two nights." He inhaled as he felt himself becoming emotional. "For the first time in a long time, I felt a little at peace. Even when I was in Wakanda, I always felt like someone was coming, but with Y/N, I just..." his words trailed off.

"You know the Wilson's, we good for the soul man," Sam joked. "You can't use her as a crutch though," he became serious.

Bucky nodded in agreement. He knew exactly what he meant.

"You ready for a little bit of tough love?" He asked the older man.

********

You and Sarah watched out of the window while the two men talked.

"Oh look, they're doing the little high five dap thing," you said.

"He's walking away. Wow, that man broke your back and now he's leaving without saying goodbye," she teased.

"The hell he is," you ran to the front door.

"Hey!" You yelled after snatching it open and running out.

You ran past your brother and jumped into Bucky's arms. Wrapping your legs around him, you gave him a long, tongue filled goodbye kiss.

He set you on your feet after finally pulling himself away. You reached up and pinched his arm.

"Ow! Why is this family so violent?!" He yelled dramatically.

"How dare you try to leave without saying bye to me?" You huffed.

"I'm sorry, doll, but I'm not so good at goodbyes," he hugged you close. "I have some things I need to do back home, but I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."

"You'd better," you kissed him again. "Come on, I'll take you to the airport." You tugged him towards your car.

********

It had been weeks since you'd last seen Bucky, but you spoke on the phone almost everyday. You were excited when he told you that he was coming back to visit and would be at the big cookout.

You mingled with the people while you waited for him to show up, sitting with a group of friends talking when AJ and Cass took off running past you. You turned to see where they were headed and you saw Bucky walking up with a cake in his hand and sunglasses on.

"Damn, he looks better in person," one of your friends said.

"That he does. Excuse me, ladies," you vacated your seat and walked over to him.

The smile that stretched across his face was a mile long.

"Sargeant."

"Hey, baby doll," he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you passionately.

"Alright, alright, enough of that. We're trying to eat here." Sam said.

Bucky clapped his friend on the back and you all sat down together.

Bucky looked around the table at all the smiling faces. He never thought he'd have happiness. Let alone people he could call family. He kissed you at your temple one more time. The way you looked at him made his heart flutter.

Finally. The calm he'd been searching for.

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daddy’s favorite | ceo!c.d. pt. 6

Daddy’s Favorite Masterlist

summary: working for your fathers company has its perks. But one of those perks is being able to gain connections.

a/n: more smut! Yes! Also I want to say thank you guys for all the love on this series! It warms my heart to know how much you guys are enjoying it so far and I- just thank y’all <3

pairings: Carol Danvers x F!Stark!Reader

au: CEO

other characters in chap.: Tony Stark, Sam Wilson + Natasha Romanoff (mentioned)

warnings: fingering, thigh riding, oral (carol giving, r receiving) dom!carol, sub!r, does contain smut so be mindful and 18+ please!

happy reading! x

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After that night, you felt as though things were definitely heightened between you and Carol. It definitely wasn’t a business relationship anymore and that night wasn’t just going to become a one time thing.

You and Carol had begun to sneak around more, during the days and even nights. You’d skip out on meeting with your dad for dinner, using excuses like you had already made plans with a friend or you felt sick that night. Tony had begun to question why you were cancelling so much but didn’t want to think too much of it, having business consumed his mind with a heightened work season.

On the other hand, Sam had begun to watch Carols moves closely. He kept in close contact with Natasha, making sure she was in on it too because she didn’t want to see you roped into anything bad either and she wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to help out a friend.

Walking into your fathers office, you placed down the small stack of files on his desk before you looked up at him. “Here’s all the recent account you asked for, organized in months” you smiled at him as he just watched you, staying silent. You recognized the look but you dismissed it before continuing.

“Okay, I’m gonna take lunch now so if you need me just-“

“What have you been doing?” Tony asked you abruptly, cutting you off. You looked at him stunned before composing yourself and clearing your throat.

“W-What do you mean?” You stuttered out, mentally cursing at yourself. Tony looked down before getting out of his chair and making his way to stand infront of you.

“You’ve been acting sneaky” he said, crossing his arms over his chest and you felt small. You felt like a little girl again infront of a disappointed father. The pit in your stomach grew as all the guilt began to swirl inside. You wanted to tell him, say you were at least seeing someone so he would get off your case but you couldn’t bring yourself to, knowing he’d just want to snoop on who you were seeing.

“I know you’re seeing someone” Tony said, almost as if reading your thoughts. You looked at him with a shocked expression before he chuckled, leaning forward and grabbing your arms.

“I don’t care who you’re seeing. Just don’t act so sneaky and be safe, okay?” He finished, placing a kiss on your forehead before going back around his desk and sitting down.

“Now go get lunch before I make you bring me more files” Tony said, looking up at you, stuck in place before you nodded and rushing out of the room with a shaky breath.

Going to the elevator, your phone pinged as Carol sent you a message. You couldn’t help but smile at the text popping up while still feeling the sense of guilt swirl in your stomach.

C: Dinner tonight? Somewhere nicer than my office x

You chuckled softly, you stepped onto the elevator replying to her text with a ‘yes’ before putting your phone away and watching the numbers blink as the elevator descended.

It stopped on a few floors before and Sam stepped on giving you a warm smile. “Hey, (Y/N)” he said as he pulled you in for a side hug. Hugging him back, you both stood in comfortable silence.

“So” Sam started as you turned to him. “Any plans tonight?” He asked, looking at you as you smiled at him.

“Yep, got a date” you said looking back towards the doors in front of you as Sam felt his stomach drop softly, knowing exactly who it was. He wanted to tell you what Natasha had told him, wanting to save you from what you were getting yourself into.

“Hopefully not in the office again” Sam quipped as you gasped lightly, smacking his arm as he laughed out.

“Sam!” You said, letting out a small laugh as he looked at you, still slightly laughing. “I’ll have you know it won’t be in the office, thank you” you said before looking back towards the numbers seeing you were close to the ground floor.

“Hmm” Sam hummed, a smile still on his face before he got serious. “Just be careful” he said as you turned to him quickly with a confused look but the doors opened, signaling you to step out.

Waving at him, you walked away, his comment still swirling in your mind. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that you should take his advice.

-

To your surprise, Carol took you out to a local restaurant, living up to her promise of it not being in an office. It was nice to have dinner with her and get to conversation without having it to quickly escaped to having your hands all over each other.

Carol told you more about where she was from, her family and even touching on her accident she had, as you listened, taking her hand in yours and squeezing it softly whenever she’d speak about the accident. Carol admired that about you. You were a good listener as she expressed her background and for some reason it only made her fall a bit harder for you.

After dinner, Carol offered to take you to her apartment and you agreed, both a mix of nervousness and excitement swirled in you. It was walking distance from the restaurant so you had decided to walk, your arm looked through hers as you both talked abut the smallest things from music to places you’d like to visit.

One you reached her building, you followed Carol up and watched her give you a small smile as she unlocked the door. Immediately looking around, a small smile tugged to your face as Carol took off her jacket and began turning on the lights.

Carol’s house suited her. It simple, no bright colors or anything and it felt comfortable. There were some picture lined on a bookcase as you stepped closer, examining them. They were of her and another woman with a child as they were all smiling.

Carol didn’t have any personal things in her office that you could recall. She looked so happy in the photo, her smile was bright and you couldn’t help but find yourself smiling at the photo. You felt Carol move behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist as she laid her chin on your shoulder.

“That’s Maria and her daughter, Monica” she said as your fingers left the photograph you didn’t know you were touching.

“I’ve known them for a long time” Carol said softly as you hummed at her.

“Monica is adorable” you said, turning around in her arms and wrapping your arms around her neck as Carol hummed back at you before pecking your lips softly.

“She seems like the sweetest thing but don’t let her fool you. She’s trouble” Carol chuckled as you let out a soft laugh before she guided you towards the couch. Sitting down, Carol passed you a glass of water as you mumbled a soft thank you.

You both sat in comfortable silence before you reached for her hand, giving it slight squeeze as she looked up at you.

“Thank you for tonight” you said, a smile on your face as she nodded. “It was nice to have a date out the office” you giggled as she chuckled, squeezing your hand back.

“It’s my pleasure. Just thought I’d give you a proper night unlike having pizza in the office” she joked as you chuckled, taking another drink from your water before placing the glass down and turning back towards her.

Carol’s hand came to lay on your cheek, her thumb softly caressing the skin there as you leaned into the touch, your eyes shutting for a quick second.

“So beautiful” Carol spoke softly as she began to lean in. You followed her movements until your lips pressed against hers, letting out a soft, low moan as Carol pushed you back onto the couch softly.

Hovering over you, Carol pulled away looking at you as your hands moved up to her hair and pulled her back down, pressing your lips roughly against hers this time. Soon, Carol’s hands moved up and down your waist, moving to undress you.

Her touch was soft and the feeling only made you moan into the kiss. She pulled away once more as she helped you kick off your pants and shirt, leaning down to your neck and placing soft kisses against your neck as her fingers moved to your thighs, dragging up and down against the skin.

“Carol” you breathed out, as her hand moved between your thighs, tugging your underwear down your legs before hand moved your legs apart. Carol pulled away from your neck and began kissing down your body. Her actions tonight made your head spin. They were complete opposite from how they were the other nights where’d she’d be rough with you, fingers digging into your skin where’d there’d be slight bruises.

“So pretty” Carol hummed against your skin, moving closer between your legs before she inserted two fingers into you, beginning to thrust them slowly. You let out a moan, your hands gripping onto the fabric beneath you, sliding down slightly to get more comfortable.

“Look at you” Carol said, continuing to pump her fingers in and out of you picking up the pace, watching you arch your back off her couch, a string of moans leaving your mouth.

Carol leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your clit, making you whimper as pleasure shot through you. She then began to suck softly against your clit as your hips lifted up slightly into her mouth. Carol’s free hand moved to push you back onto the couch.

Your head felt fuzzy again, the pleasure shooting through you made you feel helpless as you felt the familiar knot come back. You felt a bit embarrassed as to how quick you were building up but you were too much in a daze to focus on that.

“So easy to unravel for me, hmm? Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well” she said, humming against you, sucking lightly as you felt the knot begin to get tighter.

“Carol-“ you said before you felt her fingers slip out of you, making your whimper and look at her. She moved her hands to your hips, helping to lift you off your back as she moved to sit up.

“Come on” she said, patting her thigh. Whimpering at the thought, you moved over, straddling her thigh as you lowered down, moaning out to the new friction. You could feel the fabric of her pants begin to become soaked as you sat there.

“Finish yourself off, pretty girl” Carol said, placing her hands on your hips and squeezing lightly. “Let me see you ride my thigh”

Moving your hips forward and back, your head tilting back as a moan left your lips. Carol watched you in awe, the sight making shivers run through her body. It was so erotic but so beautiful seeing you like this.

You gripping onto Carol’s shoulders as you moved quicker, the knot in your stomach getting tighter as Carol squeezed your hip, helping you to grind down onto her thigh.

“That’s my girl” she said, taking a hand from your hip and tilting your head up to look at her before she pressed her lips softly against yours.

As you ground down again, you pulled away and let out a gasp followed by a moan as your orgasm washed over you. Carol’s hand continued to guide your body slowly on her thigh as you let out a string of moans and whimpers, your body slightly shaking.

You looked at Carol who watched with a smile on her face before she kissed you once more. Your hands moved up to entangle in her hair before she pulled away. “Let’s take this elsewhere”

-

You stirred in your sleep, turning over to see Carol’s side of the bed empty. You tugged the blanket over your naked body as you heard Carol’s voice outside the door. Slowly, you got up, grabbing the blanket with you as you covered yourself, getting closer to the door until you heard Carol’s voice better.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it handled. Leave it to me” Carol said before hanging up. Carol walked back into the room and saw you standing there. She quickly gasped before letting out a breath as you looked at her confused.

“Everything alright?” You asked, wrapping the blanket you tighter as you felt chills run through you from the cold air. Carol gave you soft smile, a nodding her head.

“Yeah” she started, moving towards you. “Just business” Carol said, coming up and pulling you in, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You hummed in response as you smiled at her before you both made your way back to the bed. Carol laid behind you, wrapping her arm around you before she drifted back into sleep.

But you couldn’t fall back to sleep. Sam’s words swirled in your mind again. You knew you were going head first into something and you couldn’t help but be scared by what was going to happen.

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Alone Together

Summary: After an awful breakup you were expecting to spend Christmas alone. You and Steve end up spending it together.

Pairings: tattoo artist!Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson sister!reader. Abusive ex boyfriend!Brock Rumlow x reader

Warning: mentions of abusive relationship, smut, swearing, daddy kink, squirting, creampie, unprotected sex

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(A/N: yay I made it! Merry Christmas guys! Reblog always 💜 ✌🏾)

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Okay yeah so it was stupid. You should have known better when you’d done it. Well, you did you just... well you don’t really know what you were thinking.

Red flags just look like flags when you’re wearing rose colored glasses, yeah fuck off you stole that from Bojack. So when you were with your ex and doing all this dumb just you thought would make him happy it ended up being kind of awful in the end.

When they finally came off you noticed the things you dealt with. Scared to piss him off so you started treating okay times like they were really good. All the stupid things he had you do to prove yourself.

You were paying for this one right now. Right in another parlor. Covering up that mistake with something you actually liked. Not that most people could see it because it was on your underboob. Said he wanted it to be this hidden thing all for him that no one else was allowed to see.

The first time he asked you’d laughed and said no thinking it was a joke. The second time you it happened you tried to be a little more firm. Except that just meant you couldn’t prove your love for him. That you were devoted. That he’d get a tattoo for you on his arm that he never had time to get for some reason.

It was so fucking dumb you know. The cursive Brock tattooed right under your boob. You could see it every time you took your shirt off and it really bothered you. It always had, but you were trying to convince yourself that you loved him before. Now you looked at it and saw the new of a person you wished you’d never even met.

Steve was your older brother’s best friend. He ran this super popular tattoo shop. They’d met in the military and the friendship just stuck. It’s kind of why you ended up moving to New York. You were kind of the outcast of the family, but Sam never treated you any different. You were his baby sister.

So after a few weeks you asked him if he could cover it up. Except his only available day was Christmas Eve. You didn’t go home anyway and Sam was going to meet his girlfriend’s parents this year. Not that you weren’t invited, but you just wanted this thing covered up. Maybe that would make you forget.

You winced as the needle dug into your skin. Not like it wasn’t worth the pain. “Hey, relax, okay,” he said, softly rubbing your arm. He’d been so much help since the breakup. It was funny. Brock hated him. Was always ranting about what an asshole he is. You could tell he didn’t like your brother either. You really didn’t know what but you knew it was something over their friend Bucky or whatever.

Yeah it was a whole thing. Not that you really knew the details.

Normally you’d spend the holidays with his family. Though a little uncomfortable it was nice being with him. So this was your first year in three that you were alone. Hanging with Steve was nice.

“I’m fine,” you were trying to keep a brave face.

He was almost done. Just had to finish up the shading. Honestly you’d been expecting him being that close to you to feel weird, but it was actually nice. It’d just be nice if you didn’t date another tattoo artist.

Yeah Brock also tattooed. He’d met Steve because they’d worked at the same shop once. You remember how Brock was seething when he found out that Steve had opened his own.

You wish you could go back in time and tell Leila to never go into that damn shop. To never ask you to go with her because she was nervous for her first tattoo. Somehow it ended up with Brock promising you a discount if you let him tattoo you if you gave him your number. Being a cliche you got a butterfly on your shoulder.

Somehow it didn’t bother you as much. Maybe because it didn’t look like anything resembling him.

“You sure? We can take a break,” he offered.

You shook your head. “No. I’m okay.” You chuckled with a smile.

He chuckled before clicking his tongue. “Alright. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“How’s your mom’s trip?” You asked. His mother had decided to vacation to Hawaii with his step-dad. Which is also why he was here. Not that he couldn’t have went with Nat and Bucky to his parent’s house. Except last time he’d done that, he ended up having to sleep next to Bucky’s incredibly touchy aunt. He was better off spending it alone.

“She’s great. Talked to her this morning.” He chuckled, “apparently she’s bringing me back a Hawaiian shirt.”

“You could pull it off.” You replied trying not to laugh too much.

“You think so?” He asked.

“Yeah just keep it unbuttoned and don’t wear a shirt under.”

He stopped to laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean.”

“I dunno. Just doing a service for the girls,” you said. “Don’t act like you don’t know that you’re cute.”

He licked his lips, narrowing his eyes. “Why Miss. Wilson, you’re not flirting with me are you?”

You laughed and shook your head. “No. Just... stop. You know you’re hot.”

His jaw dropped as he grin. “Now you think I’m hot?”

You sighed dramatically. “Look, Steve. I’m just joking.”

He went back to work with this kind of goofy look on his face. You couldn’t deny it. Steve is hot. Anyone with eyes could see that. Your eyes traced along his tattooed forearms. The sleeves of his flannel pushed up to elbows. Until you were distracted by his broad shoulders.

Your mind finally started to relax. Kind of enjoying the buzzing of the gun. You kind of missed that sound you loved going to the shop with a Brock while he worked.

Your only days off were weekends and since he usually had shit to do on those days, you’d be there while he worked. Sometimes even helping out when their secretary was out.

“And, done,” he said taking a deep breath and smiling down at his work before turning off the machine. “How you feelin?’” He grabbed your hand to help you to your feet.

“Well, a little sore, but good.”

You turned to look at it. Smiling at the flowers that were there now. “It’s beautiful,” you said, looking at Steve before throwing your arms around his neck. “Thank you so much.”

“Hey,” he pulled away to rub your arms, “I got you.”

He was so close, eyes trained on your lips. So you started wondering maybe this was why Brock hated Steve. Saw how magnetic he was that he could definitely pull you in.

That couldn’t have been it, though. Brock never saw you with him alone. His dislike went much deeper than you. Today had kind of added insult to injury. Not only did you cover up that thing, but he was the one to do it. It’d be a slap in the face.

Maybe that’s why you did it. Except you’d always liked Steve’s work. You’d seen so many pieces he did or sketches he made and had wanted him to work on you for the longest. Maybe next time it would be something you didn’t need to cover up.

Your phone went off and you groaned softly pulling away. “Hey, Sam,” you greeted your brother. Of course it had to be him of all people.

Looking back over at his best friend who was cleaning up the station now. It was probably a good thing because your heart had started to thump in your chest. You didn’t need that.

You raised your shirt up so you could see it finally. “Just calling to check up on you. Steve’s lazy ass taking a break? I don’t hear buzzing in the back.”

“We just finished actually.” You laughed.

“How’d it come out?”

“Good,” you answered. “Tell Maya I said hi.”

You finished talking to Sam before finally hanging up. When you finally looked at your new tattoo, a smile grew on your face. It looked so much better than before. “Like it?” Steve asked.

“I love it,” you replied. You grabbed your bag so you could pay him.

“Um, excuse me, Miss,” he said. “Your money is no good here.”

“What? I’m not going to have you do all this work and not pay you, Stevie.”

He sighed. “Think of it as a Christmas present.”

You rolled your eyes still taking your money out. “I can’t-“

“I’m not taking it,” he pressed.

“Fine at least let me give you a tip.”

“I’m not taking that either.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes. For such a nice boy he was always so stubborn. “Fine. Then... dinner. I’ll make dinner. If we’re spending Christmas alone then it might be fun to spend it together.”

He smiled softly. “Yeah... that sounds nice.”

“Great.” You looked into his eyes again. They were like the prettiest blue ever. Especially with those little specks of green.

After a trip to the store, he escorted you back to the apartment you shared with your brother. You could have moved out, but you were kind of afraid to live alone. That’s why Sam had been a little surprised that you’d declined the invitation to go with him. It was nice to have Steve there.

You’d decorated the apartment even though you hadn’t planned to do anything. You still wanted to be a little festive. Maybe it would pull you into a better mood. It worked a little.

You quickly started on dinner. Steve helped by cutting up vegetables. He’d taken off his sweater letting his incredibly muscular tattooed arms taunt you. Okay so yeah you had a little bit of a crush on him. Like a lot of other women, you just liked to look.

“Thanks for dinner,” Steve said, taking a sip of his wine. “I don’t get home cooked meals a lot.”

“Can’t cook?” You asked with a smirk.

“Yeah I’m pretty hopeless at it.” He shrugged.

“So do you want to watch Christmas movies after this?” You asked.

He laughed. “Yeah that’d be nice.”

The night was going by kind of quick as you settled down to watch A Christmas Story. You were a little tipsy honestly, but you and Steve were sharing a fluffy blanket. Which meant he was close.

You’d carefully showered so you didn’t get your tattoo wet and changed into a sweater shirt and s pair of matching shorts. Getting all bundled up so you could curl up beside him. “You look so warm.” He chuckled as he got a little closer.

“Do you need an extra blanket?” You asked.

“No I’m okay,” he replied.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked because the thought had crossed your mind again. This time you’d finally worked up the nerve to ask.

“Why don’t you and Brock like each other?” You asked.

He sighed. “You’re not the first person I’ve had to save from him. He and Bucky used to be close and I noticed him kind of spiraling. Rumlow was pumping him full of all of these drugs and I dunno I didn’t want to lose my friend.”

Your stomach started to turn. This was the first time you’d ever heard of any of this. “Why didn’t any of you tell me?”

“I wanted to, but Sam said we needed to let you make your own mistakes. To not push you away. There were so many times that I thought about... look I just know that I’m never letting him hurt you again. Okay?”

You nodded, biting your lip. This glazed over look in your eyes. Steve noticed and pulled you closer pretty much placing you in his lap.

“Hey, it’s okay, Honey.” He rubbed your back. Trying to at least comfort you a little.

“No I’m fine,” you replied leaning into him. The soft fabric of his jeans rubbed against your bare legs. It was nice to have him comfort you like this. “You know I think the worst thing to me is that and I’m sorry if this is too much information, but he’d use Sam against me. Say that if I didn’t do what he wanted he’d tell Sam about the things we did in bed.”

Steve sighed. “You know he wouldn’t have cared.”

“I know, but it still felt embarrassing. He knew how secretive I was about it. None of my friends even know the kind of things I’m into.” You took a deep breath, trying to relax because you felt way more tense than you wanted to.

He chuckled. Trying to lighten the mood. “I get it. I used to be the same way until my last girlfriend put it all out there when we broke up.”

You laughed. “Oh yeah I remember that.”

“Yeah. She was something else.” He tossed his head back as he laughed. “One night she came to the shop, talking about how she’d let me tie her up one more time.”

“Brock used to say stuff like ‘come on, Babygirl, do what Daddy says or else I’ll tell your brother what you’re up to.’ It used to grate on my nerves.”

“God. What a fucking asshole,” he said, hoping you didn’t notice when he felt himself get suddenly hard at hearing you say that.

“Yeah, but I’m so glad this thing is covered.”

“Yeah. Glad I could help,” he said with smile. “Shit do you mind actually if I take a picture of it? For Instagram.”

You nodded. “Yeah that’s fine.”

He took his phone out of his pocket while you laid down across his lap, rolling your sweatshirt up so that it was exposed. “Perfect,” he said as he snapped the picture the flash making you close your eyes all tight, making you move your hand so you could rub your eye.

Making your entire breast become exposed. “Shit,” you said, pushing it back down as you sat back up. Your eyes connected to his again and that’s when he kissed you.

You didn’t hesitate to do it back. Your mouth moving against his ever so softly. Like the two of you were afraid to really do what you want, but also didn’t want to pull away. Until he finally started to deepen it.

You stroked his beard as he held onto you tightly. You came to straddle his lap as he cupped your ass. He started to lay you back.

Your phone interrupted you, making you jump away. You scrambled to pick it up. “Hello?”

“Hey. Just checking on you,” Sam’s voice came through.

“Oh. I’m fine, Sam.” You took looked over at Steve who closed his eyes and stood up.

“Is Steve with you?”

“Yeah he walked me home,” you said. “Actually I have to go I’m going to shower.”

“Okay. Text me before bed.”

“Okay.”

Steve was gathering up his things to leave by the time you got off your phone. You watched him move around. He shrugged his coat on. “I’m just gonna head out.”

“Yeah...” you pursed your lips.

He licked his lips. “I, um, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me... I-“

“No. It’s okay,” you replied taking a deep breath. “I’ll walk you out.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

You watched as he walked away heading towards the elevator. You still couldn’t believe that happened. Lips tingling from the way he kissed you. Apart of you was cursing Sam from ruining your moment.

Another part of you was kind of happy that he did because as much as you hated it, Brock still had this hold over you. It wasn’t that you felt guilty. It was more like you were afraid of what would happen if he found out.

God, you wish he didn’t have this hold on you. You were starting to close the door when Steve came back. This time he didn’t stop himself as he kissed you. Or picked you up, kicking the door shut behind him. Didn’t stop himself as he carried you to your room.

He laid you down on your bed, getting on top of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Trying to be as close to him as possible. Fuck he felt so good on top of you.

Scratching at his muscular shoulders. He pulled your top off first. Exposing your tits. His mouth went to them as he tried to avoid your tattoo. He swirled his tongue around your nipple.

You whimpered, biting your lip as you looked down at him. He’d switched to the other one to give it the same treatment. “So fucking beautiful.” He started kissing down your body so he could take off your shorts and panties. He kissed along your thighs, still looking into your eyes as he parted them.

Before he could put his mouth on your pussy, he went back up. Kissing you again. “Is this okay?” He asked resting his forehead to yours.

You nodded, reaching out so you could start undoing the buttons of his flannel. He helped you, pressing his lips to yours again. This time he put his tongue in your mouth.

Kissing him was different than Brock. Steve’s lips seemed to mold with yours better. There was this feeling in the pit of your stomach that felt like it was about to burst, but like you wanted it to. You really shouldn’t be comparing them, but Steve was making you feel so good and you were kicking yourself from having missed out on this as you wasted your time.

He pushed his shirt off his body then undid his pants. Sliding them down his legs along with his underwear. He got back on top for you, kissing your neck. Leaving little nibbles and sucking on your skin like he knew your body already. “Daddy,” you cried out, then sat up when you realized what you said opening your mouth to apologize.

“Oh yeah, Baby. You want me to be your daddy?” He asked, going back between your legs. “Want to be a dirty girl for me only?”

You nodded suddenly feeling drunk off of his words. Never did you think in a million years that Steve would be talking to you like this. He was getting you so wet just from that. He started licking your clit first.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he feasted on you. Pussy juices making a mess on his beard. “Yes,” you gasped out as he started to finger you at the same time.

That same bursting feeling in your stomach was getting intense. You cried out for him as you felt yourself reach your peek. You grabbed his hair, grinding your pussy against his face.

You took a deep breath as you tried to sit up, but he put a hand on your stomach to hold you still. “I’m not done.” He growled. “Hold still while Daddy makes you cum, Honey.”

You nodded bracing yourself as he went back to eating you out. It didn’t take long for him to bring you to another orgasm or another one after that. When he was done he kissed you, making you taste your juices on him.

As you made out again he went back to rubbing your cunt. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he said. “Gonna make you cum over and over again. Gonna take care of you.”

“Oh god yes,” you whimpered.

“Fuck I don’t have any condom,” he said, as he’d started to line himself up with your entrance.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I’m on birth control.”

He licked his lips. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I want you so bad, Daddy.”

He grinned as he kissed you softly. “I want to know your safe word first, Honey. Just in case.”

“Strawberry.”

He kissed your forehead, then your nose, and then your lips. He pushed into you as your tongues came into contact. Your tongues carassing against each other.

You stretched around him and you started to understand why he’d spent so much time eating you out. Fuck he was thick. You stretched around him looking into his eyes. “It’s okay,” he whispered into your lips. “I’ve got you.”

“It’s too much!” You cried.

“You can take it, Honey,” he kissed you again. “Be a good girl and take Daddy’s dick.”

He started fucking into you a little harder. You could feel yourself leaking around his dick. He’d really worked you up first even if he was still too damn thick for your pussy.

You scratched his back, biting his shoulder. He was thrusting so deep. You don’t think you’d ever been fucked this deep before. You’d definetly never been stretched open like this.

“Right there! Don’t stop!” You begged as he started fucking into your spot. “I’m fucking cumming!”

“That’s it, Honey. Cum for me.” He groaned because your pussy was so tight. Especially as you came. You were tightening around him and if he wasn’t so determined to give you a few more he would have let go inside of you.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy!” You cried. He didn’t let up. Fucking you through it.

“Nasty girl, squirting for me,” he said getting on his knees so he could watch you.

“Oh god!” You didn’t stop. Your pussy gushing around him. He bent your legs back with his hands on the back of your thighs. Watching his cock all slick anytime he’d pull out only to push back into you.

He chuckled as it happened again. Your eyes all clouded over as you came again just like that last time. More juices squirting out of you.

“Please,” you said, but didn’t know why.

“What do you want me to do, Baby?” He asked.

You couldn’t say anything back because you were to far gone. Thoughts had officially left your head. All you knew was him and the he was fucking you so damn good. Still pressing into your spot.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum,” he hissed, getting back on top of you with his bicep wrapped around your thigh so he could keep you spread open. He kissed you again this time deeper. Fucking your mouth with his tongue.

You moaned into him and thrusts became to falter as he started to pump you full of his cum. He thrusted into you deep as he gave you every bit of it. Wanting to completely fill you up with him.

He laid on top of you trying to catch his breath. You were panting underneath him. Not even wanting him to move because he was so warm. You buried your head into his neck.

It took you a minute to come down from your highs. He smiled down at you, kissing you softly. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You shook your head, already closing your eyes because you were so comfortable like this. “I’m great.”

He chuckled. “That’s what I like to hear.”

You smiled lazily as he finally rolled off of you. He brought you close to him, kissing your nose again. “Stay with me.”

“There’s literally no other place I’d rather be,” he said.

You’d spent all night messing around. Taking little cat naps in between. Right now he had you on your stomach as he fucked you from behind. You never expected to spend your holiday with him, but now you couldn’t picture spending it with anyone else.

You hadn’t even thought about your ex and the meltdown he’d have if he knew about this. It was nice feeling so free. Especially as Steve’s tattooed arms wrapped around you from behind.

Hints of daylight had started to break through the slits of your curtain. He chuckled. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered into your ear as he didn’t even let up the way he was fucking into you.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” you whimpered.

He kissed the back of your shoulder. “Gonna spend Christmas letting me make you my girl?”

You nodded trying to peek up at him over your shoulder with a smile. “Your girl?”

“After this I’m not letting you go,” he said, kissing your cheek from behind. “We might need to make this a tradition.”

“I like the sound of that.”

[cafeacademia]

The New Girl

Pietro Maximoff x Shy!Reader University AU

Summary: When you start late at Stark University you're immediately taken into one of the college’s most popular groups of friends after Rumlow makes you feel uncomfortable and a certain silver haired Maximoff catches your eye.

Warnings: Rumlow being a bit of an ass, flirting and fluff!

Word Count: Approx 1500

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A/N: Hi loves!! Here's the first part of the Stark University series!! This is a remastered version of the original that I wrote on my old blog, so while the bulk of this part is the same, there are some added parts to it that are completely new and that I hope flesh this out a little more. I hope you enjoy!!

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Walking towards the double doors, you held a not-so-useful map of the university, along with your new ID card the people at the front desk had given you. It was your first day at Stark University and to say that your nerves were running high was an understatement. It certainly didn’t help that you had no idea if you were even in the right place for your first class, you could only assume that this was the lecture hall you had been told to go to, which you thought you remembered it being called Howard Hall, but you saw no sign on the doors, nor plaques on the wall around it to indicate which hall it was.

And with one deep breath, you stepped through the double doors into a half filled hall, students climbing up the steps to get to the seats at the back, a wave of laughter floating across the hall as a group of older students chatted. You heaved a worried sigh, nervously looking up at the rows of students. You were two weeks late into the year having transferred to Stark University, which had a notoriously difficult entry test.

“You the new girl?” A voice caught your attention and a darker haired individual with a cocky smirk plastered on his lips leaned forwards on his desk, a toothpick hanging out of his mouth as he grinned at you, fingers tugging at the lapels of his leather jacket and you wondered if this guy hadn’t just walked straight out of the fifties in his greaser attire. “Come sit with us, pretty lady.” He patted the seat next to him, the crowd of boys turning to look at you and suddenly you felt heat creep up your neck and cheeks. You felt like prey to them and your stomach twisted uncomfortably at the way he had spoken to you.

As he waited for you to respond, a few of the boys now dramatically whispering about you while you stood in the middle of the hall, a hand came down to rest on your shoulder. “You don’t wanna sit with Rumlow, Prinţesă, they’ll only screw you over.” You looked up to see a group of four guys and two girls.

Steve Rogers, the head boy of the Avengers house and his best friends Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson stood before you. You’d seen them around and on a poster for the next football game and they most certainly were a heart stopping trio. Your eye, however, was caught on the silver haired of the bunch, a soft smirk, warm and inviting posture, hands shoved in his jean pockets, blue eyes that were somehow so warm and you involuntarily smiled up at him.

“C’mon, come sit with our group.” Sam smiled down at you, a more welcoming lopsided smile on his lips and in comparison to Rumlow, Steve’s group seemed much friendlier and more appealing. You nodded, silently agreeing, still far too shy to say anything before you were patted gently on the back and guided over to their seats.

You sat down with people on either side of you, Bucky on your left who turned in his seat to introduce himself properly to you and a girl with long, auburn hair to your right, who was chatting in another language with the boy who’d made your heart stop.

“You’re the new girl in our house, aren’t you? Steve told us you were joining today. I’m Bucky.” He held his hand out to shake and you gently placed your hand in his, letting him shake yours. “Yes, I just transferred this morning.” You nodded. “It’s nice to meet you Bucky.” You smiled shyly as you pulled your hand away.

“I’m Wanda and that’s my twin brother Pietro.” Wanda smiled, catching your attention as you turned in your seat to see her better. “Nice to meet you, Prinţesă.” Pietro grinned at you. “I’m twelve minutes older.” Pietro went on, looking at his sister and your heart almost gave out at the sound of his accent, it was stronger than his sister’s but it sounded so good on him. Wanda playfully smacked her brother on the arm as she rolled her eyes. “What? It is the truth, no?” Pietro chuckled, winking at you and Wanda.

“Where are you from?” You blurted out, having not even introduced yourself or even uttered a word to them and both twins looked at you, smiling at your curiosity. “Sokovia.” They responded at the same time and the girl on the other side of Bucky, sandwiched between him and Steve scoffed. “They’re like the Shining twins.” She muttered, Bucky and Sam snorting at her remark. “That’s Natasha, she’s a real doll.” Bucky winked at you, Nat raising her brow before swatting his arm and shuffling in her seat to lean fully against Steve.

“Are they a thing?” You whispered to Wanda. “Nat and Steve?” She whispered back, watching you nod in response. “She denies it, but they’re so into each other.” She giggled, Pietro leaning over as he became curious of your conversation. “I wonder who else is into someone and yet they deny it, hm?” He asked, voice laced with challenging sarcasm, to which his sister fixed him with a warning stare. “I’m going to grab a drink, anyone want one?” Wanda asked, standing up from her seat, everyone in the group mumbling an answer before she shimmied out of the row of seats.

Pietro got up and dramatically flopped down into his sister’s seat beside you, leaving his blue track jacket in a heap in his own seat. He leaned his elbow on the arm rest, head propped up on his hand as he gave you a heart stopping dreamy smile, blue eyes looking into yours. “Are you going to tell us your name or am I going to have to keep calling you Prinţesă?” Pietro asked, Bucky sighing and rolling his eyes. “What did you just call me?” You asked quietly, a little shy. “Princess.” Pietro winked at you, seeing the way you reacted, slightly flustered and you went quiet for a moment, making him think you didn’t like it. “It’s Sokovian right?” You asked. “Can you tell me more?” You asked, inquisitively and Pietro grinned, nodding. “Only if you tell me your name, Prinţesă.” He winked, a soft chuckle on his lips. “Oh my god.” You heard one of the guys mutter from next to you, presumably at the way Pietro was flirting with you, but to be honest, you didn’t mind. It didn’t seem ingenuine and even if it was, he was so playful that maybe this was just Pietro.

Suddenly Pietro’s arm was yanked out from under him, head dropping and smacking against your shoulder, Wanda standing over him looking rather unimpressed, Sam and Bucky collapsing into laughter, a string of giggles leaving your lips as you helped Pietro sit back up straight again. Wanda hissed something at Pietro in Sokovian, Bucky’s eyes widening at her words and you realised he could understand them. “She said he’s an asshole for stealing her seat every time she leaves.” Bucky leaned into your side, translating for you, failing to mention the fact that Wanda had also scolded Pietro for immediately flirting with you. “And Piet just said- well you don’t want to know what he just said.” He chuckled, making you giggle.

The lecture finally started, the professor having been late to the session and the hall quietened, Rumlow’s group stirring up now and again with stupid remarks and general irritating school boy behaviour. The odd note was passed up and down the row between you and your new friends, mostly between Sam and Bucky, Wanda and Nat sharing their notes with you too.

The bell rang, signalling the end of the session and everyone immediately leapt up before the lecturer was even finished with his presentation. “So, Prinţesă.” You turned to see Pietro as you stepped out of the row of seats, the rest of the group heading down towards the lecture hall door. Reaching up to sweep his silver hair to one side, Pietro gave you a soft, lopsided grin, gesturing for you to go slightly ahead of him, though he walked almost beside you as you descended the stairs together.

“Want to finally tell me your name over coffee?” He asked, making you giggle softly. “I’d like that.” You nodded, glancing over your shoulder at him, sharing a soft smile. “Can’t wait, Prinţesă.” Pietro winked at you. And Pietro really couldn’t wait. He wanted to know who you were, who the girl was that seemed to completely melt his heart within only seconds of meeting her. And he wanted to know what you were really like, especially as you were so shy. You knew as you walked down the steps with him at your side, that your time at Stark University was definitely going to be more interesting and exciting than you had imagined it could be.

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[deadpresidents]

Which President knew the most presidents, past and future?

I've always thought that the answer was clearly John Quincy Adams and that no other President came close because of the length of JQA's political career and the positions he held. But I wanted to be sure, so I actually did some research on this question and while the answer does seem to be John Quincy Adams, it's much closer than I thought between him and the runner-up, Herbert Hoover.

From the research I did, I'm pretty certain that John Quincy Adams met at least 14 Presidents: 1. George Washington 2. John Adams 3. Thomas Jefferson 4. James Madison 5. James Monroe 6. Andrew Jackson 7. Martin Van Buren 8. William Henry Harrison 9. John Tyler 10. James K. Polk 11. Millard Fillmore 12. Franklin Pierce 13. James Buchanan 14. Andrew Johnson That's basically ever President from the ratification of the Constitution and creation of the Presidency until the Civil War with two exceptions. I found no evidence that Adams ever met Zachary Taylor despite the fact that Taylor was a career soldier. Taylor actually visited Washington in 1826 when Adams was President, but President Adams and Vice President Calhoun were both out of town when Taylor visited. The other exception is actually more of a question mark. It's very possible that Adams met Abraham Lincoln, but there's no definitive evidence to prove it. Adams and Lincoln actually briefly served in the U.S. House of Representatives at the same time -- from March 4, 1847 until Adams's death on February 23, 1848. It's entirely possible -- and probably even likely -- that they crossed paths and met during that time. But there's no record of it. So, JQA met 14 Presidents for sure, and Lincoln was possibly number 15.

As for Herbert Hoover, I'm certain that he met 12 Presidents: 1. Benjamin Harrison 2. Theodore Roosevelt 3. William Howard Taft 4. Woodrow Wilson 5. Warren G. Harding 6. Calvin Coolidge 7. Franklin D. Roosevelt 8. Harry S. Truman 9. Dwight D. Eisenhower 10. John F. Kennedy 11. Lyndon B. Johnson 12. Richard Nixon It's possible that Hoover met Gerald Ford since Ford was a rising Republican leader in Congress during the last 15 years of Hoover's life and Hoover remained plugged into GOP politics for most of that time and continued making appearances at the Republican National Conventions until his last Convention speech in 1960. There's also a possibility that Hoover met Ronald Reagan since both were frequent attendees of the Bohemian Grove gatherings. I believe Hoover's last trip to Bohemian Grove was 1961, but I'm not sure if Reagan was there. I couldn't find any definitive evidence that Hoover did meet Ford or Reagan, but it's a possibility. So, Hoover definitely met 12 Presidents and is much closer to John Quincy Adams's number than I realized before doing some research.

Interestingly, there's someone else who is tied with John Quincy Adams and has met 14 American Presidents: Queen Elizabeth II!

The Queen's first meeting with a President was actually while she was still Princess Elizabeth. In 1951, Elizabeth and Prince Philip traveled to Washington, D.C. to represent the ailing King George VI, meeting with President Truman, and staying the night at Blair House where the Trumans were living while the White House was undergoing extensive renovations. While John Quincy Adams and Herbert Hoover's meetings with Presidents often took place before (and sometimes after) those people became President, Queen Elizabeth's meetings all took place with incumbent Presidents -- except for her meeting with Herbert Hoover which took place in 1957, nearly 25 years after Hoover left the White House. Lyndon Johnson is the only President during Elizabeth's reign that the Queen never met. The 14 Presidents that Queen Elizabeth II met were: 1. Harry S. Truman 2. Herbert Hoover 3. Dwight D. Eisenhower 4. John F. Kennedy 5. Richard Nixon (the Queen met Nixon in 1957 when he was Vice President but met with him against in 1969 when he was the incumbent President) 6. Gerald Ford 7. Jimmy Carter 8. Ronald Reagan 9. George H.W. Bush 10. Bill Clinton 11. George W. Bush 12. Barack Obama 13. Donald Trump 14. Joe Biden

[creativeashproductions]

If I Stay Part One // Luke Patterson

Summary: A beautiful day Luke visits a record store to relive the times he would buy an album, but he finds more than memories. He meets you and a connection blossoms between you two and then Reggie and Alex as well. All is well until Julie discovers something.

Warning: Swearing, talk of death and car accident!

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A/N: This is based off the movie If I Stay and the movie Charlie St. Cloud. Sorry for not posting sooner, my sister in law along with my three nieces were in a car accident. Thankfully the kids are okay but my sister-in-law in currently in hospital due to minor injuries thus far.

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So, Julie’s life changed dramatically in the lost year and few months, firstly her family lost their mother. Secondly, Julie’s love for music faded until the melody and lyrics were haunting memories. Thirdly, after losing her place in the music program, she had to question her sanity. For in her garage lived three teenage ghosts to her disbelief and horror quite frankly; the ghosts grew on her so much she was in a band with them.

In the hours that Julie was attending school, the boys tended to tour the entire city. They enjoyed seeing the changes that had happened for the two and a half decades. Reggie really enjoyed the western-themed stores, even scaring a little girl with a floating cowboy hat that disappeared once on his head. Alex adored learning about the drastic changes within in the LGBTQ+ community, he had plans for when 2021 LA Pride came in June. Luke, of course, would go anywhere that had music such as music stores, record stores, concert venues and even followed a rock legend once.

“Ooh.” A voice spoke in the record store, “This would be the perfect gift.”

Luke turned to see you gazing at the Rock N’ Roll records with a passion in your eyes and an adorable smile that melted his heart. He couldn’t help but walk closer even if he had no clue if you could see him or not.

“Def Leppard? Definitely one of my favourite bands.” Luke spoke anticipating the usual one-sided conversation. His speculation shattered when you turned to face him with big eyes, “You can see me.”

You nodded your head, pushing your hands into your faded blue jeans glancing around the store, hoping the owner didn’t notice. To your relief the man was oblivious, Luke glanced over before stepping closer.

 “You’re alive?”

“Mhm.” You spoke, removing a single hand to play with your burgundy jacket that cinched at the waist to give form. It was open to reveal a plain black shirt that left an inch of your midsection free, “I always wondered if ghosts were real. I got my answer.”

“This is so cool! My friend is the only person that can see my friends and me.” The grin was breathtaking on the teenage ghost. There was a connection between the two that was immediate and intense.

“At least you’re not alone.” You supplied turning to pick up the record, turning it around to read the tracklist. In the end, you decided you didn’t feel like buying it, replacing it you started for the front door.

A college-aged person walked in glued to the screen of the phone not replying as you mentioned a thank you before the door closed. Luke rushed to follow your steady pace in black hiking boots.

“Where are you going?” Luke questioned coming to the same stride as the girl that had taken his attention quickly. His interest had grown when he found he could hold a conversation with her.

“It’s a nice day. I thought I would go for a walk.” You replied, stopping to look around the street with curious eyes. Luke yearned for those eyes to look in his again because he swore he saw a galaxy in them, “Would you like to join me?”

Luke’s head was nodding in response with a new pep in his step as you walked down the street filled with all different kind of stores. Luke recognized Family Living Grocery store as the one that the Molina got their groceries, he and the guys had joined Julie on a trip once. It was one of his worst memories as a ghost, surrounded by snacks and food he couldn’t indulge in.

“So, what’s your story, Caspar?” You questioned stopping to look as at a beautiful dollhouse, “My cousin had one. We actually renovated it a while back for her unborn niece.”

“Caspar?” Luke teased, watching the nostalgia faded from your expression as you continued on the walk. His hazel eyes, greener at the moment, glittered at the different banter he had with you than the guys or Julie.

“Well, I don’t know your name!” You exclaimed turning the corner at a parlour with gorgeous stencilled artwork on the glass.

“Luke. My name is Luke. Hey! I know this shop!” Luke beamed, stepping back to take in the storefront. In the twenty-five years since he last saw it, the blue faded into a teal, but the door was still the same as it always was.

“You have a tattoo?” You asked, scanning his arms bare in the cut off shirt he wore. You couldn’t see any ink on his skin. Luke couldn’t help the smirk on his face at the blatant heated gaze.

“No. It was 1994. We just played our biggest gig at the time, and Bobby decided we should get tattoos.” Luke’s mouth twisted at the mention of his former friend, “Of course we were sixteen and Alex just about fainted in the shop. The guy took one look at Reggie and laughed at our fake IDs. Told us to come back in a few years.”

One of the few memories that weren’t tainted by the betrayal that Trevor Wilson had gone on to do a year after the tattoo fiasco. It was more than not being credited or his songs being stolen, but it was also that someone he wholeheartedly trusted turned his back on them. Luke frankly didn’t care how Bobby coped after that fateful night. Still, he changed his name and refused any mention of his previous music experience. That hurt a lot.

“So, you’re a ’90s kid.” You raised an eyebrow coming to a stop on the edge of the street, pressing the button to cross.

“Technically a ’70s kid. We died in ’95 a few hours before a life-changing gig.” The mood turned sombre as Luke thought back on that one night that life decided to raise both middle fingers at his dreams, “Death by a hot dog.”

The snicker fell from your mouth before you do anything about it but sobered up quickly in the view of his painful admittance.

“So, you’re seventeen?” You asked crossing when the crosswalk light flickered on. Your attention focused on crossing while listening to the teenager.

“Forever seventeen but I would eighteen physically, but if I had survived I would be forty-three.” Luke mused shoving his hands into his staple black jeans with the chains and his constant accessory of a blue rabbit’s foot.

“Oh, damn. I’ve seventeen as well.” You replied dodging pedestrians before humming a to a song you had heard recently but where you did was unknown. You didn’t want to bump into anyone.

Luke glanced down at his watch, somehow even in death it worked, noticing that it was around the time rehearsal would commence. The thought barely ended before a flash of light preceded Alex’s presence. You slightly jumped in response.

“Luke! Julie’s wondering where you are. We have rehearsal.” Alex was surprised that Luke wasn’t already at the studio. He was always the first one holding his guitar for the rest of them.

One glance at the girl beside Luke cemented a reason for his tardiness. Alex could see that you were the reason and a pretty reason too. Alex wished he had your jacket with such a beautiful colour, but the music was more important.

“Oh, man!” Luke panicked fearing that being late would cause Julie to leave the band after the whole school dance fiasco.

“So, Luke. I like your name by the way. I’m Y/N.” You greeted holding back from offering you a hand, your theory would have been proven correct. Ghosts can’t touch other people, all the movies portrayed that.

“Nice to meet you! I’ll find you soon!” Luke shouted seconds before Alex poofed them both away with a single hand on his bandmate’s shoulder.

A content smile appeared before you continued on your way, unaware of the lack of acknowledgement from people on the street.

The next few days, Luke would find you either in the record store or just out front during his free time. He hadn’t realized how lonely he was touring the music entertainment spots until he had your company. Soon you were joined by Alex and Reggie every once in a while.

The three were planning outings with their new lifer friend as Julie grabbed her songbook from her room. She was amused when the three wouldn’t shut up.

“What are you planning?” Julie questioned scanning their animated expressions, even taking in the slight change in Alex’s appearance.

Alex had a braided bracelet of the rainbow on his left wrist that definitely hadn’t been there yesterday. He even seemed calmer and less anxious, as well.

“What happened to Alex?” Julie questioned with a small smirk, “Did you bump into Willie?”

Alex shook his head, “No, Luke met this girl at a record store and then Reggie and I met her. She’s cool! There’s this app she showed us, and it had videos of anything you could imagine!”

Julie’s teasing smile faltered at the mention of Luke meeting someone before it returned once more. She pushed the feeling away as this girl had brought peace to the drummer.

“What’s her name?” Julie asked, pushing the songbook away to listen intently to the new piece of the boys’ afterlife. The three burst into stories of the girl.

“She took me to this cool place nearby where people store their horses!” Reggie burst out, clapping his head, “I already have a country song started! This is so a hit single for our future country album!”

Alex only released an exasperated sigh at Reggie’s idea that he voiced every single day since the beginning of the band. Luke was just used to finding sheets of songs from Reggie around the studio and often his songbook too.

“She also brought me a bag of clothing she had in her house that she let me go through. Apparently, her house is the place where cousins take their old clothing.” Alex supplied striking a pose in his new white sweater with a rainbow logo on the front.

Julie grinned at the positivity radiating off the two boys.

“Is she a ghost?”

Luke shook his head, “No. She’s alive.”

A spark of happiness flits itself inside of Julie before it dissipated because Flynn had already gently let the girl down about Luke.

“What’s her name! I’m gonna find her Instagram!” Julie took out her phone waiting as Alex supplied her the name. Her thumbs froze before she could type staring down at the black screen.

The name was familiar.

Laying on a bed on San Pablo Street was a girl with her eyes closed and a serene expression. This bed wasn’t just any bed in a home. Instead, this bed was one no one wished to be in. A bed with machines surrounding and right in the middle of those machines was Y/N.

The very girl that had met Luke, Reggie and Alex were in fact in the ICU of a hospital recovering in a coma.

“Why do you look like that?” Luke demanded as the colour drained from the lead singer of their band.

“Are you sure it was Y/N Y/L/N?” Julie gulped dread filling her veins as each boy nodded their head and the girl slumped, “I go to school with her. The thing is she’s been in a coma for two weeks now.”

You were outside the record store once more as the three ghosts appeared in front of you each looking the worst you had ever seen them.

“Did you lie?” Luke questioned stepping closer to the teenage girl that furrowed her brows in confusion, “You said that you are alive. Why did you lie?”

“Lie?” You asked, taking a step back from the odd energy the boys had. A look of distraught on each face, “What are you talking about?”

“Why are you here every day at this exact time. Never late, never early.” Alex questioned sick to his stomach as your brows came together.

“I- walk…” You trailed off thinking of the last week in deep thought paling as you had no recollection of going home or getting to the store. It was like you blacked out each time.

Actually, the last time you remember not being with the guys or at the store was two weeks ago.

“I don’t re…member.” You whispered, “I haven’t seen my family since…oh my god.”

Luke stepped closer, terrified as he reached out, hoping with his entire being his hand would go through you. It didn’t. Luke’s hand rested on your arm, still wearing that burgundy jacket. Your eyes flickered between his solid hand and the same outfit you wore for weeks now. Why would you be wearing a jacket and hiking boots in Los Angeles?

“My cousin had been saving up for a trip for her eighteenth birthday. She wanted to go skiing, so we split the cost between our families.”

As if a wall broke, you realized with horror that the college boy that hadn’t held the for you like you first thought. He hadn’t seen or heard you because in his world you weren’t there. No one had acknowledged you because they couldn’t see you just like they couldn’t see Luke.

“What else do you remember?” Reggie spoke up next, noticing that Luke was getting more upset. His eyes going so light the green appeared to be blue and glittered with tears and his heart dropping.

“My parents, my cousin and I were driving up the mountain in the rented car. There-“

Two Weeks Ago

Your head leaned again Lou’s head sharing the headphones connected to your phone blasting the carefully curated playlist. Lou had been living with your parents and you the last six months as her parents were travelling for work. It was a dream because she was like a sister already and vice versa; Lou as a surprise baby with her older sister being ten years older.

“We haven’t been to the slopes since we first got married.” Dad said glancing over at your mother in the passenger seat, “Didn’t we conceive-“

“Dad! Gross!” You shouted, wrinkling your nose as he glanced in the rear-view mirror to smile at your antics. Your mother’s laugh was probably one of your most favourite sounds in the world, it was warm like hot chocolate on a cold day.

“Did you see that video of the hologram band?” Lou asked, not paying attention to your family’s antics, “It’s super cool.”

“We still have half of our playlist to go through. You should show me when we get to the cabin.” You replied, “We could put it on the projector with the others.”

The others being your extended family, including the surprise of Lou’s parents. Your mother pointed out the snow on the mountain gaining everyone’s attention. It was beautiful compared to sunny Los Angeles.

Lou’s thumb was just about to click the video of Julie and the Phantoms against your wishes. You felt the fear before the yell, snapping your head up you watched as a pickup truck hit ice swerving into your lane. The screech of tires preceded the crunch of the vehicles hitting each other. Throughout the surrounding area, the echoes of the crash bounced off the mountains scaring birds away. Miraculously Lou’s phone survived the crash and played the electric video of ‘Edge of Great’ by Julie and the Phantoms. A song you would hum under your breath during your walks meeting the guys.

The snow turned red under four of five bodies. You lay nonconscious a stark difference in the burgundy jacket and black shirt you had painstakingly chosen that morning.

If I Stay Part Two (Final)

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