#Samantha adventure time x reader

[jobean12-blog]

Adventures in Babysitting

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: You and Bucky are friends and it's clear you both want more but you fight it, scared of your feelings and ruining what you have together. But spending some quality time together can't be such a bad idea...right?

Author's Note: I just needed some fluffiness. So here we are. The little girl in this (niece) is probably around 6ish-7. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thanks Daisy! 🥰

Warnigns: soft and sweet fluff, some flirting, tension, teasing, lots of cute.

You order your second drink from the barista and weave through the small line to get back to your table. Most of the staff here know you by name and don’t mind that you spend a few hours of your weekend morning enjoying a drink (or three) and reading.

Settling back into the chair you grab your book and try to find where you left off. The door to the shop opens and cool breeze blows in. Taking your warm cup between your fingers you lift it to your lips, hoping the heat will seep into your bones, when you hear your name.

You blink up to see Bucky standing near the counter and a different kind of warmth rushes through your body. His hair is messy, and he’s dressed in a tee shirt and sweats, as if he’s just been out for a run. Even a little sweaty, he looks better than should be allowed.

He pulls out his wallet to pay and your eyes drop automatically to the way the damp tee shirt clings to his shoulders and dips in at his waist, down to where his hip bones…

The sound of the chair scraping along the floor makes you snap your head up to meet his eyes, blue and clearly amused to have caught you ogling him.

He sits across from you, stretching his arms out on the table, and takes his time doing his own, totally blatant, inspection.

You raise a brow.

“Little chilly for a run, isn’t it?” you say.

He shrugs and takes another sip of his drink.

“Let me guess though, as usual, you’re not cold at all.”

He aims a smile at you, ignoring your teasing remark.

“So,” you start, trying again, “what are you doing here?”

His eyes sparkle and he leans forward to push the book in your hands upward, positioning it so he can see the front cover.

“Lookin’ for you doll,” he says simply before reading the title.

“Enjoying your romance?” he asks after, his smile growing wider.

It’s your turn to shrug and you place your bookmark inside the book and close it.

Under the table he stretches his long legs out in front of him and brackets each of his feet against yours, the sides of your legs touching.

“Well?” he asks again.

“I just started it. The tension is building…you know a slow burn, but I think it has potential.”

He stares at you, relaying so much in his expression: just like us?

“Want to get some dinner later?”

“Actually, I have plans,” you tell him.

His expression falls just the tiniest amount.

“Plans?”

“My brother and Marie have a wedding to go to and I promised I’d watch Samantha.”

“Babysitting!” he states. “Now that sounds fun.”

You give him a look and start to gather your things.

“I need to do a few errands before I head over.”

You stand and hook your bag over your shoulder before pushing the chair in. He stands and reaches forward to untwist the strap.

“Ok.”

You stand there, the obvious question (and tension) hanging between you.

“Do you want to babysit with me?” you ask. “Even though I’m sure you’ll find it totally boring.”

“I’ve hung out with Sam’s kids a lot. They’re fun.”

Your eyes widen slightly, and you watch the smooth line of his throat as he swallows.

“Soooo…you want to come?”

“Why not?”

“You might be bored out of your mind.”

His smile melts your insides.

“Maybe doll, but wouldn’t it be more fun if we’re bored together?”

“Are you sure?” you ask. “There will probably be tea parties, and dolls, and a makeover.”

He follows as you head toward the door and holds it open.

“Thanks,” you say.

He smiles. “I’m sure. It’s nothin’ I can’t handle.”

“Ok, great!”

“So, what time?” he asks.

“Five. And you have to bring pizza and let her do your hair if she asks.”

“You know…and I can’t believe I’m saying this, you’re a great babysitter.”

You wiggle your toes, feet propped up on the coffee table and still drying from the bright pink nail polish Samantha painted on.

Bucky grins at you from across the way where he’s sitting with Sam at a small table, in an even smaller chair, in the middle of what appears to be a very fancy tea party.

His usually soft, floppy hair is spiky now, tied up by bright hair ties in about ten tiny, crazy ponytails.

He leans toward Sam conspiratorially and shoves his thumb in your direction. “I told you she thinks I’m great.”

Sam slides some decorative barrettes into his mess of hair. “And you said cute.”

“You mean you said you’re cute,” you explain, eyeing Bucky. “I never said such a thing.”

“I never said you said it…” Bucky counters and politely thanks Sam when she gives him more tea. “But I know you’re thinking it. Especially right now.”

He throws you a little wink.

Sam smiles at Bucky then at you.

“I think he looks cute!” she says sweetly.

You stand and walk over to them, kissing the top of Sam’s head and without thinking, brushing a finger over a piece of Bucky’s hair that’s come loose.

“Well, you definitely get points for being a good sport.”

You expect him to shoot back with some snarky comment about “points” meaning a blow job or something, but instead he just says, “I’m havin’ fun doll.”

“Do you want more tea?” Sam asks you.

“No thanks baby. It’s getting late and I don’t want to drink anymore. It might keep us up.”

“Well,” she starts with some sass, “I’m not tired.”

She turns back to her dolls and then adds, “and I want to keep playing with Bucky. Don’t you think he’s nice?”

Bucky snickers and you lightly smack the back of his head but before you can answer Sam she continues with another addition to Bucky’s lovely attributes.

“And cute?”                                     

You kneel down beside her, smoothing your hands over her cheeks.

“He is nice,” you say.

“And?”

Her sweet voice once again has some sass.

“And cute,” you add with a roll of your eyes.

Bucky’s eyes light up in triumph and you can’t stop your smile.

“It’s late. Let’s get ready for bed.”

Her lip sticks out and her eyes grow wide.

“But I’m sure Bucky can come back and play again soon. And I’ll bet we can get him to read you a story before bed.”

That seems to placate her for the moment, and she says, “we’re going to watch Moana. He pinky promised.”

You turn to Bucky. “You pinky promised?”

He gives you a heart stopping smile.

“Guess we’re watching some Moana before bed,” you concede.

Sam agrees to pajamas and teeth brushing before the movie. The three of you settle onto the couch, Sam in Bucky’s lap and you, at her insistence, next to them. Right next to them. You’re all three crammed into one corner and she allows him to take out the hair ties and barrettes with little fuss if he promises to wear his Barbie necklace and never take it off. Ever.

Bucky agrees steadfastly and Sam beams up at him, resting her head on his chest and reaching for his hand.

He’s solid and warm at your side, and it takes a few minutes to get her settled, but soon she’s snuggled up and rather pleased with herself.

Her hand looks positively tiny in his and you keep blinking down to it, marveling at how much bigger he is than her and how absolutely soft and gentle he’s being.

You try desperately to pay attention to the movie. You love Moana. But it’s hard to follow along amid the internal crisis you’re having over his holding her hand and snuggling with her. It’s not sexy. Not sexy at all.

Some time later, Bucky’s voice breaks into your thoughts: “I think she’s out doll.”

You look over to meet his eyes, and in the low light flickering from the TV he’s all sharp jawline and lush lips. The ends of his dark lashes glow against the screen.

“Is she asleep?” he asks you.

You blink out of your stupor before you understand what he’s asking and lean forward to check. Sure enough, her eyes are closed, her breaths soft and even.

“Yep, out like a light. Nice work.”

“I do make a pretty good bed,” he smirks. “But I’m sure the two slices of pizza and cookies did most of the work.”

“No really, “you whisper. “This whole night…you’re amazing. You waltz in here with dinner and cookies and your dreamboat smile, all sweet and charming. You made this whole thing easy. Well done Barnes.”

“You think I’m charming?” he says, and grins.

The light from the TV accents the way his face softens then he smiles, and you have to look away.

“Is that all you took out of that whole thing” you ask.

“I also got sweet, dreamboat…easy.”

You laugh, rubbing a hand over your face. “Of course you did.”

Bucky chuckles softly and rearranges Sam on his lap.

“But really, this was fun. “Sam is a real cutie, and you know I love hangin’ out with you.”

You swallow and try to make sense of what you’re feeling, wanting to explain it to him.

A beat of silence passes between you, and he looks over at the TV. You know you’ve been quiet too long when he clears his throat and shifts next to you.

The air between you is crackling with charge and you’re finding it difficult to deal.

He leans in and tilts his head to look at you. You shift forward and he’s so close, close enough that you can feel each breath and count the tiny patches of gray hairs that line his cheek. His eyes drop to your mouth and back up and he’s asking if this is okay, giving you time to close the distance or pull away.

You want to kiss him.

It takes the smallest effort on your part before you feel him, the barest brush of his lips, the slight catch in his breath against your own. He smells like the six chocolate chip cookies he ate after dinner, and your mouth nearly waters, imagining how good he’ll taste.

Without thinking you close your eyes and part your lips and…

Sam makes a small sound in her sleep and says your name.

You and Bucky exhale like you’ve been holding your breath, before he sits back, pushing a hand through his hair.

“Am I an awful person that I would have given her a thousand bucks to sleep for ten more minutes?” he asks.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you laugh. “Only ten?”

He stares at you, watching you settle back against the couch. After a few minutes you feel his finger brush absently along your wrist.

You wonder if his fingers itch like yours whenever he’s around, or if he feels the same tug-of-war inside his chest.

Unable to control the nerves firing rapidly inside your brain you make your hand move, keeping your eyes straight ahead and focused on the TV while turning your palm over and twisting your fingers with his.

He tightens his grip.

Sam is softly breathing with her head resting against your shoulder and after only a few moments of hesitation, you feel Bucky do the same.

The weight of him next to you, so strong and warm, feels comfortable and safe, and soon your eyelids droop. You sink farther into the couch and Bucky, falling asleep to the sounds of The Rock singing, “you’re welcome.”

It can’t be too long after when the front door opens. You vaguely hear footsteps and blink several times before you can make out your brother standing in front of you, holding his phone in his outstretched arm.

“What are you…are you taking a picture?” you ask, voice groggy.

“Do you have any idea how cute you two are?” he asks, looking at this phone before turning the screen toward you.

“That’s super-creeptastic bro.”

You feel Bucky stir next to you and he sits up with a start.

“Relax Barnes,” you brother says. “I’m not gonna beat you up for catching you with the babysitter.”

You realize that you and Bucky are still holding hands, and you pull yours away, ignoring the way you can still feel his palm against your own.

“Really creepy,” you say, gently handing over Sam to your brother.

“How was she?” he asks, smoothing her hair.

“An angel, like always. But she might be marrying Bucky. So, there’s that.”

Your brother laughs. “She could do a lot worse,” he says, then motions that he’s going to put her to bed.

You say goodbye and Bucky walks you out to your car. You stand across from each other, pretending that you didn’t just barely kiss and that you weren’t holding hands. Regardless, things feel calm and safe.

It’s dark and you fumble for the door handle, opening the car to set your bag down inside. When you turn, Bucky takes your hand, looking down at the way it fits in his.

“I had a lot of fun doll. Thanks for letting me hang.”

“Are you kidding? This was the best. Thanks for coming.”

It looks like he’s about to ask you something but then thinks better of it and instead leans in to place a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Text me when you get home, yeah?”

“Sure,” you answer.

On impulse, you cup his face and stretch to place the lightest kiss on his warm lips.

Stunned, he just stands there, watching as you step back and fight a smile.

His eyebrows slowly rise.

“Doll, you just kissed me.”

“Only a tiny kiss.” You smile up at him and notice the way his eyes flicker to your lips.

He doesn’t move away and instead takes a small step forward, pushing your back against your car door.

Your hand comes up from your side, moving along his chest and around to grab the back of his neck.

“Doll?”

You pull, stretching at the same time and bringing your mouth just a breath away from his.

“Are you…?”

“Just kiss me?” you whisper.

Your fingers tangle in the hair at the back of his neck and you trail kisses along his jaw, soft and hesitant.

His illusion of restraint shatters and he takes your face in both hands and with a groan, presses his lips against yours. He tilts your head, feeling the clench of your hands in his hair, and steps closer, sliding his hands down your back.

He tugs you as close as possible, lining all your softness up with the hard planes of his body.

When he pulls back he’s breathing heavily and he cradles your face in his hands, softly brushing his thumbs over your cheeks.

“Can I…?” he murmurs against your lips.

“Do you want…?” you whisper at the same time.

He smiles and it’s so sincere, crinkling the corners of his eyes and making you swoon.

“Yeah. Yeah I do doll.”

He kisses you again, his lips lingering before he asks, “my place or yours?”

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Genderbent Characters, Mild Yandere, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Cheating, Mild BDSM, CNC, Dubcon, Monsters, Hybrids, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Power Imbalance (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Feet, Armpits, Piss, Breeding, Mild Blood/Knifeplay, Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Public Sex, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, Overstim, Edging, etc... etc... :P

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Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir. 

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Trilogy: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Beauty & The Beast: Belle, Beast/Adam, Gaston.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Good Pizza, Great Pizza: Alicante, Octavia, Dr. Keh, Nasir, Flash, Cicero, Kimmy Slice, Dr. Price.

Grandma's Boy: J.P, Samantha.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Shoko, Geto, Yaga Masamichi, Utahime, Uraume.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Shigaraki.

Miller's Girl: Cairo, Johnathon.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini. 

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Scream 5: Amber, Tara, Sam.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Bateman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

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Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Summer Field (Time Cut)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

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Tears In His Ferrari || Chp 4 - B.Barnes

Character: Bucky Barnes x Farmer!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes, used to a life of luxury, takes on farm challenges in a bet with his father. Mud-stained Ferraris and a rustic farmhouse lead to unexpected personal growth, guided by the stern mentorship of Y/N, a farmer making his city-boy life difficult.

Theme: Fluff, Slice of Life, Heart-Warming.

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Chapters: Chp 1, Chp 2, Chp 3 , Chp 4 , Chp 5 , Chp 6 , Chp 7 ,Chp 8 , Chp 9 , Chp 10 , Chp 11 , Chp 12.

Bucky continued his day, the camera capturing every step of his farm journey. "Hey, everyone! It's Bucky Barnes, and today, we're diving into the thrilling world of farm life," he exclaimed to the camera, showcasing the vast expanse of the fields and the tractor humming in the background. He shifted the camera to reveal the small puppy nestled in his lap, earning an "Aww" from his audience.

As Bucky planted the barley seeds meticulously, he shared insights about the process and his challenges. The puppy, seemingly entranced by the rustling leaves and the tractor's rhythmic hum, added charm to the vlog.

With the barley seeds successfully sown, Bucky moved on to the next task—planting potatoes. He mused to the camera, "Now, this is where having an extra pair of hands would really come in handy. Note to self: consider hiring farm help if I ever figure out how to get my bank account back."

The puppy, content in Bucky's lap, became a recurring star in the vlog, eliciting heartwarming comments from viewers. Bucky couldn't help but smile at the positive reactions and the genuine interest his audience showed in his newfound farm companion.

When lunchtime arrived, Bucky parked the tractor and headed home, pondering what to eat. The realization hit him—he couldn't cook. The luxury of having meals prepared or ordering takeout was a distant memory.

Bucky sighed, acknowledging the need to learn basic cooking skills to survive this farm adventure. He decided to keep things simple for now, opting for something that required minimal culinary finesse. 

To his surprise, Bucky entered his house, and Y/N's horse was standing near the entrance gate. He couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected sight, wondering if the horse had decided to be the official guardian of his newfound home.

As he stepped inside, the aroma of home-cooked food wafted through the air. Samantha, Y/N’s mother, placed a food container on his kitchen counter. She greeted him warmly. Bucky, still holding the camera for his vlog, smiled appreciatively.

"Hey, Bucky! We thought you might need a little help in the food department," Samantha said with a friendly tone.

Bucky chuckled, feeling a twinge of guilt. "I appreciate it, but I don't want to be a burden, getting free food all the time."

Samantha waved off his concern. "Oh, don't you worry about that. Your father has taken care of everything. It's the least we can do to help out a neighbor."

Bucky nodded, grateful for the kindness shown by his unexpected neighbors. The support from Y/N's family was becoming a comforting constant in his journey into the unknown world of farming.

Samantha continued, "You're part of this community now, Bucky. We look out for each other. Consider it a warm welcome."

With a sincere smile, Bucky thanked Samantha and decided to capture this heartwarming moment for his vlog.

But Bucky couldn't help but feel embarrassed as Samantha mentioned that his father had taken care of everything. The realization that his father had prepared not only the essentials for him but also arranged for the delicious meals brought a mix of gratitude and a hint of embarrassment.

Bucky gently put the puppy down, who had already awakened from its peaceful slumber. The little furball seemed to be adjusting well to its new surroundings.

With thoughts of taking the puppy to town for essentials and a check-up, Bucky shared his appreciation for the meal. "These are delicious. If I ever own a restaurant, I'd hire you as the chef," he complimented Samantha.

Samantha giggled at the compliment, but then she dropped a surprising revelation. "Thank you, but it wasn't me who made it. It was my daughter Y/N."

Bucky, mid-bite, raised his eyebrows in astonishment. He hadn't expected Y/N to be the culinary mastermind behind the delectable dishes. The realization caught him off guard, and for a moment, he found himself slightly choked on his food, a mixture of surprise and admiration written across his face.

As Y/N entered with a bag of dog food and a small mattress, effortlessly juggling both items, Bucky couldn't help but be impressed by her multitasking skills. She seemed to carry the weight of responsibility effortlessly, efficiently handling practical tasks.

Curious about the puppy, Y/N inquired, "Where's the dog?" Bucky pointed towards the little furball resting under the table.

Y/N gently picked up the puppy and efficiently settled it on the provided mattress. She then gave the dog milk, showcasing a caring side that caught Bucky off guard.

Observing Y/N's nurturing actions, Bucky couldn't help but appreciate her help. Despite her annoyance at being involved in his farming endeavor, she proved genuinely helpful and caring. However, the pleasant atmosphere turned unexpectedly when Y/N dropped the bomb, "Eat quickly, it looks like it's going to rain."

The news of impending rain dampened Bucky's bright mood. The unpredictable weather added a layer of challenge to his farming adventure, and the reality of rural life began to set in.

As Y/N predicted, the rain arrived, interrupting Bucky's progress on planting the crop seeds. Despite not completing the task, he found solace in the fact that the barley seeds he had managed to plant earlier would benefit from the rain, ensuring faster growth.

Feeling a sense of accomplishment, Bucky returned home to refresh himself. The puppy beside him provided a comforting companionship, making him feel less isolated in this rural setting. The soothing sound of rain outside created a calming ambiance.

Embracing the opportunity presented by the weather, Bucky delved into editing the video he had recorded throughout the day. The rhythmic patter of raindrops against the window accompanied his creative process, adding tranquility to the cozy farmhouse atmosphere.

******

The next day, Bucky felt a sense of ease as the rain had ceased, and the sunrise painted the sky. He savored a homemade breakfast of bread topped with butter, mozzarella cheese, and cherry tomatoes—an extra layer of enjoyment derived from the satisfaction of preparing it himself.

His newfound companion, Archie (he gave the name last night), the adorable male puppy, happily wagged his tail as Bucky set down a bowl of milk, cooing at the joyful scene.

Interrupting this peaceful morning, a knock echoed through the farmhouse, prompting Bucky to open the door and discover who awaited on the other side.

‘Knock, knock!’

Bucky opened the door to find a teenager holding a box. The young lad greeted Bucky warmly and extended the box filled with honey.

“Hi, I'm Tobey. I live with my grandparents, and Grandma asked me to bring these to you,” he explained.

Bucky gratefully accepted the gift, acknowledging the teenager's kindness and his grandparents' thoughtfulness.

As the exchange unfolded, a distinctive sound caught their attention—Archie, the puppy, chimed in with an enthusiastic "woof," adding a touch of canine charm to the moment.

Having finished his milk, Archie toddled over to Bucky with his tiny legs.

Bucky bent down, patting Archie gently. "Hey, Archie."

Tobey observed Archie with curiosity. "He looks..."

Setting down the box, Bucky scooped up the puppy and presented him to Tobey. "His name is Archie. I'm grateful I found him on my terrace. His cuteness made me forget my exhausting day."

Tobey's eyes welled with emotion, and Bucky quickly realized that the box he had brought was likely the same one Archie had been placed in.

"I'm sorry," Tobey admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "My grandparents only allow me to have one dog."

Tobey lowered his gaze, speaking softly, "When Archie's mother gave birth, he was the weakest among his siblings. No one wanted to take him."

Bucky questioned, "Why me?"

Tobey scratched his head, explaining, "Because I saw your car. I thought, this person must be rich. I can't afford to have another dog."

As Bucky looked at the teenager, he reflected on his life, where money was never a problem. Toby, on the other hand, had to let go of something he cherished. Bucky reassured him, "It's okay. I consider Archie as part of my family now."

Tobey visibly relaxed. "Thank you, and I'm sorry."

Bucky shook his head. "It's alright."

He allowed Toby to play with Archie whenever he wanted, realizing that it was a win-win situation for both Archie and Toby.

Then Bucky asked, "Do you know how to drive a tractor?"

Toby replied confidently, "Of course. Everyone around my age can drive it."

Bucky was pleasantly surprised. He then offered Toby a job, promising to pay him for assistance. With that, Bucky found someone to help him with the farm work.

Bucky's progress in planting the seeds had become significantly faster with Toby's help. With his easygoing personality, Toby became a popular addition to the video vlogs Bucky regularly created for his followers. Viewers liked the dynamic between the two, and Toby's presence brought a fresh energy to the content.

One day, as Bucky and Toby took a break, Y/N arrived with sandwiches and iced tea. In addition to the refreshments, she handed Bucky a weathered journal book that had once belonged to the farm's former owner. Y/N explained that it was a farm journal, a crucial resource for anyone working the land.

"By the way," Y/N added casually, her eyes fixed on her phone, "you've got cow, lamb, and chicken coming in. They'll be here in two hours."

With that information dropped, she swiftly left again, leaving Bucky and Toby slightly stunned. Bucky, who had just finished planting all the crops, now found himself unprepared for the arrival of livestock.

Bucky grumbled to himself, "What a cold woman."

But Toby interjected, "Y/N is really kind, you know? She's helped my grandparents a few times. She even drove them to the hospital when they needed it. That's why I'm saving up money to buy a car."

Bucky felt a twinge in his heart hearing about Y/N's selflessness. He gave Toby a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You're a good grandson, looking out for your family like that. If there's anything I can do to help, let me know."

As they continued their conversation, Bucky realized there was more to Y/N than he initially perceived. Her kindness extended beyond the farm and, apparently, reached out to the broader community. Bucky found himself intrigued, and perhaps a bit curious, about the woman who seemed to be more than just a neighbor.

As Bucky flipped through the pages of the journal, he couldn't help but wonder about its history. The name "Jonathan L/N" caught his eye on the first page.

Toby, munching on his sandwich beside Bucky, also glanced at the page. "My grandfather mentioned that this land used to be owned by Y/N's great-great-grandfather."

The realization hit Bucky like a ton of bricks. The farm he was now cultivating once belonged to Y/N's family. Suddenly, her distant demeanor and occasional coldness toward him made sense. The land held sentimental value, and Bucky was now the outsider entrusted with its care. It was a responsibility he hadn't fully grasped until that moment.

Chapters: Chp 1, Chp 2, Chp 3 , Chp 4 , Chp 5 , Chp 6 , Chp 7

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What I Won't Write:

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What I'm Willing To Write:

Reader Who Is: Tall, Short, Fat, Chubby, Curvy, Buff. Trans/NB.

Reader Who Has: Depression, Anxiety, DPDR, ADD.

Fluff, angst, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC's, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

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Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on!

Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir. 

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Trilogy: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Beauty & The Beast: Belle, Beast/Adam, Gaston.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Bistro Huddy: All Staff Members.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Good Pizza, Great Pizza: Alicante, Octavia, Dr. Keh, Nasir, Flash, Cicero, Kimmy Slice, Dr. Price.

Grandma's Boy: J.P, Samantha.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Shoko, Geto, Yaga Masamichi, Utahime, Uraume.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Life Is Strange (2015): Maxine, Chloe.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Shigaraki.

Miller's Girl: Cairo, Johnathon.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini. 

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Scream 5: Amber, Tara, Sam.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Batmeman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

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Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Summer Field (Time Cut)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

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March 2023 Updates!

This blog is now 18+ ONLY. For All-Ages fanfiction, please find the edited masterlist and/or follow @ronearoundlightly.

(This is going to be a sparse month for personal reasons. Not on hiatus, just slow as all f***. I still plan on doing a reblog/sharing event but have had no time to organize or queue that.)

See Main Masterlist. Planned and upcoming works include:

For FOOLS RUSH IN series: (Steve Rogers x LabTech!Reader) The Dignity of His Choice ('Reflection'--18 posted 3/22 & 19 & 20)

For ROOT OF ALL RANSOM mini-series: (Ransom x rich!reader) Part Six posted 3/15 Gifts Received (Ran rents reader a kitchen; one-shot)

For THE STARK LEGACY series: (Tony Stark's daughter; coming of age) Various Chapters (Samantha experiments with Extremis in Wakanda; Bucky contemplates replacing his arm; Tony returns from Space to find his daughter changed.)

Time and Tines (Steve Rogers x Villain!reader)--preview Captain Rogers doesn't suspect a thing when you're first brought in. What could possibly make a fragile thing like you turn bad? What do you get out of attacking these scientists? How do you know so much about Bucky Barnes and why do you insist on speaking to him alone? Most likely this will have to be split into three parts; heavy angst, action/adventure, mild smut.

Threadbare (Steve Rogers x fashion designer!reader) Steve would never have imagined having so much in common with a purely creative soul...even if he did assume you were a man for the longest time. Part One posted 3/8; Part Two posted 3/20; Part Three posted 4/2

[the-possum-writes]

Adventure time Relationship Headcannons: Bad Guys Edition

❥A/n: Gonna stretch the creative muscles for this one.

❥Tags: (Mostly) SFW, Fluff, Headcannons, NS/FW (just one or two per character), Gn!reader

❥Characters: Scorcher, Peace Master, Sir Slicer, Samantha the dog warrior, The Lich, Simon Petrikov, Hunson Abadeer

❥Taglist: @foxpearl1wilder @watchingfromthefloorboards

➼Scorcher:

- literal hottie

- if he advertises himself as a hitman through online ads I'm 90% certain he uses the Ooo equivalent of online dating. I have no proof, but also no doubts.

- Doesn't half ass anything he does, that includes to his job or courting you, willing to dress in nice garbs on the first date.

- He never gets you any chocolate boxes though, they melt when he holds them for too long :(

- Very good at his job as a bounty hunter so he always has clients that keep him busy and away from you sometimes. Fortunately he's quick and efficient, the moment you start missing him he's already at your doorstep. (plus, he can basically fly)

- Really tall, crouches alot if you're smaller than him when you wanna give em a peck on the cheek.

- Scorcher is really quiet, don't expect long conversations with him but he's good at listening.

- When he does talk or write notes it's mostly through frustrating metaphors.

- Get comfy on those pecs like a pillow for movie nights.

- Likes slapstick comedy movies even though he never admits it, you hear him laugh through his nose when someone gets hit in the boingloings.

🔞N/S/F/W:

- Has long limbs, likes any position where he can touch/envelope you as much as possible.

➼Sir Slicer:

- Pros: He's got the good looks and his own ride.

- Can take you to places on his horse.

-Cons: He picks on literal children when he's bored, needs a new hobby.

- His armor is well kept and lustrous so it tells me he's the type of guy who likes to keep himself presentable and make an impression.

- Literally can't move in that armor. You keep telling him to get something more lighter but he insists on wearing it for the ✨aesthetic���

-The other knight's respect him so he's gotta have some level of skill (or it's probably just the armor) Either way, would sometimes take you to jousting matches.

- Pays a bard to sing to you.

- Takes forever in the shower cause he uses more shampoos/soaps/hair products than you, if you use hair ties or pins expect them to go missing, needing to buy packs every month.

- He always has a band of crows following him around, it's nice to feed them on occasion. He gets jealous when they like you more than him.

- You also like his pink horse. I bet their name is either something cute like butterscotch or really edgy like Night crawler.

🔞N/S/F/W:

- Hates his hair being pulled.

- Humiliation kink probably

➼Peace Master:

- DILF ALERT

- Being a (somewhat irresponsible) single father of three I feel like he barely has time for anything let alone dating, I mean, he took his kids with him during a fight with peppermint butler.

- He's a man of commitment, won't invest time in you unless you're looking for something serious.

- I hope you like kids! There's no scenario where your dates with this man isn't in company of his kids, unless PM finds a reliable babysitter, you'll get used to spending time in fun group activities like board games, theme parks or picnics.

- Even though dark arts are part of his job and every day life, he's uncomfortable about his kids getting into it and that applies to you too.

- When he actually does find a babysitter you can expect a much more romantic date for the two of you, though please be patient with him, he's been so used to father mode that sometimes he forgets to interact with another adult.

- He'd dice up your food for you out of habit, make sure your drink is of room temperature or cut the crust from your sandwiches.

- Whenever something bad happens during (or before) your dates he blames it on dark magic rather than take responsibility.

- Somewhat overly religious vibes like, he wouldn't approve on games like card wars or harmless divination like fortune cookies.

🔞N/S/F/W

- For the sake of saving time and savoring some intimacy, you could indulge him in getting handsy in his van one night. He would later feel guilty about it and wash it in and out before driving it again the next day.

➼Simon Petrikov:

I know he's not a bad guy by the end of the series, but thematically he still fits here.

- It takes a while for him to accept Betty's sacrifice and move on, he wasn't actively hooking up with other people but you two happen to met at Marceline's concert and knock it off really well from there.

- Sensitive man who's open about his feelings.

- Would read you poetry before bed

- Most dates would consist of something tranquil between the two of you instead of going somewhere too crowded, if you two do head out somewhere you're usually home by 10pm cause the adult life is tiring.

- When he has trouble sleeping you turn on the ac at full blast cause it helps him cope with his ice king era.

- You throw flowers at him during his presentations at the local tavern. #1 fan

- Often invite Marcy and PB for dinner.

🔞N/S/F/W:

- Probably cries after segs, feels overwhelmed at being loved after everything that's happened.

➼Samantha:

- Gotta love a woman who can kick your ass.

- She definitely believes in horoscopes and soul mates, would ask for the time you were born on, your star sign and other things to weight the chances of you two being compatible.

- Huge romantic, would pull off all the tropes she can think of, like purposely bumping into you. It's kinda charming.

- Would stand up to you and tell the waiter you asked for no pickles.

- Likes to partake in friendly sparring, if she's stronger than you she'd playfully give you an upper hand. "Oh noo, you've over powered me~"

- Her idea of a cute date could vary between dinner at a fancy restaurant or trying to steal blood from demons.

- Bonus point if you're a canine of sorts.

🔞N/S/F/W

- More than once a sparring match dwelled into something more passionate.

➼The Lich.

Am I crazy for adding this one? Maybe. But then again, all the props if this suits someone's monsterfucker niche.

- The only way I can see any type of relationship happening is that you either worship him like some ancient deity and listen to his every comand or you're an immortal being that has been fighting him since the mushroom war, like two sides of a coin.

- He's got a neat voice I won't deny that, it can even be comforting.

- He thrives in cold environments, you're gonna need to carry a sweater whenever you talk.

- You once tried to gift him jewelry once since he's insistent on having the princesses crown jewels.

- He values a loyal follower, wouldn't want to get rid of you any time soon since he knows if anything were to happen to him you'll find a way to bring him back.

- Showers you in praises

- I don't know what else to add. This dude has a set goal of destroying all life, gotta love an eldritch man who knows what he wants, but unless you're actively fighting against him or working for him, things would be very one sided with this one.

- But hey, when he's prisoned in Prismo's dream room he'd be so bummed out that you can indulge him in your hobbies and interests without complaint.

🔞NS/FW:

- If you're his long time enemy and watch over him in Pb's attic, it's almost near impossible to get some alone time to yourself cause the second you feel needy, he gets in your head and teases you. "Go ahead dear, no need to feel shy heh."

➼Hunson Abadeer:

Another canon dilf.

- Hunson is the last person you'd think of in regards of father material but then again he eventually tries to reconnect with Marcy and you find that redeemable.

- As a partner, I can imagine he's a combination of old timey formality but also a little unhinged due to his demonic nature and profession.

- The guy knows no boundaries when it comes to the fridge, eats your snacks (even if they have your name on it!) unless you hide them from view.

- Atleast he knows how to organize, would set up a 5 star dinner date and have demons perform for your entertainment.

- Sometimes you'd tried to do activities for three in an attempt to bond with Marceline, but where there is room for 3 there's room for 4 (she always brings Pb cause she keeps her level headed)

- You help him do his eyeliner and advise him on "hip" clothing when the two of you go to Marceline's concerts.

🔞N/S/F/W:

- Has seen you naked many times before but still gets hot and bothered when you're fully dressed formally (a rare occurrence in itself)

[writing-for-marvel]

No Longer Keeping Me Up

Neighbour!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Your attractive neighbour struggles to reveal his past.

Warnings: slight references to struggles with mental illness, Bucky dealing with his trauma, swearing

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: thank you to everyone who has read all the way through! I know it’s taken me a while to get this last part out, but I really wanted to have a perfect ending for these two. I hope this was worth the wait

Also a HUGE thank you to @samantha-lefay for supporting me the entire way with this series - this wouldn’t have progressed past being a one-shot without your enthusiasm and encouragement, so endless love to you my dear ♥️

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Pure and utter bliss was the only way Bucky knew how to describe the month following the night where you both finally revealed your true feelings for each other.

Though he treasured every night he was privileged enough to spend by your side beforehand, the nights since your mutual confession had been much more intimate. No longer were either of you suppressing the emotions you had feared the other didn’t reciprocate, you now unabashedly expressed them.

His arms always found their way around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as you taught him how to cook your favourite recipes. He missed the majority of your instruction however, as he was usually too mesmerised by your scent and was busy placing tantalising kisses to your exposed skin.

He insisted you lay your head in his lap when casually watching movies on the couch, though Bucky found that most of the time he was so entranced by you, he missed even the most important scenes in every film.

He went to sleep every night with you snuggling to his side, memorising the contours of your face and breathing patterns as your mind slipped into dreamland, knowing his own would be filled with you.

After spending a lifetime deprived of any type of affection, but especially physical intimacy, he craved being in contact with you at all possible times. Your touch brought him comfort, grounded him as his dog tags had once done, but it was now your embrace he sought to ease any affliction.

If he really thought about it, the only time Bucky had even a sliver of this type of rapture was the time Steve and him snuck out to Coney Island as children, for a day of sun and adventure, combined with the exhilaration of being out without either or their parents' knowledge. That elation had only lasted a few hours, this, however, had been a month.

But Bucky knew that fateful day ended with Steve, who got dizzy riding the teacups, throwing up - a consequence of too much sugar and the continual motion of too many rides in a row.

So as amazing as this month had been with you, that was the moment he was waiting for. The point where everything inevitably came crashing down; because in Bucky’s experience, happiness and freedom were always conditional upon eventual suffering.

No exceptions.

The happy life he lived with his best friend cut short by a war which would forever change him, in more ways than one.

That he wasn’t awarded the peace of dying for his country, but instead turned into a weapon of mass destruction, and now forced to live with the memories of a murderer.

That even after everything he endured, he was fortunate to spend time with his best friend again, however fleeting. But was then left behind in a world he didn’t understand, without the very person he thought would be by his side untill the end of the line.

Even now, the government seemingly doing him the favour of pardoning him rather than locking him away like the assassin he was capable of becoming, but which was contingent upon mandatory therapy and continual surveillance.

Bucky hadn’t yet been able to find it in himself to tell you the haunting details of his past. Though you had assured him many times that nothing he had done whilst under the control of someone else could change the way you felt about him, Bucky couldn’t help but dread that once you learnt the truth, you would fear him as everyone else who knew the gory details.

He wasn’t sure he would have the strength to overcome that heartbreak.

Bucky wanted to live in this blissful bubble with you as long as he could, and he was sure you learning of his past would be the unwanted pin which would pop it.

However, as the days progressed and his feelings for you only deepened, Bucky felt more and more guilty about keeping you in the dark, subjecting you to his occasional nightmares without knowing the full cause. If he wanted to progress in his relationship with you, he needed to get over the hurdle of revealing the truth.

Bucky was so focussed on his thoughts and how he would go about telling you his life story that he missed the sound of you opening his front door. It wasn’t until you wrapped your arms around him from behind, startling him slightly, and placed a kiss to his cheek that he recognised you had returned from work.

“Darling, how was your session today?” You asked as you made your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

With a deep breath and a surge of courage, Bucky decided now was as good a time as any.

“Doll, can you come sit?” He asked, slightly ignoring your question. Looking to the kitchen where you were standing, Bucky noticed how his once bare apartment had now transitioned to a cozy home with your assistance. The small knick-knacks, photographs and homewares which had migrated from your apartment next door to his meant that his place had now become the perfect mesh of the two of you.

“Of course baby, what’s wrong?” The concern in your expression as you sat beside him on the couch was an indicator of how much you cared.

“Dr. Raynor and I talked today, and I think it’s time I tell you about my life, what I’ve done- what I’ve been though.” Bucky corrected. He was sure he had never been so nevous in his life, that he never had so much to lose before.

“Buck are you sure? You know you don’t have to tell me until you’re ready - or at all.” Somehow your insistence that he in fact did not have to inform you about his past, made Bucky feel more comfortable revealing it.

“I am ready, doll. But, just promise you won’t hate me?”

“Buck, I couldn’t hate you even if I tried. I promise I’m not going anywhere.” The sincerity in your voice was the final piece Bucky needed to find the confidence to start his story.

True to your word you sat beside him, a comforting hand resting on his thigh, occasionally wiping away an errant tear falling from his eyes as he recounted all of of his past, every excruciating detail, from start to finish as if he were reading from an autobiography.

Once Bucky was finished, he sighed deeply and waited with a heavy heart for the fright and disgust, which he knew all too well from those who did know about his past, to overtake your demeanour.

But when he glanced up at you, all he could perceive was tenderness, sorrow and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something he had never seen before in the eyes of someone looking at him.

There must have been an expectancy in his own gaze as you gently patted his thigh before speaking.

“So, you were friends with Captain America?” That was certainly not the reaction he was expecting.

“That’s what you took from the story?” Bucky let out a relieved chuckle nonetheless. Though it wasn’t what he was expecting, your reaction could certainly have been worse.

“Yeah, that’s pretty cool, Buck. Steve Rogers is a national hero, and you knew him as a skinny little kid?” You gently laughed. Bucky knew you well enough by now to distinguish this chuckle as the one you specifically used when you were trying to make him feel better.

“Doll, can you please stop joking around, that wasn’t the point of the story.” You took his hands in yours and comfortingly stroked your thumbs across metal and skin alike. His heart swelled knowing you had never been afraid of the deadly weapon attached to his body, and though you had just heard details of murderous actions performed with it, you didn’t flinch in touching him.

“James,” your tone changed to match the staidness Bucky was sure he was exuding, but he observed the small, blink and you miss it, upturn of the corners of your mouth at the use of his given name, “what I took from that story was you were a brave young man, willing to put his life on the line so others could be free - and in doing that, your freedoms, your autonomy, was taken away by HYDRA. The Winter Soldier and you are two completely different people, nothing they made him do was your fault, not in the slightest, and quite frankly I think you seriously need to consider seeing a different therapist because if this bitch thinks you need to be making amends for anything you did under their mind contr-” The affection Bucky felt for you surged in that moment, and he couldn’t help but crash his lips onto yours.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He mumbled the first words that come to his mind against your lips.

“And I’m all yours, Buck. I love you.”

When those words reached his ears, Bucky pulled back in complete shock. The only people he had heard this phrase from were those he was related to, a very long time ago; and given his history, the carnage he had caused in this world, he never thought anyone capable of forgiving him, let alone loving him.

But here you were, the gentlest soul he had ever met, the light of his day, the person he woke up beside, the person he existed for, looking at him with pure devotion and affection in your eyes, even after hearing about his past, declaring that you loved him.

He knew now no matter what transpired in his past, every suffocating moment, all the self loathing, the resentment, overcoming that, rather than simply giving up which he had been inclined to do, had been worth it as it led to being in this moment with you.

Bucky had never felt more whole than he did right now, in this small apartment with thin walls that you could now call a home together, professing his boundless love for the only person in this new world that mattered to him.

His legacy would no longer be the destruction caused by his time as The Winter Soldier. It would instead be what he could make of his life with you.

“I love you too, doll.” The words seemed so simple and effortless to say, yet the meaning behind them was so profound. “Despite your terrible taste in music.”

With a feigned look of offence, which was contrasted by Bucky’s cheeky yet jubilant grin, you took a playful swat at his chest. Bucky managed to catch your hand before you made contact, instead pulling you into him, placing a luscious kiss to your lips.

And what a phenomenally lovely life that would be.

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[dakarimainink]

Rooftop Drinks

WARNING: Fluff, slight angst, smoochy smooch

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Reader (You)

Wordcount: 1,7K

Note: Not betad, all mistakes are my own.

This is part 2 to the story Night Swim

Masterlist

It was the perfect summer day. The sun was setting behind the tall city buildings, setting the sky on fire and casting long shadows.

With a bottle of your favourite drink in hand, you admired the view from atop your apartment building. Your friend Michael had managed to unlock the door leading up to the roof, allowing you to have a small summer party with your closest friends. The soft hymns from the portable speaker set a relaxing mood. The scent of flowers and warmth made you smile.

“Hey, sorry we’re late.”

Your ears perked up at the familiar voice. You looked over your shoulder and saw Pedro walking through the rooftop door. Your heart fluttered and ached at the same time; it had been six years since you last saw him.

You admitted to yourself he looked just as good as last time, if not better, with a sharper jaw, slightly messy hair and trimmed beard. You had deliberately stayed away from movies you knew he had appeared in, mostly to stop yourself from longing for him, as the ache was too much.

Behind him came an unknown woman. You furrowed your brows at the sight of the young and beautiful woman with long silky-brown hair, pouty lips and shiny blue eyes. She almost clung to Pedro as they stepped onto the roof but threw herself around Sofia with a big bright smile.

“Sofia, it has been forever.” The young lady chimed.

You turned away to gaze back at the view over the city. You felt your heart ache. You didn’t even want to think about it, but you convinced yourself you were happy for him. After all, it had been six years since you last saw each other, even spoken with each other.

“Elle, let me introduce you to the group.” Sofia said. “Over there is Michael, Samantha, Anna and Jonathan, and over there is Y/N.”

You turned around at the sound of your name and quickly nodded at her, mostly out of courtesy. Your eyes were immediately caught by a pair of dark brown orbs staring right at you. You couldn’t hold back the smile stretching out your lips when he had caught your attention.

“Drinks are over there in the cooler.” Sofia added and guided both Elle and Pedro over.

You didn’t know if you should approach them or just stay put. You had missed him. A lot. A lingering pain within you for the past few years. You remember the first time your friends had asked you to join them to the cinema to see Pedro at the big screen, but you had declined, terrified it would be too much for you.

You decided to be the bigger person, you couldn’t continue to ache for a man that clearly wasn’t interested in being more than friends, except now he might not even be interested in that.

You shuffled your way over to your group of friends and sat down next to Anna. She clinked her bottle with yours and you took a sip.

“So tell us, Pedro, how’s New York been treating you?” Samantha asked eagerly.

He rubbed the back of his neck with a breathy chuckle. “Well, with a mix of hard work and luck I seem to have managed to make a somewhat name for myself.”

“I know! You were absolutely amazing in Game of Thrones.” Anna chimed in.

“Yeah dude, Oberyn Fuckin’ Martell.” Michael high fives Pedro with a proud smirk.

“Thanks guys. It’s been quite an adventure.” He admitted and smiled. “I have been missing you though.” His eyes wandered across all of them and stopped at you.

You felt your heart jump at his staring eyes and awkwardly gulped down your drink. A slight blush rose to your cheeks. Why did this man still have such an effect on you?

Sofia placed a deck of UNO cards and two board games on the table. “Let’s play some rounds.” She smiled.

After two hours of drinking, playing games and reminisce over past adventures, you had noticed Elle was clinging more and more onto Pedro. For each touch, giggle and smile, you felt a punch to your guts. You had considered to just leave the party, make up a lie you weren’t feeling well, but a part of you believed it would help you get over him, to see him happy with another woman.

You stood up from your chair and sauntered over to the cooler to grab another drink. Instead of walking back to the table, you walked over to the edge of the rooftop and sat down on the parapet.

“You’re not joining for next round, Y/N?” Anna called from the table.

You turned your head to look at them. “No, I’m out this round.” You reply and turn back your head again. Your eyes slid across the lit streetlights and the small black figures roaming the streets below.

“Hey.” The soft voice tickled your ears and you turned your head to look at Pedro. “This seat taken?” He gestured to the available space on the parapet next to you.

You smiled warmly. “No.”

He sat down next to you with a beer in hand. His eyes stayed on you before he turned to look at the city. “You’ve barely spoken all night, is everything okay?”

You keep your gaze at the tall buildings. “Everything is fine.” You fiddle with the bottle in your hands. “Elle seems like a really nice girl.” You mumbled.

He glanced over at the table before turning back to you. “Yeah, she is.” He replied. “How have you been? We literally haven’t spoken in six years.”

You looked up at him. “I’ve been good.” You lied, feeling that lingering ache in your heart. “And you?”

“I’ve been good, perhaps a bit miserable without you guys, but good. I am sorry I never texted you back, a lot happened and it all drowned away with the acting and then I got a new phone and number and lost all the contacts on my old phone.”

You looked back on the street below. “Don’t apologise, I understand.”

“But I need to apologise, Y/N. I’ve felt terrible the past years, especially the day we were going to meet up for coffee. I tried to call you but didn’t get through for some reason and I never had time to drop by the coffee shop due to me having to leave.”

“Pedro.” You breathed out and looked up at him again. “You don’t need to excuse what happened. I am glad you found success in New York; I am very happy for you.”

The silence lingered between the both of you. Neither sure on how to proceed. It was obvious to Pedro you felt some kind of resentment towards him. He took a sip from his beer and gazed out on the city again.

“Remember the night before I left?” He asked with a smile.

The corners of your lips quirked up at the memory. “Of course I do.”

“Remember I wanted to tell you something?”

“Yeah, I assume you wanted to tell me about New York.”

He turned his head towards you and his dark brown eyes scanned the side of your face. You turned to meet him.

“No.” He breathed out.

“No?”

He chuckled nervously. “I wanted to tell you; that I wanted to kiss you.”

Your jaw lowered at his words. Your heart sped up and you felt your consciousness almost blacked out.

“And I still do.” He admitted and swallowed thickly.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea considering your girlfriend is right over there.”

He furrowed his brows. “Who? Elle?” He sounded surprised. “She’s not my girlfriend, we work together and she is an old friend of Sofia.”

“Oh.” You felt like an idiot. You wanted to bury yourself in a deep black hole, never to return. “I am sorry, I thought…”

Pedro laughed deeply, his laughter vibrating through his chest. “It’s okay, I know she’s very clingy, it’s her way of coping with anxiety. She leans towards people she trusts.” He explained.

You lowered your gaze, feeling like a true idiot.

“But as I said, Y/N…” He placed a warm finger under your chin and lifted it up to meet his eyes. “I still want to kiss you.” While holding your gaze, he slowly leaned forward and stopped a mere inch from your lips. His breath hot breath brushed against your lips.

You leaned forward and lightly claimed his lips. It was soft and gentle, the feeling of longing resonating between you both. His fingers brushed along your jawline to the back of your neck and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.

Your heart fluttered and a warmth enveloped your body as he parted your lips and begun a slow and erotic dance with your tongue. You lifted your hands and carefully intertwined your fingers in his dark locks.

He placed his other hand on top of your thigh and pulled you closer until your knees bumped. He ended the kiss and sighed out while admiring eyes scanned your features.

“I’ve missed you.” He whispered and tucked a loose hair strand behind your ear.

“I’ve missed you too.”

You smiled at each other. He grabbed your hands and stroked his thumbs across your knuckles. “Y/N, I want this to be something more and I want it to work.” He confessed and held your eyes. “I have wanted this for a long time.”

“Me too.” You admitted and your smile widened. “Let’s give it a try.”

His eyes lit up at your words before leaning forward and capturing your lips once more. One hand slid up to the back of your neck while the other were placed on your hip. He continued the dance between your tongues.

“About time.”

You pulled back and turned to find Jonathan looking at the both of you. Your cheeks burned red.

“I was wondering how long it would take for you to finally get together.” He winked, took a sip from his beer bottle and wandered off to the others.

You looked at Pedro again and chuckled. Jonathan was right, it was about time you finally made it.

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[moogleannywrites]

Can you help me fix the TV? [ScarletVision]

Summary: Wanda gets a little frustrated after her TV won't work for her to binge-watch some episodes of "Bewitched", so she asks Vision for a little help and some company.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x The Vision

Word count: 1,6k

Content: fluffness, Wanda and Vision bonding over TV shows back on the Avenger's Compound.

Read it on AO3! | My masterlist ♡

A word from the author: hello! I really hope you enjoy my fanfiction. This one was also written in Brazillian Portuguese, but I have the best beta-reader, translator and brother in the world, @areiko!! Thank you so much for the amazing work <3 I'll be back soon with more fics!

Image is not mine, nor are the characters 💫💫

Wanda Maximoff slowly went down the Avenger's Compound main hallway, the feeling of a job done mixed with tiredness after a good training session with Natasha filling her lungs. A small towel, which she used to swipe out some sweat drops at the top of her brow, hung from her right shoulder, as she contemplated the autumnal day through a big window in the transition from one area to another. The last brown tree leaves clung to the edge of the branches until their slow descent to the ground. It was Wanda's favorite part of the year; the last breath before the snowfall sure to cover the whole scene for months to come.

That night, a TV channel would broadcast a marathon of "Bewitched", the typically American series that Wanda loved to watch when she was younger. During Christmas time, when Tony Stark was bound to organize a Secret Santa, she would certainly add a vintage TV series' box to the list of gift suggestions. Secretly, she would hope for the box containing the adventures of Samantha and her perfectly human husband, James, along with the fun remarks of her mother, and higher witch, Serena. But that was something to think about in the long run. At that moment, she only needed a bath and a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows to enjoy the little marathon until bedtime.

The bath was a long one, but earned, relaxing Wanda throughout her whole body, as the warm drops of water untied the knots in her muscle structure one by one, reassembling a massage. Now wearing casual clothes, the wet hair making contact with the fabric, she walked towards the kitchen. The clock indicated 8:15pm, enough time for Wanda to mix the milk, the sugar and the chocolate on the blender, before pouring the mixture into a large pan and stirring it slowly with a wooden spoon, at last adding cinnamon, strengthening the aroma profile. The delicious smell phased the walls of the kitchen and reached the noses of all present in the Base, those relaxing in their own rooms and those studying in the lab.

The Vision wasn't used to participating in the training alongside his colleagues, using the time he had to test the extent of his own powers on the Base's Laboratory. However, he was instantly attracted to the floor above by that delicious chocolate aroma, something he wasn't accustomed to eat nor drink, but admired either way.

Upon reaching the kitchen though, the one responsible for the drink was already in another room, leaving behind only the dirty dishes which Vision decided to wash at once. When he was done with it, putting the pan, the blender cup and the wooden spoon in the drainer, he heard a sigh of frustration coming from one of the rooms.

Without thinking twice, he floated through the hallway towards the half-open door to Wanda's room and, with the help of his hypersensitive ears, heard her saying something in another language, so quietly that he figured it was only for her own ears. Nonetheless, he could never let the newest addition to the team unaided. Lowering his own density to become thinner than the atmosphere, he phased through the door and said:

– I believe this is Sokovian for "damn it"?

Wanda was facing the television before suddenly turning in a shock.

– You scared me, Vizh! – She rested one hand on her chest, the other holding the mug. – You came in like a… like a-

– Ghost? – Vision laughed, a little bit embarrassed, as he was still getting used to the human trait of showing his teeth while happy. – I hear this many times from our colleagues. Beg your pardon.

– No no, it's fine. – She hid a smile behind the tip of the mug. – Maybe you can help me? – She signed again, bothered. – My TV won't turn on at all.

– Of course. Allow me to take a look.

Wanda stepped aside, indicating the device with a little nod and seeking the comfort of her bed to watch him work. He talked quietly with himself, and the lady didn't hesitate to ask:

– Do you talk to electronics too?

A sincere laughter escaped his lips, and Wanda realized that it was their first exchange accompanied by laughter. She took a long sip of the chocolate, with a smile still painted on her mouth, when she heard the answer:

– No, I don't talk to electronics, despite our similarities in composition. However, there are rumors that vending machines have a hidden switch that unlocks their suppressed emotions.

Vision suddenly paused his fixing efforts.

– ...Is that true? – Wanda asked, bewildered.

– No, Wanda, that was a joke… or apparently a not very good attempt at one. I'm sorry.

Now, it was Wanda's turn to laugh out loud. Her cheekbones gained a reddish color, and she laughed so much her lungs claimed for air, almost dropping some of the drink in her clean clothes. Vision turned to face her, admiring the joy in her expression, after a failed try to fix the TV.

– Vizh, your attempt at telling a joke was the best. Thank you.

She continued to savor the drink, the hot chocolate going down her throat, bringing a relief feeling against the cold night outdoors. The marshmallows, now totally incorporated into the drink, brought a special touch to an already well made drink. Wanda had learned that recipe on the internet some time before and, since the coming of autumn, made it quite frequently. Secretly, with each sip, she recalled Pietro, and how much she wanted his company back, to enjoy together the contents of the jumbo mug, along with other recipes he liked to prepare.

Laying back into the pillows, her eyes closed slowly, the slumber almost taking control over her whole body, and the imminent marathon being the only thing capable of keeping her awake. Vision, noticing the prolonged quietness, asked:

– Is there something you're expecting to watch, Wanda?

– A channel will present some episodes of Bewitched. – She rested the mug on the bedside table, turning on the lampshade and coming closer to the bed's edge. – Ever heard of it?

– My knowledge about American entertainment is rather limited, but I would love to learn more about… oh!

As in a magic trick, a sound signal indicated that the TV was finally fixed. Wanda picked up the remote, smiling, jumping out of the bed and picking up the mug again with the opposite hand, returning to her place at the bed afterwards. Vision stood up, observing from afar her excitement as she turned on the TV and searched for the correct channel. A cartoon opening with a catchy song filled the room with joy.

Seeing that his fixing work was successful, Vision smiled for himself and started to move away, being stopped by Wanda's voice echoing inside his ears.

– Where do you think you're going?

– The television is back to working conditions, so…

She made a gesture with her hand, accompanied by little slaps at the mattress with the other one, clearly alluding to the idea of joining her. After a little battle with his own hesitation, he quickly accepted the request. The night had already come, there was no need to spend it on the lab.

Her bed was soft. Vision was not used to actually sleeping, only putting himself in some kind of rest mode, weighing less than a feather in his furnitureless room. Now in the normal density of a common man, he could really feel the pleasantness of that mattress. The lighting was mild, with the light coming from the television taking care of most of the illumination in the room. Sometimes, he noticed, their knees would touch, but it wasn't enough to bother Wanda, completely immersed in the show. Similarly, it didn't bother him as well, bringing him more of that human contact he lacked so much.

It was a good feeling, one he could see himself easily getting used to.

In some scenes, Wanda would laugh. In others, she would laugh even more. In all of them, Vision was there observing each one of her reactions. Either the most subtle ones, such as the twisted lips right before a smile, or the frowning and turning of the nose during the loving scenes between the main couple. As the episodes progressed, however, the reactions started to fade away, and her eyes became heavy as she became less responsive to the events of the episodes. Trying to keep her awake for a little longer, the synthezoid asked:

– So it's the story of a witch that wants to hide among humans?

– That's right. – She yawned.

– And why would she want this?

– Because she loves a human.

– A witch this powerful, in love with a powerless mortal and wanting to hide?

Wanda yawned one more time, and said in a dragging voice:

– If it was about you and me, Vizh, it would be way more troublesome.

He thought about making another remark, but then realized Wanda had already fallen asleep against his shoulder. He shook the girl gently, but she remained as she was, seemingly comfortable with her cheeks glued into his clothes, the half-open mouth, the heavy breathing and the empty mug between her crossed legs.

Vision wanted to move, maybe wash the mug, but even in that uncomfortable-ish position, he remained still as a rock, observing the TV from across the room. Casually smirking at it, while keeping it quiet in order not to disrupt her sleep. Eventually, he made the move to hug her along the thin waist, gently bringing her closer to make her more comfortable, as he watched the rest of the episodes.

It was that much of a stretch to think that Wanda, even if just for a moment, considered such a life by his side? Probably yes.

Or maybe, not that much.

[wardens-stew]

The Mask Falling Hints MASTERPOST

Clearly I have wayyy too much time on my hands! 

I have compiled a list of information Samantha Shannon has divulged on social media about The Mask Falling, mostly paraphrased from her Tumblr and Twitter. Some of it dates back as far as 2016, so it’s not certain that all of it will happen - I’ve included an asterisk for the tidbits in which Samantha explicitly mentioned that it was pre-editing. I didn’t include a link to the original source because that would be too much work, but if anyone has questions I can probably find it pretty easily! The recent ARC reviews also include some hints, but I haven’t included them because that would be a crap-ton of text. Feel free to add anything I missed! Anyway enjoy the fruits of my obsession! 

Hints:

We will find out how badly Warden was affected by Paige’s torture - there’s a lot about the effects of her torture in the book 

The non-binary character is a free-world spy, pretending to be French 

Paige has issues with drinking water and showering 

Paige will make another valiant effort to get Warden to talk about his feelings 

Paige’s demisexuality is clarified -  she reflects on the way she wants in comparison to the way the allosexual Nick and Eliza do

Paige gets slammed into the wall by someone, but not Terebell (also not Warden, because then she would be very dead) 

The grey market storyline continues

Etymological connection of Arcturus meaning bear-guard and Mahoney meaning descendant of the bear is worked into the books 

Paige cries

Paige’s PTSD is a thread throughout the book 

Paige has mental and physical difficulties following her torture 

“The scope of everything gets bigger, there's more focus on the free world and how it interacts with Scion, and you'll find out more about Rephaite history and the origin of clairvoyance.”

You may figure out what happened to Procyon

Warden’s aura type is mentioned*

Paige starts calling Warden Arcturus. They have a discussion about it. But she keeps calling him Warden in front of other people. 

The prologue begins about an hour after The Song Rising 

Warden asks Paige to teach him Irish

Contains clues as to the big secret at the heart of the series 

Warden does a few very sweet things

We’ll find out a reason why Nashira considers Warden a possession rather than a partner*

Paige is at her most fragile

One of the characters eats an orange

There is a distinct Priory parallel in one section of the story

Paige asks Warden if Rephaim can get drunk 

We will find out if Rephaim can get physically ill

We’ll get a piece of information that may help us understand the Rephaite logic behind Warden feeding on Paige’s aura 

More about the golden cord

Paige’s feelings with her father will be explored 

We will find out why it was common knowledge amongst Rephaim that Terebell and Warden were once mated 

Warden might tell us what would happen if he tried to eat

More about voyant-amaurotic sex will be explained 

We will learn more about the Rephaim’s internal politics and conflicts 

We get to see Paige’s birthday

We we’ll find out how Warden knows how to develop Paige’s gift*

Paige and Warden butt heads over right and wrong 

We’ll find out why Warden said that Sargas are the only Rephs who choose their mates

We’ll find out more about the half-urge

We’ll find out more about the complicated history between Warden and Terebell

Warden is planning to learn Gaelic (pre-editing)

We’ll find out two of the reasons why Warden hates Nashira so much*

We’ll find out about the promise Warden made to Nashira that she alludes to before the Bicentary

Warden says something with an exclamation mark

Warden will tell us more about the memory of Terebell, and how it was a prelude to one of the defining moments of his existence 

Paige visits Warden’s dreamscape a few times, but we only see it once

Paige addresses the author directly 

Nick isn’t in the book at all

The plot takes place only in Paris

Paige dies her hair red

A character Samantha did not originally plan to be in TBS4 now is

There’s a big scene in the Sainte-Chapellle in Paris

The book is shaping up to be the darkest book in the series, but also contains the most jokes 

Paige feels really ill for most of the book 

Samantha starts hinting at the Grand Backstory of the series 

Paige is under strict orders to stay inside for a month, but she breaks the rules to explore Paris 

The main antagonist was born in “the burning summer of 2019”

We’ll find out about two of Warden’s past relationships 

Paige and Warden have to get food deliveries from a guy called Albéric because they’re not allowed to go outside 

There’s espionage 

Warden uses the super unnecessary word “sennight”

A lot of the book takes place underground

We learn if a non-polyglot could ever learn Gloss 

There is a Very Awkward Conversation*

There is a time skip between the fourth and fifth books

Warden smiles a lot… with his eyes

The ending will change everything 

Scion must change its public face due to an event that happens at the end

People who liked The Mime Order will love it

TBS4 picks up when Paige is resting.

It will go into more detail about how Rephaim emerge

It marks the beginning of Beautiful Dresses in The Bone Season 

It introduces a Rephaite character Samantha absolutely loves, with her favorite Rephaite name 

There’s a scene Samantha has wanted to write for years 

The ending is very dark 

There’s a cute priory reference 

There’s a character Samantha loves - “she’s so cool that I don’t know how a nerd like me invented her”

“The relationship between Warden and Paige gets deeper and more complicated in this one, and you get to know Warden a little better.”

“[Paige and Warden] are together a lot in this book, as they’re sharing a safe house in Paris. It’s the first time they’ve spent a significant amount of time with one another since they escaped Sheol I.  You’ll actually glimpse the ways they both react to being stuck inside in The Mask Falling, as they’re meant to stay hidden in a safe house for a month so Paige can start to recover from her ordeal.”

“It’s a love song to Paris in the way The Mime Order was a love song to London.”

“[Paige and Warden do have some happy calm moments.] Although there’s a lot of action in the book, there’s also quite a lot of downtime. Paige is still recovering from her ordeal in the Archon, so she can’t always be out in the world kicking ass. She’s resting as well, trying to get her strength back.”

“I won’t lie, The Mask Falling is a book to fear . . . but there are some nice bits. Including some coffee-drinking.”

“[Paige and Warden] do so much in this book. So much.”

“Most of the characters who didn’t go to Paris are absent from TBS4.”

“Paige and Warden do so much in this book, I just couldn’t cram any other storylines in. However, several old friends do turn up in it, as well as a bunch of new characters I hope you’ll love as much as I do.”

“Paige [experiences the messiest-most-intense emotion in TBS4]. She goes through the emotional wringer in this one.”

“The second ‘arc’ has the same main characters and the same antagonist. The difference has more to do with the setting, the scope of the narrative, and the type of battle being fought against Scion. You’ll have a better idea of what I mean when you read the end of TBS4.”

“This book puts both [Paige and Warden] through the emotional wringer, but there are lighter parts as well.” “Nick meets an old friend while he’s in Sweden and Paige and Warden will be staying in central Paris, on Rue Gît-le-Cœur. You can see some of the locations from Book 4 here: [x]”

“TBS4 is basically just a long Hurt/Comfort piece with occasional and reluctant splashes of Action/Adventure”

“THE MASK FALLING leans a little more Adult than the other BONE SEASON books. The whole series is officially classified as Adult, but the first three aren't far off YA in terms of sexual content, violence etc. THE MASK FALLING is . . . maybe a tiny bit sexier.”

“Doing my final reread of THE MASK FALLING and naturally I've noticed a recurring phrase that I have used no less than thirty times in the manuscript.”

“It blows the world of The Bone Season right open. It’s where everything changes. It takes place in a brand-new setting and forms the bridge between the two ‘arcs’ of the series. I hope the ending will show readers get why I really do need seven instalments to tell this story.”

“Books 1-4 is what I call the “Scion arc”, but Scion is still a threat in Books 5-7. Book 4 is kind of in the middle, with more of a focus on Rephaim than there currently is in Book 3.”

“He’s in Book 4, he’s French, he’s voyant, and I’m writing his introduction scene now. I think I love him?”

“The draft is about 140 000 words long – a little shorter than The Mime Order – with a veritable tonne of action, espionage, international politics, eerie catacombs, old enemies, new friends, and messy, intense emotions packed into that word count.” 

“This one combines my favourite elements of The Bone Season (Warden and Paige chats), The Mime Order (syndicate weirdness) and The Song Rising (heists and angst)”

“The fourth Bone Season book is well underway, and things are about to take a very dark turn for Paige.”

“It’s mostly focused on Paris, but you’ll find out bits and pieces about what’s happening in both England and Europe.”

“She’s suffering from PTSD and aquaphobia following her water torture in The Song Rising, so she’s pretty much in the ringer for the whole book. There are a few light moments, but she’s under a lot of stress from the start.”

“While I wouldn't call it spy fiction, TBS4 is delving into espionage territory as Warden and Paige, still exhausted from their tremendous efforts against Scion in The Song Rising, attempt to navigate the convoluted political and criminal networks of Scion Paris.”

“Book 4 is a touch more political, laced with subterfuge”

Lists:

Things you’ll see:

The carrières of Paris

A masquerade (ofc)

A mysterious character you haven’t seen in a long while

Arcturus Mesarthim saying ‘hm’ about 18 times

Five words:

Revelations

Politics

Water

Heartache

War

Three adjectives:

Macabre

Emotional

Seismic

There is a lot of:

Warden and Paige

Rain

Classy interior decor

Angst

New characters include:

A spy so fashionable and icy cool I’m unsure of how a nerd like me created her

A tall, irritable Frenchman with a bit of a God complex

A terrifying new Rephaite with an uncomfortably sexy voice

It has:

A Parisian underworld 

A demisexual MC 

A masquerade ball 

Catacombs 

Forbidden, angst-stricken desire 

Verbal consent 

Acknowledgement of periods 

I can promise:

Parisian buildings TOURISTS LOVE. Notre-Dame? It's there, there's a masquerade INSIDE IT. Sainte-Chapelle? Oui. Versailles? Naturally. The Eiffel Tower? Oh, we're climbing it 

Getting DOWN and DIRTY. (By which I mean literally, down, into the catacombs.)

People who arrive in Paris SPEAKING FRENCH because they have been given a job for which they have the correct SKILLSET *bangs table* 

No crêpes (#OhCrepe), but CHAUSSONS AUX POMMES 

ROOFTOP PICNIC 

Not everyone is STRAIGHT 

Chic OUTFITS, all quite filthy by the end

Locations: 

The beautiful Sainte-Chapelle, my favourite place on Earth. 

Rue Gît-le-Cœur, a major location in the book and previously home to the Beat Hotel.

The famous doorway in the Paris Catacombs. The inscription translates to 'Stop! This is the Empire of Death.' 

Rue Montmartre, where we may or may not encounter an old face. 

Preview in gifs:

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Snippets:

Out-of-context chapter title: Chapter 3: Gloomy Coffee

Part names*: 

1. To Pay Thee Free

2. Turn the Anchor

3. Eurydice

Quotes:

“What the fuck is that?” she whispered to me. “Looks like a frozen rainbow.”

“The horizon was as red as if the fire still burned. I watched the sunrise from the roof. Fog breathed into every nook and alcove of Paris, laced over the dark crests of the river, blanched the skin to the pink of salmon. I was sure the air was still spiced with the tang of smoke.”

“So,” he said, “we are choosing larceny.” “Always so surprised when his criminal friend commits crimes.”

“I wouldn’t usually care who you’re riding at any given time”

“I sensed all of this was very important, but I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about”

“I picked up the floundering ribbons of my dignity and started over”

“His home was in decay, and mine lay in the shadow of the anchor. Scion had made wanderers of us.”

Current opening line (circa Dec 18, 2018): “The sun had been climbing over the cliffs when our ship had pared away from Dover.”

“Someone who had heard of me and whose first response had not been to try to kill me. What a treat.”

“A hollow ache stretched out within me. It started in the chambers of my heart, in a place that reached eternally for Ireland.”

“‘I promised you we would stay together,’ he said. ‘In the absence of other options, I will follow your lead on this matter.’”

“‘I’m fine.’ ‘Your attempt to mask the darkness under your eyes serves as compelling evidence of that. As does the full bowl of coffee.’ I cocked my head. ‘Did you just master sarcasm?’ ‘Paige.’ ‘It’s a cup of coffee. With… no handle.’”

“‘There’s no fireplace,’ I stated. ‘No.’ ‘But how are you-‘ A wild laugh was bubbling up. ‘How are you going to cope without one?’ ‘Cope,’ Warden repeated.  ‘You need one. To stare into, pensively. Did you know,’ I said to him, ‘that you do that a lot?’ He tilted his head, which only set off a fit of silent laughter. My ribs ached in protest.”

‘I mustered all the breath I had left and screamed, until I folded on myself and my voice burned to nothing.’

‘Who can break you now, Black Moth, now there is nothing left to break?’

[therealsaintscully]

My list of X-Files inspired BBC Sherlock fic prompts

 I recently finished reading @88thparallel​‘s fabulous “Written in Ashes”, a BBC Sherlock fic inspired by the X-Files episode Demons. I’m a huge X-Files fan myself, and the idea of adapting an XF story into a Sherlock one sent me down a rabbit hole. I decided to compose a list of ideas, all up for grabs, for X-Files plots that can be adapted in interesting ways to a BBC Sherlock casefics.

Below you’ll find a list of X-Files episode with their original description, and some suggestions based on my knowledge of the two shows of what makes the plot an interesting one to write. As I mentioned, these ideas are PROMPTS, suggestions - feel free to write them. In fact it’ll be my honor! Let me know if and when you do (I might even create a collection for them in AO3).

Ice (1x07) - Mulder and Scully  investigate the death of an Alaskan research team. Isolated and alone, the agents and their accompanying team discover the existence of extraterrestrial parasitic organisms that drive their hosts into impulsive fits of rage.  Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: extreme nature adventures (mountains, snow, remote research facilities); isolated together with strangers in a distant location (Ice was supposed to be a bottle episode); a lot of suspense as Mulder and Scully’s trust in each other is put to the test (a handgun showdown), physical inspections rife with sexual tension, ooo! 

Darkness Falls (1x19) - Mulder and Scully are called in to investigate when a team of loggers disappear without a trace. Initially suspecting eco-terrorism, the agents find themselves trapped by a seemingly ancient menace lurking in the woods. According to Wikipedia, “Chris Carter was inspired to write this episode based on an interest in dendrochronology (sic? that’s how it’s spelled in wikipedia), a subject that involves analyzing annual growth rings found in non-tropical tree species.”  An interesting topic to develop!  Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: Just like in Ice, opportunity to write magnificent nature descriptions; also like in Ice, Mulder and Scully have to fend to themselves against the ‘others’; wonderful quotes such as “Rugged manly-men. In the full bloom of their manhood.” and “Come on, Scully. It'll be a nice trip to the forest." A Three Garridebs moment could work here!

Pusher (3x17) - Ah, Pusher. An early Vince Gilligan classic! Mulder and Scully’s assistance is requested for a case involving a man, who goes by the pseudonym "Pusher", seemingly capable of bending people to his will. The suspect uses his mysterious abilities to manipulate Mulder into a dangerous end game.  Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: Many parallels can be found between Modell and Eurus and or Moriarty; the game of cat and mouse in hopes of luring Mulder as the end game is quite similar to the TFP/TGG; the final game of Russian roulette with Mulder at the end is a classic MSR scene which could be lovely to write for John and Sherlock (Gillian is amazing with that One Tear™  while she threatens Modell); an opportunity to instill a fear of a very specific shade of blue in your readers; a chance of a sequel, since Modell returns with a vengeance in Kitsunegari.

Jose Chung's From Outer Space (3X20) - Mulder and Scully hear, and promptly investigate, a story about an alien abduction of two teenagers. Each witness provides a different version of the same facts. Within the episode, a thriller novelist, Jose Chung, writes a book about the incident.  Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: Humor! Lots and lots self-aware, meta-type inner-jokes humor as an observant book writer describes Mulder/Sherlock’s many weird traits.

Avatar (3x21) - Assistant Director Walter Skinner  is accused of murdering a prostitute, Mulder and Scully investigate to determine the truth behind what happened. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: A fine chance to turn Skinner into Sholto or one of John’s other army friends (Skinner discusses trauma from his days in Vietnam in this episode, which could be adapted to Afghanistan). John Asks for Sherlock’s help on behalf of Sholto/said friend and there’s a thrilling prospect of some good old jealousy :) *After writing this I kinda fell in love with this idea and I might attempt writing this, but I’m absolutely not claiming this exclusively! If you like the idea go ahead!

Paper Hearts (4X08) - Another Vince Gilligan episode, my go-to one these days for when I miss the show and need a good dose of Mulder and Scully. I can go on and on about why I love this episode but I’ll spare you from that right now ;) Mulder and Scully find that a child killer who Mulder had helped to apprehend several years earlier had claimed more victims than he had confessed to; and in the resulting investigation, learn that the killer is now claiming to have killed Mulder's sister Samantha. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: The Alice in Wonderland theme in the episode is somewhat reminiscent of the Hansel and Gretel theme from TRF so Moriarty could be one way to go; another way to go is have Eurus as a villain in a TFP plot fix-it (if you find the Sherrinford plot exaggerated), with Sherlock’s hope of finding Victor’s body by the end of the game.

Zero Sum (4x21) - In the episode, a case Mulder is asked to investigate is covertly covered up by the agents' boss Walter Skinner, who has made a sinister bargain with The Smoking Man. Scully is missing in this episode (Mulder cites her cancer treatments; Gillian Anderson was filming something else at the time). Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: A wonderful opportunity for a Lestrade-as-Skinner story!  (and you’re given a fine chance to write a Lestade naked with nothing but pants situation); Mulder is a bit lost without Scully in this episode so that’s added background Johnlock angst; the story can happen when John is away, either during his honeymoon or after Mary dies.

The Pine Bluff Variant (5x18) - This is an underrated episode which I quite like, personally. Scully grows suspicious of Mulder when she thinks he may be helping a terrorist organization. Scully begins to wonder if he is now a traitor to the FBI. It is eventually revealed that Mulder is working as a mole in the group, and he is trying to stop them before they are able to use a biological weapon—that may have been created by members of the U.S. government—which causes rapid degeneration of human flesh. Cool plot points you might enjoy: alternating POVs between Sherlock and John; a lot of tension between John and Sherlock while John is suspicious; Mycroft recruiting Sherlock to appear as a traitor.

Triangle (6x03) - What can I possibly say about Triangle that hadn’t been said before? Cool plot points you might enjoy: An AU-within-AU opportunity - a chance for John and Sherlock to meet in a WW2 era, saved by rebel-Nazi Lestrade, Sherlock’s irregulars are The Lone Gunmen, a kiss, a punch, “You’re my one in five billion” (remember when there 5 billion people on this planet?) :) If you do write this, please make sure present John and past John pass each other by and get a strange, tingling sensation as a result! It’s one of my favorite scenes in the entire show.

Dreamland I & II (6x04 and 6x05) - Mulder and Scully visit Area 51. But when the agents witness the flight of a mysterious craft, Mulder and a member of the Men in Black switch bodies, unbeknownst to the others. In part two, Scully begins to suspect that her partner's strange behavior is more than it appears to be, while Mulder fights to return his life to normal before it is too late. Cool plot points you might enjoy: Humor, humor and more humor. Mostly Morris Fletcher trying to bed John (=Scully) who promptly pulls a gun on him. That should be an awesome scene to write in and of itself. And let’s not forget “Lately, for lunch, you've been having this six-ounce cup of yogurt, plain yogurt, into which you stir bee pollen because you're on a bee pollen kick even though I tell you you're a doctor and you should know better.“ as well as “I’d kiss you if you weren’t so damn ugly.”

Tithonus (6x09) - Another underrated episode. I think it deals with the theme of death’s inevitability rather beautifully. Scully learns that she, but not Mulder, is being given a chance to prove her worth at the FBI, and—paired with a new partner—she investigates a crime scene photographer with an uncanny knack for arriving just in time to see his victims' final moments. What she does not expect, however, is for Death to play a role himself. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: John exploring on his own, for one reason or another, attached to another investigator (things happen!); this episode further explores a theory referred throughout the show since Clyde Bruckman’s Final Repose, that Dana Scully is immortal (she seems to avoid death in this episode as well). It’s an Appointment in Samarra sort of story.

Monday (6x15) - Mulder and Scully are stuck in a deadly time loop. It’s a story that writes itself! Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: Sherlock or John having a really bad morning, over and over again.

Alpha (6x16) - Mulder and Scully investigate several killings blamed on an Asian dog called the Wanshang Dhole, thought to be extinct. Mulder and Scully join an obstinate Sheriff, a seemingly eccentric hunter, and a reclusive canine expert to find it. However, there is more mystery to the expert than meets the eye. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: I enjoy this episode because it has some gentle but obvious MSR moments. Scully is suspicious (and low-key jealous) of Karin Berquist’s involvement in the case and it colors her opinion of the investigation. A key quote in this episode, preformed softly and beautifully by Gillian, is: “She's enamored of you Mulder. Don't underestimate a woman. They can be tricksters, too.”

The Unnatural (6x17) - This is a weird ass episode, let’s admit it. This is DD’s love story to baseball and it’s silly and sometimes boring/slow. BUT, it has lovely MRS moments.  Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: The structure of story within a story (Mulder retells his time spent with Arthur Dales who tells him the story of Josh Exley) is interesting enough. The opening and closing scenes are lovely as well of course!

X-Cops (7x12) - Mulder and Scully are interviewed for the Fox reality television program Cops during an X-Files investigation. Mulder, hunting what he believes to be a werewolf, discovers that the monster terrorizing people instead feeds on fear. While Mulder embraces the publicity of Cops, Scully is more uncomfortable about appearing on national television. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: It’s your chance to write a Sherlock crossver fic about an X-Files crossover episode. If that’s not cool, I don’t no what is.

Hollywood A.D. (7x18) - Let’s admit it, Hollywood A.D is not a good episode, as funny as it is. This episode was one of the first signs the show had lost its edge, possibly because they thought this would be their truly-this-time last season. However, it IS funny and gave rise to fans claims that by this point, Mulder and Scully were Definitely Sleeping Together. Wayne Federman, an entrepreneurial Hollywood producer and college friend of Walter Skinner picks up the idea for a film based on the X-Files, however Mulder and Scully find that the level of realism in their fictional portrayal is somewhat questionable. Meanwhile, during the filming of the movie, Mulder and Scully research the mysterious "Lazarus Bowl", an artifact that supposedly has the exact words that Jesus Christ spoke to raise Lazarus from the dead recorded on its surface. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: Lots of inner-jokes and crack humor, many fluffy moments, the chance to imagine who’ll play Lestrade, Sherlock and John in a BBC Film, Lazarus could refer to The Fall(!), which could be the plot to said film.

The X-Files: I Want to Believe - Mulder and Scully have both left the FBI, but when an FBI agent is mysteriously kidnapped, and a former priest who has been convicted of being a child molester claims to be experiencing psychic visions of the endangered agent, they reluctantly accept the FBI's request for their paranormal expertise. I know, I know. Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t like it either at first, but a) compared to the revival seasons, it’s not that bad and b) in terms of established relationship angst, it’s a fucking goldmine. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: A chance to write a post-recent-retirement fic for Sherlock and John, with a lot of tension in their established relationship based around John’s reluctance to return to their lives as investigators. IWTB has quotes like “This isn't my life anymore, Mulder. I'm done chasing monsters in the dark.” and “This stubbornness of yours, it's why I fell in love with you.”  So there! Don’t dismiss the idea so quickly!

Wow, this turned out longer than I expected! I hope you liked them, and even if you don’t write anything - I definitely enjoyed this exercise.

My finished fics are ready to be read on AO3 :)

[hellfiremovieclub]

Second Best

Description: The reader gets into a fight with steve at a party she may regret ever going to. Takes place during season two 

Pairing: Steve x Nancy, fem!reader

Warnings: angst, alcohol consumption, mild swearing

Word count: 3,349

A/N: Here goes my first fic! Hope you enjoy, let me know your thoughts!

-> masterlist

-> part two

Steve would not be easily forgiven for leaving Y/N alone at that party. He had asked her to be there, Y/N thought she would actually get to spend more time around him, not him and Nancy. She wasn't mad that he was spending time with his girlfriend, she was just upset that he made her feel like she was his second choice.

That's what Y/N felt like to him, his second choice. This didn't start with Nancy, not at all. Y/N and Steve had known each other since first grade, where he decided to steal her pack of crayons and, as one would do, she dumped her juice on him for stealing. While it wasn't the kindest of interactions, the pair clicked. They always clicked. They could easily joke around with one another, knowing any passing insult wasn't real. Y/N felt that she could tell Steve anything and he felt that he could tell Y/N anything. So, when Steve told her about his first "real" relationship with a girl named Samantha, she was slightly heartbroken.

Okay, maybe heartbroken is slightly dramatic considering she was only thirteen, but it hurt. Y/N thought that Steve liked her, not some other random girl that he hardly knew. They were young so she hadn't experienced much, if any, heartbreak. She swore that it was the most sickening and saddening thing she had ever felt, she didn't know then that she would go through it so many times it would almost start to feel like nothing.

By now that heartache was gone, but more came. More Samanthas made their way right between Y/N and Steve Harrington. Samantha became Trish, who became Alison, who became whoever until they eventually became Nancy. Steve had started going for girl after girl, practically dropping them once he got bored. Y/N admired many things about the brown-eyed boy, but that wasn't one of them. Maybe it was better she never ended up with him, he might've gotten bored.

Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have gotten bored though. Steve hasn't gotten bored of Nancy, she is the first real relationship he had ever been in. Y/N wondered, what does Nancy have that I don't? No. She couldn't let herself wonder, it didn't matter anyway. Steve was happy with Nancy... but was Nancy happy with him? That was their business, not Y/N's.

Steve had loved Y/N, and still does but in another way. He danced around his feelings for far too long, he knew that Y/N liked him once upon a dream but he had waited so long that he was second-guessing himself. He thought that surely by now she moved on, he believed she deserved better anyway. After waiting for so long, he couldn't be everything she deserved. He told himself that he had to move on, he had to let her go. He even convinced himself that she never even liked him, why would she? He tried to move on, he made himself move on. He met Nancy, she changed him.

He began to fall in love with Nancy, but his feelings for Y/N remained so was it even love? Of course, there are different kinds of love, he would tell himself. He was angry that he couldn't just forget his feelings for her, he had himself convinced that he had to move on.  Moving on wasn't so simple, it couldn't be done in a day or even a year, maybe not even a lifetime. The issue was moving on takes time and patience, something Steve was running out of.

A relationship with Nancy offered him the white picket fence life that everyone wanted, that Steve's dad wanted for him. Y/N offered him, what his dad would describe being, trouble. She offered memories, understanding, fun, even a bit of an adventure. The adventure being they had been watching one another grow their entire lives, shaping into the adults they were going to become. Y/N knew him better than anyone else did or ever could, including Nancy. She has seen Steve at his best and his worst, supported him through it all even. But Steve's dad thought of her as a daydream, not a reality.

Nancy was the reality that Steve "needed" to ever have a good life, or so he had been told. And really, Nancy was great. He loved Nancy, he couldn't wait to fall for her more and more as time progressed. As he was falling for Nancy, or not so much, Nancy was falling for Johnathan. So, here everyone was, all falling for people they thought they could never have and unhappy with their current situation. None of them acknowledged their real feelings, they all had expectations to fulfill, requirements given to them by others.

And so, Steve invited Y/N to go to the party with him. He asked her to be there with the intention of spending more time around her. Of course, it just ended with him spending more time with Nancy fucking Wheeler.

An Hour Earlier

All Y/N asked was if she and Steve could maybe spend some time away from Nancy, which would've been such a simple request had Nancy not been getting more intoxicated by the minute. Steve knew that Nancy was a bit of a lightweight, and he saw no shame in this, so he decided to stay sober and capable of driving her home. He ended up babysitting her though, Y/N too. They weren't easy to keep eyes on especially when they insisted that they couldn't be within ten feet of each other, which Steve didn't understand.

"I just, I can't leave her right now," his eyes were focused on Nancy, making sure she wasn't drunkenly falling over.

"Yeah, no. I get it," Y/N slurred. "Y-you're, you're up Nancy's ass."

Maybe Y/N had a bit too much to drink too. She had no plans on getting drunk, not before the party. But when she got there, and Steve's attention was all on Nancy, plans changed. It hurt, again. Suddenly those not so forgotten feelings from Samantha were returning, causing Y/N to hold back tears.

Steve sighed, "You're drunk, we can talk about this tomorrow. How about I get you and Nancy home?"

He reached for Y/N's arm, growing more confused as she pulled away. He was already unsure about where this jealousy of Nancy was coming from, but he could play it off as the alcohol messing with her mind. Y/N meant what she said though. She felt like Steve was obsessed with Nancy, focused on nothing but her. She said nothing because she felt it wasn't her place, but now it was just coming out like it was the easiest words she had ever spoken.

"I'm not going home with you," her eyebrows furrowed as she backed away. "I'm not riding with her. I'm sick of, of riding. I'm sick of just being in the back, waiting for my turn with you."

"Yeah, we're sickeningly cute," he joked, "I know."

"No!" Y/N shook her head furiously. "You're just... you're just sickening."

Steve laughed nervously, wanting to shake off the things being said. How could he shake it off? If what Y/N was saying was what she honestly felt it would open newly sealed wounds. It would make him wonder if he made a mistake by not telling her how he felt years ago. Maybe he would be making a mistake now, assuming that what she was saying even meant what he thought.

"You've had quite a few drinks, please let me take you home?"

"No, why aren't you listening to me?" She was growing angry, it was like it was coming from nowhere. It wasn't from nowhere, she knew this, it had been building up for months, years even.

"I am listening, we just can't have this kind of conversation while you're drunk. Please, let me take you home and we can pick up this conversation tomorrow? When your mind is clear?" He tried again, hoping she'd take it that time.

He knew it was pointless.

She was shaking her head once more, causing her to lose her balance and nearly fall. Steve grabbed her arms, helping her get herself steady. She softened at his touch, momentarily forgetting her anger. It felt good. It felt good to have his attention on her, just her, even if for a split second. She was eager to have attention, craving it. She had it finally, but she didn't want it at that moment. She was angry and couldn't just shove it aside this time, she was tired of pretending to be okay with this.

She pulled away again. "My mind is clear. Finally clear, after being so lost in the fog that you created."

Now Steve was really confused. Fog? That he created? What was she talking about? It was a bit dramatic sounding but it described perfectly how she felt.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Oh, come on. You know what I mean." She was angry once more, or maybe more frustrated. "You make me fall for you, over and over... and then you, y-you just drop me for your next choice of girl. Like it's not obvious that I love you, that I have for years."

His chest tightened, he wished she was wrong but knew fully well she was right at least in some way. He had thought that maybe she loved him, but he never wanted to assume and was way too afraid to ask. He was afraid that if he asked and his suspicions, his hopes, were incorrect that she would leave his life completely. He loved her and would rather have her in his life as just friends than not there at all.

To hear that she did love him should've been a wondrous feeling, just like he had always imagined it would be. But it hurt. He didn't want to hear that she loved him, he couldn't hear her say it. If she said she loved him, he couldn't reach for the white picket fence life anymore. He wouldn't be able to make himself resist going for what he really wanted, what his dad frowned upon.

"Y/N, I—"

"You don't have to say anything. I get it, you don't love me. I was some game for you, like all the others." Her chest was tightening now, tears brimmed her eyes. "But Nancy, you love Nancy, right?"

He fell silent, just looking into her eyes as if they'll tell him what to say.

She wiped away her tears, "I just... I don't get it. You love Nancy and she doesn't even care half as much as you."

Still, he had no clue what to say. What did she mean? Nancy cared, she reassured him daily that she loved him. She maybe didn't say it much, but everyone has their ways of showing love. Nancy was honest, she was kind, she was always there for him. Or she tried to be. She didn't always understand where he was coming from and gave a poor attempt of trying to understand. What mattered was that she did try though. That was enough for Steve, more than enough.

He cleared his throat, finally ready to form words. "What are you talking about?"

"She loves Jonathan, Steve. Not you." Y/N didn't hesitate. Someone needed to tell Steve and she was slightly happy to be to one to do it, at least in that moment.

"Okay, you're drunk. I'm taking you home." Steve was getting frustrated now, how dare she suggest something like that?

Y/N was standing her ground, insisting she stay. She knew Steve would run away from the conversation as long as he could and she wasn't going to let him. Everyone needed to accept that they got themselves into this ugly situation and they needed to finally do something about it. Waiting around was doing none of them any good, they were all growing restless anyway.

"I know you don't want to see it, but it's true. Maybe she loved you at some point, but now?" She scoffed, now that was the alcohol. "It's Johnathan, ask her."

"Come on, let's go."

She stepped further away, "I'm not going near her."

"Y/N, you're being ridiculous. Can you even hear yourself? This shit you're saying, i-it doesn't make any sense." He ran a hand through his hair, "Let's just go?"

"Leave with Nancy, I'm staying. You two need to talk anyway, I've provided an interesting topic."

"An interesting..." He laughed, now becoming angrier than anything. "Don't tell me, you're just jealous?"

Jealousy. It was the only way he could make sense of it. He wasn't wrong, but at the same time, he was completely off. Y/N couldn't deny that she was jealous of Nancy, she was, but she knew Nancy didn't love him. She didn't expect Steve to immediately believe her, she just knew he deserved to know. Y/N wouldn't lie about something like that because of jealousy, which he knew but the heat of the moment was building.

"I'm not... I mean, I was.. but no," She let out a breath of hot air. Her cheeks were pink, she didn't know if it was from the alcohol or embarrassment. "Steve, you can see it too. Hasn't she been more distant lately?"

"Nancy and I are fine." Steve knew that was a lie.

"Keep telling yourself that." She shook her head. "I only point it out because I care about you, Steve. I don't want to see you get hurt."

"Really? Then why are you saying this crap? Why are you telling me now that you love me?" His voice was weak, trying not to crack and crumble as tears welled. "Why didn't you say it sooner?"

"Why didn't you?"

She made a point, he had to admit. Why didn't he? He knew the answer, it was the same as her's. Fear. Neither of them ever wanted to live without the other. They allowed fear to take over, preventing them from ever even having the chance to be together. It was better to live in this fear and never be together than to lose to admitting some childhood crush.

"I—" his mouth opened and closed, he had no idea where to begin.

"It's fine," she cut him off before he could even really get started. "You're with Nancy now anyway, for whatever reason."

He blinked, confused. "Whatever reason? I love her, that's why I'm with her."

"I'm just not sure what there is to love." If she had stayed sober, as pre-party her planned, she never would've said that. She was finding it hard to regret saying it though. She definitely would regret it tomorrow.

"You don't have to like her but you don't have to be an asshole either." He scoffed, shaking his head. "You really are just jealous." Once again, he knew that wasn't true.

Y/N was many things at the moment, but jealous definitely wasn't one. Angry? Definitely. Disappointed? For sure. But jealous? No. Not anymore. Nancy was nothing to be jealous of. Sure, she was with Steve, but she didn't even want to be. She was in love with someone else but just picking the person that was easier to be with. That everyone expected her to be with. Y/N didn't want to be like that, so she wasn't jealous.

"Okay, you know what? I don't need this." Steve looked around, trying to find Nancy. "You wanna stay? Fine. I'll take Nancy home."

"What? Steve, no. Didn't you hear me?" Y/N stepped in front of him, blocking his view of anything else, of Nancy.

"I heard you, now get out of my way." He moved past her, bumping her shoulder as he went.

It was childish, he knew, but the whole thing seemed so childish. Fighting over, what? Some miscommunication? That's what it had to be, right? Y/N was just drunk, not meaning any of what she said. She was just messing with Steve, her drunk mind pulling whatever sort of pleasure from it. No. She wasn't like that, intoxicated or sober.

"Steve, wait!" Her call was desperate, she didn't care though. She was desperate, desperate for him to stay.

He didn't slow down. How the hell did Nancy slip away? When did she getaway, what way did she go? God only knows how far she got, or who she surrounded herself with. He couldn't think about those things, he just had to find her. His brain was already overwhelmed with countless other things brought to his attention that night.

"Steve, please! Just, just wait!" Her desperation grew. "If you go find her.... if you run to her, I'll know."

"Know what?" He snapped.

He turned to her, standing closer to her than she had allowed all night. His mind was scrambling to pick just one thing to focus on, it seemed impossible. He had to make sure Nancy was okay, that was a given. He also had to make sure Y/N was okay, another given. But what about himself?

Why was he even worried about them? Y/N was right, Nancy had lost interest in Steve at least three weeks ago, as if Steve wasn't counting. And Y/N, Y/N was being a grade A asshole. Neither of them really deserved his attention right then but he wouldn't stop giving it to them.

"What? What will you know?" He questioned again.

She inhaled, straightening her back. "I'll know you don't love me. That it's her. That even when it's no longer her, it'll be someone else. That I'm second best if that."

She wanted her words to sound confident, and in some weird way, they did. Steve knew she meant what she said, he just couldn't believe she was actually saying that. Her? Second best? No. She's always been his favorite person. Or she always had been, but everything seemed to be changing that night. Now, Steve wasn't sure what was true or right. He knew for sure that he had to talk to Nancy.

What he wanted, really wanted, was to just think. Not to lose anyone while he just got a moment to think. He couldn't even tell how he felt, his mind was screaming at him, reminding him of tonight's events over and over. He needed to get away, not search for Nancy or stay by Y/N's side.  He needed a moment to himself, just this once.

"We both know that you've always been my first choice."

"Do we?" She breathed out, "I don't know if that's even a good thing anymore."

He couldn't hear that on top of everything else, not then. He couldn't even take a second to himself, he had to find Nancy. He needed to know she was okay. That she did love him. That everything Y/N was saying was wrong. So he left Y/N standing there, refusing to look back.

After The Party

Maybe she never should've said anything, or maybe she should've said things differently. Her sober mind will surely have a fun time figuring that out.

He needed to know. He deserved to know. She'd repeat this to herself, over and over.

Did he deserve to hear his best friend say the things she had? She stepped out of line. She never should've commented on his relationship... right? Who knows how long Nancy would've continued to lie, it's good she told him. Is it though? Even if it is, she never should've made him think that his choice is one he should regret.

He never should've made it sound like he didn't care. Like he didn't love her or wasn't paying attention. He cared, he cared way more than anyone ever realized. He put everything into everyone else all the time, forgetting to step back and care for himself. That didn't make it okay for him to react the way he had. No one reacted in a good way to any part of what was going on.

Maybe she would forgive him easier than she expected. She had to consider his standing on the matter, something she couldn't do with a drunk mind. Maybe she'd forgive him, but would he forgive her?

-> part two

-> masterlist

[compromisedandconfused]

uh if you’re still doing the writing for the egos and stuff, could you do a Yancy x gender neutral reader where they try to convince Yance to go for parole after they escape but he keeps on telling them no. could maybe be fluffy at beginning but then get kinda angsty? have fun :)

from @paper-doll-liar

January:

“So, Yancy,” you said, as he sat down in front of you, “How are you?”

“I’s… I’s didn’t think youse was gonna come.”

“Well, I felt bad for leaving you here, and I wanted to check up on you.”

“Awww… you shouldn’t worry ‘bout me, I like it here.”

You couldn’t believe how someone could like prison, but you brushed past it. This wasn’t the time. “So… what do you do for fun?”

His mouth widened into a smile. “Youse first.”

February:

The guard escorted you to the visitation room, and you thanked her when she turned to leave, before sitting in your metal chair, wincing at the sound it made against the floor. You waited for the other guard to bring Yancy, wishing you had brought something to occupy your attention with. Although, you considered, anything you brought would likely be confiscated at security.

Settling in your seat, you tapped your fingers on the metal table, and began counting the specks on the old tile.

When you hit 51 (or was it 53?) you heard the door open, and you saw first the guard, then Yancy and his grin.

“How are the plants doing?” you asked as he sat down.

“Well, Samantha’s doin’ good, an I might have to move her to a bigger pot, so I’s been doin’ extra chores so’s the warden'll let me do it; but Johnathan’s lookin’ a little brown around the edges,” he pouted.

“Oh, I’m sorry…”

“Oh, no, I’m thinkin’ he jus needs a lil less sunshine; my boy’s more of a couch potato. How’s about yourself? Youse got a new partner yet?”

“No… it’s difficult to find someone who wants to do…” you chanced a glance at the guard, who stood by the door, “All that for the right reasons.”

“And what’s those?”

“The right reasons?” Yancy nodded. “Fun? Most people just wanna… make money, but that’s not what it’s about. Sometimes, life just needs an extra kick, y’know?”

Yancy nodded, a gleam in his eyes, fingers rubbing over the tattoo on his arm. “I know,” he said.

March:

“I dunno, Yance, maybe Johnathan just needs some love and affection?”

“Youse think I’m not already doing that?!” he said, all mock outrage behind smiling eyes.

“Maybe double down on it?” you tried.

“‘Double down on it,’ you says.” he grumbles.

The guard looks like he’s trying not to grin.

April:

“I’ve got a line in my head but the rest of the song won’t come!”

“Well, uhh, what’s the line? Maybe I could help?” you said, not really knowing how to help.

He studied you for a moment, before lightly singing, “Dance in the light, ‘neath the blue of the bloody moon.”

You considered this for a moment, not wanting to point him in the wrong direction.

“Maybe… maybe it’s about doing the things that most people will never do? Or,” you added, crossing out that first thought. “Maybe it's about something you’ll only feel once in your life?”

You bit your lip, hoping that was at all helpful.

Yancy stared at you. “Yeah Doll,” he said, “That could be it.”

You looked at him, then to the guard, who was Definitely Not Looking At You And Yancy. “I.. uh, you said you were gonna look into parole.. Have you? Cause… I think it’d be nice to go after that feeling with you.” Now it was your turn to Definitely Not Look At Yancy.

“I haven’t… maybe later.” You looked at him, and you could’ve sworn he looked like he was hiding. “Y’know, Jonathan’s finally started to look better!” he said.

“Oh? What was the problem, do you know?”

You both calmed as the tension left the room.

The guard seemed to relax as well.

May:

“I finally found a new partner!” you said as Yancy walked in, his guard in tow. They both perked up at this news.

“Oh? Whosit?”

“Someone looking for an adventure, which is good. He uhh… flirts a lot, which is fine, I don’t mind, and he has a weird attachment to this hat, but I think he’ll be fun to work with.”

“Oh.. that’s good. When uh.. When youse gonna start up?

“Well, we’ve started planning, and we’ll probably leave this week… but its not gonna be too long, so I can be back home in four weeks.”

“So youse can go on another adventure,” he said like he’d taken a bite of an uncooked lemon.

“Are you.. Are you jealous, Birdie?”

The guard didn’t bother trying to hide his grin.

“I need to be back in four weeks so I can visit you, dummy.”

“Oh.” you pictured a loading screen where his forehead was.

“We’re probably not gonna do any long… jobs… until-” you cut yourself off. “So, how's your song coming along?”

Yancy beamed.

June:

This time you counted 75 specks on the wall before Yancy and the guard (he looked like a Kevin, you thought) walked in, rather morosely. You didn’t spend time wondering why when you saw the bruises on Yancy’s face.

“Oh- Yance what happened?” you moved to stand, but he waved you back down as he took his seat. “Just a couple’a scrapes, Doll, nothing too bad.”

You took his hand. “I’m sorry, Birdie.” You weren’t quite sure what else to say.

He looked at you, before curling his fingers around yours. “How’d youses adventure go?”

“Will you tell me about the plants?” you asked.

“I’s gonna tell youse all about ‘em.” he said.

The guard looked ecstatic.

July:

“So how was this adventure?” he asked you.

“Nuh uh, you gotta tell me about Samantha and Johnathon! And the latest song!”

He pouted. “But I wanna hear about it!”

“Nope! You gotta sing me a song first, Birdie!” you leaned back, smug.

He shrugged. “Alright.”

August:

“So how’s parole coming?”

“It’s going,” Yancy answered. “So Samantha…”

September:

“... So Illinois sprained his ankle, so we’ll be grounded for a while.” You trailed your fingers along the tattoo on his forearm. “But once his ankle heals up, we might do a longer job. But I don’t-“ wanna have to choose between you and the job, your mind finished. “I hate only seeing you once a month, Yance.”

“Youse wanna come in here with me?” he joked, and you swatted at his arm. He softened a bit, and you could feel yourself melt in his eyes. “I’m tired of it too Doll. But… this is home.”

You still couldn’t understand that.

October:

You tossed Kevin a twix from the pile of candy Yancy had managed to scrounge up from…. somewhere. (You suspected he had sucked up to the chef, but he refused to say.)

Yancy was describing the costumes (“They’s gonna be paper, but I’s got me some colorin pencils!”) and you interrupted him to say, “You’re pretty.”

He paused, confused by the nonsequitur.

“Well I dunno about me, but what about youses handsome and beautiful face?”

Kevin held his unopened Twix, and beamed.

November:

“I’m thinkin’a gettin a new plant.”

“Oh? Do you know what kind?”

“Maybe a succulent? I dunno. I dunno what to even name the lil bud.”

“How about Birdie?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “I ain’t puttin you on a namin committee.”

You laughed.

December:

You pushed the succulent across the table. Yancy stared at you.

“I know you said you weren’t sure, so I got you some other stuff too,” you nodded at the solid red bag, the white tissue paper peeking out of it. “But I figured I should get it, and if you don’t want it, I can keep it.”

Yancy stared at you some more.

Kevin hugged his gift bag to him - assorted candies and some touristy magnets you had gotten on your adventures with Illinois.

“Youse a rare creature,” Yancy said, suddenly. “I .. Thank youse.”

He grabbed your hand.

You curled your fingers around his palm.

Kevin hugged his bag a little tighter.

You weren’t going to mention parole this time, you decided. You’d ask him about it next month.

January:

“I’s ain’t your project to make all pretty and stealable!”

“I only want what’s best for you, Yance-”

He grinned, and you saw shadows run across his face before they settled in his eyes, strands of gelled hair coming loose. Even angry he was still beautiful, and you pushed your seat back, but couldn’t stop yourself from leaning forwards. “Maybe, Doll, this is the best I can do. Maybe, I’s like it here. You think about that, about what I want?”

“Yance-”

“This is my home. I ain’t leaving. I dunno what you think I’s am, but I’m not youse’s.

“I’m just tired of seeing you behind bars, Yance, you-” deserve better, you didn’t say. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, as if you had answered every question he had.

“Then youse won’t be seein’ me, Doll. I ain’t leavin’ ‘em.” He stood from his seat, and Kevin took a step towards the door. You heard the clanging of his keys as he walked and you…. You had never been one to let sleeping dogs lie.

“Yancy,” you said, and thanked every deity you’d ever studied when he paused. “I’m sorry, Birdie.” You hadn’t realized how tense he was until his head shoulders dropped, and you saw the loose strands of hair wave in front of his eyes. He exhaled, and you almost thought you could feel it on your skin and you….

Were not going down that direction.

“I ain’t, Doll… I can’t be…”

“You-” why was your throat so damn dry? “You don’t have to be.

Kevin shifted in place.

Yancy nodded, and as he raised his foot to take another step forward, you said, “I’ll see you in four weeks.”

He set his foot down, and twisted his head just enough that he could see you.

Kevin looked intrigued.

“I’m not gonna leave-”

“Forget parole!” You stood and heard your seat let out an agonized scream against the concrete floor. “You… I… May- Ugh!” you started over. “Maybe we met at the wrong time, and I expect things that you can’t - and it’s not fair, that, and I thought parole - getting out was the best way, but I don’t know, and I can’t decide for you, and if this is your home, Yance, then I can’t…”

“I ain’t ready for parole - that leavin’ business. I dunno if I’m ever gonna be ready for that.

“Birdie, whatever you decide I’m sure you’re worth the wait.”

Finally, he turned to face you fully, and it was enough to make you smile. Kevin seem delighted as well.

“So,” you continued, “I’ll see you, in four weeks, and you’ll tell me all about Samantha, and Johnathon, and the new one -”

“Frederick,” Yancy supplied.

“Frederick, and the new songs, and I won’t bring it up again. But I will be there.”

He raised a brow. “Youse gonna come back, in four weeks.” He said it the way you might expect someone to say a platypus had married into the British Royal Family.

“I will,” you said, with finality.

He looked at you, studied you, and looked so much like the man you had fought in the penitentiary, willing to fight in the name of staying.

He was still that man, and you don’t know how you ever convinced yourself otherwise.

He must’ve found something, because he nodded, and turned to walk out the door. Before he followed him out, Kevin gave you a thumbs up.

It’s okay if Yancy didn’t believe you yet, you though. If you had met at the wrong time, then you’d wait for the right one.

[nobodyscarebutandyou]

The Protective- Chapter 2

The Protective

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader(slow burn) , Adora x Catra, Glimmer x Bow, Oc x Bruce Wayne.

masterlist

Part 1- New Life

Chapter 2- The Sister

"Sorry, what?" Y/N asks by looking at the family lawyer while leaning his elbows on the arms of the leather armchair, which to add is super uncomfortable.

"According to the legal documents prepared by Mrs Amelia L/N, Miss Y/N L/N must stay with her older sister, Samantha L/N, until the age of majority" 

Y/N felt the breath get stuck in his throat, his sister was no different. Sam was shocked, the curly-haired woman passes her hand in her hair and looks at her sister, who had not said a word after the lawyer repeated the guard's will. 

Passing his hand on his face, Y/N gets up, scratches his head, putting on his "I'm not obligated to take this shit" denim jacket, talks before leaving and slamming the office door. 

Sam recovers from the shock, holding the will to run after his sister, smiles at the lawyer with a fake yellow smile.

"Sorry about that, it's a shock to all of us, thank you so much for your work"

Sam and the lawyer shake hands, Jack hands the check and leaves the office along with his older granddaughter. 

Both stand in front of the office, Jack takes a box of cigarettes out of his pocket, puts one in his mouth and lights it with a metal lighter and smokes his cigarette, looking at the horizon, waiting for Sam to start talking.

"Shall we go after her?" 

"She needs time"

"You're going to..."

Sam speaks hesitantly and stops in the middle of the sentence, afraid to collapse this little reality 

"Fight for the Y/N guard? No... I can't take care of her. Maybe she needs some smoke in her lungs."

"Gotham's not bad, Grandpa"

"Says that to the crime rate"

Samantha rolls her eyes, Jack takes the keys from her pocket, throws the cigarette on the floor, steps on it to put it out and goes on to get into the truck, with Sam following her. 

Sitting in the passenger seat, the older sister of our protagonist observes the rural landscape of the small town in which she was born and grew up until her adolescence, the curly-haired brunette lets out a sigh and leans her forehead against the window, closing her eyes, she tries to imagine what her life will be like now, as responsible for her sister who apparently hates her.

Y/N finally arrives at her destination, the small park of her city, she sits on the swing and looks up at the sky, which was even clear for such a cold climate. She closes her eyes and lets out a sigh, so many things happened, discoveries, everything so fast, she felt so confused, everything she hoped now that fate had no surprise. 

Sam leans against the door of his mother's room, watching the place with a sad and distant look. Close your eyes and enter the room with small steps, stand still for a few seconds before opening your eyes, approach your mother's bedside table, and take the small photo frame, Sam passes his finger on the present faces, the photo was her mother,Y/N, her and her father.

The oldest of the L/N family holds the tears and bites her lip hard, despite running away from this... Small town life when she was young and having cut off contact after a few months-after a big argument-, Amy was still her mother and Sam loves her. 

"It's kind of weird.. come back without you here"

The brunette took a deep breath, didn't even know why she started talking to herself, as if her mother was still there 

" I.. When.. I figured I'd come back here, I... thought it would be different.. that would be you and me.. forgiving me for the things I said, drinking that horrible tea you insist on making, something about maintaining our English culture.. but know that tea with milk is horrible..."

Sam is silent for a few seconds before continuing "Mother... i'll try okay... I promise I'll try to take care of her"

" What are you doing?" Question Y/N with his voice angry and loud, almost screaming, which caused Sam to turn sharply toward the voice. 

She stares at Y/N's eyes, which were red- Sam concludes that her sister was crying and full of anger, as if Sam had invaded a sacred place when she was not worthy.

"She was my mother too" 

" Maybe, but I bet that was before you left us" 

" Y/N, I had no option...."

"Everyone has a choice" Interrupts the youngest, Sam takes a deep breath, trying to calm the angry feelings that grew in his heart and keeps his eye on his sister. 

"One day you will understand, now...  Go pack your things, in three days we'll be gone" 

Y/N rolls her eyes, but holds the urge to yell at her sister, because she knew it wouldn't do any good, then she snuffs and goes to her room. Sam lets out a sigh he didn't even know he was holding, looks at picture and whispers

"Give me mom strength" 

Millions of years ago

Etheria

It was after Hordak

"Adora?"

Adora finally comes out of her thoughts and looks towards her voice, smiles at the time seeing that she was her best friend, Glimmer.

"Hi.." 

"Is everythinh all right?"

Glimmer asks slowly approaching and placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. 

"Yes is.. I mean, of course everything's fine, everything's been fine since.. ""

Adora speech, her tone of voice increases according to what she felt, that she was confused and uncertain, but there was a voice, a voice telling her that she should go, go as far as possible, find other galaxies, explore and not stand still, without use, without feeling useful.

Sure, the blonde loves Bright Moon, her galaxy, the planets she explored along with her beloved and friends, loves her life as she is, but something hasn't seemed right since the conversation she owes with Mara years ago. Something about her was still incomplete, perhaps it's the fact that she never knew The First or see if her family was still alive.

"Defeat of the Hordak" 

completes the queen, who lets out a sigh

"What's going on Adora?" 

"I don't know" Confess the woman with clear eyes as she walks away from her friend and leans on the balcony of her room, she closes her eyes and lets out a sigh of frustration 

"I was satisfied with my life, I have everything and I will probably have more, I know I am blessed but there is something, inside me, saying that I need to go beyond what we know, go after the.. my family" 

"Adora..."

"I just need to know the meaning of this feeling, Glimmer.. " 

Adora looks at her friend, who lets out a sigh and approaches the blonde, standing next to her.

"Talked to Catra about this?"

" No... But she knows there's something bothering me." 

" Talk to her before making any decision and know that.. we will be here to support you, after all you are like a sister I never had"  

Adora smiles and hugs Glimmer, who reciprocates with a little force, something told him that they would all be facing a new adventure.

[atc74]

New Adventures

Warnings: Established poly relationship, fluff, pregnancy, birth, slight angst if you squint, fluff. 

Summary: Jared, Jensen, and Y/N give an exclusive interview, breaking the news of their relationship and pregnancy to the public. Baby is born and they celebrate Christmas. 

Pairing: J2 x Reader

Word Count: 1916

Beta’d by: no beta, all mistakes are my own. Images found on google and pinterest. 

A/N: This has a few time jumps in it to fit it in for the Holidays! This is the last installment of To New Beginnings, which originally started as most definitely not a request from @supernatural-jackles, who told me she would love to see me write a J2 x Reader. It has exceeded my expectations and I hope yours too!

As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families.

The days following the wrap party were filled with nerves for Jared, Jensen, and Y/N. After deciding to invite Samantha Highfill and Entertainment Weekly into their home, giving them an exclusive about their relationship and the baby, they were all excited, but definitely nervous. One month felt like a long time, but before they knew it, there was a camera crew set up in their living room.

“How do you feel now, having said goodbye to Dean and Sam Winchester, and Y/C/N?” Sam started off easy. 

“We’ve had this question at conventions before and even now, the answer is the same,” Jensen began. “It’s not goodbye. Sam and Dean have been a part of us for the last fifteen years. I know Dean as well as I know myself and he’ll always be here.” He patted his chest. 

“Jensen’s right. I was Y/C/N for only five years, but she’ll always be a part of me. We put so much of ourselves into our characters, that they’ll never truly be gone,” Y/N added. 

Jared cleared his throat, clearly already a little emotional. “Never. As long as we, and the Supernatural family, are around, they’ll always be here.” 

The easy questions continued for about thirty minutes, not that the next question Sam asked was difficult, but they all knew it was coming and this was the one they had prepared for all week. 

“So what projects are on the horizon for you guys? Jensen, what do you have lined up?” Sam looked to Jensen first. 

“It’s odd, you know? For the first time in twenty-three years, I am officially unemployed. I decided to take some time off, indefinitely. We’ll still be doing conventions here and there, and there’s the charity work, but I haven’t signed on for anything, filming wise,” Jensen informed her. 

“Nothing caught your eye, yet?” Sam assumed. 

“No, it’s nothing like that. We’ve all had some very interesting scripts sent to us, but for the time being, we’re concentrating on ourselves, our family, for the first time in a long time,” Jared added. 

“What about you, Y/N? You taking time off, too?” Samantha inquired, hoping at least one of them had some interesting news to share. “Tell me you’ve got some top secret role up your sleeve for us.” 

“There’s literally nothing up my sleeve, as you can see” Y/N laughed lifting her arms in her flowing tank, growing a little more nervous now that the attention was solely on her. “But I am taking on a new role before the end of the year.” 

“That’s great! Care to share some juicy details about your new role?” Sam exclaimed. 

“Well, I can tell you I am incredibly excited and terrified at the same time. It’s going to be a long term role, but I have the two best partners a girl could ask for going into it. It will be my most extensive and hopefully my most prominent role ever,” Y/N rattled. 

“Sounds exhilarating! Is the role filled with some badassery in true Y/C/N fashion?” Sam winked at her. 

“She will definitely be the badassest in this new role,” Jared laughed. 

“Dude, that is not a word,” Jensen sighed. “I think what Jared is not so eloquently trying to say is that while the role is still being developed, Y/N here will be amazing and more than perfect for it.”

“Thank you both. I know we’ve got you more than a little perplexed, Sam. It’s motherhood. I’m pregnant,” Y/N finally blurted it out. They hadn’t told many people, only their immediate family and close friends. It felt real telling someone they barely knew and only in a professional capacity. 

“What? Wow! Congratulations, Y/N! Who is the lucky man?” 

“Well, that’s another story altogether,” Y/N said quietly. Jared and Jensen immediately picked up on her increased nervousness. Each of them picked up one of her hands in theirs and held tight. 

“We are,” Jared and Jensen said at the same time. 

The look on the journalists face told them she definitely was not expecting their answer and it took a moment for her to pull her thoughts together. “The three of you are...together then?” 

“Polyamorus relationships remain taboo in this day and age, but throughout history they were quite common. No one person can give you everything you need. There are so many facets to a relationship and being someone’s everything is a hell of a lot of pressure, when you think about it. I personally feel that’s why more than half of marriages end in divorce. We’ve been together for about eighteen months now and every day keeps getting better,” Jared explained. “And the new roles we’ve embarked on are going to be our most extraordinary.”

“I’m thrilled to be a father. Scared as hell, but I know it will be worth every sleepless night,” Jensen interjected. 

“Do you know which one of you is the father?” Samantha asked. 

“We don’t know and we’re not going to find out,” Y/N began. “To us, it doesn’t matter. This baby will be loved beyond belief.” 

“Our DNA? Mine or Jared’s, won’t dictate how much love we already have for this baby. We’re halfway to meeting our little bundle of joy and none of us can wait to truly begin this new chapter of our lives,” Jensen elaborated. 

“It’s all about nurture for this baby. Nature will have nothing to do with it,” Jared added. 

The interview continued for a few more minutes and as soon as the door closed, Y/N collapsed into a heap on the sofa. “I’m exhausted!”

“That was intense, but you were great, darlin’,” Jensen sat beside her, pulling her feet into his lap and rubbing them gently. 

“I know we said we were ready, but now, I’m even more nervous,” Y/N admitted. “What if people hate us? They’re going to think we’re crazy!”

“Hey, hey now. We talked about this. Those that matter don’t care and those that care don’t matter, right? All that matters is how we feel and what we know to be the truth,” Jared reminded her, taking a seat as well, placing her head in his lap. “There will be haters no matter what, but there will also be a fuck ton of people that are really happy for us.” 

“I know and you’re right. Thank you. I’m going to take a nap, but we’re still going shopping for the nursery, right?” Y/N looked up at both her men and they nodded in agreement. Jensen covered her with a light blanket, both of them kissing her softly before letting her rest. They decided to finish cleaning out one of the spare rooms that they planned on for the nursery. The next four months would go by in the blink of an eye. 

~*~

“I hate you both!” Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs as another contraction seized her body and she pushed once again. Y/N had been admitted to the hospital four hours earlier after her water broke. 

“Darlin’, you’re doing such a good job. We’re so proud of you. Just a few more pushes and you’ll be done and we’ll have our baby in our arms, okay?” Jensen encouraged from his spot on her right. One hand under her knee, the other in a death grip in hers. 

“You’re so strong, baby. We love you so much,” Jared cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to her sweat soaked hairline. Her body relaxed slightly as the contraction eased, but he knew they weren’t done yet. 

“I love you. I’m sorry I yelled,” Y/N cried. Her body was sore and exhausted from the labor. She didn’t think she could go on and then another contraction hit. 

“Okay, Y/N, one more and the baby’s head should be out. Push hard for me,” the doctor instructed. “Dads, help her out, we’re almost there.”

Tears feel freely from her eyes as she bore down, Jared and Jensen each pushing her legs up and her back forward as she pushed. Screams tore through the room. Jared and Jensen caught each others eyes, both wet with their own tears, because they knew there was absolutely nothing they could do to make it easier on her. 

“Okay, the head is out! One more hard push, Mama, and your baby will be here,” the doctor informed them. A moment later, a cry sounded and it gave Y/N the strength to keep going. 

Y/N gave it her all and she felt the pressure ease. “It’s a boy!”

Born one week early on Halloween of all days, Jack Winchester Padalecki-Ackles weighed in at a very healthy eight pounds, three ounces and twenty-one inches long. Wrapped in a soft blanket, he slept peacefully in his mother’s arms, a bright orange pumpkin cap on his head. 

~*~

The room was lit only by the lights of the Christmas tree and the moon shining through the large glass windows overlooking the mountains of Vancouver. Y/N sat nestled comfortably on the sofa, nursing Jack before bed. Christmas had been a busy time for the new family with all three sets of parents visiting to spend time with them. 

Jensen carried a tray of hot chocolate and set it down on the table in front of her. As she shifted Jack over her shoulder to burp him, Jared swooped him up, Jensen handing her a steaming mug. “Take a break, darlin’.” 

An enormous belch escaped their baby and the three of them giggled softly. 

“Our first Christmas as a family is in the books,” Jared said quietly, Jack dozing in his father’s arms. 

“And a great Christmas it was,” Jensen added, taking a sip of his cocoa. 

“Mhmm,” Y/N agreed, yawning contentedly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “But it’s not over yet. Jen, would you check Jack’s stocking one more time, please?”

“What did you do now, Y/N?” he chuckled, getting up and moving to the mantle. He pulled a small package from inside the hand knitted stocking and returned to the sofa. 

“Well, open it!” Y/N insisted, the smile on her face growing with each passing second. 

Jensen tore the paper open and revealed a small flat box. Ripping the tape from the sides, he lifted the top and his eyes went wide as saucers. Jensen looked up from the gift, meeting her gaze first, then Jared’s. “Are you serious?” 

She nodded excitedly. “I know we didn’t exactly talk about it, but we also didn’t do anything to prevent it. By next Christmas, we’ll have another baby. Merry Christmas, Jen. And you too, Jared.” She leaned over kissing them both, before placing a soft kiss to the top of Jack’s head, his fine hair tickling her lips. 

Jared took the box from Jensen and looked at the small shirt inside. “Big brother.” 

“I’m loving this new adventure,” Jensen declared, wrapping his arm around Y/N tightly and kissing her lips. 

Jared reached over, taking her hand in his. “This really is the best adventure ever and there isn’t anyone I’d rather share it with than the two of you and our little ones.” 

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