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lunarbuck · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!avengers!reader (any race)

WC: 6.2k

Summary: When Stark Industries hires you to work with the Avengers, Bucky Barnes is assigned as your partner. The two of you don't see eye to eye, to say the least, but that all changes after one fateful night at a Tony Stark Party.

Warnings: swearing, descriptions of violence, description of injury, enemies to lovers, oral (f receiving), smut (p in v)

A/N: This is too long to be a one-shot,, it kinda very much got away from me but I figured I'd still add it to this series! I hope you all enjoy, please let me know what you think <3

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“God damnit, Y/N, we don’t have time for this shit,” Bucky’s harsh whisper carries across the room to where you are working.

“It’s fine, Barnes. You did your sniper shit; now it’s time for me to do my shit.” You continued picking the hidden lock in the ornate wooden desk. You grumble under your breath about how much of a dick he’s being and work your lock picking keys into the mechanism.

After a bit of wiggling, you hear a click. You turn the keys, and the sound of a drawer popping open above you confirms your suspicions. You slide out from under the desk and open the newly discovered drawer. Inside is a laptop, and judging by how much they had tried to hide it, that is what you have been looking for. You grab the computer and shoot a glare at Bucky. He is always doubting your abilities. “Let’s go, old man,” you say shortly, putting the laptop in your backpack and shouldering it on. Bucky rolls his eyes and starts leading the way back to the window you both had climbed in through earlier. His strides are longer, so he quickly gets farther away from you. You don’t bother trying to catch up.

Shots ring out from behind you, and you duck, grabbing your gun. You fire back, keeping behind a wall for shelter while Bucky continues on, already around the corner and probably far enough to not think anything of the shots. You are still too preoccupied with the agent attacking you to call for his help.

You quickly run out of ammo. You make a show of dropping your weapon and beg the man with your eyes to let you live. He does exactly what you want. The man approaches you, a wicked grin growing on his face. Your hand creeps slowly to the hilt of your knife at your waist. You let him get closer, waiting for the perfect moment. Right as he presses the trigger, you dive and stab the man in the leg, right in his IT band. He howls in pain and tries to shoot you again, but you are quicker, and you push the knife into his side. The man falls with a loud thud just as Bucky comes running back down the hall for you.

“Y/N, I--”

“Oh look, my knight in shining armor,” you say sarcastically, forcing the bile that’s rising in your throat back down. You wipe off your blade and push past Bucky. The window is still open from when you’d done the climb into the building, so you maneuver yourself out onto the siding and climb down. You are seething. How could he have left you like that?

You’ve been partners with Bucky for a few months, and missions have always been touch and go. The two of you are constantly bickering, picking on each other, and fighting about how to do stuff.

You only tolerate the man because Tony had quite the vision for you and the Winter Soldier. The whole idea was that Bucky would do his sniper spy stuff, and you’d go in and sneak around looking for hard drives or whatever you needed from that mission. So far, all your missions have been successful, but you can’t get past the smug look on that asshole’s face.

You stalk off to the car; a black SUV parked a few blocks from the building. You sit in the passenger’s seat, waiting for Bucky. He finally gets in the car, and you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. It's palpable how pissed both of you are.

The drive back is unbearable, and the second you arrive at the Tower, you go your separate ways. You aren’t an Avenger, so you don’t live in the same wing as Bucky, and you are incredibly thankful for that.

Your neighbor, Lee, always makes sure to check on you after missions. You don’t know what you’d do without them. Lee knocks on your door 30 minutes after you get back, giving you enough time to change out of your tactical gear and into a pair of sweatpants with a comfy shirt. They don’t bother waiting for you to open the door; they know it’ll be unlocked.

“How’d it go today with the old guy?” They ask, placing a bottle and two shot glasses down on your counter. You huff out a laugh as you head over to them.

“It sucked.” Lee pours two heaping shots of tequila and offers you one. You take it and tap glasses with Lee before downing the shot. It’s a tradition. A few shots after a tough mission always make you feel better. “He left me alone while I was getting shot at. What kind of partner does that?” Lee shakes their head and pours another shot for the two of you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Why don’t you just ask to get reassigned? I get it was Tony’s idea and all, but if you two don’t work well together, it isn’t worth it.” You take the shot and wipe at your mouth, scanning the kitchen for a chaser.

“That’s the thing, we do well together on the missions. If you ignore the bickering, we actually are a great team. We just don’t get along very well the rest of the time.” Lee nods but doesn’t really believe you.

“He’s also not so not so bad to look at,” Lee says quickly before taking a shot. Your jaw drops, but you have to agree.

“I mean, you’re right but don’t tell anyone,” you laugh loudly and try to push the image of Bucky out of your head.

He frequents your thoughts, images of him working out, taking down an agent, or literally just standing there looking like a fucking greek god. “Jesus, Lee, please don’t tell anyone.” You take your last shot and shake your head at Lee. They laugh along with you; your secret’s safe with them.

It’s getting late, and you have to debrief with Steve and Bucky in the morning about the mission. You can’t afford to be late or hungover for that. Lee heads out, and you make your way to bed, still pissed with Bucky.

“You did what?” Steve shouts after hearing about Bucky leaving you to deal with an attacker alone. Bucky just stares at you, lips pressed into a thin line. He doesn’t speak, but he doesn’t need to. His eyes say it all.

“It’s fine,” you say, standing abruptly from your chair. You can’t sit still anymore. “I’m fine. Nothing happened. Just don’t do it again.” The first part of your statement, you say directly to Steve. The second part, you spit at Bucky. It just fuels the fire.

“It’s not like I’d do that on purpose,” Bucky says, his voice getting louder.

“But you also didn’t come back for me. You were going to leave me there!” Steve looks between the two of you like he is watching a tennis match.

“I came back, Y/N! What else was I supposed to do? Magically sense that he was there and kill him for you?” You roll your eyes and open your mouth to respond, but before you can, he is speaking over you. “You’re a big girl,” he says, voice dripping with vitriol. “You can handle yourself. If you can’t, maybe you should rethink your profession.” He storms out of the room, letting the sting of his words settle.

Two weeks later, you are put on another mission with Bucky. It’s simple-- well, it was supposed to be. Everything is going wrong. There are more agents in the building than you originally planned for, and there are too many people guarding the hard drive you are after. You and Bucky are outnumbered. You take down as many of them as you can, but they just keep coming. While both of you and Bucky had called for backup, no one was coming to save you. You are in it alone.

The brief for the mission had been tense; you hadn’t spoken to each other since that day he told you to get a new job. He had no idea how much it hurt to hear him say that, literally the day before you had been defending him to Lee, and he just tore you down in an instant.

Ever since Tony had recruited you, you’d felt like you weren’t meant to be there. You didn’t have super strength, you weren’t bitten by anything, and as far as you knew, you hadn’t been injected with any super cool hero goo. You were just really good at stealing shit. It isn’t a superpower. It isn’t even something people could appreciate. But Tony saw something in you, so you had to believe that you were there for a reason.

Searing pain in your leg brings your thoughts back to the present moment. You dive out of the way and press yourself as tightly as possible behind a shelving unit, seeking cover from the onslaught of gunfire you are taking. Bucky is firing back, but his eyes are searching for you. He finds you pushing back against the wall, pressing on your leg. Blood seeps from your fingers out onto the floor. The click of his gun alerts him to the fact that he is out of ammo. He crouches down next to you, checking for more but comes up empty.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asks quietly, giving you a once over. He pulls a knife out of his pocket and flips it through his fingers. You nod and reach for your own knife, feeling it in your waistband.

“Help me up,” you say through gritted teeth, trying to push yourself up. Bucky shakes his head, but the men are approaching. You don’t have time to argue with him. “Right, I’m a big girl. I’ll just do it myself.” Bucky rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t have time for a snarky remark. The men are firing again. You force the pain in your leg out of your head and focus on the task at hand.

You pull the knife from your waistband and wait for the perfect moment to jump into the fight Bucky had started. The two of you make quick work of the agents, stabbing and slashing at them expertly. Once all the agents are down, pain floods your body. You have done a good job of pushing it away, but you don’t have the energy to keep it up. You fall back against the wall and press your hand to your gunshot wound.

“Are you gonna be able to get out?” Bucky asks, gesturing to the 8 flights of stairs you’ll have to descend to get out of the building.

“I’ll be fine,” you grunt, pushing off the wall and stumbling a bit. “Big girl, remember?” You walk past him, dragging your leg a bit. The thought of making the trek down the stairs makes you want to throw up, but you can’t let Bucky know that. He waits behind you, only walking down the stairs once you have gone.

“Let me carry you,” he mumbles, voice horse. You stop walking and face him, trying to keep your weight off your leg.

“Hell no,” you huff, laughing a bit at the proposition.

“Well, I doubt you could hate me more than you already do, so deal with it, I guess.” He passes you quickly on the stairs and goes to your side, sliding one arm behind your knees and the other on your back.

“Bucky, don’t--”

“You’re too slow on your own. I don’t want to be in this place longer than we need to be.” You can’t squirm out of his grip, and you can’t think of a witty response, so you just hold onto him as he carries you out.

You’ve never been this close to Bucky. You can smell his pine body wash mixed with his sweat; it is intoxicating. Finally, the two of you reach the bottom floor, but Bucky doesn’t set you down. He walks you all the way to the jet, putting you down in the co-pilot chair. A weird tension falls over the two of you, but it is different than the one that had been present earlier.

“Thanks,” you grumble, pushing through your bag, looking for your medkit.

“We’d still be up there if I hadn’t carried you,” he replies curtly as he readies the jet for takeoff. You find a large roll of gauze and wrap it around your leg to apply pressure. You don’t have the skills to do anything better, so that’ll have to do until you get back to the Tower. You try to get some sleep on the ride home. It’s about a two-hour flight, but every time you shut your eyes, you feel Bucky staring at you. After about 30 minutes, you get fed up with it.

“Can I help you?” You ask somewhat groggily. You turn your head and look at Bucky, raising your eyebrows to emphasize the question.

“I was just checking to see if you’re okay; I thought that’s what you wanted.” He huffs a little bit and focuses back on the flight.

“God, you’re infuriating,” you mumble, turning in your seat, so your back is to the man. The rest of the trip is spent in silence, and you can finally fall asleep.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bucky says gently, shaking your shoulder a bit to wake you. “We’re back.” You rub your eyes, trying to shake the sleep from your body.

“Okay.” You push yourself up from the chair but immediately fall, crumpling into Bucky’s body. He catches you and holds you up, but you try to push away.

“You can’t walk,” he says, pulling you back into his arms. Without asking, he picks you up and starts to carry you off the jet. Neither of you speaks, and the silence that falls over you is surprisingly comfortable. All you hear is the sounds of his heavy boots on the steel floor and the soft whirring of his metal arm in his jacket. You rest your head on his shoulder, and Bucky inhales sharply, holding his breath. He carries you into the elevator and down to the medical wing, dropping you off gently onto one of the open beds.

“Thanks,” you say to him somewhat awkwardly. One of the doctors walks over and quickly starts treating your wounds. You shoo Bucky away, not wanting him to be around for when you had to take off your pants. He makes himself scarce but can’t help but pace outside in the hallway until you are discharged. It is a quick fix, and you’ll be back on your feet soon, so you are able to hobble your way back to your room all on your own. A message from Tony on your phone alerts you to at least two weeks of desk work, but then you’ll be back in the field just in time for his next lavish party.

You have a love-hate relationship with Tony’s parties. You like getting drunk, but you don’t like the whole interacting with other people thing. Normally, most agents don’t go to the parties, it tends to just be the Avengers and the higher-ups, but since you are partners with an Avenger, you have to make an appearance. Tony insists that you and Bucky make your rounds and talk to all the important people. You will tolerate it, hooking your arm around Bucky’s, smiling and nodding along to what the man says to everyone. The second you are done with everything, you and Bucky will go your separate ways.

That’s the plan for tonight’s party as well. Get in, get drunk, get out.

Easy.

Lee helps you get dressed; they love doing your hair and makeup. You decide to wear a short lavender satin dress with a low back, the fabric pooling just at the base of your spine. It is a bit more skin than you are used to showing, but you don’t have many dress options. You’re somewhat wary of showing off your stitched-up wound, but it’s healing nicely, and you are set to get the stitches out in a few days. You slip on a pair of heels and take a shot with Lee for good luck before heading out. Perks of living in the Tower: no commute home.

You make your way to the 50th floor where the party is being held and are greeted by the loud sounds of dancing, mingling, and music. Stepping out of the elevator, you immediately look for the bar. You make a b-line for it and order yourself a vodka soda, taking it from the bartender, thankfully. A hand on your lower back makes you shiver, and you spin around to face the owner of the hand. Bucky.

“You look nice,” he says, leaning in close. You continue to sip at your drink and roll your eyes.

“Thanks, Grandpa,” you reply.

Suddenly, Tony’s voice pierces through the noise of the party, and you and Bucky visibly cringe. “Ah, my favorite broody pair. What’re you two doing hiding out over here? You know the rules, make your rounds and then get shit-faced.” He claps the two of you on the shoulders and you down the rest of your drink, earning a scoff from Tony.

You set down your glass and try to link arms with Bucky, but he has different plans. His hand slides into place on your lower back, gloved fingers reaching to your waist. You inhale sharply, but he’s already walking and pushing you lightly to stay next to him.

The two of you make your rounds, talking to investors and big-shot corporate people, but you can barely focus on anything other than Bucky’s hand pressing against your skin. Even through the leather gloves, you can feel the heat of his hand.

Finally, the two of you make your way back to the bar, but Bucky’s hand doesn’t leave your skin. He orders you another drink which you sip at, trying to ignore how close Bucky is standing to you.

“Why are you so grumpy tonight, doll,” he asks somewhat sarcastically. You lean against the bar and look up at him, glaring a bit.

“I’m not grumpy; I just don’t like parties. We’ve been to enough of ’em together. You should know that by now.” You down the rest of your drink and motion to the bartender for another.

“If you hate ’em so much, why do you dress up so nice?” You scoff; he keeps complimenting you. It’s weird.

“Because if I didn’t, Tony would have my head.” The bartender brings you a new glass, and you push the ice around with one of the little black straws.

“And here I thought you were doing it all for me.” He laughs and presses a little firmer on your waist with his fingers. You huff a little and shift your footing. “Aw, am I ruffling your feathers, pretty girl?”

“What’re you playing at, Barnes,” you ask, sipping your drink and trying to ignore how much you like it when he calls you that.

“Am I not allowed to compliment you?” He smirks, and you know you’ve been caught.

“It’s just that you’ve never been all that nice to me, so it’s just--” you take a sip as you try to find the word. “New, I guess.” Bucky laughs and sips his own drink, which you think is kind of weird considering the man can’t get drunk. The song changes to something more upbeat, and a woman makes her way to the bar.

“Hey, Buck,” she says, putting a well-manicured hand on his arm. “You wanna dance?” Bucky looks uncomfortable but forces a smile and walks out to the floor with her. You shiver in the absence of his hand on your back but push the feeling from your mind. So what? Bucky’s a dick, and you don’t care what he thinks or who he dances with.

You watch him dance with the scantily clad woman. She wraps herself around him, grinding against him, but his gaze isn’t on her but instead staring straight ahead. His jaw is tense, and his hands never touch her, only hover above her skin. You still hate the sight, but since when did you care?

“Y/N, right?” You tear your gaze away from Bucky and the woman, shifting it to the man who has approached you. It takes you a moment to remember his name, but after a few seconds, it comes to you.

“Yeah, Jon?” He nods and gives you a not-so-subtle once over, eyes lingering on your exposed skin.

“How about a dance?” You feel eyes on you, and over Jon’s shoulder, you can see Bucky staring daggers in your direction. It’s enough motivation for you to accept the invitation.

“I’d love to dance.” You grab Jon’s hand and pull him out onto the dance floor, still within Bucky’s line of sight.

You press yourself against Jon, who is happy to hold you close. You aren’t dancing as sexily as the woman with Bucky, but it’s enough to piss him off. Jon is pretty into it until Bucky approaches. He grabs your arm and pulls you away from Jon, much to your dance partner’s dismay. Jon makes no attempt to fight for you, though, and makes his way over to Bucky’s abandoned dance partner. You try to wiggle out of Bucky’s grip, but there is no escaping him. He pulls you into the elevator and jabs at one of the buttons.

“What the hell was that?” He asks, still holding onto your arm. His grip is tight. It’ll probably leave a bruise.

“The fuck, Bucky, I was just dancing,” you say, noticing that Bucky has pressed the button for the top floor. “Why are we going to the Avengers floor?” The doors open, and he drags you out and into the main room. It’s deserted since everyone is down at the party. It’s strange for it to be so quiet.

“I just wanted somewhere quiet to talk,” he replies, releasing your arm. You rub at the skin he had been holding onto. It’s sore from his grip.

“You could’ve just said that. I would’ve gone with you.” He scoffs a bit and rolls his eyes at you.

“You hate listening to me; we both know that.” He’s right; you do hate listening to him. But what you hate more is when he’s right.

“Oh come on, Buck, what’s wrong?” You ask, leaning your back against the wall. Bucky paces around in front of you, obviously thinking about something.

“What were you doing with that guy?” He takes his gloves off and tosses them onto a table a few feet away.

“We were just dancing; what were you doing with that girl?” You ask, voice a bit higher-pitched than you hoped it would be.

“She was dancing. I was too busy watching your display with that Jon guy.” He takes a few steps toward you, standing close again. You can smell his cologne; it makes your knees weak. “You don’t seriously like that guy, do you?” You don’t, but you kind of like how messed up Bucky is over this.

“So what if I do? It’s not like I’m with anyone right now.” Bucky shrugs off his suit jacket and drops it unceremoniously to the ground. You’ll never admit it, but he looks really good like that. The disheveled assassin look is very hot.

“You think that guy knows how to treat you, right? How to take care of you?” His voice drops toward the end of the statement, and he steps closer. He is inches from you, close enough to touch.

“Oh, and you think you do? That’s real funny, Buck.” He places his metal arm next to your head, leaning against the wall.

“Who says I don’t? It’s not like you’ve given me a chance to show you.” You suck in a breath; his face is so close to yours. It feels like his eyes are about to swallow you whole.

“What d’you mean? You’re always so mean to me. You hated me from the second I got here.” You feel yourself deflate a little at the thought of meeting Bucky, having him reject you instantly. He had even asked Tony for a new partner in front of you on that first day.

“I’ve never hated you, Y/N, it’s just--” He licks his lips as he thinks of what to say next. “I’ve never worked with someone other than Steve.” You don’t like his explanation. “I didn’t wanna hurt you or put you in a bad spot. Plus, you’re so cute when you’re all worked up.” You drop your eyes, unable to stare into his anymore. Bucky chuckles, stepping one of his feet in between yours.

“You should’ve told me you didn’t hate me,” you say, voice a bit raspy. “Maybe I would’ve been nicer.” You know that you probably still would’ve been snarky; it’s just the kind of person you are.

“I didn’t think I’d like you as much as I did,” he says, bringing his flesh hand up to brush a piece of hair out of your face. “So I kept it up, hoping that you’d distance yourself from me. I’m not much of a people person.” His hand comes to rest at the nape of your neck, thumb pressing gently at your jaw.

“So what, is this your big confession?” You say, trying to hide your nervous excitement. You’d never said it out loud, but you’ve always had a bit of a crush on the man. You like how he teases you, and sure sometimes he takes it a bit far, but so have you. It isn’t a one-sided thing, but the day he told you to get a new job had been a new level. You really thought he’d hated you.

“Sure,” he says, and before you can respond, he presses his lips to yours. You gasp a bit against the kiss, but he angles your head with his hand to fit against him better. The kiss is hot, passionate, and full of everything you’ve been feeling for the past few months as his partner.

Your hands wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His hands find their way to your back, arching it off the wall. You moan softly into the kiss, face heating. You didn't mean to make that noise.

“God, if you wanted me that bad, you just had to say so,” Bucky says against your lips. He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He holds you close, supporting your hips and back with his strong hands. Bucky walks you to his room, kicking the door open. He tosses you down onto his bed, and you land with a little squeal.

He’s on you in an instant. Kissing you, hands tangling in your once-styled hair. Your hands roam all over him, feeling his build through his thin shirt. Eventually, your fingers find the buttons on the front of his shirt. You make quick work of them and pull the fabric from his body, and he happily discards it on the ground. Bucky stares down at you, eyes hungry and dark. He looks like a fucking god, and it makes you want him that much more. His hands run up your legs, pushing your dress up and up until your panties are exposed.

His hand grazes over your gunshot wound, and immediately the fire inside you is doused. Bucky sees it, and you can tell his focus is entirely on your stitched-up flesh. His fingers trace the bandage; it’s something Banner had come up with. The stitches and bandages are clear, so observing the wound’s healing is easier. At this moment, though, you wish Bucky couldn’t see the damage to your leg.

“Buck,” you whisper, placing a hand over his, covering your stitches. “Where’d you go?” You ask quietly. It’s something he asks you when he catches you spacing out on the jet. You say it in an attempt to make him smile, but all he does is shake his head.

“This is my fault,” he says quietly. You push yourself up to sit and reach a hand up to Bucky’s face. He leans his head into your hand, but his eyes stay on your leg.

“I don’t blame you, Buck. It’s part of the job; you did what you could.” His eyes flit back to yours, and you see the storm clouds rolling in his usually bright blue eyes. Before that moment, you hadn’t gotten around to mentioning that you don’t hold a grudge about that day you’d been ambushed.

Shit happens. It’s impossible to be everywhere all at once. You know that.

“I’m a shitty partner,” he says with a dry chuckle. You know he doesn’t mean for it to be funny, but you laugh a little anyways. He stares at you in surprise, but you ignore the look. Instead, you push yourself to sit up. You crawl on top of him and push his chest back, so he hits the mattress with a little oof .

Bucky watches as you lean over him and press gentle kisses to his forehead, nose, cheeks, jaw, and collar bones. His eyes are wide with disbelief, and honestly, if you weren’t right here kissing him, you’d have a hard time believing it too.

Without realizing it, you’ve begun to focus your affection on his left shoulder, where skin meets metal. You’ve heard Bucky talk about how much his arm affects him. It’s a constant reminder of his past, of the person he tries so hard not to be anymore.

You show him how beautiful you think it is.

“Don’t talk about my partner that way,” you mumble against his skin. Though the words are quiet, you know Bucky has heard them. You continue kissing down his abdomen, planting one on each rib, on that little trail of hair that leads below his belt. As you’re about to unbutton his pants, Bucky grabs you and pulls you back up, so you’re face to face with him. You can feel his cock pressed against your center, and you shiver at the pleasant pressure it provides.

Bucky grips your hips tightly, and the pressure makes you want him even more.

“Fuck,” he mutters, shifting your hips to grind against him ever so slightly. Something snaps in him, and you practically see the shift. Bucky’s fingers find the edge of your dress and tug it up off of you before discarding it on the floor.

His eyes take in every inch of your exposed skin. Your first instinct is to cover up, but under Bucky’s gaze, you feel confident. You give Bucky a smile, and he flashes one right back, though his is much more mischievous than yours.

Before you get a chance to ask him of his plans, Bucky flips the two of you over, so he’s got you caged between his arms. He kisses you briefly on your lips before trailing his mouth down your body, nipping at your skin as he moves. When he settles between your legs, he looks like a man starved. Bucky whispers something to himself that you can’t hear then spreads his tongue along your core. His breath is hot on your sensitive skin, and you can’t help but grip his hair in your fingers.

He works you expertly, bringing you to your peak after only a few moments. No one has ever made you feel this way. Your thoughts swim; you can only think of Bucky and his talented tongue.

“Please, Buck,” you groan, not even sure why you’re begging. You know he’s going to give it to you; he’s going to make you come. And he does, he picks up his pace, focusing on what makes you squirm, and with a final tug on his hair, you come undone. Pleasure washes over you, and you moan loudly, not caring who hears.

When Bucky kisses his way back up your body, you feel warmth spread through your body. He smiles at you again, and you tug him down to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips, and it spurs you on.

“Can I fuck you?” He asks through gritted teeth. His question takes you by surprise, but you nod a few times, put in a trance by his eyes. They shine so brightly. He kisses you again quickly before grabbing a condom out of the nightstand drawer. Bucky mutters to himself under his breath as he rolls the condom then lines himself up with you. He swears under his breath, and all you can do is stare up at him.

“Please,” you whisper, gripping his arm tightly.

You watch him roll the condom over himself and try not to groan at the sight. You can’t believe that less than an hour ago, you were convinced he hated your guts.

Bucky positions himself between your legs, and the sight takes your breath away. “Fuck,” you whisper as he pushes into you. Bucky huffs out a laugh at your reaction; he can’t seem to get enough. He leans in to kiss you, reassuring you as he pushes into you. The stretch is perfect, and he fills you better than anything you could’ve imagined.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers against your lips. You can’t formulate words, so your reply is a jumbled mess of whimpers and moans. Bucky grins into the kiss, threading his fingers into your hair. Bucky uses the grip to hold you still as he ravages your mouth. His teeth scrape your lips, and you moan at the action, not bothered by how loud you are. He rocks into you, not pulling out but just keeping himself seated deep inside of you.

Your brain feels like it’s short-circuiting as electricity courses through you. Bucky sets a deep, steady pace that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. No one has ever fucked you like Bucky is now; you didn’t know people could even be this good at it.

Somehow, Bucky can read you like a book. He kisses your lips sweetly and whispers that you don’t need to talk. Just let him do all the work. You’re not even sure you can move even if you want to.

Your hands wander over his back and shoulders, feeling his skin and scars. They explore his shoulder, the mechanism fusing skin and metal, and a shiver travels down Bucky’s spine. It spurs him to move faster, and waves of pleasure wash over you.

You get closer and closer to your release, the way Bucky is working your body, hitting all the right spots, is perfect. There’s just enough friction against your clit to make you see stars, and as you near your orgasm, Bucky kisses down your neck, sucking on the soft spot just below your jaw.

“Oh my god, Bucky,” you whimper, sucking in a breath. “I’m so close,” your voice is barely audible, but he can still hear you.

“I know, I know,” he comforts, pressing you further into the mattress. “I need you to come for me. You gonna do that?” You nod your head quickly, screwing your eyes shut. “Needta hear the magic word.” Frustration creeps into your thoughts, but it doesn’t stick around long. You want to come more than you want to pick a fight.

“Yes, Bucky,” you say through a groan. “Please.” The word flips a switch, and Bucky changes his approach, his pace speeds up, and his metal fingers find your clit. Your eyes flutter open for just long enough to see Bucky’s bright blues flash.

“Atta girl.” You can’t hold eye contact for long, your orgasm washes over you, and you lose any coherent thoughts in your mind. Bucky follows you a few moments later, collapsing on top of you once he’s spent.

When you finally come out of your post-orgasm haze, you find yourself combing your fingers through Bucky’s hair. He is tracing shapes on your abdomen and legs, tickling you but not in an uncomfortable way.

“Do we have to pretend to hate each other tomorrow?” You ask quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace that has easily fallen over the two of you.

Bucky shakes his head. “No, they probably already know.” You furrow your brow and stick your hand out, feeling around for your phone. You find it shoved under a pillow, but you’re not sure how it got there.

You unlock it and find a few texts, but the one that stands out is from Lee, “Can’t say I didn’t see it coming… I expect a full report ASAP ;)” You roll your eyes and toss your phone toward the edge of the bed. Explaining everything can come later. Figuring out your feelings can wait.

Right now, all that matters is the feeling of Bucky’s skin on yours, of his whispered words on your lips.

Easy.

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shrekisshrimpthesimp · 3 years ago

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War of Hearts

Erwin Smith X FReader

Word Count: 2,949

Warning: ANGST 😇, also this is my very first attempt at smut lol 👼, this is trash most likely haha, aot canon timeline is not followed hahahahehehe

A/N: you ever had those times when you hear a song and all these ideas for a fic just come rushing inside your head lol ok this was inspired by War of Hearts, a song by Ruelle, and clearly I got carried away haha

'Is your mission clear, sweetheart?', he whispered in your ears, his breath intoxicated with cigarettes.

'Yes', you replied as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. His hand caressing your naked body. His palm fondled your breast while his other hand grabbed your jaw to face him.

'This mission is yours to complete Y/N. I'll trust you won't let me down. Now, look at me', he commanded as he lifted your face, staring directly into your eyes. 'Tell me Y/N, who's the target?'

'Erwin Smith.'

'And what is it that you will do to him?'

'Assassinate him.'

'And why would you do that?'

'To avenge my father.

And to avenge me.'

'Good girl.'

The rain was pouring hard on this dark, cold night. But you were wrapped in the warm embrace of your lover. The man you were supposed to kill. As you nestled against the crook of his neck, with your bare bodies pressed close to each other, the conversation with the man who hired you loomed in your head. You are so close to him. You could easily slit his throat at this very moment. But you can't bear to do it. You weren't supposed to fall in love. That was not part of the plan. The stoic and tough commander, no one ever thought someone would be able to break his walls. But you did. You cunning, wicked woman. The cruelty of the world underground has trained you to soften the hardest of hearts, to tweak the logical minds and to manipulate the innocent souls. That's how you got Erwin Smith wrapped around your fingers. But you wish it was all that. But fate is cruel. You thought you were the wicked one. Yet fate is more evil. How could fate send you to a man who was the gentlest soul you've ever known? How could fate send you to a man who has the warmest touch you've ever felt? How could fate send you to kill a man who has loved you with all his heart, body and soul? All your life, you've known cruelty but not until this very moment. You thought cruelty was all the beatings, the bruises, the rapings and the tortures. But no, there was far more worse cruelty. And tonight you realized what that is. Being caught up in a forbidden love.

You raised your head from the crook of his neck. You cupped his cheeks and whispered into his ears, 'The moon looks beautiful tonight doesn't it?',. Your warm lips pressed a kiss on his forehead and slowly lifted his hands on your waist and removed yourself from his embrace. You got up, careful not to make any sound and dressed yourself. Before opening the door, you looked back at him. He was sleeping peacefully, as if he wasn't lying with a traitor just a few minutes ago. The guilt in your heart torments you. As you left his room, the corridors were silent. Only the crackling of the burning fire can be heard. The light was dim but you noticed the shadow of a man. When you looked up, you discovered humanity's strongest soldier. He was leaning against the wall, staring into the dark, rainy sky.

'Captain, I did not expect to see you here', you uttered in surprise.

'Tsk, I know he's fucking you, but I don't trust you Y/N.', he glared into your eyes and walked past you, 'I'm watching you'.

His statement shocked your core. Captain Levi has never been a trusting person. But you were careful, you made sure no one ever finds out. Yet the fact that you came from the underground made Levi more suspicious of you. As someone who came from the underground himself, he knows what kind of people the underground breeds. You haven't done anything alarming, yet, but with his growing suspicions, you have to act now and complete what you were supposed to do. You clenched your fist as tears began rolling into your eyes.

—

'There's a traitor among us Erwin', Hange exclaimed, slamming her hands against the commander's desk.

'I am aware Hange', the commander calmly responded.

'Then we have to act now! You're their target Erwin. Who knows they might've already sent someone to assassinate you', Hange told him.

'What do you think Levi?', she asked the captain.

Levi looked at her in silence then he turned to Erwin, 'Tsk'.

'I already have my eyes on someone', Erwin revealed.

'Then tell us Erwin!', Hange demanded.

'I can't Hange. We have to be careful', he told her.

'I trust your judgement, Erwin', Levi sternly expressed to the commander. And he left, Hange following him.

Erwin sighed. He hated this. He hated that he knew. He hated this gamble. He hated that his gamble is you. You were his sweet, little Y/N. The woman he never would've thought would open the doors to his closed heart. The love he never expected to find in this cruel world. When you came to the regiment, you were just another soldier in his eyes. But you charmed him with your wits and your strength. And before he knew it, he was captivated by you. And he knew that you felt the same, but did you?

—

Erwin knocked on the door to your room but there was no response. When he opened it, you weren't there. On days like this, when you are nowhere to be found, he knows exactly where to find you. To your secret hideaway. An abandoned cottage beyond the forest near the regiment's headquarters. But Erwin knew who used to own the property before. Lovof, he was called. A nobleman whose greed wanted to destroy the country of Paradis. But Erwin got to him first, causing his downfall. As to how you discovered that place, Erwin is uncertain. Lovof had that property built as a gift. Erwin only had suspicions. Suspicions he doesn't know if he can rely on. But that place has also become a special one for him. It was not just your hideaway but it was also his. It's the place where he is not the tough, stoic commander, but the warm and gentle lover. The moon has always looked beautiful from that place. It was also where you shared your first kiss together, and many more firsts after that. It has slowly become a home for the both of you, a world away from the grueling harshness of military life.

And you were there, sitting just outside the cottage. The moon's brightness illuminated the beautiful features of your face. You looked gorgeous like a goddess, basking under the moon's glory. When you heard someone approaching, you slowly looked their way.

'Erwin', you called him.

'I-', before you could finish what you were about to say his lips crashed into yours. Kissing you fervently and hungrily. You opened your mouth and allowed his tongue to explore the warm caverns of yours. And as you were running out of breath, he broke the kiss, grabbed your hand and led you inside. He hurriedly closed the door and pushed you against it. His left hand lifted the cheeks of your ass as he settled himself between your legs. His thick thighs directly against your clothed cunt. He was nibbling your neck, leaving marks as he guided your waist to grind into his thighs. His hand then found the buttons of your uniform, removing them revealing your chest. In a matter of seconds he unclasped your bra and his mouth sucked on your breasts while his other hand massaged your other boob. You moaned at the sensation. The sound you created only turned him on more. His lips pressed into yours again, your hands wrapped around his neck and he carried you into the bed. As you lied with your back against the mattress, he undressed himself. Removing his white polo, his pants and setting his throbbing cock free from its fabric constraints. He looked at you like a predator about to gobble up his prey and pulled your pants down, tossing it on the floor with your underwear. His index finger gathered the slick from your wet folds as he slowly inserted two digits in your dripping cunt. When he was sure you were stretched enough, he guided his cock into your pussy. His thrusts were slow at first but when you looked at him with those eyes begging for more, he slowly pulled out his cock and rammed it back again. Only this time, faster and rougher. You held into his strong biceps as he pounded into you like a beast. But you loved the feeling. You crossed your legs at the back of his waist, locking him and pulling him in. You were close, he could feel it, as you tightened against his cock and as your grips became stronger. And he was too, his cock was twitching inside your pussy. And with a few more thrusts you came undone and as he fucked you through your high, he grunted as he realeased his cum inside you. His lips found yours and he kissed you passionately. It was slow and filled with desires, of unspoken feelings. Then he pulled out and crashed beside you and pulled you into his embrace. His big hands gently caressing your tiny back. He held you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And you laid like that for quite a while. No words spoken, just two forbidden hearts beating for each other. Then he finally said something.

'Do it Y/N', he whispered in your ears.

'What?', you got up in surprise. 'What are you talking about Erwin?'

'Do what you were sent here to do, my love', he gently cupped your cheeks. The look in his eyes is the look of a man who has completely succumbed to his fate. A look you never would've imagined you'd see in Erwin's eyes. But there he is, before you, in his most vulnerable state, prepared to die in your treacherous hands. Today was the day Erwin decided to confront you. He was a brilliant strategist. A brilliant commander. A brilliant man. He could've come up with plans that are much preferable than him dying. But if he's not the one to die, then it would be you. If you get convicted with treason, death penalty awaits you. Or if you put up a fight, he was sure Levi wouldn't hesitate to kill you. And he doesn't want that. He doesn't want you to get hurt, he wants to protect you. In this very moment, love has weakened the strongest commander. His rational mind lost to the love he felt and his heart. And he has no regrets. He came here and made love to you accepting that tonight is the night it all ends.

Tears slowly began falling from your eyes and he gently wiped them. The decision to end him has been tormenting you, but he has made that choice for you. He didn't want you burdened by such choices anymore. You despised this. But there was no other way.

You took something from the bedside table. And looked at him.

'I'm sorry.'

He smiled at you. You injected the syringe and he closed his eyes.

—

Erwin awoke feeling the sting of a hard slap on his face, followed by a hard punch.

'Zeke, stop', a familiar voice pleaded.

When he looked up he saw you holding the blonde man back.

'I told you to kill him Y/N. But you brought him back here, alive. He's mine to kill now. As to how, that's up to me', he glared at you.

He started kicking Erwin mercilessly.

'Look at you, the high and mighty commander of the military looking so helpless in front of me. Too bad, you fell for the vixen I sent to kill you', Zeke smirked looking down at Erwin.

'Oh by the way Y/N, before he dies won't you do the honor of telling him your real name?', Zeke told you.

You looked down, ashamed to look at the beaten man in front of you. 'My name…is Y/N Lovof'.

Erwin's eyes widened. You were Lovof's daughter. The daughter of the man he sent to his death.

'Yes, that's right Commander. She's the daughter of the nobleman you doomed. His father was lucky, dying easily like that. Meanwhile his daughter left to starve and fend for herself. Eventually finding herself sold to human traffickers in the underground. Slaved, beaten, tortured, raped, b-'

'Stop it Zeke!', you screamed.

'What now Y/N? Are you ashamed of your past?', Zeke chuckled. 'Don't worry Y/N, with his death, Paradis will fall and the Yeagerists will rise. We'll rule this nation Y/N, and all those who've caused you pain, we'll eliminate them. One. By. One.', he whispered in your ears.

You glared at Zeke, turning your back on him and leaving the room where he chained up Erwin. You couldn't bear to kill the man you love so you drugged him to make him lose his consciousness and brought him to Zeke. You thought that if he dies in Zeke's hands, you won't feel as guilty. But you were wrong. You felt so guilty you wanna throw up. This was how it was supposed to be. This was how you're supposed to avenge your father and yourself. This is what you wanted wasn't it?

—

'I'm getting bored, Commander. I think I'll kill you now.', Zeke said while loading bullets in his gun.

And as he directed the gun on Erwin's forehead, he heard gunshots coming outside the room. This was his private estate. No one was supposed to know where this place was. No one. Unless, someone betrayed him.

'Y/N!', Zeke shouted as he raced out of the room, leaving Erwin chained up.

When Zeke went outside, he saw a familiar face coming inside.

'Look at your current state Erwin. It's disgusting', Levi told him as he unbuckled his chains.

'How did you know where I was Levi?'

'I'll tell you later, let's go.'

Levi assisted him, going out of the room.

As they were about to escape, Zeke maniacally shouted.

'Commander!'.

Erwin and Levi turned around and they saw you, Zeke hostaging you, his gun directed at your head.

'I won't let you leave easily', Zeke chuckled. 'Your life or hers? Choose.' he grinned.

You caught Zeke by surprise when you kicked him and elbowed him in the face, setting yourself free from his hold. And as you held him back, you looked at Erwin.

'Go!', you shouted.

Erwin hesitated and reached out for you but Levi grabbed him.

You were strong. But Zeke was stronger, it was getting hard holding him down. But you had to make sure they were far enough.

'You're a traitor through and through Y/N', Zeke snarled at you.

'I'm tired Zeke', you told him, tears falling down from your eyes. You looked outside and saw that they were finally in a safe distance. You slowly let Zeke go and grabbed something from your pocket.

'What are you doing Y/N?', his eyes widened when he noticed your body wrapped with bombs covered by your clothes.

'Let's end this Zeke', you stared at him in the eye and pushed the button.

'Y/N, st-'

The estate fell into an explosion.

Erwin was about to get inside the carriage when he heard the bomb exploded. When he saw the estate blowing up, he desperately tried to run back to you.

'Y/N', he called even though he knew it was to no avail.

'Erwin, your wounds', Hange reminded him.

'No, I have to get her', Erwin coughed up blood and could barely walk.

'Stop being so pathetic Erwin', Levi told him off as he knocked him unconscious.

—

'How was your sleep?', a sweet voice asked him.

When he opened his eyes he saw you. He was sleeping comfortably in your lap while you gently combed his blonde locks with your fingers.

'I've slept well my love', he responded as he got up planting a kiss on your lips.

'I love you Y/N', he told you as he rested his forehead into yours, his hand cupping your cheeks.

You smiled back at him. 'The moon looks beautiful tonight doesn't it?'

—

Erwin awoke in a room familiar to him. He was back at the headquarters, in the bedroom connected to his office. It was night time. When he looked out the window, the moon was full and shining ever so brightly. He slowly got up and scanned the room. He saw Levi and Hange.

'Does it hurt anywhere Erwin?', Hange asked.

Erwin looked down. His eyes filled with sadness and regret. 'My heart Hange', Erwin smiled sadly.

Levi then handed him a piece of paper.

'What's this?', he asked.

'You asked me how I knew. It was Y/N. She told me where you were. She confessed everything. And she told me to give this to you.', Levi explained.

Erwin opened the piece of paper.

'The moon looks beautiful tonight doesn't it?'

These were your favorite words. The night you confessed to him, you used these. Erwin didn't understand it at first and thats when you kissed him. 'It means I love you, silly', you told him.

Erwin just stared at the paper. You visited him in his sleep, he didn't know that was the last time he'll ever see you. If he knew, he would've stayed beside you. He would rather stay inside a dream than live a reality without you.

Erwin has led and won many wars. But the only war he lost was the war of hearts.

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sj-ficrecs · 3 years ago

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fic rec 11!

just a random collection of what I’ve read and enjoyed lately. as usual, no specific order.

This is purely a fic rec blog, always reblogging fics I enjoy. usually Bucky x reader, sometimes Steve x reader, Chris Beck x reader, etc. So check out more I’ve reblogged on this page. :) See my past fic recs below:

PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE! // Q & A

(divider by @bwbatta)

Bucky x reader:

Flashing Lights by @pellucid-constellations Paramedic!Bucky x reader

“Bucky’s worst fears come true when he’s called to a scene. If he’s the one with the dangerous job, then why is it your life that’s hanging in the balance?”

Operation: Freefall by @constantwriter85 Bucky x reader

“When Bucky fell from the train in 1945, he didn’t just leave behind his family and friends. He left behind the girl he was going to marry, a girl he never stopped loving. Decades later, Bucky continued to search for her, only to find out that she had disappeared without a trace in 1955. But when Steve hands over the shield to Sam Wilson, he also has something for his childhood friend—a redacted S.H.I.E.L.D. file code-named Operation: Freefall, a file with more questions than answers. With Sam’s help and a handful of Pym Particles, the file sends Bucky on a trip to the past, trying to solve the mystery and save the woman he still loves.”

Recovery by @wicked-mind Biker!Bucky x reader

“After going through rehab and recovering, you move back to town to live with your mother as you sort out what to do with your life, but your mom has other plans that include hooking you up with a hot biker by the name of James ‘Bucky’ Barnes”

Teacher’s Favorite + Sharing My Sweetheart by @suitk0via Single dad!Bucky x teacher!reader

“You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine’s favorite teacher and Bucky’s just gotta meet you.”

Uninvited by @mymoonagedaydream modern!Bucky x reader

Reader is a close friend of Sam’s. Sam and Bucky are roommates, so reader spends a lot of time with them. Bucky becomes colder towards reader and they ask Sam about it - finding out Bucky, who is taken, is falling out of love w/ his gf because he has a crush on reader.

You Know Me Too Well by @nexusnyx Tattoo Artist!Bucky x reader

“there is a thin line between pain and pleasure. that line is real and palpable, except for the times when you sit in bucky barnes’ table and feel his hands holding your skin. his job demands him to hurt you, but the only problem is that you enjoy it. a lot.”

The Slip Up by @justkending dad!Bucky x reader

“After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.”

Invisible String series by @dirty-holy-things Bucky x reader

“You were fairly certain that landing a date through court-ordered therapy was some sort of HIPAA violation, if not just an ethical one, but you couldn’t help but be intrigued by the mysterious storm cloud of a man who you shared the waiting room with every Thursday.”

Sacrifice by @wkemeup Bucky x reader

“In the midst of an attack, you’re dosed with an unknown chemical and your healing ability becomes compromised.”

Purgatory by @wkemeup Bucky x reader

“While on a mission, Bucky becomes dissociated into the Winter Soldier. But instead of becoming a threat, his instinct is to protect.”

Behind the Storm by @wkemeup Bucky x reader

“On a mission, you’re hit with a spell that takes away your ability to see. Bucky does what he can to make you feel safe.”

We Were Screaming in Color by @samwlscns Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“james buchanan barnes was your soulmate and you were his. despite everything the world threw your way, bucky always kept his promise to make his way back home to you. even if that meant having to lose him more than once.”

Bulova by @babycap Bucky x reader

“In the five years between the two snaps that changed it all, life had moved on, as life is want to do. In the aftermath of that final battle, you discover that time waited for no one (least of all you), and those you loved marched forward into it without you. Sam suggests you volunteer at the local retirement community to keep you busy, keep your mind from lingering on what—and who—you lost. In giving back, you find that time can be just as generous as it is cruel. A non-canon compliant, friends-to-lovers fic.”

And They’re Roommates by @golden-barnes Modern bartender/roommate!Bucky x reader, New Girl au

“Your boyfriend cheats on you, and now you have nowhere to go. So when you found an ad for a shared loft, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. Come to the realization that you will be sharing it with four guys. Four guys, one of them who is extremely hot and zero brain cells between any of them. What else could you ask for?”

Keep Me Cool by @chouettedubois Bucky x reader

“You and Bucky are on your third undercover mission acting as a couple. Things go awry when you fall ill. Cue caretaker!Bucky to the rescue.”

Love in the Workplace by @cxddlyash Gardener!Bucky x Receptionist!reader

Working at the same hotel, a new gardener is recently hired.

“Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of the new gardener.

“What is it?” Sarah asks you and you clear your throat before tearing your gaze from the man.

“Uh, nothing. I finally see the gardener that the hotel hired,” you mention while walking closer to the place.”

Dad Biker!Bucky being adorable with his kids blurb by @angrythingstarlight dad biker!Bucky x reader

dad biker Bucky and his kids making pancakes and breakfast for mom :)

Tap by @houseravenclaws Bucky x reader

“bucky never talked much. he fell in love anyway.”

Teach Me How to Love by @thefalconthatcriedwolf Godfather/single dad!Bucky x teacher!reader

“Natasha leaves behind her precious daughter, Yelena, and with her dying breath asks Bucky to look after her. You happen to have Yelena in your class this school year.”

To Build a Home by @buckyjamess-archive @buckyjamess Mechanic/single dad!Bucky x single mom!reader

“a mechanic and a nurse walk into a schoolyard..both new in the single parent life, chaos arises when the two come together but they wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A Good Kind of Fire by @dolcezzasfantasy Modern!Bucky x reader

“Character A runs a flower shop downtown. Character B is terribly allergic to flowers.”

If I Could Fly by @ceeellewrites actor!Bucky x actress!reader, social media au

“Bucky Barnes is an actor with a small (just a tiny) celebrity crush on Y/N L/N, one of the industry’s well-known actress. Well, it’s just a celebrity crush, what could go wrong?”

The Rumour by @sidepartskinnyjeans Bucky x reader

“after a, mostly, chance meeting with Sergeant Barnes starts a rumour around the compound that soon gets out of hand.”

See the World the Way You Do by @vanderlustwords Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“You start to see colour when you meet your soulmate. Bucky thinks that soulmates are a one of a kind thing—you get one and that’s it. His world used to be colourful once and then he lost that. He’s resigned to see black and white for the rest of his life…until flashes of colours would appear from the corner of his eye. And it seemed to happen more and more as Bucky spends time with you.”

Crawl Home to Her by @nexusnyx Bucky x reader

“when bucky finaly returns from his mission, he finds you sleeping in his sofa and the apartment much different than when he left. much prettier, with a touch of home. apparently, while he was away you took his advice to “do what you want with the place, doll” seriously - or as a distraction - and now he got to come home to this.bucky’s heart takes a leap and he stands there for a second, frozen in his spot.”

Signed by the Author by @wintersfilm Bucky x reader

“on a mission to improve his conversations with sam, bucky wanders brooklyn and into a bookstore where he finds his new favourite book and the most adorable bookseller he has ever laid eyes on.”

Seasons of Love by @constantwriter85 Army vet!Bucky x reader, modern au

“Bucky gets a service dog, but Winter’s only got eyes for the dog across the park…and her owner.”

One Single Thread of Gold (Tied Me to You) by @pietrotica Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“on your sixteenth birthday, the first words your soulmate will speak to you appear on your wrist. in a world where it’s quite common to get a simple ’hi what can i get you’ or common phrases, you’ve managed to get their name. that doesn’t make it easier to find him.”

Sunday is a Family Day by @lazyangeltreemoney Bodyguard!Bucky x rockstar!reader

“You’re stubborn, annoying and hot as hell which seems to be an awful combo to mix with Bucky Barnes. However one day he realises he got you all wrong and now there’s a little kid in the mix that needs both of your help.”

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softsan · 5 years ago

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NCT WEREWOLF AU (jeno)

🖇Bloodshot eyes (pt.1)

MASTERLIST

PARTS: | 01 | 02 |

WOLF PROFILES | Y/N’S NAMES

GENRE: Werewolf AU, Start crossed lovers AU, Angst (future)

QUOTE: “He couldn't harm you, his mind dwelled. What misfortune had befallen on him that he would meet his mate in battle?”

WARNINGS: Graphic scenes of violence, Blood

"Stay back and allow the men to take action."

"Yes, my Lord." You said through bared teeth, humiliation pulsing underneath your polite facade.

How dare they belittle you in front of your father's soldiers. Your clutch tightened against your turquoise sword, it's silver-inlaid hilt contoured specifically to the palm of your hand.

You were the distinguished daughter of the infamous royal General. You were taught to inflict immeasurable amounts of pain. Your fearsome reputation was known throughout all the military camps. Yet, a pompous Lord with no basic training or knowledge of combat was instructed to take over your armed troops.

It provoked you, how your society had concluded a woman, no matter how skilled, was unfit to lead men.

"Y/N," Jade bowed, her bow and quiver secured across her back. "Let us retreat."

You reluctantly agreed, turning your back on your soldiers. You would wait back at the base until their return.

Jade was a lucrative assassin who lurked in the depths of the shadows. You admired her loyalty. She had been previously indebted to your father and worked as a hired gun for several years. Once your father retired from the spotlight, you wavered her debt. Still, she continued to serve under you.

The incompetent Lord began his speech of courage and strength. He did not divulge a plan of ambush or direction for the soldiers. If they truly encounter a monster within the wicked woods their futures appeared grim.

You took a seat on some lumbered tree trunks as Jade went to alight the nearby torches. The fire pit at your feet threatened to extinguish from the rouge wind that blew.

"Perhaps some sleep until they get back."

You shook your head. You had terrible suspicion about tonight. You watched your soldiers line up in formation and begin their march outside the camp.

"I am ordered to stay here but he said nothing about you." You directed to Jade.

She nodded, flicking up her black hood.

"Follow them, keep as many of my men alive."

She veiled her face with black mesh and took off running, she parkoured over the wall and into the woods.

───

Jeno unleashed his claws, their restful footsteps echoing in his eardrums. They had managed to separate Hendery and him from the rest of their pack.

It was a human raid, hunters, and soldiers alike storming the forests slaughtering anything that stood in their way. Humans had a long detest of his kind, they aimed to hunt and harm until all wolves no longer roamed the earth.

Hendery barked, alarmed by the sound of canons. Wolves were stronger than humans, however, with numbers and the right weapons a human could find a way to overpower them.

"Keep running." He ordered, his paws kicking up the soil beneath.

───

You heard a wolf's howl in the distance, you grimly faced the full moon. The milky orb had set in the skies center. Wolves were at their most perilous when the moon was at its fullest.

Fools, they should have let me lead the raid.

You stood up, your legs were impatient. For disobeying a Lord's order, you could land you in prison but the alternative of letting your men fend alone sounded graver.

You unsheathed your sword, it's a beautiful blade glittering under the moonlight.

Jeno came limping, an arrow pierced his shoulder and a gash cut into his chest. He had stumbled deeper into the enemy's territory, bypassing the fallen bodies. The smell of burnt flesh wafted up his nostrils.

You paused, stunned to see a wolf just outside of camp. The large creature growled it's auburn fur coated with blood.

It advanced despite its injury, you angled your sword in defense. It charged against your blade, it's head pulled back scrapping its teeth across your sword. You dug your heels into the ground to steady yourself. If you weren't careful, it's sheer power could topple you over.

Its red eyes reflected it's bloodthirst, it snapped its jaw aiming for a leg instead. You boldly kicked in retaliation. The wolf whined, taking a couple of steps back.

Jeno was crazed by the moon, it sang to him like a siren. Demanding he tear apart what stood in his path. The human's foot belted his snout, his red eyes lifted to meet his opponent.

He froze. His world going silent.

The wind whipped against your frame, your hair dancing in the gust. You stood fierce, a sword situated in your hands. Your face was radiant but it was your eyes that made his hostility vanish.

The auburn wolf ceased, it's eyes melting into gold.

Your sword trembled in your hands. Why were you hesitating? Kill it.

It almost appeared to smile. Why would a wolf smile?

It bent its legs, lowering its body onto the dirt. The wolf rested it's head on the ground.

He couldn't harm you, his mind dwelled. What misfortune had befallen on him that he would meet his mate in battle? He laid on the ground in defeat.

If his mate took his life now, he'd allow it. His only hope was that in the next life, you weren't born as enemies.

The sword swung, the sound of metal piercing throughout the air.

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Jeno groaned, his head pounded. He tried to pry his eyes open, a torch blinding his view.

You stood in front of the light, shading his face. Jeno could smell your tantalizing scent as you inched closer, it called for him. His eyelids squinted.

His chest swelled, you looked different from the evening he had first seen you.

Instead of armor, you wore a sunflower yellow dress. The dress itself wrapped around your figure as a red ribbon tied it together at your waist. The same red ribbon decorated your hair which was woven into buns on top of your head.

Jeno railed against the chains that hung him up by his arms.

The wolf had finally turned back into a human. You walked slowly examining the creature. He looked terrible, bruised and cuts littered across his body.

You hadn't slain the wolf. You had broken protocol and brought him back to camp.

Your excuse for not killing it on sight was lame but the Lords had believed your lies that you intended to make a spectacle of the wolf. That you would deliver it to the city to be publicly executed before the people.

"Why haven't you killed me?" Jeno's voice croaked.

You dismissed his question, revealing a chalice of liquid hidden in the long sleeve of your dress.

You pressed the chalice against his lips, urging him to drink.

It tasted of sweet cherry, the cold brew sliding down his throat and rejuvenating his insides.

"Drink as much as you can." You encouraged, "There is little food I can steal without being noticed."

Jeno drank as you instructed, finishing the cup. Your delicate finger wiped away the droplet that had rolled down his chin.

He stared bewildered, Why are you being so nice?

His moment was interrupted as the tent flap was pushed aside, a man dressed in immaculate robes entered.

You quickly hid the chalice in the folds of your dress.

You curled your lips into a forced smile, "My Lord," You bowed.

It was a miracle the Lord had made it out of the attack without being mauled. According to your men, the lord had knocked himself out at the beginning of the raid. His only foe being a low bearing tree branch.

He was later carried back to camp by the survivors. Despite his lack of contribution to the fight, he took all of the credit. He had already written a letter to the capital about his bravery and success.

You stifled the urge from slapping the Lord with the hilt of your sword.

"How's our prisoner?" He poked the side of the wolf.

The wolf growled, his face twisted into a snarl.

"It must be starving. It's been close to a week without any food."

"Such creatures don't deserve our generosity." You played along.

The lord laughed, "That you are right. Such filthy beings."

You weren't sure how to respond.

Yes, you had been taught all your life what wolves were despicable beasts who preyed on people, bringing them to their dens to devour. But you also thought humans were just as despicable... if not worse.

The Lord shamelessly, taunted the wolf some more before you inquired if he didn’t have any more pressing business to attend to.

You held back your remarks until the Lord had left.

Jeno heard the curses you mumbled underneath your breath. He unintentionally cracked a smile.

There was a pail of water in the corner of the tent. You dipped a rag before returning to clean the residue of dirt and blood off his chest.

Jeno’s inner wolf rumbled as your gentle fingers pressed against his skin.

You clicked your tongue at the sights of the giant gash that marked his torso.

“I thought wolves healed quickly.”

Was he misreading you? Are you concerned about me?

“Usually we do.” Jeno peeked down at his chest. “I was most likely cut by silver.”

You nodded, “Will it get infected if it remains open?”

He shook his head. “No, but it will take some time to close up.”

He watched your reaction, oddly you didn’t appear repulsed.

“Y/N!” Somebody outside the tent called.

“Give me a second.” You called back.

You placed down the rag, quickly dabbing the wolf’s chest dry with another cloth.

“Y/N” The wolf repeated your name.

You swallowed the bubbling in your stomach as he said your name.

“Jeno,” He told you, “My name is Jeno.”

Your cheeks heated, “I’ll be back Jeno, hopefully next time I’ll have something you can eat."

“You'll be back?” He asked, “You promise?”

The hopefulness in his voice made you pause. “I promise.”

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allie1804-fan · 4 years ago

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Please Assist Me (Chapter 20)

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

She Said

The spectacle of an entirely speechless Keanu was one to behold when he unwrapped the test. I’d been bursting with the news since the morning before when I got the result so it had been an endurance test for me not to have anyone to share it with for over 24 hours. I knew there were long months ahead to get through but it was lovely to share the joy of this moment with him and go to sleep secure in his arms after almost a month apart.

My mind since finding out had been racing, projecting forwards to how far along I’d be by key dates like the summer holidays, Keanu finishing John Wick 4 filming, the Matrix 4 Premiere …… and I was worried about the immediate future too. I hadn’t been especially sick with either of my previous pregnancies but I had been incredibly tired. With Eva, I was doing modelling contracts but not every day so, on days off, I remember just sleeping for ages. Obviously with Miguel, I had a toddler to care for so I couldn’t nap unless she did but I sure took advantage of that time whenever I could. I was also worried about the home schooling which was really full on. How was I going to soldier on through that? And by the time Keanu would be home again, I reckoned I’d already be nearly 20 weeks along. I suppose he would at least be there as the strain on my body got greater.

I also told myself not to get ahead of myself. It was such early days and whilst I’d not suffered a miscarriage myself, I had plenty of friends who had in these early stages. And the spectre of stillbirth was also there because of Keanu’s own experience. Until this baby was here, I was sure neither of us would rest easy. I didn’t really want to share the news with the kids until the pregnancy was better established. I was pretty sure they’d be pleased but they might worry about the new baby somehow taking priority and if the worst happened, I didn’t want to have to explain about how not all babies make it to full term to an 9 and 7 year old. But I also knew friends who had kept their pregnancies secret, suffered a miscarriage and then felt they couldn’t share the pain of the loss afterwards so maybe openness was the best option with our close friends and family and maybe even the kids. I’d have to add this decision to my list of things to talk about with Keanu.

He Said

When I woke up the next morning, my first reaction was to pull the human hot water bottle in front of me into my chest, relishing being together again. And then I remembered. She wasn’t just my partner anymore but also the mother to be of my child.

A big smile spread over my face at this thought. Then worry creased my brow.

Sophia had said she reckoned she was around 8 weeks along - that left 32 roughly for anxiety and things to go wrong!

She’d managed to book a scan for before my return to New York so we’d hopefully get to see the baby, tiny dot that it would be, and get the dates confirmed.

She actually reckoned it was that amazing day in NY that we’d conceived. The dates were right and she remembered someone telling her years ago that your chances were better if the woman also climaxed when the man did as this had the effect of sucking up the sperm further with the contractions in the vagina. Who knows if there’s any truth in that but I certainly remembered the powerful sensation of being sucked into her very well!

32 weeks. Man that seemed like forever. And the dates were a little freaky too. If you calculated by her dates, then the baby was due on New Year’s Day 2021. Ava had been due in early January and was born sleeping on Christmas Eve 1999. Jen and I had conceived after being careless after a Matrix Premiere party. At least this time, there was nothing accidental about this baby and no nagging doubts about the relationship.

We’d have to tell Cheryl in case anything got leaked and then there were the kids and our families to consider. I was cautious but also remembered my therapist’s advice - the one I’d seen in my 40s after years of suppressing the processing of my trauma after Ava & Jen’s deaths. She had tried to get me to accept that worrying about things on your own was never healthy and that being hopeful that good things will come doesn’t jinx things and nor does preparing for bad things to happen stave them off magically. I rationalised that all we could do was take care, have regular check ups and try to enjoy the journey.

I know Sophia was probably more anxious than her first pregnancies, in part due to her age but also due to what had happened to me and Jen. I decided to suggest we hire some help with the home-schooling to ease the daily stresses of her life in the coming months.

And all these thoughts had gone through my mind before Sophia even woke up!

Eventually I felt her stir and she turned in my arms to give me a sleepy morning kiss

“Morning handsome”

“Morning beautiful mama”

She smiled

“Oh you’re not gonna be one of those men who reduces their partner to a mere vessel for their child are you?”

That made me chuckle.

“Naaah, but you’ll let me be a little bit excited right?” I placed my hand on her belly again.

“ Right” she said and leaned in to given me a gentle kiss which quickly deepened into something more heated. Then she pulled away and looked over at the clock.

“We don’t have time lover boy”

I groaned, but knew she was right, - it was already 5 to 7

“Hey get used to it! And Don’t worry we have tomorrow to ourselves”

I gave her a quick squeeze and just then Eva and Miguel burst into the room.

“Keanuuu” was their first cry and so the day began!

She Said

On Keanu’s first day back, it was a school day so he got to witness the transformation of my dining room into a mini classroom with each kid stationed in front of a laptop with headphones in on an off for a morning with exercises to do in-between. Luckily, although there were 5 kids, they were only spread across 2 year groups so 3 (9 year olds) had one set of exercises and 2 (the 7 year olds) had another. He helped out by listening in to the 7 year old’s lesson while I supported Eva’s year group with theirs. Miguel delighted in bragging that Duke Caboom was helping him with his addition, making Keanu give the teacher a little wave on the zoom screen.

After lunch together, Keanu sent me off for a nap and sat down to read them all some chapters of the Roald Dhal story we had started and then and got them all playing quiet games like hangman and battleships for a while. When I came in, they had just started watching “Up”. I tried to suggest an alternative but it was too late and they were all set on it. I mean, I love that movie but I had a feeling Keanu wouldn’t have seen it before and he wouldn’t be expecting one of the early moments. I was proved right when he made a rapid exit to the kitchen when that scene played out and I followed him to make sure he was alright.

He was leaning over the sink, trying to pull himself together and I slipped my arms around him, whispering.

“It will be OK darling, we’ll take all the care in the world to keep this baby safe and well, I promise! We just have to take it one day at a time”

He turned then and held me close and didn’t speak for a few more minutes, stifling a couple of sobs against my shoulder. When he’d got himself a bit more together, he pulled back and looked at me, eyes a little red from crying. He let about a shaky breath before speaking.

“Sorry - that just took me by surprise and, it was, it was like all my worries in the few hours since finding out were playing out on the screen and it was “ he shook his head. “It’s just a bit overwhelming how much I want this baby with you and how horrifying the prospect of losing them is”

“I know sweetheart, me too, me too and I tried to get them to pick another movie but they were already set on it!”

“Yeah, I’d heard good things but I didn’t know the detail.”

“It’s wonderful, you should see it through for the pay off!”

He Said

That evening as we were both slumped on the sofa, exhausted from the 5 kid day, I told Sophia my thought about getting her some support with the home-schooling. I thought she might be all “superwoman” about it but she admitted to finding it gruelling even today with my support and a little nap.

“I just can’t describe how energy sapping it is being pregnant. It’s not like I’m doing anything out of the ordinary but “

“Hold it hold it, you’re growing a human being, don’t call it nothing out of the ordinary!”

“You know what I mean! And women have been doing this for thousands of years at the same time as tilling the land or working in a factory. Getting help does seem a bit ridiculous but at the same time, I so want it! What do you think the others will think?”

“What Julie and Miranda?”

“Yeah. I mean are they going to feel I’m cheating or something!”

“Not if you explain why ......”

“Yeah, about that. How do you feel about telling people?”

“Weeeell” I rubbed my chin thinking it over. “There are pros and cons right? I’m probably pro on balance because I think being open is probably better mental health wise. I don’t know about the kids. I mean it would be hard if you told them and ....

“And something went wrong ..... like in ‘Up’?”

“Yeah like in ‘Up’.” I squeezed her hand remembering earlier.

“I mean, actually maybe ‘Up’ is the answer. They’ve watched it before and I think we had a little chat about that scene the first time around so ....”

“Ok, so let’s go for it”

“Ok, Tomorrow if the scan is ok, deal?”

The next day, we drove together to the hospital but I dropped Sophia off first just so we wouldn’t be making an entrance together. We were also both masked up and I wore a beanie so hopefully we’d escaped any opportunist paps.

The wait was brief in the obgyn waiting area thankfully and we went in having a brief chat first to confirm when Sophia’s last period was etc before she was asked to lie down for the scan.

I gripped her hand - I don’t know which of us was more nervous!

The screen showed a cone shape black area which was the uterus as revealed by the ultrasound waves and then there was a tiny circle which flashed in and out of view - the doctor explained that was the heartbeat.

We each had tears of joy rolling down our faces.

The doctor left for a few minutes while Sophia wiped away the jelly and got dressed again. I pulled her up for a kiss, still choked up.

“Thank you”

“No Thank you!” was her reply.

She Said

After the relief of the scan, we made the next appointment for the end of the first trimester which Keanu was aiming to fly back for. Then we headed home, with me meeting Keanu in the car park rather than walking out together, again hoping to avoid any stalking paps. We picked up some lunch from a deli and headed back home. After our meal, Keanu sent me to take a nap – he had some e mails to catch up on regarding the upcoming shoot schedule and he could see that the visit had taken it out of me. I snoozed for a couple of hours, waking to find Keanu had joined me and was spooning me with his arm slung around me, hand on my belly again. I didn’t mind him being possessive of it!

I stretched and slowly turned round to see if he was sleeping too but he quickly opened his eyes.

“Hey, is that better?”

“uh huh – I needed that thanks”

“How long do we have before we have to fetch the kids?”

“What time is it?”

“Nearly 3”

“OK, well we have an hour and a half”

“time to show you how much I’ve missed you he said in a low voice, while softly stroking my breasts through my t-shirt, that OK?”

“mmmm more than OK”

We had slow, gentle sex and I delighted in the fact that we could vary from the intense, the jokey, gentle or wild when it came to sex, whatever felt right and this soft focus version was just what I needed right then, being in the unenergetic pregnant state that I was with tender breasts and erratic emotions.

Over at Julie’s we left the kids to play in the garden for a while and we embarked on telling her our news and the plan to get a tutor to help me with home-schooling on my days. Luckily she was both delighted at our news and happy with the tutor plan. I promised to keep her and Miranda involved with the process and then we headed home with the kids being the next ones to receive the news once we’d eaten dinner.

He Said

As dinner plates were cleared away, we told the kids to stay put as we had some news. Sophia was the one to tell them that she was going to have a baby so they would hopefully have a baby brother or sister in the New Year.

Eva was attuned to the language and quickly asked

“Why only hopefully?”

“Well, right now I’m pregnant, you know that word right? And the baby is very, very small, just developing and growing. And sometimes babies don’t develop right and so there isn’t a baby in the end. Do you remember that happened to Ellie and Carl in “Up”? Hopefully everything will be just fine and the doctors and Keanu will be looking after me really well but I can’t promise you, OK?

“But I don’t want you to be sad like Carl and Ellie” Eva’s eyes had already filled with tears.

“Me either” Miguel whined.

I could see Sophia’s lip quavering too and swung into action, standing up and lifting first Miguel and then Eva to stand on their chairs which I pulled near to me.

“Come on Sophia, over here for a group hug.”

So we all stood together and hugged them close while I repeated what Sophia had said.

“We all want this little baby to come, I know and like Mom said, I am going to look after her and the doctors and you two too and everything should be absolutely fine, OK so try not to worry and just be super helpers to your Mom while she has all this work to do, looking after you two OK?”

They both solemnly nodded.

“Can we have a brother?” Miguel asked excitedly?

“Now that I definitely can’t guarantee!” I said laughing. You don’t get to choose if it’s a boy or a girl”

“What do you want?”

“It doesn’t matter to me one little bit – just a healthy brother or sister for you two.

The mood had lifted at last though I could tell it had been hard on Sophia.

She Said

After the kids had gone to bed, the tears I’d had to hold in when we were telling them about the baby flooded out.

“Tough huh?” Keanu said after I’d stopped crying and dried my eyes.

“You know it was less about the baby and more just their loss of innocence. It reminded me of how I felt when my parents told me they were getting a divorce. I guess it’s the moment when you realise life isn’t all candy bars and unicorns!”

“Yeah I know but look how strong and resilient you are now - it was tough but it will help them in the long run. A dose of reality isn’t necessarily a bad thing”

“Yeah but the look on Eva’s face broke my heart a little bit!”

“I know, but what a lovely, loving little girl - what she said about not wanting you to be sad like Carl and Ellie …..”

“Stop it, you’ll make me cry again!”

“Well that’s not hard!”

“Shudup you, you!”

“What?”

“You gorgeous lovely man, I guess!”

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anthonybialy · 4 years ago

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I Loved New York

You think this is bad? Life can sink way lower. Take how erstwhile great cities are getting worse under illiberal liberals causing the problems about which they bitch. Provoking suffering means they have something to do. They're certainly not going to look for work, especially under the economy they ruined.

Antisocial unjust social justice fans exacerbate precisely the agonies claim to loathe, and our severe planners don't even smirk at the irony. There's no laughter allowed: saving those you endangered is serious. Now drop napalm on that tire fire to extinguish it.

Creating the very circumstances they claim to oppose is how lovers of big government make us thankful. They have no purpose without oppressed peoples to represent. Actually getting ahead could give the wrong impression about life being just. Do you want to become complacent?

Income inequality is created by its enemies. Phasers are fueling their shields. There are plenty of poor victims for the eternally patronizing to pretend to help. They surely can't believe their policies actually function after the entirety of evidence shows the fundamental opposite.

Recruiting more people to be resentful means votes, which is the currency progressive kingpins love looting most. Paying the underclass a looted pittance while getting rich themselves by claiming it's impossible to do so is almost a neat trick. Generals can't conduct class warfare without soldiers.

The lab rats are running free. New York City hopes it doesn't deserve the slacker pinko arrogant putzing germ its cursed to call mayor. But the only way to irk fate more than electing a horse's ass who specializes in dodging responsibility is re-electing him.

Prickly pinko Bill de Blasio may not be someone any other human would classify as pleasant, but at least he's arrogant in laziness as he ineptly attempts to impose his horrific ideology.

The one thing that rubs people the wrong way about the galaxy's worst mayor is how he's discredited politically and personally by everything we have ever experienced. A ghastly example of creating the very conditions he claims rotten capitalists do will have to count as his sole useful contribution.

One needs impossible wealth to live comfortably in the oh so spacious and welcoming metropolis. Renting what would be a small closet in any suburb is beyond the means of a poor Manhattanite with only a couple jobs. New York is an H.G. Wells story. Proles toil in abject danger to keep the world running for the indolent elites. The socialist author would've been surprised to learn just which system created castes. It wasn't the mean one where earning more is encouraged.

Soul fled along with exasperated residents. Drugstores and banks on every block aren't quite as stimulating as boutiques and restaurants specializing in cuisines of countries you're hearing about for the first time. But unwieldy conglomerates are the only ones who can afford rents. Creating shortages which priced out the very places that made New York unique is one way of spurring creativity.

If statist anarchists think the police are fiends, wait until they see what criminals do. Anti-crime measures that allowed them to live without fear are utterly appreciatively classified as oppressive monstrosities. Oh: it's just like the Constitution.

Those dedicated to hating cops are not going to enjoy seeing what the alternative to 911 sending cops is. But a horrifying example is the only way some learn. Being relieved of earthly possessions doesn't inspire as much spirituality as anticipated. Professional loathers of law enforcement vainly attempting to claim they only want to weed out racist sadists with badges is an excuse that wouldn't work with the cops, which might explain their contempt.

Mean prisons might have those contained inside for good reason. Mass incarceration is condemned like arrests are based on existing in public. But convictions might be punishment for crimes; could a lawyer check? This so-called legal system doesn't just serve the novel notion of holding wrongdoers accountable: society is safer with bad people somewhere a bit away from us in a fenced-off area where they can think about what they did.

Professional looters don't care to talk about real injustice, which follows undoing the protections against the wicked rampaging. Being called on the dare to flee to Florida shows northeastern governors suck at poker, too. The sort of people who are successful on their own terms and hire workers or buy things in practical ones surely aren't needed to make the state function. Tax those leaving for financial security.

You'd think so much menace would create character. New York's present descent into hellish science fiction dystopia won't even lead to a creative resurgence. There aren't any vacant lofts for artists to occupy. The rich have theirs as the poor are stuck with nothing, which is just the diabolical condition de Blasio claimed to halt. I'm sure he'll find his special life skill someday.

Gotham now looks like Batman is on vacation. He might take up residence in his hotel considering how many ingrates demand to not be protected. Why come back from Bermuda when so many in his hometown claim he's the villain? He can sip cocktails from coconuts while wearing his cowl as long as the bartender was conscientious enough to provide a straw.

The one thing worse than cops is not having cops. Walls that are alleged to be keeping us from living fully actually stop barbarians from storming. Not allowing those living in invaded territories to arm themselves is the next nice touch. I hope those opposing arms for anyone fighting off looters didn't think ahead, as the only other option is siding with wickedness. Hmmm. Those running with televisions are finally being compensated for oppression.

We were supposed to call police because arming ourselves was an archaic bloodthirsty pointless method of enforcing inequality. But those officers are deemed to be on the side of villainy. Now, a social worker shows up to fight off your murderer.

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An annual, all night festival event occurring across Hegaehend to celebrate the end of the harvest season and the approaching months of cold. Families will often flock together, ex-lovers will try to reconnect, and friends will celebrate and rejoice with one another. This year, King Rolland, with the support of major noble families, has sponsored a twenty-four hour period of prosperity within all major cities. All businesses have been encouraged to keep their doors open late into the night and to offer warmth and care for all those who enter their establishments. Local performers of varying degrees of talent have been hired to play jovial tunes in the fire-lit streets and bands of actors have flocked to the cities to put on their best live plays and musicals.

In Khaggon there will be a city wide feast where all vendors and farmers have been invited to bring their excess crops to the city where the country’s best chefs will turn the scraps into free delicacies. For twenty-four hours, every citizen who attends will be fed and watered to their hearts content. The Dead Nightingale will have a sale on all drinks, but for safety reasons has been forbade from offering more than one free drink to any single patron. Along the streets, centered in the Tartjieir Farmer’s Market, will be the feast, but throughout Khaggon the festival will rage until daybreak.

A veritable army of candles have been set out at the foot of the Truesilver Temple for people to light in honor of their lost loved ones and by the end of the night the base of the temple itself will look aflame.

IN CHARACTER DETAILS:

This event will be taking place all day the 21st of September 3508 AT, though the height of the activities will occur after dark. Festivities will be taking place across the country, but will be centered in Khaggon where the celebrations will be the liveliest and will have the richest foods, drinks, and greatest performances. Feel free to explore events leading up to the festival or any consequences of your actions during the festival.

See the Khaggon worldbuilding post here for location ideas. You may also celebrate in a different city, such as Runswick or Arx, and their worldbuilding posts can be found here and here. All listed establishments will be open and participating, most notably Tarjteir Farmer’s Market and The Dead Nightingale.

The purpose of this event is for your character to be surrounded by joviality and warmth. The majority of your threads should focus on your conversation and activities during the festival. That doesn’t mean no action will occur however. This sudden contrast with the impending winter and the anguish of war can sometimes be too much for the most enduring person. Perhaps your character feels emboldened and gleeful in the face of such happiness or perhaps their bitterness burns brighter than the festival fires.

Near dawn, The Strength will stage a vigil where they will release thousands of tiny lanterns, each to represent a soldier that has fallen during the war. Those who were aware, either through their own participation with The Strength or through word of mouth, will likewise release their own lanterns. The lanterns will burn up entirely before the reach the top of Khaggon’s cavern and no trace of them will be found the following day.

The candles at the base of the Truesilver Temple will be maintained and remain burning until all of the wicks go out.

OOC DETAILS:

This event will run for 10 days and it will officially end October 1st at which point any threads should be coming to a close. Come October 1st, more events and activities will be posted. The event itself will only run for 1 in-game day and night.

Please feel free to continue any other storylines you may have through the course of this event and feel free to cause as much, or as little, drama in the Khaggon streets as you please.

Please remember to tag any posts related to this event with the title “Autumn Equinox Festival.”

THREAD IDEAS:

For a changeling or those who have disguising capabilities, perhaps you try to see just how many free drinks you can get from The Dead Nightingale before being caught.

You may be watching a lovely (or awful) performance or giving a lovely (or awful) performance.

Maybe even a night of festivities wasn’t even enough to pull you away from the Fight Club and their rousing Festival themed midnight fights.

Perhaps you light a candle for a fallen loved one at the foot of the Truesilver Temple or release a lantern alongside The Strength.

Attend Lord Horcyrn’s grand and festive Autumn Equinox party in Runswick at the Heartfire Quarter.

Join the feast at the Tarjteir Farmer’s Market as you enjoy pumpkin pie, roasted vegetables, thick soups and a large range of other delicious autumn treats in the midst of community.

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maddie-grove · 5 years ago

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Bi-Monthly Reading Round-Up (July/August)

PLAYLIST

"Breakaway” by Kelly Clarkson (The Wonder)

“The Lusty Month of May” from Camelot (Between a Highlander and a Hard Place)

“Blood on My Name” by The Brothers Bright (Vampires in the Lemon Grove)

“Too Good at Goodbyes” by Sam Smith (A Prince on Paper)

“All I See Is You” by Dusty Springfield (The End of Everything)

“Your Song” by Elton John (Patience and Sarah)

“Reach Out and Touch (Somebody’s Hand)” by Diana Ross (Touchy Subjects)

“When You’re Young and in Love” by the Marvelettes (Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda)

“No Sleep Tonight” by the Faders (Can’t Escape Love)

“Take Me in Your Arms (Rock Me a Little While)” by Kim Weston (Bury Me Deep)

“Cold Bread” by Johnny Flynn (Fludd)

“Thunder Road” by Bruce Springsteen (The Rest of the Story)

“How Can I Meet Her?” by the Everly Brothers (Someone to Honor)

“A Matter of Trust” by Billy Joel (The Scandalous Secret of Abigail MacGregor)

BEST OF THE BI-MONTH

The Wonder by Emma Donoghue (2016): Lib Wright, an English nurse who worked with Florence Nightingale in the Crimean War, is hired to observe Anna O’Donnell, an eleven-year-old Irish girl who claims to have not eaten for four months. Initially exasperated at the everyone’s credulity, Lib gradually realizes that there’s a lot more going on with Anna, her family, and her village than she thought...and that the girl may be in serious danger if she doesn’t intervene. Despite my love of Donoghue’s work, I put off reading this one for a while because the subject looked so grim. Although Donoghue does deal with difficult material, the growing relationship between prickly Lib and bright-but-haunted Anna makes the novel transcendent.

WORST OF THE BI-MONTH

Between a Highlander and Hard Place by Mary Wine (2018): After her highborn suitor shows his true colors, Athena Trappes sets fire to his house in self-defense and flees to Scotland. There she attracts the attention of Symon, Laird Grant, a melancholy widower. This Elizabethan romance has its moments, notably a lovely meet-cute at a May Day celebration, but it’s mostly dull with some irritating tropes.

REST OF THE BI-MONTH

Vampires in the Lemon Grove by Karen Russell (2013): In this collection, Russell tells the stories of various oddities, including women who turn into silkworms, presidents who are reincarnated as horses, and, yes, vampires in the lemon grove. The collection is remarkably consistent, and Russell shows enormous range in it. My favorites are the utterly chilling prairie horror of “Proving Up,” the hilariously absurd “The Barn at the End of the Term,” and the heartbreaking “The Graveless Doll of Eric Mutis.”

A Prince on Paper by Alyssa Cole (2019): Nya Jerami has existed under a cloud of suspicion and gossip since her abusive father, an adviser to the king of Thesolo, was sent to prison for poisoning his political rivals. Eager to start her life properly but unsure how, Nya finds unexpected help from Johan van Braustein, the seemingly devil-may-care stepson of the king of a European micronation. This is my favorite contemporary romance I’ve ever read, with two dynamic, endearing protagonists and a strong sense of setting. Cole expertly blends realistic modern-day concerns with frothy wish fulfillment (plus a dash of fairy-tale Gothic).

The End of Everything by Megan Abbott (2011): When her best friend Evie disappears, thirteen-year-old Lizzie only has scanty clues regarding where or why. As she becomes more and more consumed with finding the answer, she discovers dark secrets underlying her seemingly placid 1980′s suburb. Of all the Abbott novels I’ve read, this is the simplest and perhaps the most disturbing. I didn’t love it, but it’s very effective.

Patience and Sarah by Isabel Miller (1969): In 1810′s Connecticut, educated “spinster” Patience White finds herself intrigued by sweet, rough-hewn Sarah Dowling. Although their families contrive to keep them apart, they eventually make it to New York and start a farm together. Of the five f/f romance novels I’ve read, this is my very favorite. Miller captures the feel of early American literature very well, and the romance has a nice balance of tension and sweetness.

Touchy Subjects by Emma Donoghue (2006): This collection of short stories is, naturally enough, organized around “touchy subjects” like babies, domesticity, strangers, desire, and death. There are some jewels in this collection: the sad/funny “WritOr” (about a struggling author who takes on a resident-writer position at a rural college), the bittersweet “The Welcome” (about a naive young lesbian with a crush on a reserved trans woman), and the strangely uplifting “Enchantment” (about a rivalry between Cajun fishermen). There’s a lot of chaff to separate from the wheat, though; many of the stories are very slight.

Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli (2015): Simon Spier, an upper-middle-class teen in suburban Atlanta, isn’t 100% sure why he hasn’t come out as gay to his liberal family or friends, but for now he prefers to keep his sexuality (and a flirtatious email correspondence with an anonymous boy called Blue) under wraps. When a classmate finds out the truth and blackmails Simon into setting him up with his friend Abby, that task becomes a lot more complicated. Despite the rather disturbing premise, this is a super-cute YA novel that I would have loved when I was a YA. (At twenty-eight, I still liked it a lot; it’s just got a sense of immediacy that was a little lost on me thanks to my relatively advanced age, but would’ve been very appealing to me at sixteen.)

Can’t Escape Love by Alyssa Cole (2019): Regina Hobbs, highly successful proprietor of a website about nerdy stuff, has it all together, except she’s suffering from a wicked case of insomnia. She’s convinced that only the voice of Gustave Nguyen, a puzzle designer she got to know after tuning into his livestream, can get her to sleep, so she contacts him to see if she can have a recording of his voice. Even though they both think it’s kind of weird, her request gets them talking...and MORE. This is a short but absolutely delightful novella about two neat people hooking up. The stakes are low, but the tensions stemming from Regina’s family keeps things interesting.

Bury Me Deep by Megan Abbott (2009): In the depths of the Great Depression, Marion Seeley finds herself alone in Phoenix while her morphine-addict husband chases redemption in Mexico. Working an administrative job at a local hospital, she falls in with party-girl nurse Louise, her TB-afflicted girlfriend Ginny, and (much to her sorrow) corrupt, handsome Joe Lanigan. Abbott’s historical crime novel takes a little while to heat up, but once it does it’s a very satisfying thriller. However, I was never convinced of Joe’s attractiveness even at a surface level, which was kind of an impediment to enjoying the story because Marion sure is.

Fludd by Hilary Mantel (1989): A mysterious stranger comes to a deeply Catholic, determinedly miserable English village in the 1950′s, claiming to be the new curate. While there, he greatly affects the lives of an alcoholic priest, his prim housekeeper, an unhappy young nun, and a pompous bishop. This is a highly peculiar, often enjoyable fable, although it drags quite a bit in the third quarter.

The Rest of the Story by Sarah Dessen (2019): Emma, an anxious seventeen-year-old who lost her mom to addiction five years ago, ends up spending part of the summer with her seldom-seen maternal relatives, who own a downscale motel in a lake town. While there, she learns about her mother’s secret history, observes the tensions between her family’s working-class community and the upscale resort people across the lake, has a low-key romance with a childhood friend, and practices her driving. This novel isn’t among Sarah Dessen’s best--the ending is a little rushed, and the romance feels perfunctory--but the setting is cool and Emma is an interesting protagonist.

Someone to Honor by Mary Balogh (2019): Years after her dad’s bigamy was revealed, resulting in her de-legitimization, reserved Abigail Westcott shows no interest in trying to re-enter society, instead opting to hang out with her convalescing Napoleonic War veteran brother. Unfortunately, his surly friend, Lieutenant Gilbert Bennington, is also intent on keeping her brother company to avoid his own problems, and he and Abigail don’t exactly get along. They come to understand each other, though, and decide to take a chance on marriage when Gilbert finds himself in trouble. I found this Regency romance to be solid but overly somber (not an infrequent issue with Balogh). I never got a great sense of who Abigail was and, while I sympathized with Gil, I also found him very irritating at times.

The Scandalous Secret of Abigail MacGregor by Paula Quinn (2015): In the late 1700′s, Queen Anne summons Davina MacGregor, secret eldest daughter of James II (and, were she not Catholic, rightful ruler of Great Britain), to court. Because Davina is sickly, her daughter Abigail, who has ambitions of being clan chieftain, goes to court in her place. She’s accompanied by Captain General Daniel Marlow, a Jacobite-hating English soldier and close friend of Anne’s. He’s got some trust issues and a stalker. This romance had a lot of potential, but too much of it is spent on the road and not enough on juicy court drama. The straight-version-of-Rachel-Weisz’s-character-in-The-Favorite villain was also, unfortunately, usurped by her much more boring lover.

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diveronarpg · 5 years ago

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In fair Verona, our tale begins with CASSIAN BHATT, who is THIRTY years old. He is often called CASSIUS by the CAPULETS and works as their SOLDIER. He uses HE/HIM pronouns.

He never loved his father, not even as a child. Perhaps it was their differences, a long list he’s kept since the moment he could write. Maybe it was the way Cassian had always detested what other little boys his age lived for—playing catch, riding their bikes, skinning their knees with kids in the neighborhood—and instead found comfort in the logic and reason between book pages far more interesting. One would think an avid reader would have adored a son who took to written word just as he, but the division always came down to one thing. Preference. His was non-fiction. REALITY. Looking to the clouds, Cassian never saw some great, profound potential, nor fluffy animals and fun shapes like other children; what he saw was weather patterns. Mother Nature rearing its ugly head on those too stupid to know they’re hurting her. He saw a world wrought with misconception, filled with beasts and famine. Misrepresentation of the plague an entire people had reaped by being WEAK. He had no time for their dreams, for their wild imaginations, or their incessant need to color outside the lines—just like his father. A renowned professor who always asked the two simple questions, what if? and why? He sought out the answers of the universe, pondered the wonders of man’s most celebrated philosophers as he spoke at colleges and universities throughout Cassian’s youth. And while his father loved language, too, written word to eat up with his hands like a barbarian, he also favored the unthinkable: man is good, man is worthy, man is trying. His son knew better. And he preferred a fork and knife when he consumed his DOCTRINES.

It was only fitting his mother was a POLITICIAN, another lover of words, but spoken to the masses with the conviction only a snake could possess, spinning lies into truths with such flawless execution. Part of him was proud, as he aged and watched her take over the whole city, secretly wanting to do exactly the same thing. Afforded the best possible education, Cassian spent his teenage years not with his nose exactly in a book, but at dinner parties where the guests were the best names in Science. The most progressive thinkers on cancer research were regulars of his parent’s Saturday night euchre party and the highest ranking government officials spent two weeks in the summer at their villa in Naples. And that’s not to say he spent these nights hidden in a corner, keeping to himself so as to not disturb theSHARPEST minds in the world—no. Cassian offered the quickest of wit, the most illustrious of answers to their questions, a rigorous debate over gender politics once ensuing one Sunday during brunch. He’d said something scandalous like society is the only reason we conform so strictly to such labels, nearly causing the bulging blood vessel in the poor, old cazzo’s forehead pop. He met the man with bared teeth, smug grin plastered along his reckless features. Without abandon, that’s how he always spoke, but only when it counted. Only when he knew his breath wasn’t going to be WASTED.

He dealt in cruelty the more he aged, grinding it out of the bones he deemed less than, those not worthy of his time then suffering the worst FATE of all: his attention. It was rare that one could easily draw his gaze; Cassian is not readily amused, if ever. He deals in facts, in history and how it so clearly repeats, saving little time and even less energy for brevity, for romance or comedy. But when you dare to look a monster in the eye, when you issue that kind of challenge, when you provoke a man who takes pride in evisceration, one gets exactly what they bargain for: DESTRUCTION. He harnessed this power by way of making the rules bend to his will, not a creator of such a power, but someone strong enough to wield—to tame such a brutal thing. Law school was met with eager ears and a hollow hunger in his chest, a craving for knowledge making a home in his throat, never to leave again. But he put it to use when he ran his mother’s second campaign and managed a full schedule with the ease and grace only a man meant to rule the world could possibly possess. And it was a dangerous thing at that, the poise with which Cassian carried himself, with such avarice for not money butINTELLIGENCE. The smartest man in the room, that was what he truly wished to be, and it wasn’t too hard assert such dominance with the title of dottore of the Law now fashioned securely on his shelf.

It didn’t take long for him to have to put his newfound degree to the test, in fact it came the moment his mother’s name was SLANDERED in the press. Dragged through the mud so clearly by the opposition that he couldn’t not defend her, if for no other reason than not a soul speaks ill of the Bhatt name whilst he still has air in his lungs. His father may have soiled it with his prophesying and idealizing, but Cassian and his mother—though she loved the man for some reason; he can’t imagine why—still had something left of their lives to need Bhatt free and clear of any skeletons in its closet. Suing for libel, he won the case in record time, his words more convincing than that of the piss poor District Attorney who dared to try and poke holes in the confidence of a man with EVERYTHING to lose. So he took the sad sack’s job instead, convincing his boss to offer it up in under ten minutes flat. I just beat him, he’d said with a smug smile. And? he’d asked, brows raised at the sheer audacity of this sore winner. I can do the same for you. And with that, he had him. The position was his and he’d stood in the hallway of the courthouse, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, watching as the fool lost everything. True power doesn’t come from giving orders, nor does it come from brandishing fine weapons or throwing mean fists; it comes from being the best, and Cassian Bhatt is just that. PERFECT in every way imaginable. Just ask him yourself.

LILLIAN WEN: Fiancée. A trophy, something to show off, to place upon his mantle with pride and evidence of his of true ambition. She is that and not much more, but what a pretty face indeed. Glistening like a diamond, he’ll wear her around town if for no other reason than how good she looks with his Versace loafers. Lillian is a prize he thinks he’s won, but he’s yet to cross the finish line. Don’t bite the hand that feeds, and silly boy, does she ever feed yours. Gloat all he wants, parade her around like a doll and forget all she’s giving him, but if Cassian isn’t careful his intricate little plan will foil right before his eyes as she walks out the door. There’s only so far to push someone standing on the edge of integrity. Best he start appreciating the good deed that’s come his way before it blows up in his lap. He can’t survive another tarnish on his good name, not after how hard he’s worked to clear it. Cherish her, Mr. Bhatt, lest you lose the one thing to make you look halfway decent: a good woman to love you.

MONA CHEN & TIBERIUS CAPULET: Extortionist & Captain. She has pictures, hundreds of them, and despite his best efforts to seize them time and time again—even going so far as to hire the best thief money can possibly buy—they remain in her possession. Kept taught between her palms, held tightly against her chest, used to pull the strings of a man not used to answering to God or anyone, let alone a Madame. But she’s smart, he’ll give Mona that, always protecting her Sparrows first even if it means ruining a good man’s reputation in the process. He has no other choice than to obey, no other option than to come to heel and kneel before her and her boss. Though it’s his captain he’s more worried about. Cosimo’s nephew isn’t a man he wants to find the bad side of, but he’s well on his way if he doesn’t do his part. If he doesn’t do exactly as she says, execute every single order perfectly, it’ll be his ass that’ll need saving. Not hers from whatever sort of wrath he thinks he can come up with to outsmart the most clever woman in Verona. Nor Tiberius’ from whatever power play the lawyer thinks the heir won’t see coming. Checkmate, Cassian.

CRISTIAN DE LUCA: Interest. He’s never been one to lust after kingdoms, preferring to stick to the shadows as a powerful entity of demise with the flick of his wrist not a booming voice. Cassian wishes to be flocked to, praised for his deeds not his ability to bring people to their needs but his knack for dissecting the brain, its desires and every machination. He sees something quite similar in Cristian, and it’s so very enticing, so exhilarating to spot a creature just like himself out here in the wild. He wants to know more, see more, hear more from the man who has done nothing but kick up dust in the subtlest of ways since his feet landed on Italian soil. Pulling at the strings of chaos is his specialty, but to watch a man so apt at his favorite wicked game is exciting to say the least. He knows the man’s allegiance, on which side of the bridge his loyalties lie, but when have rules ever stopped Cassian from getting what he wants? And what he wants is a look inside that beautiful Montague mind.

TAMURA CHIKO: War dog. Be careful with that one, they bite. Of this Cassian is positive, what with how many times he’s been on the receiving end of such sharp teeth. But there’s something lurking behind those eyes, he’s sure of it, if only he could just—no. They don’t let him. With an arm outstretched, Chiko keeps him at a distance, and with good reason. He’s every bit as dangerous as he looks, a serpent slithering beneath the shade of the brush, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce; and sink his fangs into their neck he will. Dio does he want to, oh, so very much. There’s something so fascinating about their restraint, their constant will to never break composure. They are a puzzle Cassian is desperate to find all the pieces to, if only to marvel at his handiwork for having put it together. Paying no mind to the wreckage looking at such a visceral image could cause. They are everything his opposite, all violent combat and trigger fingers. He wonders what it would be like to hunt a creature like that. Satisfying, he muses.

Cassian is portrayed by RANVEER SINGH and was written by SIDNEY. He is DECEASED.

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