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cazimagines · 3 years

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Try not to forget me

Synopsis: Anon request: Can we have a reader who slept with Zemo when they were younger, they were basically each other’s first times. Reader was brought to the mission and when Sam mentions Zemo she only limits herself to saying that she knows him assuming she knows him from civil war. At some point, Zemo mentions it to Sam and since he can’t contain himself he has to ask reader to be sure. Maybe some smut, like ‘I don’t remember you being this good’

Word count: 8.5k

Author’s note: Welp it took me a while but it's finally here! I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am such a sucker for the trope of seeing someone you once dated years after not seeing them again. Like give me all of that. Also I changed a little bit of the request but not much.

Warnings: Gun shots, SMUT (for mature audiences), Fingering, Vaginal sex, Stripping

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Cross-posted to ao3 under the same username

Fingers fumbled with the clasp, the feeling of lips trailing up your thigh, sweet whispers in the air,

‘My princess, my everything’

His kisses on your neck, the desperation in his voice

‘I need you, all of you’

His fingers dug into your hips, his body moving like waves on top of you.

You call out his name to the night, losing yourself in the passion that consumed you.

Your hand tangled in his hair, tugging roughly which elicited a moan from his lips.

His eyes sparkled as he reached his first climax with you, ‘You’ll always be mine’

You woke up still with the taste of his lips upon your mouth. You felt the ghost of him linger on top of you, clinging to that long-ago memory.

But all things fade with time and the cold reality pulled you from the once pleasant dream drenched in sorrow. Sighing you pulled yourself off the made-up bed on the floor, already grabbing a hair tie to pull the bird’s nest of your hair out of your face. You hop over to where your prosthetic leg laid and strapped it onto your thigh.

Grabbing your phone you notice a few miss call from an old friend, calls you must have slept through. Pressing the number you hold it up to your ear as you wander around the apartment preparing for your day.

On the third ring, he picked up.

“Sam?” you ask

“Y/n! I wasn’t sure if I would hear back from you, it’s been a while”

“Yeah, things have been keeping me busy. It’s not like how it was when we were in the army”

You could hear him chuckle down the line, “It’s strange, I would have thought my time in the army would have been the craziest part of my life, but it’s hard to beat all the stories I have of aliens”

“At least you have stories to tell, what do I have? I served for a few years as a new American citizen, almost died a few times till one day I got shot in the leg”

“I don’t know losing your leg is one hell of a story, but speaking of almost losing your life. You remember that time I was able to pull you away from a landmine and you told me, ‘oh Sam thank you so much, I owe you so much’” Sam says down the line in a squeaky voice

“Since when have I ever spoken like that Sam? And why do I have a feeling I’m not going to like where this is going”

“Well that’s because it is time for me to cash in that favour”

That’s how you found yourself arriving at an airport, searching around to find Sam. As you walked around the corner you could make out what seemed to be three figures in the distance. As you got nearer one of them noticed you, and started waving exaggeratingly making you chuckle.

You finally reach him as Sam pulls you into a firm hug. “It’s good to see you again y/n,” he says as you pull away.

“Yes, after all these years of avoiding me” you quip making him laugh

“You know I’d never avoid you! It’s you who has always found an excuse to get out of meeting up with old friends”

“Well I’m here now”

“Speaking of old friends, let me introduce to you this man, 106 years old, dermatologists hate him”

The man Sam referred to now stepped forward, holding out his hand, “Hi, I’m Bucky” he says, smiling slightly as you shake his hand.

“Y/n, you look good for your age”

“He moisturises” Sam buts in making Bucky send him a look, “It’s complicated” he mutters and you nod.

“I met Steve once, I understand,” you tell him, making his eyes light up at the mention of his old friend.

“Super soldier serum, the ability to be almost immortal, another reason as to why we have all gathered here to prevent it”

A shiver ran through your spine as you heard that long ago accent which you had removed from your voice. You focus on the man behind Sam, someone you should have noticed when you first appeared.

It had been over twenty years since you had last seen him yet you could still recognise the way his lips twitched up at the sides but dipped in the middle, the softness of his warm brown eyes, and the slight angular twist his eyebrows had. His hair was more well kept than when you had last seen him. Then he was still going through his rebellious phase, letting his hair grow unkempt but now he had a sense of refinement about him. He knew he was ageing like fine wine and now instead of trying to rebel from the prestigious life he had like when you knew him, he lavished in it, enjoying the money that was of so easy access to him and spent it on all the finer luxuries of life.

“Y/n, this is Zemo. You might remember seeing him on the news, he’s the one who framed Bucky”

You knew him more than that, more than any of them could ever know him. The dream from this morning swarmed your thoughts again, taunting you as if your brain knew what was to come.

Sokovia had been your home country, a place you had longed to forget, leave dead. Zemo, Helmut, was your childhood friend. You couldn’t remember the time when you first met as it felt like he had always been in your life. Everything you two did, you did together. Attending the same schools, going around to each other’s houses, exploring the wildness together. You two were closer than siblings. Your family had nowhere as near the same money as Zemo’s family had, yet that didn’t seem to matter, at least not when you were children. It was no surprise to people when eventually you two started dating. There had been bets on how long it would take for Zemo to gather the courage to ask you out. You and Zemo had been each other’s firsts, first partner, first kiss, first making love, which is where your dream had come from. It was cringy to say it but you felt like you loved him with every inch of your soul, and you knew Zemo was just as dedicated to you.

That’s why the break-up was so messy.

You were the one who called it. You had to. Zemo might have been blind to what it meant to be a Baron at that time but you weren’t. His parents allowed him to have his little indulges, allowed you two to be friends, to date. But at the end of the day, he would always be from the higher class and your family from the lower class. They would of never let you two marry so you had to call off the relationship before you got too deep, to save yourself some pain. You’d hoped that you two could still be friends, though it would have hurt, you still wanted to be around him but that was never meant to be.

At first, he didn’t believe you, he laughed it off as a good joke till he realised you were being serious. Then was the confusion, he wouldn’t let you leave. He needed to know what he did wrong, what could have happened for you to want to break up with him. Then was the obsession. He wouldn’t leave you alone, turning up to your house every day to beg for another chance, following you around trying to pick the relationship back up, threatening any guy that went near you. Then the heartbreak when he finally accepted it was over. He didn’t leave his house for months, you heard rumours he drank himself to sleep most nights, till one time at the dead of the night you found him pounding on your door, shouting to let him in. He was pissed and crying, imploring at you to give him a second chance, begging for you to tell him what he could do to get back with you. He would do anything, give you all his money, abandon his family and run away with you. You helped him back home and told him to leave you alone. And to give it to him he did because then came the anger. You would see him outside and he would pretend he didn’t even know who you were. You’d walk past and accidentally hit shoulders and he shouted at you to watch where you were going. Soon he would be seen with lots of different women, taking them to all the places he took you, dancing at parties. Whenever you looked over to them they were making out and it pained you deeply for what you had to give up. Eventually, you ran away. You couldn’t keep torturing yourself seeing Zemo move on with someone else while you were still suffering on the inside, not just for losing the boy you love but the person who had been your best friend for as long as you could remember.

You left Sokovia to live in America, completely ridding yourself of your whole past identity. There you decided to enlist in the Army which is where you had met Sam, served with him for a few years till you were forced to retire early due to losing your leg. You checked up on Zemo every once in a while, it wasn’t too hard with the Sokovian news constantly obsessing over him. He married the woman he moved onto, the one you always saw making out with him. You suppose he truly must have loved her because it was your birthday when his son was born. While he celebrated the happiest day of his life you spent the day at the bottom of a bottle drinking away the loneliness. You still remember the moment you found out what had happened to Sokovia. You hadn’t been back there in years but it was still your home, where you had all of your fond memories, now all gone.

You didn’t see anything in the news about Zemo after that, he and his family completely vanished so you had to assume the worst. Till you finally saw him on the news. It was hardly like the boy you once knew. The Zemo you knew was kind, empathetic, caring, beautiful in every way he could be yet the man you saw there was a murderer, cold-hearted, reckless. What had happened to the boy you once knew?

You could make guesses, his family was nowhere in sight and you could only imagine how losing the woman you love and your child could hurt you. You hated imagining all the pain Zemo has gone through.

“Yes, I remember seeing him on the news,” you tell Sam. Both you and Zemo stared at each other, your eyes unwavering.

He knew who you were. He knew from the moment you turned around that corner. As he watched you warmly greet Sam and shake hands with Bucky. He watched the person he never thought he would see again stand right in front of him, not even noticing him.

But now you stood there, staring him down. Both of you almost speaking through your eyes. Would the other one bring up the past? Try to acknowledge all that has happened between you or is that dead, left forgotten. Will you two pretend to have never met before, letting years of memories fade.

Zemo was first to speak.

“I see my reputation isn’t too favourable”

“That’s what you get for blowing up the UN,” you say scowling at him as you cross your arms

Zemo opens his mouth to say something but Sam gets here first, “Y/n served in the Army with me so you better be careful with what you say Zemo”

Zemo’s eyes then flicker back to you tilting his head, like he always used to do, in interest.

“Why is he even here?” you ask, finally pulling your eyes away from him to Sam and Bucky

Sam turns to Bucky with a plastered on a fake smile, “Why don’t you explain Bucky”

Bucky sighs as he glances over to you, “As Sam mentioned to you on the call we are trying to track down this group of super-soldiers called the Flag Smashers. We need Zemo here to help us track down where they got the serum and help us so no one else becomes a super-soldier”

“And you trust him?” you scoff, glaring back to Zemo who just smirked at you

“We have no other choice” Bucky mutters, scowling over at Zemo

“I can assure you, I won’t do anything to betray your trust. For once all of our goals are aligned that it would do us no good to go against each other.”

“I’ll hold judgment till later,” you reply bitterly.

Swifty Zemo swings on the heels of his feet, turning around to start walking away, obviously expecting all of you to follow him. Sighing in annoyance you trail after him.

As you had predicted both you and Zemo were pretending to not know each other, perhaps for the sake of the mission or perhaps for the sake of your well beings. You’re not sure if you could cope even acknowledging the past you two had. He’d been the person you had been closest to, someone you shared all your secrets, all your thoughts and feelings with. Someone who you would have taken a bullet for in the blink of an eye and to suddenly lose all of that, it wrecked you. You had finally managed to build yourself up again, to try and move on and then he comes straight back into your life. It’s as if there is some strange omnipotent god up there and it loved to torment every waking moment of your life.

“So all this time you’ve been rich?” Sam asks and you all catch up with Zemo and see him walking towards what you assumed was his private aeroplane.

“I’m a Baron, Sam, my family was royalty till your friends blew up my country”

There was a slight change of tone for when he said ‘my’ not enough for Sam and Bucky to pay attention to it but enough for you to feel the slight twist in your heart as you thought back to the country that used to be yours, long ago.

As you got closer you observed a man standing by the plane, ready to welcome Zemo aboard and you felt your heart stop for a moment. Oeznik. The man had aged since you last saw him, he had fallen to the tolling of time but he still had those warm, caring eyes.

Memories swept over you of your childhood as you observed him. He has always been Zemo’s assistant, hired by Zemo’s parents when they were much younger. You could remember times when you and Zemo would be running down the corridors, not where you were supposed to be and Oeznik would find you two, not telling you off but smiling at you two, saying how Zemo’s parents were looking for him. He would sneak you two Turkish delights even if it was only an hour before dinner. Anywhere you two wanted to go he would drive you there. Whenever you slept over he would prepare your favourite meals, making sure everything was just how you liked in the room you would stay in. He was almost like another father figure to you and Zemo.

And now there he was, greeting Zemo. Zemo kissed him on the cheeks fondly before heading inside. Sam and Bucky both follow up but you take a moment to turn to look at him.

“Oeznik” you whisper

He smiles warmly down at you, placing his hand on the side of your arm. “It’s good to see you again madam”

You nod your head, unable to say anymore without letting your emotions get the better of you so you choose to head inside.

You could feel his eyes on you as you enter. You glance up to him and you know he knows why you took a little longer to get onto the plane. It was that knowing look in his eye, the slight twinkle of amusement but also sadness.

You frown realising you’d have to take a seat opposite Zemo, Sam and Bucky already choosing to sit on the other side, showing their dislike for him. You freeze for just a moment making Zemo gesture to the seat in front of him, smirking as he tilts his head. You huff, not bothering to hide your displeasure, taking the seat in front of him but refusing to even look at him.

A few minutes later Zemo chuckles as Oeznik brings out two drinks, a glass of champagne which he offers to Zemo, and a glass of rum which he offers to you. You’re favourite drink. After all this time he still remembered.

You kindly thanked Oeznik, taking the glass as you avoid the confused eyes of Sam who was wondering why you got a drink and he didn’t and the eyes of Zemo, which held an emotion you couldn’t quite recognise.

“The food is out but I will see if there is some good food in a gallery,” he tells Zemo and starts to turn away but then Zemo speaks.

“If it doesn’t pass the food test, give it to them,” he says, speaking in sokovian and gesturing to Sam and Bucky.

You weren’t prepared for the surge of pain in your heart as you heard Zemo use the language of your people. Though it had been over twenty years since you last heard it, you could still remember it perfectly.

Oeznik laughs, “It’s good to have you back sir,” he says, then nods to you before leaving again. Zemo smiles at Sam and Bucky, enjoying the notion of how they didn’t know what he said, before his eyes swiftly turn back to you, knowing you know exactly what he said.

He takes a swing of his drink before speaking again, “It’s kind of him to remember your go-to drink” he says in Sokovian.

And there it was. The first acknowledgement of the past between you two. Your eyes burn into his head as you realise just what he was doing. It was a test. He spoke in Sokovian for just you to understand, seeing if you were to take the bait and talk back in Sokovian. He wanted to see if you were willing to acknowledge the past between you two as well.

But Sam and Bucky had no idea where you were from. As far as they knew from your accent you were American and you planned to keep that secret. You weren’t going to play in Zemo’s little game, you refused to take your turn. Instead, ignoring what he had said to stare at the ground.

He waits for a few moments before accepting you weren’t going to reply. Sighing he turns to Sam and Bucky.

“You don’t know what it’s like to be locked in a cell” he starts “Oh, that’s right, you do” he then carries on, taunting them. If he can’t mess with you then he’ll mess with them.

“Why don’t you tell us about where you are going” Sam replies, ignoring Zemo’s attempt at taunting.

Zemo then instead turns to the book in his hand, thumbing through it. “Sorry, I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?” he asks turning to Bucky

Instantly Bucky was out of his seat, his hand around Zemo’s throat pulling him back as he leans in towards his face.

“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you” he whispers

Zemo nods as Bucky lets him go, letting out a slight breath he had been holding in. Bucky glares as Zemo has he takes his seat again.

“I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.”

“But you’re not sorry” you abruptly say, making all eyes turn to you. “Ever since we’ve sat down you’ve been taunting us, trying to stir up trouble. Soon your annoyance will outweigh any use you have for us”

“I’m sorry if I have caused you any offence, Princess, it is never my intention to upset any of you”

But it was. It fucking was. Because he knew just how much pain that nickname brought to your heart. Princess. That’s what he had always referred to you as when you dated. In his eyes, you were a princess, his princess. You clench your jaw, trying to stop the tears that swelled in your eyes. Something Zemo picked up on and himself felt pained seeing your reaction.

“Don’t call her Princess. Her name is y/n” Sam says, glaring at Zemo.

“My apologies, it was my fault to refer to your girl like that”

Instantly both yours and Sam’s eyes widen at his words.

“We’re not, that’s not-” Sam starts to say, fumbling with his words

“We’re just friends” you but in, glaring at Zemo for you knew why he said that.

“Y-yeah” Sam replies, looking between you and Zemo as you stare at each other. Zemo tilts his head slightly, the edge of his lips twitching up.

“I see”

“Now perhaps you could stop taunting us, Zemo, and answer Sam’s original question about where the hell we are going”

If you had blinked you would have missed it but just for a split second, as his last name fell from your lips, you could see him flinch. These days everyone referred to him by his last name, never his first name. And although in the past you had always called him by his first name, you, like them, were using his last name. That hurt more than he thought it would.

“I’m afraid I can’t say just yet, but all will be relieved in due time’

You just groan, rolling your eyes and then choosing to stare out the window trying to forget all about the man that sat in front of you.

Hoping to alleviate the conversation Sam nods to the book Bucky took back from Zemo.

“I’ve seen that book, it’s Steve’s book for when he came out of the ice. I told him about trouble man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What did you think?”

“I like 40’s music so…” Bucky grumpily replies

“You didn’t like it!?” Sam exclaims leaning forward

“I liked it”

“It’s a masterpiece James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African American experience” Zemo buts in, speaking with his hands as he looks over to Bucky

Sams’s eyes face moves from looking at Bucky, to looking at Zemo then back to Bucky.

“He’s out of line, but he’s right. It’s great. Everybody likes Marvin Gaye”

Inside your head, you scoff at Zemo as he talked as if he was sophisticated with music, ‘like you didn’t listen to Nirvana all the time’ you thought. From that point you ignored what they were saying, sipping your drink as you stare out the window. Today had taken a complete turn from what you ever could have imagined it would have turned out to be. And little did you know it was about to get a whole lot messier.

“No fucking way. You can’t make me do that”

“You have to if you want to blend in for the mission” Zemo explains

“She can blend in, in many other ways, she doesn’t have to pretend to be your partner,” Sam says arguing for you

“They will be suspicious of her though and it could risk the whole mission but if she was my partner they wouldn’t be suspicious”

“He’s right y/n” Bucky adds, “I don’t want to be doing this either but if we want to find out where the super-soldier serum has come from we need to”

Zemo nods to Bucky in thanks and then looks to you, the corner of his lip twitching up in amusement that Bucky was backing him up and seeing your anger.

He was deliberately trying to antagonise you. Making you pretend to be his partner for the mission, was his way to get back at you for the pain you caused him when you broke things off. You didn’t think you could cope with having to pretend to be his partner for it, it would just bring up all the pain of what had been lost between you two, what you had to let go of. But they were right. You had to do it for the sake of the mission. If Bucky could pretend to the winter soldier again for the mission the least you could do was this.

“Are you seriously taking his side Bucky, if she doesn’t want to be that then-” Sam starts to argue but you cut him off.

“It’s okay Sam, Bucky’s right I need to do it”

Sam opens his mouth in surprise and then moves over to stand in front of you, placing his hand on your shoulder. “No you don’t y/n, don’t listen to them”

You place your hand over Sam’s hand on your shoulder, rubbing it slightly. “I’ll be okay with it Sam. It’s not like I’d be dating him”

Your eyes flicker to Zemo who had been glaring at Sam now turned his eyes to you, his lips almost twitching into a frown but he stops them.

“I won’t wear that dress though,” you say, your eyes looking down to the short dress Zemo held in his arms.

He opens his mouth to argue against that as well but you stop him, “No Zemo, I won’t be wearing that, that is final”

He bites back his words, smacking his lips together as he nods, “If that is what you wish”

You weren’t ashamed of your prosthetic leg. It was a reminder to you for all you had given to people. But you weren’t about to walk around Madripoor with it being showed off to everyone. And a part of you wasn’t ready for Zemo to see you with it, though you don’t know why.

You hadn’t been to Madripoor before but it didn’t surprise you that Zemo knew the place well. It looked like the shady place you would find him in. As soon as you stepped out of the car Zemo’s arm wrapped around your waist. It fitted like nothing had changed in the time between. Your face instantly turned to him to tell him to let go but he held his finger up to your lips to stop you, “For appearance y/n, you are after all, for this evening, my partner”

Begrudgingly you accept it and don’t try to move his arm away as you walk together. Sam walks up beside you and as you turn to look at him he rolls his eyes. You chuckle at Sam then felt Zemo’s grip on your waist tighten.

As you walk into the bar Zemo takes a seat on the stool. You glance around but all the other seats had been taken. Smirking Zemo pats his lap, “Hop on princess”

You grasp onto his shoulder, pinching it harshly to cause him some pain as you position yourself on his lap, but he just chuckles at your reaction, his hand instantly going to rest on your tigh which was thankfully covered by your trousers.

“Don’t call me princess” you whisper angrily to him

He leans forward, his lips by your ear as you feel his breath, “We have to make it realistic princess, plus I think that would be the sought of a nickname I would give you if we were dating”

He presses a lip to your cheek as he pulls back from you, chuckling as he sees how your cheeks heat up and the glare you grace him with.

“Hello gentlemen and lady,” the barman says finally coming over to you, “I wasn’t expecting the smiling tiger”

“His plans changed, we have a business to do, with Selby,” Zemo says, trying to take over all conversation so no one gave themselves away.

“And she does as well?” he asks, nodding to you

“Anywhere I go she goes with me” Zemo replies, chuckling as he looks at you with a smile on his lips

“Isn’t that right princess?”

You try your best to push back the anger you felt, instead, forcing a smile as you look back at Zemo, “Of course my love” you tell him then leans forward to place a quick peck on his lips.

As your lips lightly brush against his you could hear the slight hitch in his breath and as you lean your head on his chest you wonder if he could feel how fast your heart was beating in your chest.

It’s just for appearances, that’s all you tell yourself but even though it was brief you could still feel the warmth of his lips on yours, that comforting feeling that you hadn’t felt in so long and it was as if all the buried emotions you had come flooding back. Here you were sitting on his lap, kissing him as if nothing had changed and for a moment you wondered if that could be the case. Could you two go back to what time was like before?

But you couldn’t. Not only was it down to the fact that Zemo was a wanted criminal, but he had moved on from you. He fell in love with another, he married her. Any feelings he had for you were long gone and this was just him messing with you, and you didn’t want to let him know the feelings you still had for him after all this time.

The barman seems to accept your display though, choosing to focus on Sam instead as he makes him his ‘usual’ drink.

Zemo orders you and him a drink which you thankfully take from his hand, hoping to drown your feelings away with the alcohol.

A man comes up behind you and instantly Zemo lifted you off your lap, pushing you behind him as he stands up to face the man.

“Got word from on high, you’re not welcomed here,” he tells Zemo,

“Hm” Zemo replies, nodding as he takes the man’s words, “I have no business with the power broker, but if he insists he can either come talk to me...” he finishes, nodding over to Bucky

“Or bring Selby for a chat”

The man leaves as Bucky looks over to Zemo. As Zemo turns around once again his arm wraps around your waist.

“A power broker, really?”

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar”

“Do you know him?” you ask and Zemo looks down at you amused by your question, “Only by reputation”

“In Madripoor he is judge, jury and executioner”

Zemo’s eyes focus now on another man coming towards him. Turning back around to the bar he speaks to Bucky in Russian just as the man places his hand on Zemo’s shoulder. You all turn around to watch as Bucky grabs the man and starts to attack him. You’d seen violence before but it still made you wince knowing how Bucky didn’t want to do this.

After one particular nasty hit without thinking your hand grasps onto his hand, needing something to hold on to. As soon as you realised what you had done you swiftly try to pull your hand back but Zemo holds onto it tight, refusing to let it go. You could feel his gaze turn to you but you choose to ignore his cocky face and instead focus on Bucky.

You stand out of the way as Bucky slams the man onto the table and Zemo leans forward to let Bucky know not to take it too far. That was your ticket though as then you were being shown the way to see Selby.

The meeting itself wasn’t too bad. Zemo held onto your hand as he pulled you over to sit with him. He talked to Selby while you just sat on his lap. Selby didn’t pay any attention to you, which you were thankful for. Things were going smoothly until Sam’s phone ringed.

That’s how you found yourself running along with Bucky, Sam and Zemo avoiding gunfire. As you ran you heard one gunfire and felt your prosthetic leg move slightly as the bullet went straight through it.

Zemo must have seen what happened as well, but not knowing you had a prosthetic leg, he wrapped his arms suddenly around your legs, picking you up bridal style. He ran off to the side, leaving Bucky and Sam behind as he hid you down an alleyway.

“Zemo let go of me!” you hissed, hitting him in the chest as he stopped running. He instead places you on the ground, growling at you not to move as he starts to check all his pockets in his coats. Instead, you do move, getting up off the floor and he looks at you angrily. “I said don’t move! You’ll injure yourself more”

You lean down and jank up slightly the trouser leg, showing the fake metallic leg underneath.

“I’m fine Zemo! It’s fake. Now we need to go and find Sam and Bucky”

But Zemo was frozen, staring down at your leg in shock. Because at that moment was the realisation for him. All this time he had been teasing you, testing the waters of how far he could push you to admit to the past. Messing around with you as if you were two lovesick teenagers again. But you had both changed, and he was refusing to realise that until now. Because he didn’t want to acknowledge the fact you were no longer the woman he once knew. The one person he knew better than himself and he had still half-believed that was the case until now. You had a fake leg, lost in what he assumed was the army which you and Sam had been in. He didn’t know because the truth was you were almost a stranger to him now, and he hated that. He just wanted things to be the way they once were. That’s what he desperately craved but it couldn’t be.

“Okay,” he simply says and nods, finally pulling his gaze away from your leg and up to you. Following your lead, he chases after you to find out where Sam and Bucky had gone.

Sam paced around the main room of Sharon’s house. His mind was occupied with so many thoughts it was hard to concentrate but there was one that stuck out like a splinter in a thumb. What the hell was going on between you and Zemo? He wasn’t stupid he could pick up on something, the looks two you gave each other, the tension in the air, the way you reacted when you first saw him. Sam considered himself your best friend, though you two hadn’t seen each other in ages. So it bugged him how this was obviously something big to you, and he didn’t know what it was.

Zemo sat at the table by the side, quietly drinking some whiskey. Both you and Bucky had decided to retire for the night while Sam decided to stay up just so he could find out the truth.

“You look like you are trying to burn a hole through my head by the way you are staring at me Sam” Zemo says, finally looking up from his glass to Sam who was glaring at him.

“Is something the matter?” he asks

“You and y/n. What’s up with that”

Zemo chuckles, looking back down into his glass, “Ah that”

“I’m her best friend, I know everything about her, apart from this apparently”

Zemo’s eyes snapped back to Sam but this time there was no amusement in them, instead a angry glaze as he frowned, “Best friend?” he repeats, standing up and walking over to Sam. “You hardly know her at all”

Sam scoffs as he raises an eyebrow at Zemo attempting to get into his face. “And you do?”

“Yes” Zemo instantly replies, “I know she was born in Novia Grand, Sokovia. Just like me. I know which schools she attended, the same as mine, I know what her favourite meals are, we had them whenever she came round to my house. I know her favourite band, I took her to their first concert. I know everything little thing about her Sam, and you know nothing”

Sam’s eyes widen at Zemo’s confession, realisation dawning on him. “You were childhood friends”

“More than friends Sam, we were lovers. We were the first people we dated, we were each other first kiss, we were each other first time” Zemo claims as if bragging to Sam

“Yet you didn’t know she was in the Army, you didn’t know she had a prosthetic leg did you?” Sam asks and when he sees the slight fall in Zemo’s face he smiles, “You used to know her Zemo, but obviously, you don’t know the person I know now”

With a pair of tweezers lent to you from Sharon, you pull your trouser leg up and search around in your prosthetic leg attempting to find the bullet lodged inside and pull it out. You could see the bullet but you couldn’t quite get the right angle to pull it out making you groan in annoyance.

You were about to throw the tweezers across the room in anger when you heard a knock against the door. You were currently sitting in one of Sharon’s guest rooms as lot were staying at Sharon’s place for the night to rest up then go and find the scientist tomorrow morning.

“Y/n?” you hear his voice call out from the other side

You sigh rolling your eyes, “What do you want” you snap

“May I come in? We need to talk”

“I don’t want to talk”

You hear the click of the door and Zemo pushes it open to stare at you in a slight annoyance. His eyes then move down to the tweezers in your hand and your leg. He takes a few steps towards you, his hand out as he closes the door.

“Let me”

You hesitate for a moment but finally, give in and hand him the tweezers. He pulls out a seat beside you and gently puts the tweezers through the hole in your leg.

“How did it happen?” he asks as he concentrates on your leg while at the same time trying to create polite conversation.

“Like most injuries out there. One of the soldiers was on the floor, shot a round of bullets into my leg. The doctor there couldn’t save my leg so I had to get it amputated”

He nods, finally grasping the bullet with the tweezers and started to pull it out. “Serving in the army, it’s admirable. Something very like you. I was in the Sokovian armed forces. EKO scorpion”

You nod as you watch him pull the bullet out and place it to the side. “I remember reading about it in the news”

His eyes, flickering to you, glimmer with amusement. “So you kept track of me?”

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he caught you out. You glance away from his intense stare instead to the table. “Did you really expect that I didn’t? You once were my best friend Zemo. It’s hard to let that go. I saw you got married, had a child. I’m sorry about what happened to them”

It was Zemo’s turn to look away now, feeling the pain in his heart ignite as he thinks back to his previous family. “My son, he was born on your birthday”

“I’m surprised you remember my birthday”

He smiles slightly, finally turning his eyes back to yours, “Of course I do. Every year I’d drink a toast to you. You said that I was your best friend and hard to let go of that. Well, it’s the same both ways y/n. I couldn’t just forget about your existence.”

“I had to leave” you whisper

“I know. I know why you left, and I know why you broke up with me in the first place”

Your eyes flash to his in surprise and widen seeing how they were swarmed with tears. “Because of my family, they never would of let us marry because of your status. Y/n I would have left all of that behind for you, without a second thought”

Shaking your head you reply, “I couldn’t have asked that of you Zemo”

“And that’s one of the reasons why you are so perfect. You always put me before you, now this time I am asking you to finally let yourself choose. If you want me to leave say and I will leave. But if you don’t say I will stay with you, and I won’t let you leave again”

“We’re not who we once were, Helmut” you mutter, finally letting yourself use his first name and with that, he already knew your choice. His hand goes up to cradle the side of your face gently, moving it nearer to him.

“Then let’s discover each other, all over again”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he pushed his lips on you, fitting perfectly against yours as if they were made for you. He poised there, hoping he wasn’t being too forward but his lips smirked as you started to move your lips on him, crashing them on top of his for action, which he kindly gave.

His tongue poked your bottom lip, begging for entrance. One which you allow as you wrap your fingers behind his neck, getting tangled in his hair.

You could hardly believe this is where you were, once again with Zemo, his lips upon yours, desire between your legs. In the last twenty years, you had often dreamt of reuniting with Zemo, experiencing this moment again but you never thought it would happen. But here you were.

His hands travelled down your back, swooping under your butt as you wrapped your leg around his waist. Swiftly he lifts you off the chair and walks you over to the bed, placing you down on it and crawling on top of you.

His lips trail down your cheek, across your jawline and down onto your neck, sucking on that delicate pulse spot. A moan escapes from your lips and he pulls back chuckling. “For so long now I’ve longed to hear you moan for me Princess”

You just groan, your hand pushing his face back into your neck making him laugh but he quickly goes back to making a hickey on it. His fingers trail down to your shirt, slowly lifting it and once again he pulls away to be able to lift the shirt off you.

He holds back for a moment to admire your beauty. His hands move behind your back and swiftly undoes the clasps on your bra, tugging it off. He groans seeing you for all your glory and buries his head in your boobs. ‘Oh how I have missed these’

While his mouth latches onto your breasts, smothering them in kisses as his hands go to undo the buttons on your trousers. He starts to tug them down, with no sense of being gentle but rather a primal urge taking over him. He manages to tug them off you and then his lips move down even further. He trails his tongue from your breasts down your belly, leaving a trail of saliva. As he reaches your underwear, his teeth latch onto it. With a slight groan from his lips, he then pulls them off, sliding them down your legs and flicking them off to the floor along with your other discarded clothes.

He sighs in contentment as he buries his face into the side of your thigh as his fingers trail your prosthetic leg. Leaning forward he places a kiss on it, then trails upwards, littering it in soft kisses. The only softness you’ll be experiencing tonight.

As you feel him get nearer your core you let out a shudder in anticipation, as you shudder you feel his lips suddenly press against your core. He instantly latches into your clit, his tongue dancing on it, twisting it in circular motions. Your hands instantly grasp his hair, holding him close to your core, not letting him go. Not that he ever want to. Sandwiched between your legs is where he belonged.

“If I remember correctly, you always liked this part”

You let out a shocked gasp as suddenly a finger presses against your entrance and then slips inside of you, with ease from how wet you have become. He slides the finger all the way into the end, letting a moan rip out of your throat.

“It seems I do remember correctly”

“Instead of commentating everything why don’t you put that mouth to good use” you groan, pushing his face back into your crotch. His tongue instantly went back to your clit as he started to thrust his finger in and out of you, making sure it brushes against your walls. As you start to let more little moans he thrusts another finger inside, opening slightly to stretch you out.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening as he worked his tongue on your clit and his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace. Then his fingers hit just at that right spot and your walls fluttered around him. You hardly got enough time to choke out a warning before you were gushing all over his fingers. When your climax started to edge away he pulled his face back from your clit, removing his fingers and while holding your eye contact he stuck his tongue out, lapping up your juices on his fingers.

He moans slightly as he licks it up, his eyes fluttering half close, ‘Mine Gott, I forgot just how good you tasted’

“Well let’s see if you are as good with that dick as you were in the past” you tease, pulling his face towards your to encompass in another kiss. As your hands hold his face to yours his fingers feel up the side of your waist, ghosting over your skin creating goosebumps.

You could sense when his fingers started to trail to his trousers though and you pull away from his lips making him whine.

“Strip for me”

He tilts his head smirking as he looks up into your playful eyes. “As you wish my princess,” he says as he climbs off you, standing at the end of the bed. Slowly he tugs off his large coat off, laying it on the side of the bed. Next, he works on his turtleneck, slowly tugging it up to his chest, then over his head. Soon it joins the steady growing pile of discarded clothes. Next, he quickly tugged down his trousers and boxers, his patience starting to wear thin.

As he pulled them down exposing his dick you hummed in approval. “Now isn’t that a sight for sore eyes”

“And you were complaining at me for talking” Zemo murmurs, stepping forward to crawl back onto you but your hold your hand up to stop him. “Put the coat back on”

“I see in our time apart you’ve become more demanding,” he says as he picks up the coat and slides it back onto his naked body. As he finally gets to crawl back on top of you, you grasp the fur collar and pull him closer to your face.

You run your fingers through his hair, making it even messier than it was before. Parts of it fell onto his forehead. His hands move down to hold his dick by your entrance, rubbing it against your folds. For a moment he hesitates, moving his head to rest against your forehead in anticipation.

“You’re still as beautiful as when I last saw you”

With that, he pushes into you, rather quickly because of how desperate he was to feel you around him. As he bottoms out he groans, pushing his face into the crook of the neck as you grasp the back of his head gasping. He stays still for a minute, treasuring the feeling of your walls clasping onto him. Then slowly he pulls mostly out of you, till just his head hung in your, and then thrust back into you.

He started to pick up speed, hearing the increase of your moans against his ear. His grunts and moans start to intertwine with yours as you both chase your pleasure.

“Gott, you are so perfect my princess. You feel so good around me” he’d groan into your ear as his hips thrust repeatedly into your, the sounds echoing on the walls of the room. His fingers sneak down your belly to your core, rubbing against your clit. Instantly your back was arched and your fingers grasped onto the coat.

“God Helmut, I don’t remember you being this good” you moan and with your words he speeds up, pumping inside of you. His head kept brushing up inside that perfect spot inside and with his fingers twisting on your clit you could feel your climax steadily approaching.

“H-Helmut, I’m going to, soon I’m-” you tried to get out between moans but there was no need to as Zemo could feel how close you were for the way your walls clung around him tightly.

“Come for me Princess, let me feel you. I need to feel you again my love, after so long”

And his words were music to your ears as you feel the knot within you snap and your wetness gushing over his dick. Zemo bites down on your neck, trying to be gentle, as he feels your walls grasp you even tiger as he thrusts into you. Not long after he felt his own release coming and as you lay there panting he thrusts in time to his release until he squeezed out every last drop.

He hovers over you for a moment, panting, wanting to remain in your warmth for just a moment longer but eventually he pulls out and collapse beside you.

He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, burying his face in your hair.

“Thank you Helmut” you whisper

“No my princess, thank you for forgiving me for everything I’ve ever done to you. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I don’t deserve your love but I desperately need it. I won’t lose you again my darling”

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California Bound.

Pairing: Bucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, yandere, homeless!bucky, stalking, home intrusion, obsession, loneliness, sad!bucky, disturbing thoughts, dubcon? This is a dark fic.

Words: 4k

Summary: You’re so lonely and isolate in this city that if you died your neighbours wouldn’t even notice, your colleagues wouldn’t care and your boss would probably be pissed that you didn’t put in your two weeks notice before you went to hell. Bucky is tired of being alone and invisible and he knows you are too. He knows you can mend each other's’ hearts.

A/N: set after CA:TWS. I’m not a native speaker so forgive me for any mistakes. Please let me know what you think and like and reblog if you liked it :) feedback is always appreciated!

In the unstable state of his scattered mind he can vividly recall a woman in a red dress.

Some memories are long gone, some are fragmented, and although the lines of her face have been blurred by the passing of time and decades of electrocution, her plump red lips are permanently burned in the back of his brain.

When he closes his eyes, sometimes, he can still see her smile.

Only she’s not smiling at him.

She’s smiling at Steve, his brother, his friend, his mission.

Not even seventy years of brainwashing and torture could get rid of the sadness that filled him when she walked past and ignored him as if he wasn’t there, as if nothing else in that room existed except for Steve.

In his memory she doesn’t see him, and nobody has since.

Perhaps it’s in that moment that he became no one, in that moment he was condemned to an existence of pain, loneliness and invisibility.

He’s a ghost that haunts the dirty streets of Philadelphia, crouched behind the dumpsters of dark alleys, begging the ones who sneer at him for spare change in train stations, lurking in the shadows to pickpocket the rich passerbys of the city.

The hormone suppressants HYDRA forced on him are wearing off.

He can feel himself slipping, his most primal instincts violently surging back after 70 years of being repressed. His brain goes haywire when he catches sight of a pair of legs clad in a short skirt, the blood draining from his brain and travelling straight to his cock, and he wills himself to restrain his urges.

Modern women are so pretty, and they wear so little clothes. They don’t see him, of course, but he sees them.

He sees those tight little dresses, those high heels, those long lashes and bright lips.

In another life he could have been like one of the rich boys he often spots outside of clubs, well dressed and well groomed, and maybe those pretty girls would have fawned over him too.

But not in this life.

In this life he’s been alone for 70 years, and his loneliness consumes him so intensely that some nights, when the cold is unbearable and the streets are empty, he wishes he hadn’t been born at all.

In this life he doesn’t shower and shave for weeks on end, and his hair is so greasy and matted that even if he wasn’t in hiding he’d have to wear a baseball cap anyways. When he looks at himself in the mirror he barely recognizes the handsome soldier in a blue uniform he saw at the Smithsonian. The man who stares back at him in the mirrors of soiled public restrooms has deep frown lines on his forehead, dark circles under dull eyes and a patch of white hair on his beard. Only the startling blue of his eyes has stood the test of time.

Those pretty girls wouldn’t spare him a second glance.

He’s tired of the loneliness that plagues him. He just wishes to be seen.

He wants someone to look at him, really look at him, in anything other that pity or disgust. He wants someone who could hold him at night and take care of his battered soul.

He wants a companion to spend his time with, someone he could talk to; when was the last time he uttered a single word? When was the last time someone touched him tenderly?

You’d think after all he’s been through that being alone would be a walk in the park in comparison, but the emptiness that eats him alive is the most unbearable torture he’s ever been subjected to. It took HYDRA 20 years to break him, it only took the loneliness a couple of months.

He just wants someone.

Someone who sees him.

And you do. You see him.

He’s hunched over in a recess in the wall of an alley, violently shaking. The ground beneath him is frozen, the strong winds are like a slap in the face and the heavy-duty winter jacket he was able to steal isn’t doing much to protect him from the harsh weather. Maybe he won’t survive tonight, he almost dares to hope.

He’s still crying when he spots a pair of crisp white sneakers coming his way, and he looks up. He’s seen you around a couple of times, you’re one of the pretty girls who short circuit his brain.

You’re wearing a bright yellow winter jacket and black jeans. You look young, but he can’t tell how young. People nowadays age different than they used to back then. You’re probably way younger than him, although he has no idea exactly how old he is; he was 27 when he went to war, how much has he aged? How young is too young for a man with no age?

The light of the lamps behind you diffuses a soft halo around your body. You shine on your own light, brighter than the sun; you’re an angel so beautiful, so perfect that he doesn’t know if you’re a figment of his imagination.

You crouch down and hand him a bunch of blankets and a warm cup of something, maybe tea? When he grabs it his fingers brush against yours and it sends a jolt of electricity down his spine. He expects you to grimace in disgust at his touch, but you don’t. You smile.

You smile at him.

Suddenly he doesn’t feel the cold anymore, he only feels the warm tingling in his stomach.

He smiles back, or at least he tries. He hasn’t smiled since World War II, as Nazis didn’t give him a lot of reasons to, to be honest.

And just like you appeared, you’re gone in a heartbeat.

But he can’t simply let you go like that, so he resolves to summon back the Asset’s stealth and gets up to follow you.

That night when he closes his eyes the smile he sees belongs to you.

They say even your worst day only lasts 24 hours; too bad your worst day has become your worst year so far.

They also say when you reach rock bottom the only way to go is up. They lied about that too.

Somehow today you’ve been scraping the bottom of the pit you’re in and have dug yourself even deeper than the lowest you could get.

You want to say your day can’t get any worse than this, but you know there’s always room for worsening.

The feeble March sun shines through the clouds and you’re dreading the flight of stairs that awaits you since your landlord categorically refuses to have the lift fixed. By the time you get to your door you’re exhausted and can’t wait to shower the day away and lounge on your couch.

You open up the door to your apartment and get inside in a rush, only to stop dead in your tracks when you notice something is off about your home. There’s an eerie stillness about the open space, and maybe you’re going crazy but it seems like some of your things are not where you’d left them.

Apparently you just unlocked a lowest level to rock bottom.

It takes you a couple of seconds to register it, but when you do the hair on the back of your neck stand up and your brain screams danger at you.

There’s a smell inside that is not yours. It’s the strong, manly smell of sweat, and it wouldn’t be entirely unpleasant if it weren't for the fact that you live alone and don’t usually have men over.

You never think it’s going to happen to you until it does.

You took self defense in college, you carry pepper spray with you, you always thought if you were in danger you’d be able to defend yourself, or at least bolt away.

They never tell you that fear is paralyzing. They don’t tell that the anticipation of pain roots you on the spot, that your legs feel like they’re made of lead and all you can do is wait for the impact to come. They don’t tell you that the dread that chills the blood in your veins can break the most primal of mechanisms humans have, and the fight or flight response you were counting on to save you abandons you too

When it happens, you don’t even hear it coming; there’s a prickle at the base of your neck and, before you descend into the darkness, two arms envelope you, and you feel the ghost of a kiss on your shoulder.

You try to peel your eyes open when a hand delicately caresses your cheek and lingers on your lips. Your eyelids are heavy, your head is pounding like you’re having the worst hangover in you life and your whole body is aching. You want to speak, you want to shake that hand away, but you are unmoving.

It reminds you of the medicine induced hallucination you used to have, which were an inconvenient side effect of the same prescription drugs that were supposed to help you sleep. It feels like a sleep paralysis, minus the demon sitting on your stomach.

You’re slipping in and out of consciousness when you hear it. There’s a voice speaking.

You suppose whoever it belongs to is talking to you. You strain your ears and will yourself to concentrate real hard, despite your brain pulsing in your skull and threatening to burst out.

The voice definitely belongs to a man, and whoever he is, he sounds very soft spoken and polite. Too bad he broke into your house and drugged you.

“So pretty, so perfect for me.”

“We won’t ever be lonely anymore, I promise you that.”

“...cleaned up real good for you...”

“...can’t wait for you to wake up.”

It’s all you can make out in your drowsy state. He peppers your forehead and the crown of your head with soft kisses. There’s two strong arms holding you. You fall back asleep.

The sun shines brightly through the curtains of your bedroom and you want to flip the universe off for lining up the morning rays directly onto your face, and yourself for forgetting to draw the blinds.

You almost cuss yourself out for being yet again late for work when the events of the previous evening rush back to you. You wake with a jolt and you feel terror enveloping you when you see him.

Fear grips your throat and you want to scream, you want to thrash about and punch him, and yet all you can do is look at him with wide eyes.

You feel your chest heaving but it’s almost like it doesn’t belong to you, it’s not happening to you, it can’t; you breathe but the air won’t reach your lungs.

The man detects your distress and sits next to you. He carefully reaches for your hand and places on his chest, over his heart.

You are immobile.

You hate yourself for it. You wish you could do something about this but your stupid brain refuses to cooperate.

“Calm down baby, I’m not here to hurt you.” says the guy who gave you morphine. “Concentrate on my breathing, ‘kay? Inhale, hold your breath- good, now exhale, and again.”

He guides you through a breathing exercise that suggests you it may not be the first time he’s had to calm himself or others from an almost panic attack. The steady beat of his heart calms you down.

“Don’t cry, please.” he pleads with you.

You’re back at it again with the inappropriate thoughts for someone who’s been kidnapped and might get killed in the next few minutes, but you can’t not think how handsome your captor is.

He’s got dark hair gathered up in an elastic at the nape of his neck. His jawline is sharp and his cheekbones high. His eyes are the bluest you’ve ever seen, his lips look soft and pink and his nose is small and cute for a man so chiselled and intimidating.

“I promise I won’t hurt you.” he tells you, and smiles almost shyly at you.

There’s a look on his face that should reassure you, because it means that you won’t die today, but it can only mean you’re doomed to something maybe worse than death.

His expression is tender, like you’re the most precious thing in the world. He seems so affectionate, so loving, that for a moment you wish this was real, you wish your former partners would have looked at you so devotedly.

He takes your hand in his again and traces soothing pattern with his thumb.

Finally you seem to snap back to reality.

“Who are you?” You manage to squeak out. Your throat is on fire, and you’re grateful for the water bottle he hands over to you.

He frowns and seems to think about it until he manages to mumble a “My name is Bucky.”

He hesitates over his name like it doesn’t really belong to him.

You’re puzzled as to why you’re so calm. You’ve never been a feisty one, that’s true; you spent your life conforming to rules, you always complied to orders because you like to be praised and you hate to disappoint. As a child you feared punishments, being grounded, the look of dissatisfaction on your parents’ faces more than anything else in the world.

But you never imagined you’d be striking a conversation with the intruder in your house like it was an everyday occurrence.

It only takes a look to understand that you can’t outrun the guy, nor overpower him. He’s built like a bulldozer and his biceps are bigger than you. He said he wouldn’t hurt you, and as absurd as it sounds you believe him, but it doesn’t mean you’d come out unscathered if you tried to fight him.

Maybe you could outsmart him? Comply until he trusts you and then take off?

“I’ve been watching you.” Oh shit . “You saved my life.”

You can’t stop the remark from escaping your lips. “A thank you would have sufficed, you know, no need to kidnap me and all.”

You weren’t feisty, sure, but that didn’t mean you weren’t a snarky bitch.

The guy chuckles, and it seems like his own amusement surprises you both alike.

“Two months ago, back in January. I was freezing to death. You came and gave me blankets and tea. It warmed me enough to survive the night. I knew back then you were perfect.”

Oh, God . The one time you decided to be a good citizen and gave the blankets you hogged in your cubicle at work to the homeless guy that was always crouched in the back alley of your office building, then one you’d see when you sneaked out the back to smoke on company time.

You almost don’t recognize him.

“You’re just like me in a way. I saw you so sad all this time, you hate your job, you’re always alone. I saw you cry because you feel so lonely. I know that it feels like. I’ve been alone for so long.” He whispers the last part softly, and your heart clenches because it’s true, you’re so damn lonely, but you can recognize the loneliness in his eyes too. He cradles your face in his hands. “But I promise you won’t be alone anymore. You got me now.”

“I don’t know- I-I don’t even know you. Please just let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone. Please don’t hurt me.” You start to plead with him and your words get swallowed by the sobs that shake you. Your heartbeat picks up again.

You know fear now, the real one, but it pales in comparison of the one you feel when the implication of his words starts to sink in.

He just smiles at you.

“What do you want?” you manage to whisper.

“You. We’re going to be happy I promise. I read the notes on your phone where you wrote you wanted to travel, remember that?” You nod weakly, recalling the depressive entry about how stuck your boring life is and the bucket list of all the places you’d want to visit.

“We’re going to travel, I’ll take you wherever you want. Just don’t leave me please, be with me.”

You almost ask with what money since you’re homeless my guy, but then a thought strikes you.

You won’t miss your boring life the moment it will slip away from you; you won’t miss being stuck alone in a city you despise doing a job you hate. You won’t miss the homesickness. You won’t miss berating yourself for accepting a job immediately post grad in a city on the other side of America, just because you were scared of being left behind, of being that one person who ends up with no job after college and has to move back to their parents house.

Maybe, had you stayed in your hometown, or accepted that other position in Austin, maybe this shit wouldn’t have happened to you. You’ll never know.

He pulls you into a hug and you’re so startled your crying subsizes.

He shushes you and coos you while rocking you in his arms. “It’s okay baby, I promise you’re going to like it, you don’t have to worry about a thing, I got it all sorted out for you.”

You’re shocked.

He pushes you down on the bed and as your mind elaborates the worst case scenario possible and as you’re on the verge of another panic attack, he simply envelops you in his arms and puts his head on your chest.

You’re stunned again.

Almost on instinct you wrap your own smaller arms around his shoulders and he sighs contentedly. You’re so touch starved and desperate for affection that even hugging your stalkers feels kinda nice.

You haven’t touched anyone and no one has touched you in such fondness in almost a year. Hook-ups don’t count.

You’re so lonely and isolate in this city that if you died your neighbours wouldn’t even notice, your colleagues wouldn’t care and your boss would probably be pissed that you didn’t put in your two weeks notice before you went to hell.

Lost in thought you only notice he’s about to kiss you when it’s too late.

At first he hesitantly pecks your lips, and then he’s trying to pry your mouth open with his tongue. You don’t know what possesses you to do it but you part your lips.

He’s uncertain on how to move around, like he doesn’t know how to kiss or he’s forgetten how, he has absolutely no idea where to put his hands, and it’s honestly kind of awkward.

You imagine this is what it’s like to kiss a middle schooler.

He pulls away and blushes. “Sorry, it’s been a while.”

You’re stunned yet again.

He’s not apologizing for stalking you, breaking in and drugging you, but because he’s a bad kisser?

He slants his mouth against yours again, this time more forcefully than before. And after almost choking you when he pushes his tongue so deep it would have reached your tonsils hadn’t you had them removed, he seems to get the gist of it, or maybe the muscle memory kicks back in, because even if you won’t admit it to yourself, it feels nice.

You feel sick and twisted but it’s good to have someone desire you, touch you so tenderly, kiss you so passionately. The guys you use to entertain yourself in your solitude never kiss you while they fuck you into oblivion. You forgot how comforting the weight of a warm body on yours is.

You don’t push him away until you feel your t-shirt rip.

His hands explore your body ignoring your pleads to stop.

He’s nowhere and everywhere all at once. One hand squeezes your ass and the other kneads your breasts while he leaves open mouthed, hungry kisses down your throat, until he reaches the soft skin between your neck and clavicles and starts sucking in like a man possessed. You automatically jerk forward and buckle your hips until they touch his and he lets out a groan that travels straight to your already dripping core.

You hate yourself for it, but you’ve never been this aroused.

You hate yourself for giving in so effortlessly, for being so damn weak, so damn lonely.

It’s mortifying how easy you’re making this for him.

Your mind tries to will your body to push him from you, but instead of shoving him away your hands grab his shoulder and pull him closer.

You hate yourself because when he dips his hand in your soaked panties as he suckles on your nipple, your body doesn’t even try to protect you.

You’re at his mercy as he pushes his long fingers through your folds and smears your arousal around, before dipping them inside.

“All this for me, pretty girl?”

Cocky bastard.

He moans in your mouth as he grinds his hips on your leg and you feel the extent of his manhood.

“So pretty, so perfect, so good for me.”

It shouldn’t feel this good, but again you’ve been a slut for praise since you came out the womb. You moan and whine in pleasure and he’s clearly very proud of himself for being the one who elicits these sounds from you. His thumb finds your bud and massages it, sending jolts of unadulterated pleasure down your spine.

You’re trembling under his touch. Your legs are shaking, toes curling, and you can’t stop yourself from moaning louder what you ever have. You can feel the familiar tightness in your core that precedes an orgasm, but you need more.

“Please Bucky, please. Faster.” you whine, ashamed of yourself for pleading like that.

You’re so lost in your own pleasure you don’t notice the look of hunger that crosses Bucky’s face at the mention of his name. He never thought he’d be able to give you so much, he never knew his hand could bring anything other than pain and destruction, but his name sounds so sweet on your tongue.

“Cum pretty girl, cum all over my fingers for me, I know you can.”

And you do. You cum so hard your vision goes black for a second as you lose yourself to the pleasure that travels from your core to the rest of your body.

You’re floating, so dazed that you barely notice he’s undressed you and taken off his pants. When you feel something prod at your entrance, you look down in horror only to find him already lined up with you.

He’s got the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen, and it’s so big, so thick you’re scared he’s going to rip you apart. He doesn’t give you time to react before he’s slamming inside of you.

The scream that rips out of you is animalistic, and he stills.

“God you’re so tight, clamping down on me.” He grunts in you ear as he sets a slow pace.

The pain soon subsides and gives place to more pleasure than you’ve ever felt in your life. He picks up the pace when you stretch around his girth painlessly, and rolls his hips around.

“So good for me.”

“Mine, only mine.”

“My good girl.”

“Taking me so well.”

“Gonna fill you up so good.”

“Fuck, you feel incredible.”

Your pussy clamps down on his cock with each praise he grunts in your ear. You’re so overstimulated and he’s so vocal that you feel like you’re about to burst when you cum again and again for what feels like an eternity, before his movements become sloppier and messier.

You cum once more when he swells inside of you, and you feel the tell-tale sensation of fullness when he fills you up with his cum.

He collapses on you, panting.

You’re both satisfied and spent.

He kisses you once more, on your lips, and it’s so sweet and tender that you almost cry because you know deep down you couldn’t take one more day of solitude.

His voice is deep and hoarse when he speaks again.

“How ‘bout we start with California?”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #dark bucky x reader #dark!bucky x reader #dark!james barnes #marvel fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #james barnes x reader #james barnes x you #james barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years

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The Paths We Take Part 2

Pairing: Fairy King!Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, forced marriage, non-con. Words: 1857. Summary: As your little sister has been kidnapped by the fair folk, you have to set her free, exchanging your life for hers. Part 1 P.S. A huge thank you to @deceitfuldevout for inspiring me to write this chapter! ________________ Smiling to himself, Steve had reached out to your face, his gaze sweeping over you in cold admiration as he watched you sleep. You furrowed your brows anxiously – it seemed you had a nightmare, but Steve did not hurry to wake you up. He considered it his little revenge for your misbehavior earlier when you refused to kiss him after his return from the hunt.

The Unseelie King’s unnaturally pale skin looked grey under the moonlight, his lips of dark blue color. He was still strikingly handsome without the glamour spell, but it was not the beauty lowly humans appreciated, and you screamed when you first saw Steve in his true form, his features painfully sharp, his pale naked body littered with scars that frightened you. Thinking of that, the King smirked. Now he almost never used spells to appear more human-like.

You shifted in that little nest his fairies made for you, rubbing your eyes tiredly; you had hard times sleeping since the summer solstice was coming soon, and you were forced to prepare along with the Unseelie Court you were a part of now.

Before you opened your eyes, Steve leaned closer, claiming your lips in a gentle kiss, his fingers in your uncombed hair. Your skin was warm and soft, and he admired how human you still were after all the rituals he held to bound you to him. In the end, humans could never live as long as even the weakest of fairies.

“Goodnight, little one.” The King smiled, and you frowned at him, your eyes on his dark blue lips.

“It is a very strange tradition of yours.” You grumbled in return, knowing it was way too early to be awake. “People wish each other goodnight before going to sleep, not when somebody wakes them up in the middle of the night.”

The Fae laughed at your grimace and gave you one more kiss as you trembled slightly when his cold lips touched yours. He put your hand on his cheek, making you brush your fingers against the big scar you gave Steve the night he took you away. Your lovely wedding gift to him, he chuckled every time when some fae lord asked him. Steve was oddly proud of you resolve to fight him. Maybe this was why he married you in the first place because you could think of no other reason.

“Did you have a tough day, little one? I know you were busy preparing for the solstice.” He got inside the nest and made you lay on his chest, using a bit of force – you were not too compliant yet. Maybe you would never be, he thought to himself. “I hope you did not forget to make a wreath for me?”

A wreath of meadowsweet and flowers that had to be sent floating in the pond. It was a ritual to bound a man who would pick it to a maiden who weaved the wreath. You heard of it before but had never had anyone you wanted to make a wreath for. You still had a hard time understanding why the Fae King cared for this tradition – he had already forced you to become his wife despite all your attempts to kill or escape him.

“Of course, I made it.” You said and pointed to a pile of herbs and flowers. “It’s over there.”

“No poisonous plants or thorns?” As the King narrowed his eyes at you, you chuckled, sending him a smug look.

“Tomorrow night pick it up and see for yourself, lord fae.”

He grinned at you darkly, and you felt shiver running down your spine. You could still feel his bites on your inner thighs the last time you tried to trick him, and Steve gently brushed his hand against your skin as he spread your legs, caressing your core hidden beneath your silky dress to remind you of it.

“Silly little girl.” He whispered in your ear, biting your earlobe. “You like to hurt me, don’t you?”

“It’s you who like to hurt me.” You hissed in return, trying to wriggle free, but his grip on you prevented you from pushing Steve away. “You have been trying to make my life insufferable, and yet you expect me to accept it and submit to you? Oh no, my King. Every time you hurt me, I will hurt you too.”

As you tried biting fae’s arm to force him to release you, Steve laughed at you, rolling you on top of him and placing your palms on his chest while pressing his hands over yours. You could feel him becoming hard, and your cheeks grew hot from shame as you bit down on your lip, sending the King an icy glare. You had long lost your innocence since the night when you exchanged your vows, but you were still not accustomed to being with a man. You hoped Steve would be shifting his admiration with astonishing versatility so you would not need to be the object of his affection constantly, yet as far he had never even once set his eyes on someone else.

His grin became wider.

“I have always admired your strength of character.” The fae lord winked at you mockingly, humming as he grinded his hips against yours, pushing you up. “Do not worry, you will have a fair chance against me after the summer solstice, I give you my word.”

You clenched your teeth. The last time he said it was when the forest sprites pushed your little sister into the faerie ring, and she disappeared into the human realm. You had not seen her after that, always staying with the Unseelie Court, yet you were lucky to get news how she was doing as Steve been sending you the forest sprites who spied on her. Luckily, she was taken under the old woman’s wing, the one who had escaped from the faerie ring just like her.

“What do you mean?” You grunted.

“Have you not heard, little one? Why do you think I have demanded you to weave a wreath for me?”

His blue lips curled into a smirk, and you grew more nervous, wishing you could part from him and wrap your arms around yourself instead. There was something odd in his voice when he spoke, “The bonding spell made during the night of summer solstice is a very powerful one.”

“But we have already bonded.” You blinked, watching him. “This ritual is useless for the ones who are married. Why doing it now?”

“I have a lot to teach you, I see,” Steve chuckled and raised his head to kiss you against your will again. “This has nothing to do with that silly little ritual of yours. The bonding spell I will cast can bind our spirit, mind, and body. I will feel what you feel. I will know what you think of. I will sense where are you, and I will always find you wherever you run from me.”

For a second you became quiet, your eyes wide, body tensing as you realized what the lord fae was going to do to you. No more escape attempts, no more misbehaving, no more trying to kill him. Steve was going to have you under his thumb.

The next moment you were fighting him to get away and crush the beautiful meadowsweet wreath you had made, biting and pushing and kicking your husband. The Unseelie King was laughing like a madman at your pathetic attempts to get rid of him, and soon he climbed over you as he pushed you down to the ground, pressing your arms together with his hand.

“Stop fighting, little one.” He stared at you with his deep dark eyes, his smile not reaching them. “Every Fae King casts this spell upon marrying.”

“This is a lie, and you know it.” You snarled at him – in such short period of time you had already sensed when he was not being honest with you. The fae smirked at you in return.

“You are so perceptive, my dear. Very well, not every. But most of our kind do not choose mortal women as our spouses, and it is only natural for a husband to prolong the life of his wife. Is it that bad? You will become as strong as I am.”

“Why would I need your str-“

You fell silent, frowning at his words while Steve was dropping heated kisses to your neck, ripping your clothes and then pressing his lips to your bared shoulders. Strong as him? Why would you become as strong as him? He was not only a fairy, but the King of the Unseelie Court. Not many could match his power even among his own kind. How was it possible for a mere mortal?

“The bonding spell I will cast can bind our spirit, mind, and body.”

“I will feel what you feel,” you whispered, repeating after him as the lord fae kissed your tummy, getting in between your legs, “I will know what you think of.” His hand was gently rubbing circles on your mound, and your body grew warm to the King’s delight. He lowered his head as he left a tender kiss on your inner thigh.

Oh. As you would feel his pain, he would feel yours. If you hurt yourself, he would be hurt too.

His tongue on your clit drew a loud moan from you, and you hurriedly covered your mouth with your palm, ashamed at the noise you made. The Fairy King was quite experienced in making women squirm beneath him, and it both irritated and pleased you as you shivered, biting your tongue to stop being so loud.

“Do you understand what you are doing, my King?” You whimpered, feeling his long wet tongue inside you, trying to resist him and failing miserably as you kept moaning from his touches. “Ah!.. I-I can make you… r-regret it.”

“You will have to find a better weapon than an iron nail.” The fae grinned at you, finally rising above you and undressing himself, his face glistening with your juices. “Because the spell will not weaken me, little one, it will make you stronger. But please do not think it will be easier for you to win, sweetheart, for we will become one.”

Before you had time to reply, his hips surged forward, and you muffled a moan in your palm. Taking his entire length was not easy for you still, and if he did not prepare you with his tongue, you would cry out in pain. Steve gently shushed you, kissing your forehead and settling in between your thighs, reaching deep inside you, and drawing more shameful noises from you.

“Shh, darling. I will be gentle.” He whispered, basking in the warmth of your human body, his own heating up quickly as he slowly started to move, filling you to the brim.

Biting your lips, you finally stopped resisting, enjoying the intimacy and taking your King just like he wanted you to.

You would have time to think about hurting him later while making a new wreath for him, without poisonous wild parsnip you hid beneath the meadowsweet. _____________________ Tags: @finleyjayne @alexakeyloveloki @helenaeisenhower @villanellevi @hurricanerin @void-hoechlin @abyssaint @heeeyitskay @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @navegandoaciegas @rosalynshields @brattycherubwrites @sllooney @angrythingstarlight @lovelydarkdaydream

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edith-moonshadow · 3 years

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Lets change the vibe at this party and go for some fluff. 13 going on 30 au. Dealers choice, but billy being jemma might be a good call.

Spoilers For 13 going on 30 (2004) I’m generally speaking not a huge fan of romantic comedies but I do have a few that I love and 13 going on 30 is one of them (how can you not love this film), although I haven’t seen it in a while so I might misremember the story a tad. Also as a reader and a writer I skew more towards angst and dark obsession, I love them loving each other and small affectionate moments between them are important but I wouldn’t consider fluff my forte.

That being said you could explore a lot in a story where Billy just wants to grow up, either because you’re being a little more canon-compliant and he hates his home life or the angst of being a teenager is too much and he wants to be in control of his own life. So he’s starting to hang out with some of the popular kids at school and therefore has no time for his best friend Steve, who is sweet but kind of a nerd so would never fit in with the popular kids, maybe Steve embarasses him in front of everyone at his party. He has a disastrous thirteenth birthday and when he makes his wish on his birthday candle it’s that he wants to be 30 or grown-up.

He awakens on the day of his thirtieth birthday discovering that he grew up to be an ambitious asshole who uses other people to get what he wants, has affairs with married people and is generally just not the kind of person he ever wanted to be.

He finally runs into Steve, he’s the same sweet person he always was and he’s grown up to be handsome and kind and Billy ends up leaning on him because out of everyone he knows in this reality Steve feels like a connection to the past that he wants, a lifeline in amongst all the scheming and backstabbing that his life has become.

They work on a project together and Billy realizes that he’s falling for Steve, maybe that he’s had these feelings for a while but he ignored them thinking that it was a silly crush or that he was too good for Steve but now he sees that Steve is perfect and he wishes that he’d kept him a part of his life. Steve seems to return the sentiment but there’s a small problem Steve is engaged to be married and even though Billy makes an impassioned plea declaring his love Steve has committed himself to someone else so Billy leaves broken-hearted making a wistful wish on a dollhouse that Steve lovingly made for him. He knows now that Steve is his future and he doesn’t want to be in any reality where they can’t be together.

He awakens on the morning of his thirteen birthday, having the chance to relive the whole day again, he can’t believe that he’s gotten a second chance at a dream life. This time he gets rid of the popular crowd knowing the path that will take him down and when Steve arrives he pulls him into his arms and gives him a sweet kiss, Steve is shocked but delighted and Billy knows that he’s made the right choice.

You could explore this story in many ways but if you want a fluffy version, you could focus on how Billy feels about Steve, that little flutter in his stomach when he smiles at him, how giddy he feels when Steve wants to spend time with him and you could even take moments that would normally be angsty and explore them more from how much it reinforces Billy’s love for Steve so his wish on the dollhouse could show how much he can’t live without him which is then a joyous moment when he awakens in the past again.

Could also fill in the gaps that the film left out so how their sweet budding romance as teenagers grows as they fall in love, all the lovely moments such as holding hands, important dates between them such as Billy’s birthday being an unoffical anniversary, their love growing deeper, sweet lingering kisses and how Billy’s heart melted when Steve agreed to marry him. Also how their friendship is important especially to Billy because he knows that without that support in his life he becomes a horrible person and Steve is great support for him.

I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted I’ve never really written fluff before and I don’t read it either as a general rule so I’m a little out of my depth.

#anon ask #harringrove #fic idea #13 going on 30 au

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years

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The One I Want - Drabble

Grease!Steve Rogers x Pink Lady!Reader

Warnings: Smoking Summary: The movie Drive-In was always a number one hang out spot for all different groups of people. Some can enjoy each other, or there are some who can rile up a couple fights. It’s always fun.

Look what I did again!

We all know you want a part 2, but I have too much on my plate, so you’ll have to be patient. It may or may not happen, we don’t know!

Enjoy!

Steve was chilling outside, waiting for his friends to return from the burger joint. His cigarette hanging out of his lips that was lit yet. He played with the lighter in his fingers, looking over down the lot, he saw a couple of girls who were giggling and eyeing him.

Steve nods toward them and the girls scattered to the car and drove off laughing. His friends cackles then erupt outside the door. “Dude, that was wack! You saw how that waitress looked! She’s got eyes for you!”

“Cut it out, Wilson! I already got a date!” Bucky says, the two boys in dark leather jackets walk over to Steve. Bucky slamming his hand on the hood of his car.

“Let’s go, punk. We got a movie to go to!”

Steve grins as Sam slides over the back and sits in the back of the Hell’s Chariots car. Steve jumps behind the wheel and Bucky shouts out.

The boys were one of the cliques in town that no one should join. It was hard to join their leather and good looks. There were other cliques but out of all of them there were two top cliques where you really have to prove your worth. “Hey, have you guys heard from the pretty boy?”

Bucky puts his arm over the seat and nods, his hair blowing in the wind. “Yeah, he’s out with that Foster girl.”

“What about the playboy and Daddy Issues?”

Steve tilts his head, “He’s gonna be there with his girl, Pepper.” The two men despised Tony’s girlfriend who happened to be in the Pink Ladies. Girls who dress in pink, go out shopping for hours, sing to their men posters in their bedrooms while putting on blonde or dark wigs with makeup.

Bucky and Sam were grossed out by the girls but they never came to mind for Steve.

“Girls, girls, hush. What do you want?” The red-head asks, turning to the girls behind her. The other girl leans up, “What kind of soft drinks they got here?” You were peering around the other to see your best friend look over. “You got something in mind, sweetheart?” Natasha asked.

“Carol is gonna do popcorn, of course!” Wanda says, the blonde girl walks up next to Natasha and looks over to the boy. “We’ll do popcorn and four soft drinks of your coco-cola.”

The boy nods, “Yes, ma’am.” You hear the girls laugh as the boy grabs the popcorn and drinks. Natasha takes your shoulder, “Come on, cheer up. I promise you, this will be fun. John Travolta is one of the hottest guys, you’ll know why.”

You couldn’t help but smile shyly as the girls took you back to their pink cars parked in front of the large screen.

“Aye, ladies. Why don’t you come over and join us?”

Natasha turns to the boys, “Say something again, I’ll rip your tongue out.” Natasha turns back to you with a smile, “Ignore them. After a while, you’ll get used to men calling out to you like that.” You all hear a loud rumble of a car and the four of you turn to hear men shout.

Natasha couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Ugh. It’s them.”

Wanda turns, “They ruined it for us, now, Nat. Should we leave?” Natasha glared at the boys who jumped out of the car. Bucky, Sam and Steve. The Grease Boys. Steve glanced over to his best friend Natasha who looked away. He turns back to his friends. “Come on, let’s grab something at the shack,” Bucky says.

You watch them walk over to the little shack, “Who are they?”

Natasha leans next to you, “The Grease boys. Savage and not your types. We had beef with them a while ago. Ever since we don’t get along well.” You turn to one of them, seeing the tallest with the blonde hair. He slipped a cigarette in between his lips, eyes on you as he pulls his lighter out and lights the end of it.

You turn away and sat in the back with the girls.

Steve watches you sit with the Pink Ladies, all laughing and chatting as Bucky pats his shoulder roughly. “Come on, man.” Steve follows his friends back to the car and they chilled in their spots, waiting the beginning of the movie.

It was a musical and comedy film, everyone was laughing and dancing to some of the songs. You couldn’t help but catch a few glances at Steve who sat in the driver seat. Arm resting on the door, his car was roofless, you could see how nice his car looked.

His friends were joking around, laughing or shoving each other, they became disruptive. You tried your best to ignore them. Bucky sat in the back with Sam and nudged him, “Watch this.”

Bucky aims the popcorn at the Pink Ladies, finally throwing it across the lot. It hits the back of Carol’s head and she turns. “Hey! Do you mind?”

“Aye, Pink Lady, we’re watching something here!” A guy shouts. Bucky and Sam laugh in the back of the seat as Carol turns back to the screen with an irritated look. You look over to Steve who met eyes with you, looking back at his friends over his shoulder and went back to watch the movie.

You were starting to get annoyed now.

Almost close to the end of the movie, the boys in Steve’s car were still joking around. Saying what actors were bad, who they wouldn’t take in bed. Steve turned to them. “Hey, show a little respect, would you two?” He whispers.

Bucky froze and smirks, “When did Steve start being a parent? Come on, man, we’re just joking.”Steve shook his head and went back to the film. Only to hear loud shouts and a loud gasp from his left side. He turns to see Carol and Wanda covered what looked like soda.

Steve turns to Buck and Sam who were both frozen.

“He did it,” The two say in unison.

“Excuse me.” Steve hears someone speak, he closes his eyes. “Look, girls, I-” Steve almost chokes when he sees you with your hands on your hips. “I think you should tell your friends to apologize to my friends.”

Steve grins, “Look, sweetheart, I-”

“We are not apologizing, you shouldn’t be in the splash zone!” Bucky waves you off, you scowled, “If you aren’t going to apologize. I suggest you leave. And don’t call me sweetheart.” Steve turns to the front and lowers his head. One large mouth coming from a Pink Lady like you. Natasha never had a voice like yours.

“We’ll get out of your hair, now,” Steve says, you nod once at him. “Thank you. And I hope you keep your dogs on leashes.” You look over to his friends, Bucky snarls and bites at you with a smirk. You roll your eyes. Natasha takes your shoulder and pulls you back.

Bucky nods, “If it’s not too late, Miss Romanoff. My invitation for a ride is open.” Natasha shakes her head, “In your dreams, I rather you crash your beloved car.” Bucky grins and Steve turns on his car. One hand on the wheel, he looks over to you and nods.

“It was nice to see you, sweetheart,” He seemed more irritated by his friends than he was with you and Nat. But you were lucky to get rid of his friends but you wished he stayed. There was something about him that made you want him to stay.

Natasha would never let you.

You know I can’t handle with more on my plate with a part 2.

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indistinct-echo · 4 years

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2020 Fic Masterlist

I just hit 300 followers last night, so it’s the perfect time to do a fic roundup! As I started writing fic in January of this year, below the cut you can find all of the fics I’ve published so far :) Can’t wait to see what’s to come in 2021!

‘G’

Concrete Bird (G / 410 / Oneshot) [Introspection / No Dialogue / pre-Dan]

It's difficult feeling like the only one. And, once he finds people like him, Phil learns that decoys can't give him love.

i'd rather be at home (G / 860 / Oneshot) [Fluff, Early Relationship]

Home means a lot of things, and it means a lot to Phil.

We Kept Them All (G / 1k / Oneshot) [Epistolary / Established Relationship / Reflection]

Remember the promises we made? We kept them all. While packing house, Dan finds and considers an old list.

‘T’

Incoming Call (T / 340 / Oneshot) [MSN Chatlogs, Getting Together]

DAN: i thought you said phone calls are lame PHIL: yeah, but talking to you isn’t

Doin' the Pigeon (T / 570 / Oneshot) [Magical Realism, Talking Animals]

Phil talks to animals. Dan doesn't quite believe him. *Steve hadn’t been named yet when I wrote this

transparency (T / 2.5k / Oneshot) [Introspection, Family Dynamics]

(a monochrome-universe fic) Dan and his parents have about as honest a conversation possible when none of them are quite willing to tell the full truth.

Bowling (T / 4k / Oneshot) [Fluff, Angst, Growing Up]

Dan and Phil have gone bowling a number of times throughout the years. 2009 - 2010 - 2012 - 2015 - 2017 – 2020

‘M’

Borrowed Time (M / 1k / Oneshot) [Introspection, Birthday Angst]

"Aging is certainly better than the alternative, but the weighted baggage of birthdays means that, today, Dan needs to exert a little extra effort to keep himself afloat."

Houndstooth (M / 2k / Oneshot) [Werewolf!Dan, Temporary Amnesia, Magical Realism]

Phil finds himself in a forest that feels familiar but that he can't quite remember. There he meets a man who is more than meets the eye.

Any Day (But Sunday) (M / 5k / Chaptered – WIP) [Angst, Superstition, Anxiety, Obsessive Compulsions]

Phil confronts his superstition of cutting his nails on Sunday. Rejecting tradition is never as easy as it seems.

‘E’

Wet [Dream] (E / 1.7k / Oneshot) [Sex Swap, Trope Subversion, Vibrator]

Phil wants to "secretly" watch Dan experience a wet dream. That requires a little more creativity when they're two men with vulvas.

in the dead of night (E / 1.8k / Oneshot) [Vampire!Phil, Mermaid!Dan, Smut]

"Merrow blood smells so much sweeter than human blood, masking a tartness that warns creatures like Phil that the being before them isn’t easy prey. He loves Dan’s blood for both reasons; the risk only heightens the pleasure."

Sensory Deprivation (E / 2k / Oneshot) [Handjobs, Blowjobs, (Minor) Watersports]

Phil buys another hour in the sensory deprivation pod. This time, he brings Dan along.

in full bloom (E / 2.3k / Oneshot) [Plant/Human Hybrids, Handjobs, Blowjobs, Size Kink]

Where Dan is a lace lily and Phil is seagrass. (Inspired by Phil's plant tour video)

Hold Your Breath and Swallow Three Times (E / 2.4k / Oneshot) [Blowjobs, Breathplay, Kink Exploration]

Phil gets the hiccups from giving Dan a blowjob. Dan helps him get rid of them.

Wake Up and Smell the Coffee (E/ 5.4k / Oneshot) [Established Relationship / Omorashi / Desperation]

"His heart pounds from the caffeine and anticipation, but he holds and holds and holds. He wants to keep this from Dan just a little longer, wants to see how far he can edge himself before it becomes too much to bear alone." or Dan and Phil + 'just normal bathroom stuff'

refraction (E / 15.1k / Chaptered - Complete) [Anxiety, Introspection, Blowjobs, Dom!Dan/Sub!Phil]

(a monochrome-universe fic) Dan doesn't want to wait any longer: it's time to share with Angie and PJ his Fall Whisperer identity. This really isn't so scary... oh, who is he kidding, it's terrifying. Cue supportive-boyfriend Phil, amateur-therapist Dan, and a healthy dose of luck (+ bonus smut).

Nature's Call (E / 16k / Oneshot) [Getting Together, Omorashi & Watersports, Bed sharing]

When Dan goes camping, all sorts of limits get tested.

#i heard an echo #my fic

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childofaura · 4 years

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Hi, what did you think of 3 Below, and were there any character deaths in TOA that felt unnecessary or could’ve been handled better?

Man I almost never get prompts to babble about my favorite things, so anon, let me first say: THANK YOU!

But also let me just say that everything I’m about to lay out is wholly and completely just my opinion, I don’t think of it as fact but I do feel very strongly towards it. I’mma put everything in a Read More because I’m about to excavate a whole damn site:

So one: If we’re being completely honest, I thought 3Below was the weakest of the ToA series. It’s not to say that it didn’t have things I enjoyed about it, but it was a very disappointing series to follow up Trollhunters, mainly because:

1. The two main characters were harder to connect with. Krell didn’t get to make any significant connections with people on Earth the way Aja did with Steve (And I’m not saying it had to be romantic, but I’d have liked it if Krell made a close friend or something), and Aja was very unpleasant sometimes but the show tries to make her seem like she’s in the right. Like the episode where Steve rightfully expressed his relationship concerns that he doesn’t get to have a calm, chill date with Aja where nothing crazy or life-threatening happens, and Aja just snaps at him, like... What? That’s messed up, girl.

2. The show very ham-fistedly tried to push political issues into the show, like making Aja and Krell an allegory for illegal immigrants, which made the writing suffer because there was a LOT of issues with character depth/development, plot holes, and just a weak story overall.

3. Those above mentioned characters not getting development: Morando is a flimsy villain whose kill count is grossly inconsistent, Tronos was a great-potential antagonist/possible protagonist who was essentially used by Aja the same way he was used by Aja’s parents (whom he had a grudge against), General Kubritz was a shallow one-dimensional villain with weak motives whose only purpose was to be a sockpuppet for the aforementioned hamfisted politics, Zadra (don’t know if I spelled it right) is an underdeveloped ally who rags on Aja about being cautious in battle, yadda yadda, then gets two-shotted by Alpha in such a goofy way, and then Beta and Omega Zeron also had some potential but got lost. I think the most interesting character on the show was Alpha, and he got killed off WAY too early into the story for it to feel like Vex earned that kill. Especially because it felt like without Alpha, the show was trying to shoehorn in other villains in his place to be obstacles for the siblings. Kubritz had only one episode in the first season with no personality, but with Alpha’s death suddenly she’s playing a bigger role. The Foo Foo bots were never shown to be a race (only an individual) until Season 2, where all of a sudden they become good guys?

4. The parents’ sole purpose of simply being a plot-vehicle. There’s the risk that jumping into and interfering with their parents’ memories could essentially give them brain damage, yet halfway through the episode they say “Fuck it” and go ballistic through the memories. This is shown to have absolutely no consequences later on, as the parents are revived just fine only for them to immediately die again. The weapon should have just operated on a regular core instead of needing a royal core, so then the dilemma of “Do we sacrifice someone for the greater good or keep our morals” is the dilemma in place (where I think Vex would have been perfect for sacrificing himself and giving him a good character death).

I could go on and on but I don’t want it to seem like this is just 3Below roasting hour. Long story short it was a flop to me.

ANYWAYS,

All the character deaths that were unnecessary or that I would change? Hoo boy I got a list!

1. Draal in TrollHunters. Now I swear this isn’t a case of “I love this character the most, therefore his death should have never happened” kind of thing. But with all things considered on how the show kind of mistreats Draal: He’s supposed to be a crazy-strong powerhouse, but he’s constantly getting the crap beaten out of him for plot purposes, once he’s dead Jim just kind of... forgets about him until he kills Gunmar and has a very forced feeling “That was for Draal” line, and in Wizards we see him alive in the past but JIM NEVER INTERACTS WITH HIM. YOU’D THINK SEEING YOUR BEST FRIEND ALIVE AND WELL WOULD HAVE SOME KIND OF EMOTIONAL IMPACT ON YOU BUT IT DOESN’T. If I’d at least change something about his death, I’d have made it so that he doesn’t die RIGHT when Jim gets him back. That’s too soon. Maybe have him die in the final battle.

2. Alpha in 3Below. Like I said before, he died WAY TOO EARLY ON in Season 2, literally in the second episode. This is a villain who should have lived way longer, like literally every second that he’s still alive just pisses Vex off. Make him escape for a few episodes, ramp up that drive for Vex to kill him so that in the final few episodes the pay-off actually FEELS earned. Especially because the way he died was so cheap; Vex was getting his shit kicked in by Alpha during that fight, and maybe got like... what, one or two hits in before actually landing a very weak killing blow? Vex, the character who embodies a lack of patience, lack of peace of mind, and lack of caution the most out of anyone in 3Below, suddenly pulls a “inner peace” moment to stab Alpha? It’s weak.

3. Tronos in 3Below. Tronos’ death was so cheaply written. Again, Tronos has beef with Aja’s parents. Aja swears up and down that she’s not like them and would make things right by Tronos. Tronos says, “Cool” and suddenly helps them because plot. Tronos gets left behind and probably is feeling even MORE bitter because he just got used the same way as before. Morando comes down to Earth and finds Tronos, who literally the first thing he does upon seeing Morando is drop to the ground in what is seen as the first act of loyalty from his character. Morando’s response? “Lolnope” and stabs him. Tronos deserved to die bitterly fighting against the royal siblings on Morando’s team towards the final fight, not get offed almost immediately after a redemption.

4. Kubritz.

Again, Kubritz’s character was used as a dirty trick to push a political agenda. She has no real or deep reason for hating aliens, she just does. But for some reason she’ll work with an alien (and an even worse alien at that) to get rid of aliens? And suddenly after she essentially gets socially cancelled in the middle of Arcadia park, she becomes good and sacrifices herself?

I’ve had a whole personal rewrite of Kubritz’s character that I felt would have been better and would have given her more depth: Kubritz has a father who worked in the Arcadia Observatory as an astronomical scientist, but when not at work he conducts experiments at home obsessed with contacting alien life in space, and enthusiastically involves Kubritz in his work; Kubritz as a child loves her dad and is just as engrossed in his home experiments as he is; however one of the transmission messages they send out brings an alien ship to their house, and abducts her dad; little Kubritz witnesses this, loses her dad to an abduction, and the hate of aliens manifests there. The whole plot twist is that the aliens that abduct Mr. Kubritz weren’t hostile, but picked him up because the contact transmission he sends out accidentally reads as an SOS signal, and Mr. Kubritz returns to Earth sometime towards the final battle and this gives Kubritz the strength to switch to the protagonists’ side.

So essentially, Kubritz shouldn’t have died, but should have been re-written as a whole.

5. Galahad in Wizards.

YOU TELL ME. YOU HAVE A CHARACTER. VOICED BY JOHN RHYS-DAVIES. AND YOU DON’T EVEN USE HIM PROPERLY OR LET HIM LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO GET A PERSONALITY OUT OF HIM. Literally he dies in like... episode 1 or 2, and Merlin calls him an old friend. But then you see absolutely nothing in his past that even suggests that? Out of all the deaths on here, homeboy should have not died at all. Galahad should have gone with Douxie to the past, where (once Merlin finds out they’re all from the future) he tries to persuade Merlin that Douxie’s become a fine capable young wizard, and he should trust him more.

That’s pretty much all my thoughts on everything, thank you Anon for giving me the opportunity to nerd out over it!

#Tales of Arcadia #TrollHunters #ToA #3Below #Wizards #DreamWorks #So so SO many feelings about these series #Anonymous

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0lshadyl0 · 4 years

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connected /yandere Hawks x reader/ - part 2

warnings: stalking, obsessive behavior, violence

word count: 1537

part 1

He turned around wanting to tell you something, probably some heroic phrase already practiced to exhaustion to make it sound sincere and at the same time jovial, but when looking at where you were supposed to be, you were not there, you were a few meters more ahead, running away from him again, just like you had done the other times he saved you The last thing you did after taking a long-distance was turning to look at him for a few seconds, your eyes that looked annoying but the truth was that they were more nervous looking The hero's eyes that looked pending, but hid a great despair of feeling betrayed again by contempt and sadness at your sudden abandonment, why were you like this? why you did not want to be near him? Did you understand that you two had a connection? Were you still scared of the meeting in the alley? Hawks did not intend for you to find out, it was not his fault, it was that pervert! It was true that he overstepped his own strength a bit, as well as an extremely beaten man, leaving the man clinging to his life while spitting blood next to his teeth, crying with difficulty because of how swollen his head was, it had not been the best image for a beautiful lady like you were to see it, but you did it, you contemplated the scene with, frankly more disgust than horror, in fact, you had vomited and you looked as if you were going to unravel, but at last you fled, leaving the hero next to your date that night

You came to your place of work and took a big breath, you clenched your fists while regulating your breathing, Hawks was getting closer to you like he was a type of spirit in a horror story that persecutes its victim slowly to the point that it was only behind them, you felt in that same situation, but now that you seemed to have unleashed his possessiveness, who would have thought that hero number two was so jealous? he didn't give the image of a jealous man, but apparently he was and a lot, not only that, you had provoked him with that stupid idea that you had days ago In a stupid attempt to feel more in control in your life, to return to your normal routine, you agreed to go on a date with a waiter from a new restaurant that you had recently met and you were dedicated to having lunch there The man looked a few years older than you, he had a nice appearance but you had a very well-founded feeling that he was not what he appeared, especially because of how he saw all the girls in the restaurant, it seemed that all of them were pieces of meat to his greenish eyes, but you did not care that his intentions were not as honest as a simple date, your intentions were not honest either, he would be your guinea pig to check how far the hero was willing to go After all, you noticed his sudden change in mood every time he noticed you near to your male companions, as well as how more than once he had sent several of his feathers to wreak havoc, either to make them fall so they end looking ridiculous in the eyes of others or hurting them, which was minimal, like cuts one might induce to be made of paper or something

But when you noticed how he made poor Steve roll down the stairs you knew you had to be more cautious as the situation was getting a bit worrisome, although what scared you the most was the fact that all the feathery ash-blonde hair man did not bother you in itself, nor did it scare you as much as it should, but on the contrary, somehow somewhat sickly you enjoyed all this, that was worrying, you were changing, or rather, something that you had hidden in you was starting to show up and that was kind of dark, almost psychopathic about you

The night of the date, you went to the movies with the waiter and you couldn't really say that you enjoyed the departure very much, after all, he spent the whole movie trying to touch you inappropriately, in addition to making sexist comments with the female characters from the movie and a lot of misogynistic jokes, not only that, he ate the sweets that you had bought for yourself with your own money, without even saying thank you, 'damn bastard' you thought while you kept him from touching intimate areas of your body

After the bad experience of watching the movie with that idiot, the very imbecile had decided in his head to take you home and have sex with you there, but you had other plans, delaying the arrival at his house, you started looking for coffee shops to buy you a cappuccino, coffee or anything in order to spend more time getting to the destination First of all, you didn't want this man to have any idea where you lived, so going to your house wasn't an option at the time, secondly, at this point you expected Hawks or some other hero to appear to get rid of this guy, escape, get to your house and block his number because he was already too annoying, the only thing you wanted at that time was to be away from that waiter

At that moment the strange sensation once again passed through your body and the red string of your left ring finger appeared again, this only meant one thing, Hawks was close Without wasting time you let the red cord stretch out to locate the feathery ash blonde, it widened to the roof of a diagonal building where you were with your unpleasant date, you looked towards that direction and there was the feathered hero His body was hidden in the shadows so the only thing you could see was his penetrating maddened eyes, they were filled with an almost inhuman rage, for a moment you thought he was looking at you, but no, when the man that you were having your date approached you and placed his hand on your shoulder, you understood that the one Hawks was gutting with his eyes was the waiter, not you The feathery ash-blonde haired hero also looked at you with accusation in his eyes, it even seemed that he was going to cry, all you did was give him a sad smile, something that surprised him quite a lot considering that you had never smiled at him before and then you looked with annoyance to your appointment who asked for the address where your house was since it seemed that you did not want to go to his house

You just abruptly pushed him away, slightly but with the idea to make Hawks understand that you didn't enjoy being next to that man, something that left the waiter surprised and misplaced while the hero felt satisfied by your action, and you said you were going to buy yourself a coffee in the store that the two of them had next to yourselves, you also made it clear that he was waiting for you outside because you needed time to be alone As you entered the store you could hear that he was making another offensive comment like 'what's wrong with this woman? Does she have her PMS?', You let out an annoyed sigh and started lining up to buy the precious liquid It only took about ten minutes or even less, but when you came out, neither the waiter nor Hawks were in sight, for the first one you were relieved more than anything, so you decided better to look for the hero

Why you felt the need to look for him and explain that you and the waiter were not in a relationship was beyond your reasoning, but you thought it was the right thing, maybe it had been because of the look the hero gave you, maybe it was because of the connection that you shared with him or maybe it was because there was something deeper that was beginning to flourish despite how strange it was to start having feelings for the person who stalked you and hurt people of your opposite gender close to you Was that what you felt?, in some strange way you were starting to like the number two hero of Japan?, you did not understand what you thought, what you felt, the truth, when it came to the hero you understood absolutely nothing that was changing in you, but you knew that as time passed something between him and you was developing and it was thanks to that red cord that you produced And speaking of the red cord, you used it to find Hawks, but you didn't expect to find that scene in the dark alley, you couldn't do more than throw up in surprise and run away, it was a disgusting sight but it not scared you, and that was the part that really terrifies you

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laminy · 4 years

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I’m sure I’m going to regret posting this, but it’s been on my mind, and if I don’t at least type it out, it’s going to stay there, driving me up the wall, and the last thing my brain needs right now is this rattling around in it. please ignore or scroll by if you are triggered by talks of depression, suicide, or just general sad stuff.

(I am also aware that this is a writing sideblog but when your writing is as important to your mental health as mine is, posting it here seemed more appropriate than on my main.)

September 10 is World Suicide Prevention Day.

one day, this story will be done. there will be no more parts to publish, nothing else to write. I will answer my last ask, and then turn them off. everything will stay up, here and on AO3, because I know that people enjoy what I write, and some stories are important to people. I wouldn’t want to get rid of anything that I’d put so much work and thought into. since for the most part, these stories are all I have.

I have struggled with mental health for my entire life. I’ve had anxiety since I was a young child, and been depressed since at least middle school, though insecurities about my body, my family, my friendships, my life, my talents had all started by the time I was ten.

I’ve been happy at times, it would be a lie to say that I haven’t. I’ve had beautiful friendships, traveled to wonderful places, eaten delicious food. I’ve seen my favourite musicians in concert, seen my favourite actors on stage.

I’ve also wanted to die almost every day for the last 3+ years. for reasons that would be too mundane to explain, because someone who is mentally healthy would have bounced back from what happened in May/June 2017, I haven’t been a happy person since then. and since then, it’s never be a question of if I would kill myself, but when. I truly have no retirement plan, no idea of what life will look like as an old woman. most days, I’m surprised I made it to 30; the idea of making it to 35 or 40 sounds like a damn near impossibility. I can no longer conceive of myself dying from anything other than my own hand.

so for 3+ years, my life has just been trying to find things that can hold my attention long enough to get me to the next thing. I have two Stranger Things tattoos because at the time, literally the only reason I didn’t kill myself in the summer of 2017 is that I wanted to see the second season of Stranger Things, so, thanks Steve Harrington (and I loved season two, but gosh, season three was a disappointment, wasn’t it).

in this time, I moved to a new city, in a new province. I did it because I needed a job, but in doing so, I had to leave my best friends behind. I was alone when I came here, and I’m still alone. I have one friend who lives here, but in the last few years, our lives have diverged quite drastically to the point that we don’t really fit together anymore. I love her, and love to see her, but we have almost nothing in common now. all my other friends are people that I went to school or university with, or met here on tumblr, and who all live hundreds or thousands of kilometres away. in short, I feel totally empty and wholly alone.

just in case you were wondering, I lost the job that I moved here for. so. kind of a waste. though, it was during my months of unemployment that I started to write ITBASM.

(it was also during my months of unemployment that I started to obsessively watch Bohemian Rhapsody in theatres, because I had the time, and I was sad, and it comforted me like a warm blanket)

so, I didn’t kill myself because I had to see Rami win his Oscar. then I didn’t kill myself because I was looking forward to a couple weeks in the summer of 2019, which was probably the greatest few days of my life (during which I saw Queen, and for a couple hours I felt like I actually belonged somewhere). then it was a live episode of one of my favourite podcasts. since then, there hasn’t really been a lot of reasons to keep going. so basically, I had to come up with my own, and for now, that’s writing. because believe me when I say, my job, my living situation, my family, my finances, my body, my brain, everything else makes me want to claw my wrists out.

before anybody asks, yes, I’m in counselling. I’ve gone every week, give or take a couple missed sessions when lockdown started or I couldn’t get out of work. and it doesn’t help. why? almost certainly because when you have no hope, and have accepted the inevitability of your death, and your failure, it’s really hard to take any of the advice that they give you. and it’s also really hard to open up. turns out, being “therapy resistant” is a thing. it’s me. every week, she asks how I am, I say fine, we talk about things that came up that week, and we never go any deeper because I can’t and I won’t. I have well and truly given up. I’m currently doing my therapy homework for the week, which is: how fulfilled are you in life right now? and what are the steps you can take to get there?

pretty sure we gave up on fulfilled a long time ago.

which brings me back to the beginning.

tomorrow is World Suicide Prevention Day. I haven’t seen any posts about it, or any hashtags trending. and you know, that’s probably fair. 2020 has kind of sucked in a lot of ways, people are distracted, and there are only so many causes people can focus on.

but I’ve just been trying to use my words and my characters and this universe to prevent my own suicide for awhile now. if I hadn’t made the decision to keep writing and writing after the original thirty-nine chapters, who knows where I’d be now. but one day, this story will be done. that will be it, and it may be it entirely.

#i will probably delete this later #because i hate submitting to the mortifying ordeal of being known #and it's just also really personal and dumb so #who writes shit like this on their writing blog?#depressed people that's who #tw mental health #tw suicide #world suicide prevention day #tw depression

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jawritter · 4 years

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A Thousand Years...

Chapter 9

Heart beats fast. Colors and promises. How to be brave. How can I love when I’m afraid to fall. But watching you stand alone. All of my doubt suddenly goes away…..

Summary: A soulmate’s purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master. – Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

A new town, a new job, and a new life, one that you didn’t even expect……

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 2153

Warnings will include… Smut, language, unrequited/ requited love, cheating, and possibly more. This is brand new, so I will add to it as I know. Chapters will have warnings of their own if need be….

A/N: So my little cousin was watching breaking dawn in the living room, and I was folding clothes in the guest room… When the credits rolled and this song started, this fic hit me right in the face… I couldn’t escape it.

Fic Based on the Song A Thousand Years, by Christina Perri

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You spent the majority of the rest of the day and night sitting on the couch with Jensen just taking and eventually watching movies wrapped tightly in each other’s arms. Somewhere around 2 in the morning, he fell asleep on the couch watching The Walking Dead, and you slipped into your room and got some sleep as well.

Things were still very touch and go with the two of you, and you weren't about to spend the night on the couch with him, but you didn't have the heart to make him leave. You had worked past a lot, and you had a strange silent agreement between the two of you, that even though you didn't understand it you both seemed to have very deep feelings for one another, and being together was better than being alone. So you were going to take it slow, figure this out together, but you definitely weren't going to fight against it anymore.

You were pretty sure that there was way more that went on between Jensen and Danneel than he was telling you, and you were determined that you weren't going to push it out of him, he'd tell you whenever he was ready. It was his story to tell, not yours, he told you what he felt you needed to know, and the bottom line is they're no longer together.

Even though you both had this strange little agreement Jensen was being very cautious the whole night about touching you. He never tried to kiss you, and when you were both lying on the couch watching TV together, he made sure his hands were in a safe respectable place. He was being overly cautious, but you weren't sure how far you should push it either, because last time you even kissed each other... Well...

You slept very little that night because honestly, your thoughts were on the man asleep on your couch in the living room. Finally about six in the morning you gave up on your tossing and turning, and silently as possible, you made your way toward the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot. Jensen was still sound asleep on the couch when you passed by him. He didn't even move. He was exhausted. Even long after he stopped crying his eyes were red and swollen. The lines around his eyes were a lot deeper than usual, even in his sleep.

Quietly, as you could, you turned the coffee pot on that you had made up before going to bed and pulled down your cup from the cup rack that was hanging on the wall above the counter. You were just about to start pouring it when you heard Jensen's footsteps behind you.

When you turned around to face him you couldn't contain the smile that spread over your face. He was standing there with his hair all over the replace, rubbing his eyes much like a child would do when they just got up in the morning, and he looked way more adorable than a grown man had the right to.

"Hey.."

"Hey..."

For a moment you both just stood there. It was like the calm after a long storm. Eerie in a way, yet a deep resounding peace, accompanied with a silence that seemed to echo through your bones.

Something about him standing there with you still half asleep felt like everything was as it should be. Like this small part of your life had been missing all along, and you didn’t even know it.

Jensen made his way over slowly to you, moving slow enough that you could tell him to leave you alone if you wanted to, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug before kissing the top of your forehead lightly; making your heart leap in your chest at even the small little gesture.

"You okay?" you asked him when he just stood there for a moment.

"Yeah, just tired I guess," he mumbled. "I know you're probably tired of me being here. I'm sure you want me to leave," he said, pulling away from you where you could finally get a good look at him. He looked as exhausted as he sounded.

"No, I'm not tired of you at all. I feel like I just got you, and I'm not in a hurry for you to leave," you tell him as he sat down on the barstool closest to him, and you grabbed down another coffee cup.

"Well, I really don't want to go home anyway. It's so empty and it’s too quiet." He took the coffee cup from you that you had just poured for him, and you took a seat next to him, reaching out he laced his fingers with yours, obviously looking for some sort of comforting touch; some sort of connection.

"You don't have to leave if you don't want to. I know it's not the extravagance that you're used to, but you're always welcome to stay here with me," you tell him, and he smiles at you a little.

"Well that would be fine by me, but someone would see me eventually. I really don't want to leave you though," Jensen said, biting down on his lip like he does when he's nervous.

"Would it be too much... I mean I know I said we were going to take things slow, but I don't want to be alone in that house, and you don't want me to leave. If I stay here, I’ll be caught in just a few days, and that would just put more pressure on an already strained situation. Maybe you could come and stay with me at my place? I got plenty of spare rooms, so you could have your own space. You wouldn't have to pay for anything... We'd get to be together all the time," Jensen asked you almost sheepishly, almost like a little kid that was asking for something he half expected to get in trouble for.

You sat there quietly for a moment, thinking it over. He was right about one thing, if he stayed here he'd definitely get caught. Crystal would turn up here eventually, and you knew how obsessed she was over him, not to mention the thousands of people always living in and moving around the building. He said you'd have your own space, and you really didn't want to leave him. Ever. The thought of being apart from him was enough to make your very fragile pieces of your heart seize up in your chest. So that really left only one option.

"Okay, I'll do it. Why not? What's life if you don't take risks?"

The stupid grin that spread over Jensen's face made your heart swell in your chest. "Really?" he asked you hopefully.

"Yeah, really. We don't want to be apart. This is the only solution. My sister-in-law would catch you here eventually anyway. If anything is going to work out between us, it's probably not going to work here," you state matter of factly.

"Your right," Jensen said, standing to his feet. "Pack up some of your stuff. We'll figure out the rest in a few days. If you don't want to get rid of the apartment I'll make sure the bills are taken care of. Let's go home."

"Jensen, you don't have to pay my bills. I'm perfectly capable of paying them myself," you tell him, not wanting to feel like you're leaching off of him, and you didn't want him to think that either, just because he was rich doesn't mean that you had to lean on him for everything.

"Sweetheart, I don't know how to tell you this, but if you're going to be with me, and stay with me, I doubt you're going to want to work at the brewery much longer... Think about it. Gino is Danneel's brother. Danneel still has some say in the company, and once fans get wind of you and me, it would make working there impossible. Well, mostly anyway."

You stood there and thought about that for a moment, and he was right, Gino didn't seem too pleased with Jensen as it was, and when he finds out the two of you are sort of together, or whatever the fuck this was, and that your living with Jensen just weeks after he and his wife separated? Yeah, you might as well chalk that job up. Plus Danneel never liked you anyway.

You did like that job though, so to say that bites was a bit of an understatement.

"Don't worry, you will figure it out, you being with me opens up a lot of opportunities that normally might be a little out of reach. Take your time. I got you in the meantime. Find your niche. You want to write, we'll talk to a publishing company, you want to do something with music, Steve's got that, Fuck Gen just blogs and makes plenty off of that. Plus it gives her something that's kind of her own, or if you just want to travel with me and do nothing else I'm more than okay with that." Jensen said, closing the distance between the two of you, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you as close to him as possible.

"Come on, let's get some of your things packed up, and let's go home and get settled," Jensen said, giving you a peck on your forehead. "We'll grab breakfast on the way."

"Okay," you smile up at him. He looked hopeful for the first time ever since you met him. Even though this felt right you were nervous, but you said you were going to take this chance, and you fully intended to do just that. Jensen was right, not only about the two of you needing to be together, but he opened up a lot of chances for you, and things will work out eventually. You wanted a change when you moved here. Well, here we go. Change in its true form.

Change is usually scary, and it usually doesn't come easy. In fact, when things were easy you'd learned in life that they weren't going to work out in the end, or they weren't for the best for you, the best things usually come with a lot of work, and boy you had your work cut out for you, and so did Jensen.

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Less than three hours later you were sitting in Jensen's truck after getting a bite to eat, and driving down his street, headed toward his home. When you first saw it you were in shocked silence. You just sat there. Jensen watched you closely, openly looking and waiting for the approval. He wanted you to be happy. He wanted you to feel at home, comfortable.

"Jensen... Wow... Is this where you live?" you asked him in almost a whisper.

"Where WE live," he smiled at you, opening the door and jumping out like he was a little kid on Christmas morning, running around and opening your door before you could, helping you down from the truck.

You had never seen Jensen so excited, which it wasn't like you had spent a lot of time together. Way to dive right in there... Still, he was genuinely happy as he led you around into his house, leading you from room to room, telling you all his favorite pieces, and things that he had there before finally making his way upstairs.

"This is the master bedroom. Over here across the hall is the room you can stay in unless you want to be further away from me, but I promise I won't bother you if you're in there, I want you to feel like you have your own space if you need it," he said, leading you through the spare bedroom and opening the door. Revealing the biggest bathroom you had ever used. You couldn't wait to take a soak in that tub that was in the adjacent bathroom. You were actually starting to get a little excited about this too. Jensen's smile was a little contagious as it was. When he was this excited, it seemed to be even more so.

Stopping in the middle of the room that would now be your room, Jensen wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down to brush his lips over yours in the first kiss that he'd given you since the event at the brewery. It was soft, sweet; nothing expected or nothing needed. Even if it was quick it still made your heart skip a beat. He just had an effect on you that no one ever had before.

"So.. What do you think?" he asked you, his bright green eyes piercing yours, searching. "You're okay with staying here with me? Because I really, really want you close to me."

"Jensen, I'm more than okay with it. You said you just couldn't stay away from me, and well, I can't seem to stay away from you either, and I'm tired of fighting it. So you seem to be just stuck with me."

"Good," Jensen said grinning, bringing his lips back to yours, kissing you gently, yet passionately, his tongue gliding over yours with ease; his taste and scent overwhelming you. Your heart felt like it could fly out of your chest and around the room. He was intoxicating there was no other way to describe it. Just as he pulled away from you and leaned his forehead against yours, you heard the doorbell ring through the house.

"Guess I need to go and get that," Jensen said, lacing his fingers with yours making his way to the front door, opening it to revealing the one person you hoped you wouldn't have to see.

"Danneel.."

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fablesrose · 4 years

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Of Kings and Shadows XXI

Description: Y/n, a girl who seems to have found her calling. Being a SHIELD agent is like a dream come true. With a friendship starting to form with the Avengers, she’s the Queen of the world! What could go wrong?

Pairings: Avengers x reader, Loki x reader (eventually)

Warnings: Feels (hopefully this gives you feels😅)

Notes: Hey, guys sorry for skipping last week. Werds was hurd, so I decided to post this a day early. Enjoy!

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Clint sat alone in the observatory area looking over the training area. The twins were doing their training exercises on their respective sides of the room. He was lost in his thoughts. Ones he desperately wanted a map for.

"Well look who it is." Natasha walked into the room from the door behind Clint.

Clint didn't acknowledge her presence; he just sat in silence, staring at the young pair below him minding their own business.

"Miss, Mr. Barton currently does not have his hearing aids in. He cannot hear you."

As Friday was talking a light blinked in Clint's line of vision. He perked up and looked over his shoulder to see Natasha walking around the chairs to sit by him. His eyes flicked from her mouth to her hands, waiting for her to talk.

[You're having a bad day] Natasha signed at him once she sat down and twisted to face him.

[I guess you could say that] Clint paused, not sure what else to say, but eventually continued on describing the thoughts and feelings swirling in his mind. He first jerked his head to the side towards the window facing the training area, [Doesn't that look familiar? A young agent in the training room, training with hardly any attention put on the world around her? All she wanted to do was succeed, Nat] Clint's head and eyes hung heavy with sorrow and regret.

Natasha, as quick on her toes and tongue as she was, had to think about what to say to him.

She didn't get to answer before Clint began to shake his head with an obviously forced smile and airy chuckle, [How long has it been? 5 years?]

[6 years 1 month 11 days] Natasha quickly signed to correct him.

There was a pause, Clint blinking at her, before he signed back, [You're having a bad day too.]

Natasha bit her lip, feeling a bit foolish. [I think everyone is having a bad day.]

Natasha would be right, as always. Throughout the compound, the team was dealing, somewhat poorly in some cases with the various feelings of loss. There were only two people who were blissfully unaware of the emotional turmoil rolling around the building and they were in the training room.

Luckily, most of them weren't alone. Even if they wanted to be.

It's both amazing and sometimes scary how in sync the Avengers are with each other. I'm not even sure who or what triggered it, but nearly the whole compound was feeling the absence of a particular young woman.

They could all be found in separate spaces, some started off alone, but didn't stay that way. Clint in the observational area with Natasha coming to join.

Tony was working in his workshop on some new groundbreaking invention when Rhodey knew he didn't want to be alone. Eventually, they flipped through some pictures. Rhodey didn't get to know her since he was so busy in the military at the time, but he knew how much she meant to Tony. To everyone.

Steve could be found in his room next to a desk. He's been picking up drawing again these days. He was particularly broody which caused Bucky's Steve sense to tingle. Bucky was sitting on the bed, watching Steve doodle, as Sam tried to push him off so he could sit down. Their bickering left Steve with a grateful chuckle. Bucky and Sam never got to meet her, but the way the team talked about her made them smile.

Many would have thought Bruce would be working himself to sleep in his lab, but even doctors need some fresh air. He was outside lying in the grassy field. He liked to watch the consistent repetition of Thor and Vision passing each other Mjolnir. Repetition was good for their minds. It was mechanical and didn't need much, if any, thinking. They seemed to forget sometimes that Vision remembers Y/n. He is so much different than Jarvis, after all.

And that accounts for everybody... except for one.

I don't wish you to think bad of him. Or to pity him either.

Instead, I want you to be proud. Loki has bonded with the team enough to be in sync with them. The team trusted him enough to leave him alone and knew when he needed to be.

He tended to wander around his room. His pride was large, but even he had to break down a little. Eventually, he couldn't take it any longer, so he opened a drawer and pulled out a little box stuck in the back corner. He rarely looked at it anymore, but he could never become even close to getting rid of it.

Lifting the lid, the shiny surface of an old smartphone looked back at him. He wiped the dust off with his pants and sat at the head of his bed. Before he turned it on he examined the corners and edges of the case. The color was worn, fading to the white plastic underneath.

He flipped it over a couple more times before turning it on and unlocking it. Y/n was smiling up at him, surrounded by the goofy faces of the Avengers. Loki was not included in the picture. He couldn't remember why anymore. Knowing himself, he probably rolled his eyes at the time.

He smiled a bit bitterly before opening the music app. He put it on shuffle and let the soft notes of the opening chords play out through the speakers. Listening to her music left him feeling like he was getting to know her better even though she wasn't there.

I thought I knew you well But all this time I could never tell I let you get away Haunts me every night and every day

He opened her gallery and started to scroll through the pictures. A lot of them were pictures of the team having fun. Even more pictures were of seemingly random objects, but no one could deny they looked cool or pretty. Loki smiled when he would get to a picture that had both of them in it together.

You were the only one The only friend that I counted on How could I watch you walk away I'd give anything to have you here today

He missed her. There weren't very many times they were together alone, but he finally thought that he was building friendships when Y/n disappeared, and hers was one he really wanted to cherish. He thought he was making things right. He wished she hadn't been taken or left, or whatever happened to her. Whatever the reason, Y/n was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it.

But now I stand alone with my pride And dream that you're still by my side

But that was yesterday I had the world in my hands But it's not the end of my world Just a slight change of plans

He sighed when he scrolled through all the pictures. He had his nostalgia. He knew there was nothing to be done. He has to move on, he has moved on, but a day of remembrance to keep everyone sober is appropriate. Maybe even necessary.

He quickly looked at the battery to see it was running a bit low. He pulled out a charger he got from Tony and plugged in the phone, shutting it off in the process. Loki made it so the phone could charge while still in the box and closed the lid. He placed the box gently back in its place in the drawer. He closed it softly with a sigh.

That was yesterday But today life goes on No more hiding in yesterday 'Cause yesterday's gone

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Arguably, the worst part of this whole ordeal was the deafening silence that I experienced. The natural noises of civilization, of people, of, anything living, in particular, was absent. I couldn't even hear the rumble of a machine, the beep of the camera (yes, there is still one in my room. Don't ask me, they're creeps), or the settling of the building.

The way I tried to overcome it was to use my vast knowledge of music to sing to myself. Some people have said that music was the only thing I used my head for, but I didn't really mind. Look what it's doing for me now, it's keeping me sane.

Music and just burying myself in the memories. I had to block out reality somehow, and my imagination was severely tainted with my inner turmoil, so I settled on the Avengers to bring a smile to my imaginary face. Ya know since I can't use my own.

Love, my love I gave it all Thought I saw the light When I heard you call Life that we both could share Has deserted me Left me in despair

Sometimes they made me sad. I took what I had for granted, now I have no idea if I'm even going to see them again, let alone get to talk to them, laugh with them, cry, smile, do anything. Sometimes I wish I would never see them again. It's obvious that I'm not going to break free of whatever mad science/voodoo they put on me. I really don't want to face them.

But now I stand alone with my pride Fighting back the tears I never let myself cry

I vaguely heard an alarm going off, it was different than any other alarm I'd heard. I knew it wasn't a fire alarm, I had heard that one plenty of times. I didn't pay much mind to it, there wasn't anything I could do anyway. The equivalent feeling of my heart clenching came to mind when I knew my daydreams wouldn't continue. It's been a rough... Forever.

But that was yesterday Love was torn from my hands But it's not the end of my world Just a little hard to understand

I told myself I was going to make it. I don't know for how much longer, but I was going to make it. I started to pay more attention to the groups of running soldiers, armed with weapons I had only caught glimpses of. Noxy suited up into her protective white jumpsuit. The sleeves only went to her elbows to show off her powered up black-gloved hands. I couldn't deny that I liked the combat boot style they gave me, but I didn't understand Henry's obsession with the color white.

It's been talked about how some of Henry's bases have been put under attack. Most were of rival organizations. You'd be surprised how many there are. From the looks of it whoever is attacking, out of all the bases available, had the luck to choose the one I was kept in.

Noxy walked the power walk of all power walks approaching the sounds of gunfire. The lights flickered and dimmed as she past. I felt the power within me surge as they did, the shadows powering me up. There was a group of agents just down the hall and they were under fire. Agents rushed by me as reinforcements. I couldn't see who the attackers were yet, but I could see debris flying from around the corner of the T in the hallway.

The agents had a strange mixture of fear and respect as Noxy approached. Another day at the office. They were dropping like flies and I could hear that the intruders were breaking down the defenses very quickly. The few agents who could, moved out of Noxy's way so she could stand in the middle of them and face the attackers.

That was yesterday But today life goes on You won't find me in yesterday's world Now yesterday's gone

She reached the center of the group and turned a perfect ninety degrees in the open hallway. Time seemed to slow down for a moment as I saw who was on the other side of the flashing lights that promised pain. I was only prepared for the physical pain of gunshots, but instead, I got the agony of heartbreak.

There was a moment where Noxy stood and assessed the situation. At that moment, so many things flashed across my mind as I soaked up what was in front of me. Familiar faces looked back at me and I had never felt more trapped. They froze when they looked at my face. All hands started to lower for a second, but only one.

The Avengers all had mirrored expression of horror, shock, disbelief. I wanted to cry, laugh, collapse. I wanted to do anything. Anything other than what my body showed. Noxy's gaze remained stoic as she maintained eye contact.

I don't know if it was something in the shots they gave me, or how wide they were stretching their eyes, but I could see the whites of them, even if they were at least 20 yards away. I tried to memorize the shades of blue and green looking back at me. I only wish I could have seen Tony's eyes, but he had his helmet on, the only reason I could tell he recognized me was the repulsors in his hands dimmed.

The moment came to an end all too quickly. Without batting an eye Noxy formed a plate of darkness and sent it to push the attackers back. She then hit specific points in the walls causing the ceiling to collapse. The way was blocked off completely.

Just like the physical walls of the building, it felt like the walls that were holding me away from control started to contract. For the first time in months I screamed; I cried out for any type of deliverance. I wanted to curl up into the fetal position with tears rolling down my face as I yelled until I was too tired to stay awake any longer.

I felt numb as Noxy walked away and the agents rushed around her to start the evacuation process.

For the years, I'm sure it's been years now, I've been stuck in this place I've relied on the happy memories to try and drown out the horrors I've seen. I didn't know for sure, but I had a feeling that it wasn't going to be like that anymore.

Goodbye yesterday Now it's over and done Still I hope somewhere deep in your heart Yesterday will live on

I just hoped I would be able to see anything other than betrayal painted on their faces.

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kellgreen · 4 years

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10 TV Shows to Binge Watch During Quarantine

Hey Everyone! I hope you all are well! I know this Quarantine is starting to become a lot for most of us and we are looking for a way to get through these next couple weeks. I thought I would make a list of 10 TV shows I’ve watched before, have watched during this Quarantine, or am currently watching. Hopefully this gives you guys some TV shows you can watch if you’re a little bored right now. Xoxo💛

1. Gossip Girl

Gossip Girl is a TV show that follows the lives of rich teenagers who live on the upper east side of nyc. But, this show has one teenager that’s not from the upper east side but from, Brooklyn. We see how Dan Humphrey (Penn Badgley) is seen as a outcast even as he gains more friends. We also see the characters battle their own personal issues and grow through high school and college. This show is a good one to binge because you will get very attached to the characters.

Where to Watch: Netflix

2. Schitt’s Creek

Schitt’s Creek is a comedy that follows the Rose’s, a once rich family. The Rose’s have everything taken from them because of their business manager. The Rose’s are left with only what they could grab and a small town Johnny Rose (Eugene Levy) bought for his son David Rose (Daniel Levy) as a joke, called Schitt’s Creek. This town is far from the Rose’s normal life. A small town in which they live in a dirty old motel. The adjustment to their new life is easier from some but, eventually we see most of The Rose’s get used to Schitt’s Creek. This show is hilarious and everyone I know who’s seen it would agree!

Where to watch: Netflix

3. How to Get Away With Murder

How to Get Away With Murder follows 5 students; Connor (Jack Falahee), Michaela (Aja Naomi King), Asher (Matt McGorry), Laurel (Karla Souza) and Wes (Alfred Enoch). Through getting their law degrees. But they aren’t just learning how to get their degrees but also learning how to get away with murder. Who’s helping them? Their professor Annalise Keating (Viola Davis)? This show is full of suspense and will keep you watching.

Where to watch: Netflix

4. Beverly Hills, 90210

I know you may be asking yourself why I would recommend a TV show from the 90′s. Well it’s just that good. Beverly Hills 90210, follows two teenagers Brandon (Jason Priestly) and Brenda Walsh (Shannen Doherty), who have recently moved to Beverly Hills from Minnesota. They have to adjust to their new lives, as it’s much different than their old lives. Throughout this show, they handle real topics that will always affect teens no matter the decade. A plus of watching this show is it has 3 spin offs, Melrose Place (Hulu), 90210 (??), and BH90210 (Hulu). Notable star: Luke Perry (yes Archie’s dad in Riverdale) RIP.

Where to watch: Hulu *not all episodes or seasons are available*

5. The Office

How could you have a list of TV shows to binge without the office. If you are one of the people out there who haven’t seen it and you have a slight interest in it, then now’s the time to watch. The Office follows people who work at a paper company, Dunder Mifflin. It follows them almost like a reality TV show would. Documenting their personal and professional lives. This show is comedy gold. Even without Michael Scott (Steve Carell) this show always makes you laugh or cry. And you will get attached to each character and at the end of the show see it as though you have watched your friends grow up. I think my life would be completely different if I hadn’t seen this show.

Where to watch: Netflix

6. The Real Housewives of New York City

RHONY follows women through their personal and professional lives. It shows what it’s like to be a housewife or not and still have some sort of job. There’s also A LOT of drama, sometimes it’s funny/sad to watch grown women fight about things teenagers would. If you want to get into reality TV this is the place to start!

Notable “Wives”: Bethenny Frankel (Owns Skinny Girl), Ramona Singer (The crazy lady with the crazy eyes during the fashion show), and Sonja Morgan (Was once married to a Morgan).

Where to watch: Hulu

7. The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills

RHOBH follows women through their personal and professional lives. Like New York, it shows what it’s like to be a housewife or not and still have some sort of a job. What’s different about Beverly Hills? Most “wives” are actresses, models, or own their own clothing store/brand. And there’s a lot of more drama cause these women are a lot more crazy.

Notable “Wives”: Lisa Vanderpumup (Has a TV show Vanderpump rules and own many restruants in LA and Vegas), Kyle Richards (Was in Halloween), and Lisa Rinna (From Melrose Place and works at QVC).

Where to watch: Hulu

8. Outer Banks

This show follows teenagers who live in the Outer Banks. Some rich and some poor. Who go on a mission to find gold and an old ship after Jonh B (Chase Stokes) gets tired of wondering if his dad is dead or alive, we believe most of the season that his dad got lost at sea. During their mission to find the gold and the old ship, they get into lots of trouble. Which then leads to show to become a murder investigation. This show is great to binge but at some points is really confusing/dumb.

Where to watch: Netflix

9. You

I know most people have seen this show but, if you haven’t it’s a great binge watch. You follows Joe Goldberg (Penn Badgley) who becomes obsessed with this girl Beck after she stumble’s into his book store one day. He becomes so crazy about her that he stalks her on all forms of social media to find things out about her and even goes to extreme measures to get her to become his girlfriend. Throughout season one you will be left scared at the end of each episode for poor Beck. But will also think how was she so dumb to miss the major red flags. And don’t think season two is any different. Love is just a dumb as Beck. This show made me wonder what these girls were thinking. Moral to the story ladies, sometimes guys are creepy and if a guy creeps around your house after dark or seems to know more about your life than you told him, DO NOT MAKE HIM YOUR BOYFRIEND.

Where to watch: Netflix

10. The Society

The Society follows a group of teenagers who leave on a field trip after their town experiences and bad smell that no one can seem to get rid of. When the return from their field trip at night due to bad weather, they return to a ghost town. No parents, no siblings, or animals, and they can’t even leave town; it’s blocked off but a grown in forest than leads nowhere. These teenagers must learn how to adjust to their new situation. And because most of these kids are 17 or 18 they don’t know how to run a town which creates a lot of drama. This show will leave with you with a lot of questions. Netflix confirmed a season 2 but with this whole pandemic we are unsure when our burning questions will be answered.

Where to Watch: Netflix

I have watched a lot of shows. If you would like me to do another list, comment down bellow.

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rosepetals-flyingbirds · 5 years

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Tortured Souls. (7)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

(Gifs go to their rightful owners.)

Warnings: Slight smut, language and maybe… father-daughter fluff?

Word Count: 6, 447.

You woke up alone in your bed, you heard a few sounds downstairs so it was very likely Bucky making breakfast.

You sat on the bed and stretched your tired muscles, sleep hadn’t been that good in what seemed like ages, it was probably because with Bucky there so nearby nothing could hurt you.

You changed your clothes and brushed your teeth.

Downstairs you saw that your suspect was approved: Bucky Barnes was there preparing breakfast. He was using sweatpants and a normal t-shirt, not the long sleeves shirt he had been using around. He heard your steps and smiled. “Morning.”

“Good morning.” You answered, you would help him but he adored to prepare the food alone so you allowed him and you could wash the dishes after. You sat in the chair propped on the countertop and enjoyed the calm feeling. “How did you sleep?”

He finished the pancakes and placed on a large plate above the countertop, he grabbed the mugs filled with coffee. “Actually really good.“ You smiled at the thought, you hadn’t seen him much but when you did his face was always tired and Steve had let it slip that he wasn’t sleeping much. “You?”

“Good, I think it was the best after everything went to hell.” You smiled in nerves, not because you two had shared the same bed but because you were truly terrified of what was happening in your life.

He nodded and you two at on a pleasant quietness, Bucky unquestionably knew how to make pancakes. “So I read about Steve's new shoes?”

He looked at you querying but widened his eyes when he realized what you meant, it was a new simple three paragraphs he had noted in his notebook. “Yeah, we weren’t what we can call rich, so when I used my monthly allowance, which was 5 bucks per month altogether I bought him a pair of shoes, it was like the ones my grandparents had given me but at his size. He was really happy about that, his mother said he couldn’t accept because it was expensive but I made sure Steve could have it.”

“That is really nice. His mother was a nice person?”

“She was, her name was Sara.” He swallowed his pancake. “Whenever I saw her she was sad, after Steve’s father’s death, she was never the same. And since that punk was always sick she was always worried where he was or what he was doing, it was really tough when I sent him home with a black eye, even when I took him at my house a put a pack of meat on it but it didn’t help much. At first, she assumed I was the troublemaker putting Steve in those situations, but then she realized Steve couldn’t run away from a fight so she began thanking me for saving him instead.” He said the whole phrase with a smile on his face, utterly amazed that his mind allowed him to remember something so important.

Your heart softened in the thought, you had seen Steve’s and Bucky’s footages in the war, and you have a copy of all the files about the two of them but whenever one of them told you the stories it was better than any possible paper or video stating it.

He smiled and finished his breakfast, you two cleaned the kitchen, he assured he wanted to wash the dishes so you dried them and placed in the kitchen cabinet.

“So.” He started. “Jordan, uh?”

You shook your head and tried to understand what he meant. “Uh?”

He fidgeted with his hands. “I mean you two were friends and hadn’t seen each other for long, why is that? I mean you always stay connected with your friends, what made you get away from him?” He explained. “He made something?”

You shook your head, “No, he never did… The last time I came here was two days before I went to Russia, I wanted to feel in peace in a quiet place, to feel all the love these animals can give us. Then after I went to Russia and when I came back to I wasn’t really myself, you know how that feels, how drained psychologically we get after a mission. And that mission was a personal issue that… That I needed to do, so I came back and tried to move on. I did and it was like I blocked that place.” You glanced around.

He felt stupid, he just wanted to know if you and Jordan had something and then you were sad. “I didn’t want to make you sad, sorry.”

“It’s okay. You should feel proud actually, I mean I had been holding my tears for weeks, so that means I’m comfortable enough around you.” You said and dried the ones that had fallen. His metal plates shifted and you could hear the sound, you knew he was questing himself if he should hug you or not, you walked slowly to his reach and opened your arms silently asking if it was okay, he hugged you and you felt in a perfectly safe place. “Thank you for being here with me, Buck.” You murmured.

He nodded and hugged you tighter, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath keeping the sweet scent of your shampoo in his mind.

A couple of minutes had passed when you heard a heavy/quick sound in the sky outside, something like a plane. Then you heard a thud on the floor. It was definitely Tony. Great he will see me crying and will definitely think Bucky had hurt me. You thought.

You retrieved and dried your tears with your shirt, not minding that you had lifted the end of it towards your face making your stomach on full display.

You took a deep breath and walked outside. Tony had, literally, walked out of his armor and smiled when he saw you, the smile was quickly replaced with a frown. “Why are you crying, what did he do?” He asked and tried to enter the house, you placed your hands on his chest stopping him.

“Hello, Tony.” He made his face of don’t play with me and you laughed hugging him. “It’s nothing one of the dogs passed away, that is all.” He nodded unsurely. “So tell me what brought you here.” You walked into the house and he followed.

Bucky wasn’t there anymore, he knew it wouldn’t be for the best to see Tony.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay, with my own eyes.” His eyes darted around the place and then to your eyes that were still red. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah.” You sniffed and blinked your eyes trying to get rid of the wetness, “How is everything, any sign of Artem or me?”

He took a breath and shook his head. “No, not really. Clint and Sam are monitoring the town trying to find them, but they know how to hide.” You got worried, if nothing happens while you’re out of town, Steve’s plan and your innocence would be compromised. “But Fury saw something in the video footage of the night in SHIELD and he found something we didn’t.”

“What is it?”

He took his blue device, which did everything a cellphone, computer or television could do, and placed the codes on the TV in the living room.

The video opened and you groaned you didn’t want to analyze it again, you were tired of seeing people being killed in order of some stupid villain wearing your face.

You replayed the scene/event over and over in your mind, obsessing over it and trying to find even if a small glance of something wrong.

The video was rolling and you flinched at the sound of gun shooting the security guards. “Can we just skip to the part where you want to show me something.” He just made a ’wait’ sign with his hand.

The video stopped where you were looking around, Tony froze the image and put zoom it, he touched a few buttons and then you saw a few graphics around your face, you widened your eyes and smiled. The graphics could be easily considered a technology trace but with SHIELD having the great technology it wouldn’t be possible. “Fury showed you that? So he believes in me now?”

“He is a stubborn man, not that I know what that is.” He joked and you smiled completely glad he was making self-jokes rather than yelling or having some anxiety attack. “But I asked if he could at least give you a chance, to at least hear what you have to say.” You nodded but got really worried.

“Wait you told him I wasn’t there, Tony did you told him I’m here? Oh my God, does he knows I’m without the anklet. Fuck, Tony! He will get me and place in jail, worse he will see Bucky here and will place him in jail too! Does Ross know about all of this? I can’t believe I’m going to jail, people will truly believe I’m the bad person.” You rambled and just stopped when Tony’s eyes went round and making, motions for you take a deep breath.

“You are not going to jail, neither your little friend. I talked to him and somehow, I don’t know how by the way, he figured out you weren’t at the Compound. I said that he needed to give you a chance because he had known you for years, and he said he would listen to your side of the story.”

“Are you sure? Because on the day he got into my apartment with a warrant he didn’t try to listen to me.”

“Come on. He likes you, on his way… Just be real with him.”

You nodded and laid your head on the couch cushion trying to recapture your breath and reflect on the new information. “You told him where I’m? Does he knows Bucky is here?”

Tony groaned at the mention. How come his daughter was being haunted and she is worried about some guy? Completely Shakespeare’s book. “No, Y/N, I didn’t tell him where you are or who you’re here with, I wanted to ask you first.”

You pondered for a few minutes, but Fury would find you if he wanted too. “You can tell him to come, I mean he is really smart and has a lot of resources, he could find me in mere minutes if he wanted to…” He nodded.

You two talked about some other things and walked around the house, Bucky must have gone to one of the outhouses to stay with the animals since you didn’t see him.

Tony was smiling and you felt really happy about it, people believe your love and affection towards him was a mere reflex of the things he did to save you, for saving your life and giving you everything you are today, but you just truly loved the man. He was the best man in your eyes. Surely Tony Stark could be stubborn and cocky but yet he had a heart of pure gold.

Just the idea of disappointing him or hurting him in any way could make you flinch in fear. You just desired that he and Bucky would get along, things would be perfect if that happened, but who knows someday.

Tony and you were on the second floor looking at the green area and in the mountains by one of the bedroom’s balcony and if you looked west on it you could see a nice house. “It belongs to the Callaghan’s. Did you see anyone?”

“I saw Jordan, he told me to go there to pay a visit but I didn’t.” Tony lowered his eyes in a questioning expression. “I don’t know I think I’m worried to remember something like that… and feel bad for living the type of life we do.”

He chuckled. “Wow, you fought with me to get into all this mess. Applied to SHIELD’s new agent’s protocol, trained with Fury himself and now you are telling me you don’t like the life you had chosen to live?”

You smirked, the day you told Tony you wanted to accept Coulson’s calls where he made offers of training impressively, Tony gave a whole speech saying no and even fought with Phil and Fury because of that.

But things got along and then you started to take missions here and there and when you proved your skills you started to work as an Avenger. Everyone got happy about it, but Tony just got really defensive saying you would get hurt and he hadn’t tried to give you everything just for you to end up working on something that could kill you.

Well, the speech didn’t make much since you started to be an Avenger and everyone promised would keep an eye on you. After six months Tony finally accepted and things flowed after that miracle day and in almost every mission he tried to go with you.

You smiled at the memories, who could think Anthony Stark the genius-billionaire would be such affective father one day. “I like my life but I’m human. It’s okay to want something solidly normal sometimes, I know you do too.“ He nodded knowing it’s harsh to discuss with someone that knew him too well.

“What about Jordan? How is he? The last time I came here he was finishing college so he wasn’t around, his mother was sick though, It was cancer… I paid all the chemotherapy and other treatments to help the chemo but when the day the hospital called me saying my money wasn’t going to the patient anymore I knew she died.” He said sadly, he often tried to help people, could be wearing his suit working as a superhero, or just making generous money donations to help other causes and people even if indirectly.

“I didn’t know that, must have been hash for him. When I landed here and started to unpack everything he opened the door with a shotgun saying it was his property, but he was with one of the dogs and then he recognized me and I recognized him… it was nice.” The sight of an old friend had made you happy, but you were so selfish that you didn’t even ask about his parents or brothers, just rambled about a small crush like a little girl. “Damn, I was so ignorant, I didn’t ask about it, what a great friend I am huh?!”

Tony bumped his shoulder on yours. “I like the guy, you two would be good together.”

“You are just saying that because you want me to live an apple pie life.”

“Well blame me for being a concerned friend.” You smiled and you two looked at the beautiful wooden vision ahead.

You don’t call him father frequently and neither did he called you daughter, of course you consider him as a father, but after living the life you had it was harsh to recognize a man as a father rather than a friend, especially since you held to much pain and hate related to your real one.

Tony didn’t mind and neither did you, it was okay. “He liked you back in the day, I mean if he liked you while you were a kid imagine now that you’re all grown up and independent?” He laughed at one memory and you looked at him trying to guess what he was laughing so heartily about. “Happy hated being your bodyguard, he called me daily saying ‘Y/N and that Jordan kid is picking up fights with every owner of some hurt animal around the city’ it was so funny because he was so nervous and saying things like ‘I will quit that job, Tony. I swear I’m not a nanny, find a nanny to that troublemaker daughter you found.’ ” Tony was laughing so hard that his face was becoming red and it had tears in the corners of his eyes.

You were laughing as well. “Exactly! He does hate it, and in a few years later too, in the parties and everything you made him go with me. He hated it. And now you put the poor man to watch over Peter, you surely want to give him a heart attack.”

Bucky.

Bucky walked out of the house the minute he saw it was actually Tony outside and not some threat. He knew it wouldn’t be good to see him and since you were crying the tears it had on his shirt would make the situation even more complicated.

So he left by the backyard door and walked around the area. The huge trees and mountains made a beautiful sight. He entered one of the barns and saw Jordan there, he wanted to leave but the man heard him and he didn’t want to act awkwardly, he could manage a normal conversation with him.

Jordan gazed at him and gave a welcoming smile. “Hey man. I’m just fixing that part here, the troublemakers broke it last night.” He lifted the broken spring pole and one water dispenser.

“I can help.“ Bucky offered. Jordan nodded and gave the spring pole since he was already fixing the water dispenser. Both worked and without realizing that they were working in every possible broken thing around all the outhouses.

Jordan smiled when it finished and thanked him. “Thanks for the help man, want a beer?” He offered and Bucky agreed, is not like Jordan would try to kill him, but even if he did Bucky surely knew how to defend himself.

Jordan’s house was empty of people but was a bright place, not the ones you expect to be murdered on. “You live alone?”

“No, with my father that is in town now and my younger brother Alex, he is in College so he just comes here on the weekends. My other brother Marco comes here often but he is trying to get a job far from here. Mr. Stark offered one job on his industries but my brother praises he wants to have something out of his own worthiness, not a gift from a man that changed our lives.” Jordan answered while got two beers and opened it.

Bucky grabbed the beer and paid attention to Jordan. “Changed your lives?”

“Y/N, didn’t tell you?” Jordan asked and Bucky shook his head in a silent no. “We were really poor and barely had food on our table. Mother and dad were killing themselves working in a bankrupt cloth factory and having four kids to raise was really tough. One day I saw everyone making a big fuzz around the older weapons fabric it had over the town and me and my brothers saw Mr. Stark and Y/N walking around. I don’t remember how many days after but they came to our small house asking if we wanted a job, my father was cautious at first, you know what they say about powerful rich men. And Mr. Stark said he would buy the whole propriety around to build a house for his daughter, and if my parents wanted a job we would be paid to take care of the house while they were out. My parents said yes and then that house became this rather than the old one bedroom one.” He looked around the spacious and with big windows house. “Me and my brothers got the best education and my parents became truly happy.”

Bucky nodded and smiled at the opportunity you and Tony had given him and his family.

“She didn’t mention it.”

Jordan smiled and the mention of you. “Yeah, I can’t blame her though, living such a different life now how could she remember just some poor family that her wishes to help the animals changed for the better?”

Bucky sat on the couch and was casually drinking beer with Jordan as a normal friend. “So your parents got paid to take care of the house

He nodded.

“Well basically for keeping an eye if anyone stranger comes near. To clean and make sure everything is perfect. To take care of the animals, those type of things. My father recognizes it was just an excuse to help us so he got this. And honestly, it was the best thing had ever happened.”

Bucky smiled, he knew Tony was a good man but it all was surely your idea.

Somehow the subject had turned in how he managed to take care of the animals and live his life, he explained that after his mother died he dropped med school to spend more time with his father who got a severe depression after his wife passed away. He thought it wasn’t fair for his young brothers to drop their lives and live there forever.

So he moved back and helped his father on the worst days of his life.

“What about you two? Had you made any move yet?“ Jordan asked and Bucky looked at him perplexed.

In the 40’s these weren’t the exact words the guys used to express, but he was Sam’s friend and he needed to hear the same phrase daily whenever Sam saw you and Bucky together. "Come on Y/N is nice, and you have the great opportunity to do so, I mean you two are out of your real life, where things are more in a peace and I’m sure you can find a good plan to tell her.“

“Listen, I don’t know what you are talking about…” Bucky said,

Jordan smiled and shook his head. “You are as stubborn as she is.” He sipped the rest of his beer. “All I’m saying is you clearly likes her and she clearly likes you, why are you backing off? I mean she is beautiful I’m sure every possible guy makes a move.”

“Y/N doesn’t like me in that way.”

“She does, believe me. And you are very lucky with it, don’t waste it, man.”

Bucky considered his words and expressions, “You like her don’t you?”

Jordan let a sigh. “I used to, yeah. I think it’s safe to say that I loved her, but she never felt the same way and every time I tried to show her how much I cared she just backed off, so I stopped trying and accepted that she didn’t want me more than a friend… and we were kids so what is love for a mere boy uh?”

“Maybe she would like you back now.” Bucky said tiredly and sipped the rest of his beer placing it on the table in front of him. “You two would look good together.” Just the vision made Bucky queasy but at least you would be with a man whose mind was totally his, a man who Tony would accept.

“I guess we would, but either way isn’t me she has feelings for.” Jordan pointed with a smile and Bucky started to like the man, it wasn’t a contest to see who would win the girl.

It was just the girl’s best friend who had a lot of instabilities and the girl’s old friend talking. “Okay I won’t stay in that talk forever if you both are too headstrong but Y/N likes you and you like her. Make a move because life is short and I’m sure in a superhero life one is even shorter. You’re wasting time where you could pass being happy with her.”

Y/N.

Tony wanted to see the animals and you gladly walked there with him, he just liked the place as well and all the atmosphere it has there. In the outhouse where the horses you two talked about how was the best option which Fury would make a visit, you pondered if it was better to go to Washington or just face him somewhere else.

Tony said he could travel to the house and talk with you there.

You were worried that somehow Fury would be putting you in a trap an trying to catch you.

Tony’s eyes looked tired and he had dark circles under his eyes. “When was the last time you slept, Tony?”

He avoided your question but responded with an exhalation when he noticed your face. “I slept last night.”

“Did you?”

“Okay not last night like in a few hours ago, but I did.”

“You are exhausting yourself after these documents, please take a day off and rest.”

Tony pinched his nose. “I’ll sleep when Artem gets in jail and your name gets cleared.”

“Come on Tony, it won’t help me much if you get sick. Please just relax, travel somewhere do something.” You pleaded.

“Look I’m fine okay, I’m totally okay and the moment this all ends and you get back home to the safety I will sleep like a baby.”

You scratched your head in his stubbornness. You had to be the good person in his life, the one that wouldn’t bring him more problems, maybe he regrets all of it already. “Do you regret bringing me to your life? Like you could had dropped me in an orphanage or in intern school … Do you lament your decision?” You asked in a diminutive voice, nervous of his response.

He shook his head. “No.”

You just shrugged and rubbed your face, if he did so you couldn’t blame the man, you had done nothing than providing him with stress and restless nights of sleep, apparently. “Do you remember the first time you spoke to me?“ You nodded and smiled at the memory.

It was a warm day in the pity of hell. Raza had sent you to Lorna again but you hid in one cave where his men didn’t get any more, you had seen a foreign man entering the place and saw Yinsen communicating with him. You had grown found to Yinsen since he was to the only kind man there and you spent a lot of time running away to talk with him. He was your only friend.

When you saw Tony his chest was on full display and Lorna’s words reached your head, her vexatious voice stating that you belonged only to Raza and could only perceive him and no one else. Tony was a pretty man, but for the first time he talked to you, you refused like a hurt animal would.

The billionaire Tony Stark was there and his life was equated to a car battery. And the colorful wires and the open flesh made you even more found of Yinsen’s skills.

“Hey, who are you?” He asked and Yinsen saw you there hidden in the dark. He smiled, Yinsen told him that you ‘lived’ there, he explained and Tony shook his head in pure rage.

The things progressed and when Yinsen needed help with one of the wires on Tony’s electromagnet you gladly helped. You spoke with Tony and pronouncing English was sort of unusual, Yinsen did a few times but Tony hadn’t a strong accent as him.

With the days passing, you got affectionate with him. Tony asked your name and where you were from, you didn’t know much and your words weren’t firm in the English language.

Tony was like a light at the end of the tunnel. When they tortured him you cried and Yinsen had to make you promise you wouldn’t let them know you had seen him.

Tony built up the first iron man suit with gold and metal and a few pieces he had “obtained” to make the missile.

When he told he would run away he promised he would take Yinsen and you with him, you felt like you would die and his idea was a death wish.

Just the idea of being freed made you smile, but if they killed Tony you would kill yourself, you just needed to leave that hell.

Yinsen died and told Tony that he was more than what he thought he was, that he needed to use his life to help others, to not waste his new chance.

And for you, he said you would have the world because you surely deserved a better one.

“How could I ever forget that?” You asked with a smile on your face but with sadness in your eyes remembering Yinsen and how he deserved better.

Tony let a minor sigh and felt a pinch going through his heart remembering about his friend and life savior.

“When I got kidnaped and woke up in that place I believed I was going to die, then with your and Yinsen’s help I managed to get out of there. My life was empty as Yinsen had said I had everything but also I had nothing, I had all the money and power but no one by my side. When I woke up there feeling that awful pain and met Yinsend and then you, I gained a second chance in life, I started a new path to a better version of me. A new one to do better to be better. You know how of a simple playboy I was, but I knew that I needed to help others using my armor and to shut down the weapons manufacturing division of my industries. After that brief soiree in the Afghan cave, I started a path to a better life, I changed and at the end of the path I started us on.“

You felt tears finding your eyelids.

The mention of the word us brought small tears to your eyes, back in the day when you thanked him for saving your life you felt completely lost of what to do or where to go. He promised he would take care of you, you said he didn’t need to, that it wasn’t his responsibility but he just did. He adopted and gave you his name, status, money, friendship and love.

On the path to mental stabilization and to find your identity, you have taken numerous studies and several appointments with every possible doctor, just the bests of course. When you cried feeling full and incapable to move on he simply hugged and said. “It’s okay, it’s me and you. Us, we’re going to get through this and be happy.” Being a girl of only thirteen years old trying to stabilize the presence and support of Tony gave you strength and hope.

With the passing of the years, you two expressed it to another, could be in some bad experience of his or yours, always together. The word held such a strong meaning that on your 18th birthday you and Tony tattoed that simple word in each other handwriting on the ribcage, your handwriting of the word ‘us’ on his ribcage and his handwritten on yours. It’s small but truly significant. Because you two would always be together, a family.

“I can regret a lot of things in my life, but I will never regret you.“ He said truthfully and happy tears fell from your eyes, you walked to his reach and hugged him. He sniffed as well showing he was also emotional about the talk. “I love you, kid.“ He said and kissed your head.

You smiled and replied. “I love you.“

The rest of the talk was filled with laughs and hope. He went back to his house and said Fury would appear there soon enough but he would let you know it earlier.

Hours later.

Bucky got back and he was feeling hopeful pondering about Jordan’s bits of advice, why it was easier to hear some stranger words than his best friend ones? Steve surely motivated him before to talk with you.

He found you on the couch smiling re-watching the footage, he didn’t say anything but you explained what Tony had said. He got happy knowing Fury accepted to talk with you.

You asked about what he had done the hours he got out since you went to see the animals and didn’t see him anywhere. He said he was with Jordan and you wondered how that had happened.

“Jordan told about what you and Tony made for him and his family, it was very considerate of you.” Bucky said and you two went to the kitchen to eat something.

“Yeah, I just believed that no family should live so poorly.” You said and placed a few items to make sandwiches for you two.

The dinner was calm and somehow happy. When you finished you washed the dishes but let the cups to wash later because you had to use another soap on it.

Bucky was sat on the countertop with his body facing your back, he was writing in his journal and you let a yelp.

The sink tap broke and water splashed everywhere, you yelled and Bucky tried to fix it with no result.

He stood doing so and placing his metal hand on the water handling the pressure it has there. You walked out of the place searching for the water register. When you did so you closed it and walked back to the kitchen.

Bucky’s shirt, hair and face were completely wet, your state wasn’t much different but you couldn’t help but laugh. “You think that is funny, uh?” He asked with a smile on his face. “Your clothes are soaked too.” He pointed and you had to prop your hands on your knees to catch your breath.

“Not as much as you.” You pointed.

Bucky nodded with an ear to ear smile, pondering on a devilish idea.

Inside the sink, it has a few cups you and Tony had used earlier on to drink water. Since the tap broke and water had splashed everywhere it also filled the empty glass cups. Bucky grabbed one and you widened your eyes. “No, Bucky no!” You said urgently, but he ignored you and you felt a cold splash on your chest. “No!” You cried but kept laughing at the situation.

He placed the cup over the sink and grabbed the other one. You ran to his front trying to grab the cup and throw at him instead. You managed to put your feet slipped on the wet hardwood floor, Bucky clutched your body before you could fall but the glass hit the floor breaking into thousands of tiny pieces.

The laughed on both sides continued until he helped you on your feet, but his hands remained on your hips and his eyes on yours.

Bucky was so pretty, and so close you could see the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, some almost faded little scars.

You lifted your fingers and touched a small spot under his cheekbone where he had told you years ago it was the place were the electrical shock device touched and with the frequency, they had used it on him, it has no serum in the world that could heal the burned tortured skin.

You kissed the spot on an impulse, you just wanted to heal all his wounds and pain he had been cursed, not only on his body but on his tortured soul as well.

He looked at you in a daze. He pondered if it would be okay to finally properly kiss you, but would you really want it? Maybe your sweet gesture was something friendly. ‘Oh god when exactly I had lost all my courage and flirting tactics?’ He pondered, but your face was so close, your body so nearby to his. “Screw it.” He murmured and crashed his lips into yours claiming them. He had the best taste you had the chance to prove.

It was a sympathizer fusion of mint, coffee and… him.

You were truly shocked at how secure the kiss was. You’d thought he would be more gentle at first. But it was firm and it definitely had an ‘extra’ effect on your body. His hands moved from your hips, one was placed on your cheek with his finger on your hair pulling your face even closer to his, the other was located on your lower back.

Your palms were on his forearm and the other on his firm pectoral.

He left your lips and tried to regain his breath, his eye widened as he thought what he had just done and opened his mouth ready to give you an apology, you moved your hands to both sides of his face and kissed his lips, the corner of his mouth and the tip of his nose affectively. “Don’t you dare to say sorry.” You said and he grinned.

“It’s okay if we do it again?” He asked as a young boy discovering sex life.

“It’s okay if we do anything.” You said and his Adam’s apple bobbed. He claimed your lips again taking full control of your sense, you placed your arms around his neck and placed one of your hands on his long locks pulling it somewhat strongly earning a soft moan. He groaned at your mouth and the waves of the action made goosebumps explode on your skin. When his lips left yours he made a journey on your neck making you moan and grip on his strong broad shoulders trying to secure your body.

The feeling was astonishing, the alliance of his plumps lips on your skin and his strong palms grabbing your body made you in an excellent daze.

Your sexual life wasn’t much active since you had a lot of trust issues after all the sexual crimes Raza had made you go through, but after years and years with therapist appointments, you got freed of the fear to be touched.

Bucky wouldn’t be the first since Tony saved you, you had dated a guy back in the day and a few of encounters some years back. But since Bucky joined your life you couldn’t even think about being with someone else.

As more cliche the idea was, you waited for him, if someday you had luck enough he would feel the same regardless of his past with the Stark’s.

“It’s okay, James.” You said and his name falling on your lips had a powerful impact on him.

He clutched your waist and placed you on the kitchen counter opening your legs with his hands walking between them. You closed your legs around his hips and touched his muscled back squeezing the skin. His hands started to move up and down on your sides squeezing softly here and there, you pulled his hair and placed your lips on his again.

“Upstairs?” He asked on your lips and you nodded. He slid your body off the counter and put it on his lap pulling your body firmly against him and walked out of the place, you laughed and told him you could walk yourself his answer was simple. “We don’t want to get cut do we?”

…

In the early hours of the next day, you woke up and noticed a sleepy James Barnes looking at you with hearty eyes.

He had a lazy grin in his mouth and his eyes sparkling with the sweetest hue of blue. You closed your eyes and covered your face with your hand. “Don’t look at me right now, I probably look terrible.” He chuckled and grabbed your hand kissing the top of it repeatedly. When you opened your eyes and looked at him he just placed a lock of hair behind your ear and smiled.

“That’s impossible.” He said with a raspy voice and gave your lips a sweet peck. You smiled and moved closer to his body placing your head on his neck finding sleep again.

Bucky caressed your head and found the delicious slumber catch him once again.

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Also sorry if the 'smut’ part was sort of vanilla but I thought that if I added more of it on that chapter it would have like 10k+.

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