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old rogers. young!bucky barnes x older!fem reader.

synopsis: bucky had a crush on you since he was fourteen years old, and now, at twenty-four years old, finally gets a chance to make a move.

cw: riding, unprotected piv mommy kink, a little bit of nudity, masturbation, silly teen crush, Freud mentioned but really bad explanation, flirting, sub!top reader, dom!bottom bucky, age gap, secret relationship, crempie, Bucky cums a lot.

a ten nsfw chapter series masterlist.

Bucky and Steve had been friends since high school, and the connection they had was evident. Bucky adored Steve, he was truly his best friend, he wouldn't change him for anything, he wouldn't ever want to push him away.

But going to the beach with Steve's family was always so freaking hard. His mom and dad were the sweetest, his little brother was so fun too. The problem was you.

You were already in college when Steve introduced Bucky to the family. He was fourteen while you were already twenty, and of course you realized how enamored he was with you. He loved your laugh and your eyes, he could've stared at your face for hours, but he couldn't, you were his best friend's older sister and you even had a boyfriend at the time, and clearly, he wasn't old enough. And also, you hadn't even interacted with him a lot, since you were always studying or in college.

But that year, it was the first beach vacation you shared with your family and Bucky. He was already twenty-four, and you were thirty, two adults, right? But still, you were off range, you were his best friend's older sister.

But still, he couldn't help but stare. You were tanning with a towel and an umbrella, you had undone the knot of your bikini and you were laying on your tummy to tan your back smoothy.

He was almost drooling with his milkshake in hand, he felt like a hormonal teen. He thought this was over, that it was just a stupid crush with the first mature, hot girl he saw when he was fourteen, since he went to a only boys school. But it seemed that it wasn't, because he felt like the first time he laid eyes on you.

"Jamie." You called, lifting your sunglasses, and smiling gently at him.

"Y-yeah?" He swallowed hard.

"Can I have a sip?" You rolled over your back, your bikini top still untied. The top was covering almost all of your breasts. Almost. The curve of your tits was completely on sight.

"Sure..." I said with an enamored sigh, drooling at the sight of your tanned skin.

He approached, sitting next to you and handing you the milkshake. You grabbed the straw in your lips without using your hands, sipping from it as you looked at him in his eyes. Once you swallowed the white beverage, you smiled at him. "Thanks."

He nodded quickly, casually standing back up and running to the bathroom. Once inside, he covered his mouth with his free hand while the other was in charge of stroking his cock tightly. He focused on imagining it was your mouth, or your cunt, whatever you would let him use.

(...)

The second day was even worse, you had another bikini now, a red wine one. The color suited you beautifully, your skin glowing in the sun while you read a book.

He took a breath, preparing himself to approach now.

He, nervously, approached and sat next to you. "H-hey." He swallowed hard.

You turned to him and smiled instantly, he felt his heart flutter, and his cock throb. You removed your glasses and closed your book, the attention was making him even more nervous.

"Hi, Jamie." You smiled, you were the only one who called him that, you did it since you met him and he had fantazised for nights with you moaning that stupid nickname.

"What were you reading?" He tried to make conversation.

"My good friend, Sigmund Freud." You chuckled, showing him the book. "Some psychology thing I remembered I read in college. But let's not talk about me, how are you doing now? Gonna enlist?" You asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm... I'm enlisting." He said, smiling stupidly.

"Isn't it kinda scary? I mean, I freak out with just the idea of going."

"Well, it is scary, but it's scarier to think of my loved ones being in danger, you know."

You smiled lovingly, your eyes shining. If he were a dog, he would have started wagging his tail with just that sight.

"You are really brave, Jamie, I like that." You smiled.

He felt his heart skip a bit, his stomach flipping with exciment, he was about to fucking vomit a bouquet of flowers and give it—

That was it. Flowers. He needed to get you flowers, that was it.

He blushed and rubbed the nape of his neck. "Ah, it's nothing, it's just how I feel, I guess."

"I always knew you were kind-hearted."

He felt like you were flirting. Were you flirting with him? He had flirted with women before, but he had totally forgotten how to answer to any compliment. His brain was blank.

"You were always sweet with me, I wouldn't treat you any different." He smiled back, resting on his forearm.

You bit your lip as you smiled, clearly flustered at his comment.

Yes, Barnes, fucking yes. Smart mother fucker. (More like sister fucker.)

"Well, you were worthy of my kindness I guess, you always treated Steve really good, I knew I could trust you that." You shifted a bit to face him better.

"Trust me what?" He furrowed his brows slightly.

"I knew you would take good care of someone you appreciated." You smirked a bit. "So I knew I could trust you my baby bro." You giggled a bit.

He blushed heavily, but tried to act non chalantly.

This is the moment, Bucky, think, think, you gotta give a more explicit sign, come on. Use that stupid head of yours. He thought.

He pretended to think once he had the most risky comment in the tip of his mouth. "You think... I could take good care of you?" He finally looked at you in the eye, his icy blue eyes piercing yours.

You blushed more, your lips parting because of the surprise.

Before you could answer, your younger brother shoot both of you with a water gun.

"Greg! You little shit, I'm gonna kill you!" You said as you grabbed your soaked book.

Greg just laughed and ran away.

"Mom! Greg ruined my book!" You complained, cursing under your breath.

Then, you put a hand on Bucky's right shoulder. Your hand was warm, but the water made it cool down a bit. Still, your touch, even if it was a few seconds, was soft and delicate. His breath hitched as he looked up at you.

"I'll be right back." You said, before going with your parents.

When you came back, Bucky wasn't there. You were confused, but assumed he got bored waiting since you took really long.

Bucky was for his third orgasm already and his cock wouldn't stop getting hard at the memory of the whole interaction.

(...)

The third day, you weren't at the beach at all. Bucky looked around like a lost puppy, trying to get a glance of you, but nothing.

"Hey, your sister didn't come." He said casually to Steve.

"Ah, yeah, she told me to let you know she would stay in her bedroom. I think it's because you were having a chat before Greg got annoying, right?" Steve answered.

Was that it? Could that be the sign he was waiting for?

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." He said, casually, trying to ignore the throb of his cock.

Bucky didn't even bother to put a shirt on, he almost jumped all the way to your hotel room. He knocked on the door eagerly, and a few seconds later, you opened the door.

You were in a pair of grey shorts, a wide t-shirt, clearly no bra on, your hair wet and dump, you had just jumped out of the shower, and that just made him more excited.

"I was wondering when you were gonna show up." You smiled, letting him come in.

"Steve told me you wanted to keep chatting with me." He smiled as he sat on your bed. He smiled back, he had more confidence, he could sense that you wanted him back, and he was just getting more and more excited.

"Stupid Greg made me not want to go out today, I loved that book." You huffed before you sat next to him. "But I felt we had a chat pending." You sat sideways, holding your body in your right hand as you looked at him

"Do we?" He smiled a bit, but internally, he was shivering.

"You know I'm a bit too old, right?" You started. He nodded quickly. "And you know I'm your best friend's sister." He nodded again. "Alright."

You sat straight and pushed him to make him lay on his back. Bucky's pupils went wide when you began to crawl on top of him. "So, when Steve asks, we were reading about Freud, right?"

He nodded eagerly, his lips parted as he sighed, your hands ran up his bare torso.

"You got huge this time, you lift a lot?" You asked, squeezing his muscles with a smile.

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "Yeah, a-about a hundred and fourty pounds."

"Hundred and fourty pounds?" You said impressed. "You could lift any girl you want." You teased with a smile. You leaned down, your lips pressed against his sun-kissed collarbone.

"Y-yeah..."

"Could you lift me?" You asked in whispers as your kisses began to climb their way to his throat.

"I..." He sighed of pleasure. "I would love to."

You giggled, the sound making Bucky shiver. His shaking hands moved to grab your clothed waist.

"Steve can't know about this, okay?" You said, your eyes in his, your hands cupping his cheeks.

He nodded obediently and quickly, he sank his fingertips a bit harder into your waist, while his eyes darted between your soft plump lips and your eyes.

"Gonna be good f'r me?" You ran your fingers through his hair.

"Yes, yes, I'll— I'll do anything for you." He muttered. You smiled, and he noticed how much he loved the way your eyes crinkled. He leaned a bit, and he forced himself to not moan when his lips brushed against yours.

Your hand held the back of his neck and you pressed a soft kiss on his lips. That was it? Right? Just— just a kiss? He thought.

(...)

"Oh, fuck!" You moaned out loud while your hips snapped into his.

His eyes were wide as he had his face buried in the crook of your neck. Moaning, drooling, babbling, he was totally overwhelmed, trying so hard not to come too quick like he already did. Three times.

He felt lime a virgin teen, when he was an adult man and definetly not a virgin.

You were riding him so skillingly, you knew some much, he felt just dumb, he gave in the second you had pushed him in that bed. His hands were gripping your back while his legs shook of overstimulation. You were whining and moaning in his ear as you scratched down his back, using him like the perfect sex toy he was.

"Gimme another one." You mumbled in his ear, making him sob a moan again. "C'mon, I'm so close, make me cum, baby."

He pulled away a second, his hands running through your sides as he got drunk in the sight of you. Your soft tanned tummy, your pretty arms, your pink cunt sucking his cock, and your beautiful, bouncing tits.

He sank his face there, sucking them, biting them, while his hands gripped your middle back.

"You like my tits? Wanna get nursed like a baby?" You teased a bit, between moans.

He looked up at you, glassy blue eyes into yours, he squeezed your body, his cock throb and all for the thought of you taking good care of him. For the thought of being your baby.

You saw his eyes full of hunger and desire and kissed him gently, pulling his hair delicately, you started to ride him slower.

"C'mon..." You said softly. "Take what you want."

He didn't have to think twice, he grabbed your left nipple in his mouth, and sucked like he could get milk from it. Your hand ran through his hair, stroking him, petting him.

"That's a good boy, making mommy feel good."

Something snapped at him, like a rubber band. He moaned, and whined like a hurt dog as he sucked and sucked. He planted his feet on the mattress, and he began to thrust upwards, his tip directly hitting your cervix.

He heard you gasped and moan out loud, your nails sank on his shoulders as you tried to find support.

"Mommy, mommy..." He moaned feraly in your ear. "So good, so good, tell me I'm good, mommy..." He begged in sobs.

Your nails were almost piercing his skin. "S-so good, baby, so f-f-freaking great for mommy."

He moaned with just your words, keeping his pace. "Gonna fill you up so good, lemme fill you up, lemme make you a mommy."

His primal needs made his eyes go blurry, he was so desperate to cum, he needed to fill you nice and good, knock you up, having your round and fat with him.

"Baby, you know you can't..." You said breathless.

"Please, please, please, please..." He begged, his sobs filled the room with the slapping sound of his balls against your skin. "I can't pull out, I can't— I can't, please, let me fill you..." He almost cried in your shoulder.

How could you say no to him? How could you deny him anything if he spoke in that tone?

"C'mon, baby, fill momma up." You mumbled in his ear and he moaned at the permission.

"Thank you, oh, mommy, thank you..." He cried as his thrusts began to get sloppier and sloppier.

You pulled his hair and clenched around his shaft. You moaned loudly, and your back arched in his embrace when your climax almost made you tear up.

With that, the gave a final thrust and came inside, his cum filling and spilling all over your bed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't stop, I just can't—" he sobbed, holding your body against him as he kept coming. He never came this much, but the orgasm he just had... you might have ruined him for the rest of women.

"Shh, it's okay, baby, don't worry about it. You did great." You kissed his face gently, making him purr at the soft aftermath.

(...)

"So, what did you guys do?" Steve asked, when all of his family, including you, were having dinner.

"Ah, she showed me a book he had, one Freud wrote." Bucky said casually.

"Wasn't that the one who fucked his mom?" Steve's dad said.

Bucky nearly chocked with his food.

"Dad! Don't be stupid! He didn't fuck his mom, he had his arguments about the unconscious desire of having sexual relationships with the opposite gender parent, like the myth of Oedipus." You explained. "It's a normal sexual wish that kids have when they are really young, and that feeling disappears once they grow, it's almost biological."

"Well, some dudes still have some of that, am I right?" Your dad chuckled.

"Dad, quit it—"

"You know what I mean, Barnes." He elbowed Bucky, whose face was red as a tomato.

"Y-Yeah, sure."

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Mavis made his way through the sea of people to get to his locker. No one spoke to him. No one paid any attention to him. He didn’t mind this, actually. It allowed him to pass through undetected like a ninja. It was a perk of being one of the quiet kids. Although, sometimes, he wished he had more than just four people to talk to.

He spotted Carter through the crowd and gave him a quick “Hey!”. He waved back in response, smiling at him.

Compared to Mavis' drab appearance, looking like he just got out of bed, Carter’s hair was combed back in a neat fashion, his eyes sparkling like he just got a good night’s sleep. His attire consisted of a black shirt, blue jeans and a red flannel jacket. He was a bit of an anomaly at school. Most girls talked to him, but he had never gone out on a date with them. He was popular, but he was always seen talking with Mavis. People had asked him to hang out with people of his social status, but he always turned it down. “I don’t want to leave my friend alone, you know?”

Carter grew concerned when he saw that Mavis' eyes were droopy. “You okay?”

“Oh yeah. I just didn’t get enough sleep last night.” He answered, rubbing his eyes.

“Oh… Did you…” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “Dream about it again?”

Mavis let out a shaky sigh. “Yeah. I thought I got past that. I thought it had gone away in middle school.”

“Listen, if you need to talk, I can come over and we can. Or if you don’t want to, we can just talk about whatever. I’m fine with anything.”

Mavis smiled. Whenever he was around, his mood would improve a bit. They had both been friends since they were kids and they bonded over their family struggles. With Mavis' family, his parent’s feuds that constantly aggravated him. With Carter’s family, his mother having medical problems. He remembered the day of a particularly nasty fight where Mavis' mom and dad got into a screaming match. He had gone to Carter's house, crying, wondering if his parents didn’t love him anymore. “Is it my fault?” He asked him in tears. “Is it my fault mommy and daddy are constantly arguing? Weren't they supposed to love each other?"

Carter was quick to rescue him, offering a shoulder for him to cry on, reassuring him that his parents still love him. For the rest of the day, they played some of his favorite video games, played hide and seek outside with Mavis hiding in the shed, and even let him play with some of his action figures. Even though he felt uncomfortable about barging into his house unannounced, the fact that his friend was there for him in his time of need made it all worth it.

Mavis and Carter both got their textbooks out of their respective lockers and were about to walk to their classes when they heard a familiar voice.

“Hey guys! You lookin’ pretty snazzy today!”

They both turned to look at the source and their smiles widened. There they are. Tyler Lechner and Gavin Ozpin. They were both seen as the punk kids in school, always getting into trouble with school faculty. That was definitely why Charlie hung out with them. Tyler had a hoodie that had the logo of a rock band on it while Gavin was all decked out in his scene kid gear - ripped, black jeans and a ripped, denim jacket. He had multiple piercings in his ears and one of his eyebrows had a shaven mark on one side. He even got himself a tongue piercing which Mavis couldn’t help but cringe at. He remembered how he reacted the first time he saw Gavin's new look.

“Whoa! Dude, you look... Different. What'd you do?” He had asked him on their first day of sophomore year.

“Well, Charlie and Ty took me to a few places. We thought it would, y’know, change our status quo a bit.” He fluffed up his hair. “Gave me some curls too.”

“What status quo?” Carter asked.

“Uhhh….”

Tyler stepped in. “He just wanted to look different this year.”

“So, spent another boring night without internet?” Gavin asked, leaning against the lockers.

“Actually, it’s pretty beneficial. It allowed me to catch up on some reading.” Carter said.

“Pfft! Who has time to read anyway? There could be so many other things we could be doing. So many TV shows we could be watching. But thanks to the mayor’s bone-headed decision, our rights are slowly being taken away!”

“Gavin, you know there’s a reason behind the curfew and electronics rule.” Tyler said.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s because they’re trying to keep us safe from the mimics. But I mean, they didn’t have to say that we can’t use our cell phones after 9, right?” He waggled his cell phone. “I mean, I doubt someone’s face could appear on something like this and kill you.”

"I mean, it could be possible considering what they can do."

“Well, it’s best to be safe and follow the rules. You don’t want to get fined again, do you, Gav?” Mavis asked.

“No…”

“Good.”

They changed the conversation to something more suited for the morning. The point Gavin made about the cell phone restriction made Mavis think… There hadn’t been any reports of mimics coming through phones as of yet. Now that he thought about it, there wasn’t really a good reason for this rule. Maybe the mayor caved in after several paranoid calls from parents. Something about their children being influenced by Satan or the mimics. Business as usual in Crestwood county.

Other than that, life resumed as usual for the teens. Tyler and Gavin were talking about who knows what while him and Carter started quizzing each other to prepare for Mr. Bentley’s test.

"Hey Tyler? Where's Charlie?" Gavin asked.

"She's probably hanging out with her gal-pals. She always want to keep up the bad girl attitude." Tyler responded.

"Hmm."

Although he said that, they already knew who Charlie was.

Project Mimicry (Vol 1) - Chapter 1

"In the beginning, God created the heaven and the Earth." - Genesis 1:1

1983

"This is a test. This station is conducting a test of the Emergency Broadcasting System. This is only a test."

A long, screeching noise blared from the old TV. The Markson family had a different program on when they announced the test. It was some cowboy show their dad loved so much. For eleven year old Jade, it made her stomach churn. It was an odd sound, different from the sounds of horses and gunfire that came from the living room while they were doing family worship. It made her want to jump into her mother's arms and pray to Jehovah for the noise to stop.

Her mom, dad and brother were silent as the attention signal droned on. After a minute, it stopped.

"This is a test of the emergency broadcasting system. The broadcasters of your area in voluntary cooperation with federal, state and local authorities have developed this system to keep you informed in the event of an emergency. If this had been an actual emergency, the attention signal you have just heard would have been filed by official information, news or instructions. This station serves the northern Alabama area. This concludes this test of the emergency broadcast system."

Jade fiddled with the pages of her book, trying to think of the right words to say. Her brother, Caleb had resumed work on his drawing, seeming to not care about anything. Her mother let out a small sigh. "I swear, can they not scare the kids like that?"

"Mom..." Jade quietly said. "Why do they send out something like this? What if it hadn't been a test? Are... Are we gonna die?"

Opal got up from her chair and pulled her into her arms. "Oh sweetie, we're not gonna die. Everything's gonna be okay. This whole thing will blow over in no time."

"Well Jade," Opal's husband, Simon, chimed in. "They played the test on our TV because they want to inform us on what's happening. The world is at a very turbulent time at the moment so they are doing their best to keep us informed. If we were actually under attack, we would've been hiding in the basement." He let out a small chuckle.

"Well, what can we do to make it better?" Jade asked.

"Pray to Jehovah, of course. Our safety is his priority and if we pray to him, he'll protect us."

Jade smiled and snuggled into her mother. Jehovah is the only thing she knew. She may not be like the other "worldly" kids, but she didn't need all those material goods. She didn't need to see the latest movie or buy the newest toys. As long as she had her family and Jehovah, she can get through anything.

Caleb let out a soft coo.

"Oh, we didn't forget about you!" Simon lifted him out of his baby chair and gently rocked him. The whole family began to giggle.

This was their life. This was their routine. Jade was determined to be a good older sister to Caleb. And soon, he will be baptized.

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December 24th, 1983

"This is an important message from the Crestwood police department. This is not a test. I repeat, this is not a test. The Crestwood police department has issued a Shelter-in-place Warning for the county of Crestwood until further notice. Reports of unknown figures have been confirmed by law enforcement and the Department of Babylonian Crusaders. For your safety, until 5 PM to 6 AM, stay home, lock all doors and windows and, in the event of a break-in, have access to a loaded weapon at all times. Do not call 911 unless you need to report an emergency. The Crestwood police department and the Department of Babylonian Crusaders thanks you for your cooperation.

Stay tuned for a message from the representative of the Department of Babylonian Crusaders."

"Hello. My name is Dr. Lloyd Evans from the Department of Babylonian Crusaders. We have been receiving reports of unknown organisms that we've decided to call mimics. You may have already gotten the alert from the EBS about this phenomenon, but we're here to tell you about what those mimic types are and what you can do to protect yourself.

The first type are the defensive mimics. They are a sub group of mimics that take on the role of a protector when they find a human. Some pose as aggressive mimics to ward off other humans or they deceive humans they perceive as harmful with their harmless look and kill them. Think of it as a predator camouflaging itself in order for them to eat their prey.

There are three types of defensive mimics. There are Batesian, Mullerian and Emsleyan or Mertensian mimics.

Batesian mimics are harmless. They pose as a harmful mimic to ward off anyone they tries to hurt them or their human.

Mullerian mimics are two or more mimics that advertise themselves as harmful to ward off predators. These mimics often work in groups of two or three.

Emsleyan or Mertensian mimics take the form of a less harmful mimic to deceive the predator and kill them.

These ones can be considered safe, but you should still be wary of them. Aggressive mimics are the ones you need to watch out for. Now, aggressive mimics are the type of mimic that pose as humans to kill them. These types use mind games to toy with their victims. If they haven't committed suicide, the mimic will finish the job.

Predators are a mimic group where they take the form of a loved one, deceive them into thinking they are the real person and then use psychological manipulation. Those are the most dangerous types of mimics and we strongly advise to avoid them at all costs.

Parasites are [REDACTED DUE TO SIGNAL GLITCH]

Now, here's what you can do to keep yourself safe. Stay in your homes after 6 PM, lock all windows and doors and keep a loaded weapon with you at all times. In the event of a mimic attack, follow the S.A.F.E. principle.

S - Secure yourself in a room.

A - Access the situation. Learn how the mimic operates.

F - Fire your weapon. If the mimic attacks, do not hesitate. It can mean life or death.

E - If possible, escape. Do not let them win.

We hope this message keeps you safe. We're very sorry for the interruption and we hope you have a Merry Christmas!"

Though this message was broadcasted to most TVs, some of them reported the S part saying something different. According to reports, it said "Surrender yourself to the Lord."

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1987

The young man's back was pressed up against the wall. The shotgun he had in his hands had one shell left. The creature that was at his door kept calling out to him in a mockery of his wife's voice.

"Ralphie... Please let me in... I'm sorry for sca-a-a-aring you back there. You know how I am."

His grip tightened. That wasn't her. That wasn't his wife. She was dead. And now, he was going to die too. His eyes started to fill with tears.

Marla... I'm so sorry... I couldn't protect you... I couldn't save you from these things.

The image of his wife sprawled out on the kitchen floor flashed in his mind. Her neck that was gushing blood... He swallowed, trying to hold back his vomit. They had followed the rules. They had done everything the broadcast said. What did they do wrong? They had to have done something wrong for something like this to happen.

He gritted his teeth. Pondering over this won't help him now. Remember the S.A.F.E. principle, Ralph. Remember.

He secured himself in his bedroom, grabbing his shotgun so he could protect himself. He analyzed the situation. The creature, the mimic, was trying to use his wife's voice to lure him out, using his nickname. Ralphie was what she would call him when he came home from work. The way she said it made his heart soar. However, when it said his nickname, it felt like nails on a chalkboard.

The high school sweethearts had moved into the rural Alabama town after they had gotten married in New York. They thought getting away from the bustling city life would help them. They were in the talks of starting a family when the broadcast came on, talking about reports of mimics.

"Talk about bad timing. On Christmas too." Marla had said while bringing out the cookies and milk. "Let's hope Santa gets there okay."

"I hope so too. But hey, look on the bright side. This lockdown will end at 6 AM tomorrow. We've still got time to celebrate, right?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Besides, anything's fun with you." She gave him a light peck on the cheek.

A low sob escaped him. There was so much they wanted to do together. So many things they had planned. Their entire life... They were now gone.

Oh Marla... Why did they have to take you? What did we do?

God, please... Please help me.

He wiped his face. No, crying and pleading to some higher being isn't gonna solve anything. I have to survive. I have to live on for Marla! If I can get out of here, I could alert the police.

With a sense of courage taking over, he pointed his shotgun at the door. The mimic had begun to claw at the door, no doubt leaving scratch marks in the wood. "Ralphie... Please... Let me in. It's so cold. My neck hurts. Help..."

"Shut up... You're not her..."

The doorknob rattled.

"You're not her. You're not her! You're not her!!"

There was a sudden loud banging making him jump. "Ralph, open the goddamn door! You'd really leave me out here with these things?! How could you?!" The thing screeched.

"You're! Not! Her! Leave me alone!! You killed her, you monster!! You're not- You're not her!" He screamed, tears streaming down his face. "Just try and get me! I dare you! I'll fucking shoot you if you try anything!"

"Ralph..." His 'wife' had begun to cry. Normally, it would cause him to go over and hug her, but he will not be swayed. What it was doing, it was disgusting. It's desecrating his wife's memory, his image, his everything. The nerve of the creature...

The door flew open, allowing Ralph to see the monster. Though it was hard to see through the darkness, what he could see made him freeze.

Its form was tall and lanky, its arms and legs stretched out to an almost inhuman degree. What little hair it had on its head was beginning to fall off. Its skin was beginning to sag. Ralph could swear he was beginning to see bones. The mimic looked at him with empty eyes yet it pierced his soul with an intense glare. It opened its mouth to speak, but all that came out were rasps and gargles.

Ralph began to shake, his aim wavering as he stared at... He didn't even know what he was seeing. It was human, but at the same time, it was not. It looked like his wife, but it was like looking at a decomposing carcass. The smell... It smelled like rotten eggs left out on the hot sidewalk. Bile threatened to come up his throat, but he held it in.

One shot. He had to make it count. If it failed...

The creature began to laugh. It was the kind of laugh that made you cringe. It was an ear-piercing, gurgling laugh that was like if you tried to imitate a toy clown on its last legs.

Ralph pressed his finger on the trigger. Taking a deep breath, he screamed out.

"I will not let you kill me!!"

The gun went off.

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2017

The group of kids stared at the small house as their two older brothers talked to the movers. The smallest one of the bunch hugged her teddy bear. Though leaving their home state of Florida didn't seem like a huge deal at first, Catherine still had her doubts. Sure, they were free from all the hurricanes, but they still had friends there. They still had people they could talk to.

But now, she and her brothers moved to a new town. There was no one she knew there. And there was... an abundance of churches. Lots and lots of churches.

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my-name-is-baby · 2 days ago

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Because You’re Mine, I Walk the Line

Rafe Cameron x female reader

Warnings: mentions of death (reader’s father, Rafe's mom), mentions of overdosing, angst but also lots of fluff, mentions of drug use, rehab

Author’s note: hiii, so this is my first time ever writing fanfiction, though I’ve been an avid reader for many years, so I hope this turned-out okay. o_o Also I was inspired by the song I Walk the Line by Johnny Cash, hence the title.

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Rafe knew he liked you the moment he saw you smile.

You and Sarah had become friends in Senior year of high school when you were paired up on a history project.

He hadn’t known that anyone was coming over when he heard the doorbell ring. You looked up from your phone and nodded at him when he opened the door.

“Hey, Rafe,” you greeted him.

With a puzzled look, Rafe retorted, “I don’t know you.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Well, that’s fine cause I’m not here to see you, silly,” you said with a smirk and suddenly he wished you were.

“Y/N!” Sarah exclaimed as she came down the stairs. At that moment, Rafe saw your face break into a true and genuine smile, and he knew he would give away all of his dad’s stupid money to be on the receiving end of it.

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From then on you were a permanent fixture at Tanneyhill.

One day, when he got home from golfing with Topper and Kelce, Rafe was hit by the sound of boisterous laughter from the living room. When he peeked in, he saw you, Sarah, and Wheezie piled on the large sofa, watching one of the Twilight movies, he wasn’t sure which one. All he heard was you shouting something about someone “imprinting on a baby??”

He stood in the doorway for a minute before you glanced up and saw him. He was startled when your smile brightened and even more startled when you called out to him.

“Rafe! Come join us! These movies are wild, you need watch with us.”

Sarah gave you an incredulous look accompanied by a short laugh. “There is no way my brother would wat-”

Before she could finish, Rafe was already sitting down between you and Wheezie, who was attempting to catch him up on the plot.

The rest of the night was filled with pausing to rant and explain, shouting, and laughing. When they finished the movie, they even decided it wasn’t too late to start back at the beginning to show Rafe the first film in the series. He was bewildered to say the least and a little peeved by your crush on Bella’s dad, but he was just happy to be included. This was the closest he had been to feeling like a family with his sisters in a long time.

It was 1am when the credits finally began to roll. Wheezie had long been asleep on Rafe’s shoulder. He had one arm around Wheezie and the other slung over the back of the couch so whenever you leaned back your head you were leaning on him.

Eventually Sarah slapped her knees and sat up. “Welp, Y/N and I need to go to bed. You got Wheezie?”

Rafe nodded before shifting his eyes to you. “G’night Y/N/N.”

You smiled back at him. “Night Rafe, don’t let the Edwards bite.”

Rafe chuckled, “I’ll do my best.”

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When you and Sarah got to her room, your head was spinning.

“Hey Sar,” you started, “would I be a complete idiot if I said your brother is cute?”

“Oh my god ew, really? Please no,” Sarah replied as she turned to you while slipping on a sleep shirt.

“Damn, okay then. I guess I’m an idiot then.”

“No, no, you’re not. It’s just that,” Sarah sighed, “tonight was a good night for him, but he’s not usually so nice. You’ve been to parties he’s been at, right?”

“Yeah, but you know me, I like to leave before shit kicks off.”

“Yeah, well, when shit kicks off is when he’s coked out of his mind, and he is violent and mean. I hate to say it, you know, cause he’s my brother, but I don’t think he’d be good for you, especially with your history.”

“Oh, fuck, really? I had no idea, I’ve never seen that side of him, I guess. But you’re right. I cannot go through that again. Thanks for looking out for me,” somber for a moment, you look down at your fidgeting hands. “It’s a shame he’s sexy as fuck,” you say to lighten the mood.

“Ah! GROSS!”

You and Sarah devolved into laughter while climbing into her bed.

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The next day, after you had left, Rafe was sitting at the dining table with Sarah. She was eating an apple while scrolling on her phone. As Rafe finished off his sandwich, he spoke up.

“Sarah, can I ask you something? But promise not to laugh.”

Sarah looked up mid-bite. “I will make no such promise but shoot.”

“Do you think Y/N would be interested in me?”

Sarah snorted but then saw the look in Rafe’s eyes. “Oh, wait you’re serious? Uhhh, no. She likes... good guys.”

Rafe put a hand on his chest in faux offence. “Are you saying I’m not a good guy?”

“You know what I mean.” Sarah took a breath, “addicts, she doesn’t like addicts.”

“Well, hey now, I know for a fact that I’ve seen her sharing a joint with JJ.” He leaned forward on the table as he grimaced at the memory.

“That’s not the same and you know it, Rafe. That shit won’t kill you,” Sarah said, growing agitated with her brother.

Rafe scoffed, “I’m not gonna die from anything I’m doing.”

“Do you seriously not remember what happened to her dad?” Rafe shook his head. “He OD’d when we were freshmen. How did you not hear about this? I think he was on life support for a couple days before they called it. Dad went to the funeral.”

Rafe’s mind was reeling. How did he not know about this? How could you have gone through this and still have such a bright smile? When his mom died, he lost control. It was a large part of why he is the way he is. His family had fallen apart, and his dad had done nothing except remarry to give them a “new mom.” He couldn’t believe he hadn’t known what you had gone through.

“Fuck,” Rafe breathed out

“Yeah,” Sarah agreed

But Rafe didn’t want to give up. He cared about you too much. He liked you and the person he got to be around you. There were no expectations for him to be more than he was. He was determined to have a chance with you.

“And if I quit? Do you think she’d be interested then?”

“What?” Sarah nearly choked on a bite of her apple as her head whipped back up from her phone.

“Like if I sobered up. If I cut off all the dangerous shit, do you think she could like me?”

“Um, Rafe, have you met you? There’s no way in hell that’s happening. You once took money from Wheezie to buy coke. You’re not gonna quit over some crush.”

But to Rafe it wasn’t just some crush. He wanted your light in his world for the rest of his life. He needed it.

“Come on Sarah, please, hypothetically,” he pleaded.

Sarah heaved a sigh, dragging out her words, “Hypothetically, then ... yes... I do think she’d be interested, but I find the whole thing highly implausible.”

But that was all Rafe needed to hear. He was gonna quit.

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At first Rafe tried to go cold turkey by himself, but all the parties and pressure of his friends mixed with having no support system at home proved to be too much. His withdrawal symptoms were too much. He was paranoid and anxious. He slept all the time and couldn’t focus on anything. Even Barry was worried about him.

He broke down one day and grabbed the last of his hidden stash. He was halfway through a line when he heard your laugh wafting through the house. It woke him up. He dragged his hands through his hair and tried to hold back his tears.

He needed help.

That night he took his bike and drove himself to rehab. Before he left, he stuck a note on Sarah’s door. From inside he could hear you giggling and he knew he was doing the right thing.

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After about a week, you knew something was wrong. You hadn’t seen Rafe around Tanneyhill or at any of the various parties you attended. It took you another week to finally ask Sarah what was going on. You didn’t want to admit how much you cared, but you couldn’t take it anymore.

You and Sarah were sprawled out on her bed listening to music and painting your nails.

“So,” you broke the silence, “is Rafe out of town or something?”

Sarah looked up at you from the corner of her eye before continuing to paint pink polish on her toes. “Yeah, something like that.... he’s in rehab...”

“Oh.” You sat stunned for a second, “really?”

Sarah smirked as she glanced at you, “apparently, there’s this cute girl he likes that doesn’t date cokeheads.”

Your eyes widened as you began to blush, “......Me?”

Sarah burst into laughter, “yes girl.”

You felt like you were gonna melt. You had watched your dad struggle with his addiction for years before it caught him and not once had he tried to quit. He didn’t try to quit for your mom, his parents, your brother, and least of all for you. He had OD’d a couple times without it being fatal and each time you sat next to his hospital bed, clutching his hand, and begged him to quit, begged him to keep your family together, begged him to care. He never listened.

But now, someone was trying to get clean just for the chance to be with you. You couldn’t wrap your head around it.

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Rafe had been in rehab for three weeks now. He was surprised by how much he liked the routine. The nurses were nice, and the food was actually good. He had even made a couple of friends. It was the most he had been taken care of since his mom had passed away.

Despite all that there was still a huge part of him that felt lonely.

He sat in the sterile white room he’d been given that wasn’t too unlike home. The emptiness matched that of Tanneyhill. In theory he could have someone bring some things from home to make the space more his own, but he couldn’t think of anything he wanted or anyone who’d bring it.

There was a knock at his door and a nurse peeked her head in, “There’s a call for you Mr. Cameron.”

He went to the common area that held all the phones expecting to hear Wheezie’s voice, she was the only one who had called him while he was here.

“Hello?” He spoke; his voice raspy from disuse.

It was quiet for a moment and then he heard your voice, “Hi, is this Rafe...?”

“Y/N?” He breathed out, gripping the phone closer to his ear.

“Yeah, hi Rafe,” he could almost hear your tentative smile, “how are you?”

“Better now,” he said, still in shock but not missing a chance to flirt with you.

You lightly giggled, letting some of your tension float away. You had been so nervous to call him but now that you heard his voice you couldn’t remember what you were so worried about.

“Sarah told me you were here.”

“And did she tell you why?”

You bit your lip, debating whether you should lie or not, “.... yeah.”

“Cool,” and he left it at that, “how are you doing?”

“I’m alright,” you replied, surprised but glad that he didn’t press the subject further. You knew you liked him, but you wanted to spend more time with him before you admitted it.

“They played the second Twilight movie here the other day,” Rafe spoke up.

“Did you watch it??”

“Well, I had to know what my guy Jacob was up to, obviously.”

You chuckled, “naturally. So, what’d you think?”

“I was still confused but one of the nurses gave me a pudding cup, so I was alright.”

Your heart almost melted at the mental image of Rafe sitting there eating a pudding cup and watching Twilight. "That's actually adorable,” you cooed, a blush taking over your cheeks.

You chatted for a little longer about what rehab was like and the drama happening back home before Rafe was told someone else needed the phone.

“Hey, it looks like Charlie needs the phone so I gotta go. But it was really nice talking to you. I think your voice calms me,” Rafe said with an awkward laugh.

“Maybe, if you’d like, I could call again tomorrow?”

“I would love that.”

Rafe was beaming for the rest of the night.

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After that your calls became a nightly occurrence, he got his after-dinner pudding treat and then went to talk to you. Knowing he got to hear your voice at the end of the day made his treatment somehow easier. Even the doctors noticed the change.

You actually visited him a couple times after he mentioned that only Sarah had visited him and that was partially because he asked her to pick up his bike so it wouldn’t get stolen from the parking lot. The visits were great, but they never felt like enough. You had to stay in a small room that was filled with other patients visiting with their loved ones and you only got an hour.

Before one of your visits, he told you how empty his room felt. So, the next day, you brought him a stuffed animal of yours to keep him company, a blue gorilla you told him was named Professor Bobo. It smelled like you and that was Rafe’s favorite part.

From your research about rehab that you did while trying to help your dad, you knew how important the support of friends and family is to recovery. You wanted to be there for him the way your father never let you be.

On one of your calls, Rafe got quiet for a second.

“Hey, so, I’m getting discharged on Wednesday and I need to give them the name of who’s going to pick me up... Sarah’s busy and my dad is, well, you know-”

“Rafe, I’ll pick you up,” you cut off his rambling.

“Are you sure? Because I could figure something else out, I bet Topper or Kelce would do it.”

“No, I want to pick you up, Rafe.” His heart always jumped when you said his name.

“Okay, thank you Y/N, I’ll tell the nurses.”

“Sounds good. Don’t forget Professor Bobo when you’re packing up your stuff.”

“I would literally never, he’s my best friend.”

You let out a bright laugh, “are we going to have to figure out joint custody for him?”

“Or we could just move in together,” Rafe said with a creeping smirk, “I’d hate for him to have to do separate holidays.”

“How thoughtful of you.”

“I’m really a good father like that.”

“I guess we’ll have to get a place together, for the kids,” your teasing smile starting to shift to a genuine one.

“Kids? Plural? Is there something you want to tell me?” Rafe said playing into the joke.

You burst into a fit of giggles. This was going to be good.

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You were barely able to sleep on Tuesday night because you knew you were going to see Rafe, out in the real world, just you and him.

He was already waiting in the lobby when you got there, despite you being five minutes early. He was sitting with his chin resting on the top of Professor Bobo’s head while staring out the window. When he saw you walking up, barely restrained excitement took over his features.

After finalizing everything with the nurses you were good to go.

Rafe grabbed your hand, and you walked out to the parking lot together.

When you got to your car you turned to each other. Rafe’s eyes were soft as he tilted his head, asking for permission.

You nodded and without a second thought he kissed you. It was gentle with the promise of more to come.

“Thank you,” he whispered as you pulled back.

“For what?”

“For giving me a reason to want to live.”

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A/N: Thanks for reading! If feel like the ending was a little rushed but I kinda ran out of steam lol. Feedback is appreciated!

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silentstyx · 2 days ago

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Helloo could you do a mortal reader x percy jackson. Where percy gets tartarus nightmares and reader comforts him and he begins to open up and tell her the truth about him . And reader just continues to support him and comforts him

Orrr instead of rachel leading the labyrinth. Percy asks his mortal girlfriend and she meets annabeth and I want to see that interaction since the reader is pretty affectionate with percy and vice versa

PROTECTIVE ANNIE OR PERCYYY

No pressure ofc!!

Have a lovely day/night/evening!!

uh im gonna do these both but in like two different ways idk how to explain. lemme cook, idk just read this please:

Divine Confessions

sum! "mortal reader x percy jackson. percy gets tartarus nightmares and reader comforts him and he begins to open up and tell her the truth about him. reader continues to support him and comforts him"

tw! erm idk nightmares, none rly

percy woke up with his chest heaving, his breaths unsteady as he tries to calm himself down. he tried to sit up, yet it was like he was pinned to the bed in the dark room. his loud, wheezy breaths woke up the girl sleeping peacefully next to him. she groaned and flipped to look at him, with a grumpy look because it's the middle of the night and she was awoken from her slumber.

she then saw the pure panic and fear on his face, making her features soften. her brows knitted as she moved a hair out of his face.

"percy its okay, im here, ive got you and no one can hurt you. i promise." you reassure him.

he couldnt even move his head to look at you. he hated this. he felt so weak and vulnerable. he tried to respond but he couldnt think of something.

"ok cmon breath with me, perce." you whisper to him, softly as not to scare him anymore. you press soft pecks to his temple before taking breaths to show him.

he copies your breathing, slightly calming down from the affection. his brain started to realize there is no real threat besides his own imagination. gods. his own imagination has betrayed him yet again.

he was finally able to look at you, the worry strung on your face.

" 'm okay love" he reaffirms. he looks up at you and sighs, "just a nightmare, promise."

You cup his face, thumbs rubbing comfortingly on his cheeks, "percy what was the dream about that was so bad that you had a panic attack about it?"

He sighs, how is he supposed to tell his girlfriend that has two normal human parents that his dad is a greek god. let alone poseidon himself. "okay pretty, i gotta tell you something. you're not gonna believe me but i need you to listen."

the seriousness in his tone catches you off guard, you face him more. your brows furrow more, "what is it? are you okay?"

"im a demigod, my dad is poseidon, my nightmare was about one of the quests i went on to tartarus where i thought my best friend, y'know the girl annabeth i talked about? yeah her moms athena, she almost died while we were in tartarus." he explains, too quickly to make sense in your brain. it was practically a word jumble.

you just looked at him with a dumbfound look on your face until you breathed in and nodded, "okay."

now it was his turn to be dumbfounded. what? okay? you're just accepting it?

"only okay? is that all you have to say?" he asks incredulously.

"right now im super tired and im only really hearing like a fourth of everything your saying, we can talk about this more in the morning, okay?" you explain, rubbing your left eye. once you finish talking you yawned.

he nods and lays all the way down, resting his head back on the pillow with a light sigh. he was facing the opposite way so you come up behind him closer, laying your left leg over his and gently rubbing his spine. up and down with your strokes. this repeated gentle motion eventually lulled you and him to sleep.

the other part: Bound by Fate

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #heroes of olympus #percy jackson x reader #reader x percy jackson #annabeth chase x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #HoO #HoO x reader

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