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asterias-record-shop · 2 years ago

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𓆩��𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, slight angst

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𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - a little more angsty than usual || you almost die again (you don't though!) || Finnick wants to kill Peeta a little || jabberjays are assholes || game master point of views || Finnick really does love you omg ||

You laid between Finnick’s legs on the beach, eyes closed as he slowly took your hair, braiding small sections. You used to practice on him when you were younger, it was your stress relief, but you slowly switched places when he cut his hair and you taught him how to braid for ropes.

You stared at the tsunami-like wave that traveled through one part of the arena, hand softly rubbing at his calf. You sat up when you heard yelling, three forms running out of the forest a couple yards away, Katniss standing up as Finnick grabbed his trident before you heard that voice that always went shrill when you heard them scream.

“Johanna?” You mumble, smiling when you see her signature ax. “Johanna!”

“Y/N!” She yells out, running towards you even though you refused to touch her. “We were deep in the jungle where I thought we’d be safe,” she says, scoffing. “Then the rain started. I thought it was water, it turned out to be blood.”

You look over at Beetee who scooped water over himself to wash it off. She continues telling Finnick whatever she was saying as Wiress says ‘tick tock’ over and over again. You pause, looking around at the arena. Twelve sections and a tree that gets hit by lightning twice a day. You look at her, gasping. “Wiress, you’re a genius!”

Even then, though, after Gloss and Cashmere got to the cornucopia, all hell broke loose. Gloss and Cashmere distracted Katniss and Johanna while you fought to keep the cornucopia yours. When the cornucopia started spinning, though, it was horrible.

You were on the edge, struggling to keep hold of the rocks as Finnick attempted to reach down for you. “Y/N! Y/N, grab my hand, please!”

What was the point? If you fell, you would take him along with you, even accidentally. “I can’t. Finnick, I can’t!”

He shook his head. “Yes! Yes you can, Y/N, grab my hand!”

You slowly let go of the rocks, screaming out as the island starts to go the other way and you’re thrown into the water. Finnick gasps, throwing his trident to the side. “Y/N! Y/N!” He’s about to jump in before Peeta pulls him back.

“Finnick, don’t!”

“Move! Peeta move, got dammit, move!” He yells, trying to shove him off.

“If you go in there, you’ll die!” Peeta attempted to reason, but Finnick didn’t care, not when you were in there. “Finnick!”

Finnick grabbed his wrists, grabbing his trident to press against Peeta’s throat. “Get your fucking hands off of me.”

Peeta squeezed his eyes shut, sighing as he stepped back before Finnick dived into the water. He was the strongest swimmer out of any of them, if anyone could get to you, it’d be him. He searched frantically, finally locating your body drifting away from the cornucopia before swimming over. He dragged you behind him, swimming back toward the island where the currents began to still. Climbing up, he forced your body onto the rocks.

“Peeta! Katniss! Johanna!” He yelled out their names, trying to get help as he got you onto the platform. He panted, quickly pushing your wet hair out of your face before pressing his ear to your chest. “No. No, Y/N! Y/N, wake up! Get up!”

He starts chest compressions, grunting as he forces all his weight onto you, one two, before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, breathing into your mouth as he groans. “No! No, You’re not fucking- no! You said you wouldn’t leave me, Y/N, get up!”

He continues compressions, groaning as you stay still, eyes closed and lips turning a slight blue. He hears footsteps, his hand quickly goes to his trident before Peeta comes running. “Finnick, I-”

“Shut up!” Finnick says, glaring at the other male. “You better shut the fuck up, Mellark. If she’s fucking dead, you better believe it’s you next and the rest of the bastards in this game!”

His hands continue compression, pausing to push air into your mouth as he holds your cheek, tears brimming his eyes. You can’t leave him, you promised. He promised, he promised he’d keep you safe and he failed. “Y/N, please,” he whispers, inhaling shakily as he pressed his forehead to yours. “Don’t leave me. Come on please.”

He was begging as he continued compressions, cursing loudly as he stared at your stilled body. “Wake up! Wake up, Y/N, please wake up! I swear to fucking god, wake up!”

When the cannon went off, he froze. His mouth drops, the tears he held back finally falling down his cheeks as he stared at you. “No.”

Peeta inhaled shakily. “Finnick-”

Finnick’s hands pressed into your chest as he stood, grabbing his trident as he glared at Peeta. “I’m going to kill you!”

It was when you started coughing did Finnick quickly turn around, watching as you gagged on water before turning to your side. He fell to his knees, quickly slapping his hand against your back as you gagged loudly, retching. “Oh darling, you’re okay. You’re okay, let it all out.”

He holds back your hair as you retch a few more times, hand rubbing up and down your back as you hold his thigh. You panted as he finally pulled you up, quickly examining your face as you stared at his blood shot eyes. “Finnick? What’s wrong?”

He laughs, stroking your cheek as he shakes his head. “Nothing, darling. Nothing, nothing my love,” he stroked your hair back as he kissed you, a loud shriek making him laugh as he pulled back. “What’s wrong?”

“Finnick, I almost threw up!”

“And? You didn’t,” he whispers, brushing his nose against yours. “I thought I lost you, darling.”

You inhaled shakily, shaking your head in response. “You’ll never lose me, Finnick.”

He pulled you in for another kiss, groaning as he pulled you into his lap. You gasped as his hand pulled your mouth, farther into his own as his tongue pushed into your mouth, his other hand rubbing down your back as you tugged his head back by his golden hair.

“G-Guys?” Peeta squeaked, but you didn’t care, neither of you cared enough.

Your hips rut into his as another cannon goes off, a loud moan falling from his lips before you pull away. Your lips were swollen as you kissed his ear, his hand pulling you closer to him.

He holds you close, stroking your head as he sobbed into your shoulder, your mouth pressing kisses into his hair as you look up at Peeta, mouthing ‘thank you’ to him. He inhaled, nodding as he stood and jogged away.

Your hands stroke his hair, kisses being pressed to every curl and whisp of his golden locks as he pulls you as close as he possibly could. “I thought I lost you,” he whispers, sniffling. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” He pressed a kiss to your stomach before you made him look up at you, smiling down at him.

“Finnick, I’m not going anywhere.”

He inhaled, leaning into your touch as you wiped his eyes. “I love you, Y/N Odair.”

You lean down, kissing his lips again. “I love you, Finnick Odair. From now until the end of time.”

He smiles, head resting on your chest. “And when we meet in our next lifetime.”

Finnick refused to leave you until you made him go into the forest with Katniss. You would be fine with Johanna and Peeta.

When they got in there, though, he heard you. He heard you screaming, from the opposite side of where he had just come from. It didn’t click at first, but you screamed, you screamed his name so loud and wailed, “Finnick! Finnick, help me! Finnick!”

Katniss shakes her head. “Finnick, no. Finnick, stop!”

“Y/N. Y/N! Y/N, where are you?!” He had just lost you, even for a mere few minutes, he was not going to lose you again. You screamed even louder, wailing.

“Finnick. Finnick! Finnick, help!”

“Y/N. Y/N!”

She goes around him, quickly getting his attention. “Finnick! Finnick, it’s not her! It’s not Y/N, it’s just a jabberjay.”

“How do you think they got that sound?” Finnick asked, eyes burning. “Jabberjays copy.”

A male voice makes Katniss breathe a name, but all Finnick was focused on was you. The birds flew down on them, your voice screaming his name over and over again. Finnick! Finnick help me, why won’t you help me?!

You, on the other hand, heard him. You heard him screaming your name, and you ran into the forest until you heard a new voice, one you could never forget. “Y/N, help me! Help me, they’re hurting me! Help, help me!”

No. No it wasn’t possible, he was dead. He was dead, right?

“Help me! Y/N, please, it hurts! It hurts!”

But maybe it was possible. This was the games after all. “Code? Code! Code, where are you?! Code, baby, where are you?!”

“Code… Code, where have I heard that name before?” Claudius whispers, looking through his papers like he might find something.

“Ah! Code was the alliance that our Princess of Panem had with a young boy from District 3,” Caesar explains as you run through the woods, screaming out for him. “He was murdered by the Career Tributes when she had gone fishing, and screamed out for her help. Afterwards, Y/N killed the eight Career Tributes when the dam exploded and drowned them after capturing them in a skillfully tied net.”

Claudius laughs. “Oh, what a smart girl our princess is!”

“While on her Victory Tour, she praised Code to his family and apologized that she couldn’t save him,” Caesar sniffled dramatically. “Our poor princess did try, for days in fact. She tried to heal him with different herbs and such that she found, but nothing worked,” he stared into the camera. “To Code’s family, I hope you see how much your son impacted our Princess,” he raised his hand to his heart. “And in turn, us.”

The screaming only got louder as you neared Finnick and Katniss, Peeta and Johanna behind you. You saw the birds, jabberjays. All hope that Code was alive dropped in an instant, but as you ran forward, you were blocked by the glass. Finnick and Katniss banged on the force field, their screams mute as you pressed your hands to Finnick’s through the clear area. “Finnick! Finnick, I’m here! I’m here, it’s okay!”

You watched him crumble to the ground, his eyes staring into yours as you banged on the glass. “Stop! Stop this, please!” You screamed out, sobbing as he covers his ears, screaming at all the cameras that focused in on both of you. “Stop this! Stop! What do you want from us, stop!” You wailed, hands slamming into the force field as you pressed your head against Finnick’s. You couldn’t hear him, but you saw his face, you saw how much he was in pain, pain you couldn’t do anything about. “Finnick. Finnick, please! Please, please look at me!”

His eyes squeezed shut as he screamed, trying to block out all the noise, the wailing and sounds of your screams and sobs begging for him to help you even though you were right in front of him. As much as it hurt him physically, it hurt him more mentally, your screaming and the thought of him being unable to help you making him shut down.

You sobbed against the force field until the hour was up, quickly crawling to Finnick’s body as he slowly rocked back and forth. “Finnick. Finnick? Finnick, darling, Finnick.”

He gasps as he looked up at you, red eyes with dark rings underneath making your stomach twist. “Hey, darling,” he fakes a grin as you try to reach for him, his hand quickly blocking you. “I’m okay. I’m okay.”

“Finnick, no, please don’t,” you whisper, eyes filling with tears. He had never rejected touch from you, even when you both fought, and this was a new kind of pain. “Don’t push me away. Please, please don’t push me away.”

“Y/N, I can’t, I can’t,” he whispers, clutching the sides of his head as he groans. “I can’t lose you, I can’t.”

You shook your head. “You won’t. You won’t, Finnick, I’m right here.”

Your hands finally cup his face as Johanna starts to scream at the sky just like you did. “You know, you can’t put everybody in here!” She screams, her ax bouncing along with her body movements as Katniss stares up at her. “What? They can’t hurt me,” she says, clutching her ax. “There’s no one left that I love.”

You exhaled shakily as you pulled Finnick into your neck, stroking his hair. If you could, you would be screaming just like Johanna. The only problem was that you did have people you loved, and even if it was few, they were still people you loved and cared for. Never would you put them in harm's way to scream out words that would do nothing.

Finnick exhaled against your skin, pulling you close as you stroked his hair, kissing at his head. “Don’t go, Y/N. Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Finnick. Never.”

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thesweetnessofspring · 2 years ago

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i have a few Everlark Post-MJ head canons that I’d like to share!

Katniss and Peeta get to finally act like the normal kids/teenagers they never got to be? Small things like playing out in the rain, reading a bunch of books that were once banned by the Capitol, dancing to music in their living room, and getting into mundane hobbies not part of their typical persona (like I can see Katniss taking up some knitting or crocheting? maybe Peeta could take a hand at carpentry, building small things like birdhouses and chairs)

Once they’re more stable physically and mentally, they add work-out regimes in their daily routines. Peeta, being an athlete in canon, starts to lift weights again and maybe take a few runs around the district once in awhile? He comes back to 12 probably still a lot skinner compared to when he was training for the quell? But he gets all the muscle back in no time, much to Katniss’ appraisal 😉 speaking of Katniss, she’s naturally active in the woods with climbing trees and all that but I do believe she too takes a few runs once im awhile, sometimes with Peeta ☺️

Okay this one is my fave but they love to mess with Haymitch because now that their lives aren’t at risk, him getting pissed at them is just plain hilarious. I can imagine Peeta pulling small pranks on him (as a normal teenage boy does) like doodling on the sides of the newspaper before Haymitch gets to read it at breakfast. When he gets Katniss roped into the pranks tho, they truly become a menace. Drawing on Haymitch’s face while he naps and him not noticing till he strolls into town and someone points it out, they super glue his coffee mug to the table, purposely showing a lot of PDA while he eats because they know it disgusts him, filling his flask with odd (but consumable) liquids 🥲 though, Haymitch also gets his revenge sometimes like by timing the exact moment he knows they’re about to ~get busy~ so he walks in and casually makes conversation while they stare at him in irritation, or stealing Peeta’s freshly baked loaves from the counter when he leaves the kitchen for a bit 😭 also, making a lot of dirty jokes and innuendos to Katniss once he noticed she and Peeta are becoming a lot closer because he knows it pisses her off

Omg I’m so sorry for the long post but I have so many HCs for them! I hope you don’t mind me sending them once in awhile since idk where to really put them lmao

❤️, headcanon-anony

headcanon-anony, I'm honored you would think to send these to me! I love all of these! Especially about how Katniss, Peeta, and Haymitch find little ways to tease and prank each other. Such a found family thing to do and a light way to cope with their trauma through laughter. And Katniss and Peeta taking time to be kids again?! Love it! I think later when they have kids, getting to experience the joys of childhood through them is also very healing and meaningful for them.

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nickeverdeen · 6 months ago

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Can I ask what's your favorite and least favorite canon and non-canon ship for every fandom? I'd like to get to know you better! (Obvi you can choose two or more if you can't decide)

Omg, hi cariño, I gotta say that in some fandoms I don’t really have favourite ships so I’m sorryyyy and I’m sorry for answering the next day, but it was a lot to put together.

To everyone please be respectful

Least favourite ship = Orange / Favourite ship = Green

Overwatch

Okay, I’ve never really looked through ships for this fandom, but I do have a little thing going over here

Cannon = Cassidy x Mercy - McMercy / Lena x Emily - Lenily

Non-canon = Genji x Lena - Grencer / Genji x Mercy - Gency

Why = I’m not sure, but going to McMercy I never really liked their dynamic or how they worked it kidna felt a bit too preassured. With Lenily - they’ve been my no. 1 forever since I found out about them - they’re absolutely precious. I don’t think I have to explain Grencer. Gency is just for me really comforting and it’s a nice kind of ship.

But also! I remember when I was younger and watched the animated Overwatch movie there was a scene between Lena and Widowmaker and… I still kidna see it there for some reason 😭

The Maze Runner

There are literally just two canon ships to this so that was a bit of a trouble

Cannon = Brenda x Thomas - Trenda / Thomas x Teresa - Thomesa

Non-canon = Alby x Chuck - Chalby / Sonya x Harriet - Sonyarriet

Why = Honestly I think literally no one agrees with my first point, but when you take Trenda - Brenda would be good with Thomas, but it was in the wrong time as it felt like he kidna used the image of them dating to start to get over Teresa. Thomesa wasn’t healthy a lot later in more movies, but looking at the time before she betrayed them and all it seemed pretty healthy to me, plus I liked the redemption arc between them. Chalby… I’m not sure if I should even explain this, but sure firstly Chuck is 12 years old while Alby is 18 years old and I just see Chuck looking at Alby as an older brother or prehaps a mentor, but definetly not a lover. Sonyarriet was my top 1 and I refused to believe after joining the fandom that they ain’t dating and I still strongly think that if they weren’t dating in the past one of them had a crush on the other.

By the way, when I was younger and first saw the movies and read the books I was loving Avason (Ava x Jason) ship… for some reason as rn I can’t remember any chemistry between them, but I think it’d still be pretty cool if they’d have the like “I like you, but fuck you” or “I like you, but I can’t have you” arc

The Hunger Games

Canon = Katniss x Gale - Everthrone / Finnick x Annie - Odesta

Non-canon = Katniss x Cinna - Cinniss + Katniss x Rue - Rueniss / Katniss x Cressida - Kessida

Why = Now, Everthrone wasn’t fully a canon, but a temporary one yet it still counts - now it’s not ‘cause Peeta is a better ship with her, I don’t like this ship ‘cause very obviously right after the first movie/book Gale was preassuring Katniss about their relationship and from my perspective he didn’t even really care for her mental health after the games a lot. Odesta is in my opinion pure and amazing ship and I’m really glad that they’re canon. Cinniss is just painful for me to even look at - like c’mon that’s just terrible. Rueniss? Fuck off, she’s a child and it’s literally mentioned that she reminds Katniss of Prim (which is her sister) and like… no just no. Now, I can’t really explain Kessida at all, but I just see it there as a nice possibility.

Harry Potter

Canon = Hermione Granger x Ron Weasley - Romione / Harry Potter x Ginny Weasley - Hinny + Scorpius x Albus - Scorbus (idk if it’s canon)

Non-canon = Viktor Krum x Hermione Granger - Krumione + Albus Severus Potter x Delphini Riddle - Alphini + Harry Potter x Hermione - Harmony / Harry Potter x Hermione - Harmony + Draco x Harry - Drarry + Hermione x Fleur - Fleurmione (hear me out-) + Hermione x Ginny - Herminny + Scorpius x Albus - Scorbus

Why = With Romione I pretty much always disagreed with anyone and it may sound mean, but I just simply don’t think that Ron is good enough for Hermione, sue me. Hinny is a pretty interesting ship and in the books it’s a lovely and lively one, but in the movies it’s a bit dead so we’re not gonna take the movies part for this ship. Like I said idk if Scorbus is canon or not, but they had tons of chemistry throughout the book that it can’t be ignored. Krumione was just an offence for me to even think about them being together. Listen, I get why you ship Alphini, but like… no, that’s a no for me - it was rushed, toxic and appeared a bit out of nowhere. I decided to put Harmony into both liked and not as I can see them being together just fine, but thes give off siblings kind of vibe. Drarry is a treasure itself. Now hang on, Fleurmione isn’t that bad of an idea - like a little enemies to lovers. Herminny was my thing since I joined the fandom so no one can take that from me (2 years age gap isn’t that bad).

Arcane

Considering there are only 2 canons I can’t really choose

Canon = Caitlyn x Vi - CaitVi

Non-canon = Jinx x Ekko - idk the name / Jayce x Viktor - JayVik

Why = CaitVi is pretty obvious I think. Idk why people ship Jinx and Ekko so much? Like sure, it’d look fine (ig?), but like there was zero trace of anything happening and it’d be toxic af. JayVik is a canon in my head, tbh.

Divergent

Canon = Tobias x Christina - Tobina / Will x Christina - Chrill

Non-canon = Jeanie x Tris - idk the name / Christina x Tris - Tristina

Why = Tobina felt a tiny bit forced if you ask me and it just wasn’t working out. Chrill deserved more time together and even though Will’s death was important for the plot I feel like they deserved much more time of this pure couple together. Jeanie x Tris is actually a big ship and I just… help I don’t think I have to explain my dislikes for this. This may come off as boring, but I genuinely think that Tristina isn’t a bad idea and it’d actually be pretty interesting.

The 100

Canon = Clarke x Wells (former relationship) - Wellarke + Wells x Sasha - Wellsha / Clarke x Lexa - Clexa + Octavia x Anna - Octanna

Non-canon = Bellamy x Wells - Wellamy / Clarke x Sasha - Clasha + Clarke x Octavia - Clarktavia + Raven x Clarke - Princess Mechanic

Why = Wellarke is obviously beyond repair, but I just wanted to point it out again. About Wellsha I’m gonna be probably a bit mean, but I’m not sorry when I say that Wells wasn’t good enough for Sasha. Clexa was a bit complicated for me to make an opinion about at first, but later when they’re fully together I really like the dynamic and change of behaivors. Octanna will always have my heart and I’m not giving up on my girls ever - it was so pure. Wellamy… don’t even get me started how absurt it feels like for me. Clasha would work gorgerously - especially with Clarke persistent on keeping Sasha safe while the whole camp was against her and chained her up. Clarktavia is something I find hard to defend, but I just see it there (more in the books). Princess Mechanic ship name is actually a canon btw, but I find the arc between them pretty cool and same like Clarktavia it’s hard for me to defend them.

Detroit Become Human

I’m gonna get a beating for this-

Canon = Luther x Kara - Luthara (semi-canon) / Markus x North - Norkus

Non-canon = Chloe x Connor - Chlonnor / Connor x Kara - Connara + Connor x North - Connorth + Simon x Markus - Sikus

Why = Luthara felt a bit forced and I’d prefer Kara being alone. Norkus was at first a bit weird for me, but later you see it ain’t that bad. Chlonnor was out of nowhere and I personally didn’t see it there that much. Connara was also out of nowhere, but I could see it. Connorth was my starter ship when I first started in this fandom and I’ll still stand with it. Sikus is just pure and deserved to be a possible canon.

The Legend of Korra

Canon = Mako x Korra - Makorra (former) + Korra x Bolin - Borra (former) / Korra x Asami - Korrasami + Kai x Jinora - Kainora

Non-canon = Bolin x Varrick - Borrick + Lin x Korra - Korralin / Korra x Kuvira - Korriva

Why = Kainora was in my opinion the pure child’s love that was perfect. Makorra was toxic and I hope we all saw that - especially with Korra still figuring out her behaivors in season 1. Borra would be perfect, but it was wrong time as it felt like Korra used Bolin. Korrasami was the fix to Korra’s previous relationship as she needed someone who’d be able to have the patience, dominance and understandinh with her I think. Borrick was… a very big of a no for me. Korralin was also a big no and I always thought of their relationship as a mother & daughter. Korriva… I can’t defend myself here, but I’d just like to see it (even if they’d break up) especially when Korra had to decide between Kuvira and Lin’s sister’s side (I forgot her name).

Avatart The Last Airbender

Honestly, I don’t really have preference for this fandom

The Arrow

Same as with the one above - I don’t have preference here

The Umbrella Academy

Canon = Diego x Lila - Delila + Five x Dolores - Filores / Viktor x Sissy - Vissy

Non-canon = None

Why = Delila was not working and I think that no matter how much they’d try they’d always end up apart - it felt forced and toxic. Do I have to explakn Filores? Vissy was so beautifully portraited and they matched each other so well, but they were in the wrong timeline for their relationship.

The Sparrow Academy

It’s part of The Umbrella Academy

The Last of Us 1 + 2

I can’t say as the only canon ship we see enough of is Dina x Ellie

Horizon (both games)

Canon = Aloy x Avad - Alad (semi-canon) / Aloy x Seyka - Alyka (depends on player’s choices, but it’s a semi-canon) + Aloy x Petra - Altra (semi-canon)

Non-canon = Erend x Aloy - Erloy / Talanah x Aloy - Taloy

Why = I think in general that Aloy isn’t ready for a relationship, but if we’re working with what we have: Alvad would in my opinion clash around a lot - especially in the first game when Aloy clashes a bit with authorities themselves. Alyka was probably the best choice from the canons as I think that Seyka is the type that wouldn’t preassure Aloy into anything, but also would know when and how (after some time) to pull a bit of a restrains in a healthy way as Aloy sometimes needs it. Altra was confirmed as an unrequited love and I think Petra was a bit too forward (especially in game one) for Aloy’s figuring. I can’t really say why I don’t like Erloy as they’d be good together, but I just don’t see it there like that. Taloy is a bit debatable, but overall to make it short she would probably be an ideal girlfriend for Aloy - more than Seyka maybe.

Spider-Man Across The Spiderverse

No preference

Nimona

Not enough ships

The Outer Banks

Canon = Pope x Cleo - Poleo / JJ x Kiara - Jiara

Non-canon = JJ x Sarah - Jrah / Kiara x Sarah - Kirah

Why = Even though Poleo is the healthies ship in the OBX it kidna feels like it popped up just for Pope to not be single? Jiara was my number one when I started watching it - they match each other really well and I’m here for it. Jrah… no. Kirah is actually in my opinion something that could happen before Kiara joined the pouges.

Five Nights at Freddy’s + Afton Family + The Old Guard

Not enough ships

Willow

Canon = Elora x Airk - Elirk / Kit x Jade - Kide

Non-canon = Elora x Kit - Elit / Graydon x Elora - Graylora

Why = Elirk were at the start really good together, but I think that Elora started feeling for Graydon throughout the show later on. Kide was I think a bit toxic, but with time prehaps they both (Kit mainly) will learn how to work better. Elit I would ship if Elora wouldn’t literally be related to Kit. Graylora is pretty healthy and would work well together.

Percy Jackson

Canon = Leo x Calypso - Leolypso / Percy x Anabeth - Percybeth + Nico x Will - Nill

Non-canon = Annabeth x Grover - Annaver / Clarisse x Silena - Clarena

Why = Leolypso was a bit toxic at the start and Calypso felt abusive, but it got better. Percybeth balances each other gorgerously and I love their dynamic. Nill is my favourite honestly and it feels like they were meant for each other. Annaver would never work out and I think Annabeth would be too much for Grover and Grover not enough for Annabeth and I don’t mean it like by qualities I mean it like Annabeth needs someone like Percy and Grover someone calmer. Clarena would maybe clash a bit at first, but I think they’d eventually balance each other out beautifully and it’d suit them together.

Star Wars

Oh boy… I would rather not answer as I might get in trouble for that

MCU

Canon = Bruce x Natasha - Brutasha / Tony x Pepper - Topper

Non-canon = Yelena x Kate - Kalena / Kate x Cassie - Kassie

Why = Brutasha is a bit weird in my opinion and as much as I hate to say it I think it’d suit Natasha better as a single person or that she needs someone more assertive and confident than Bruce. Topper was a bit uncomfortable ship for me at the start, but man now they go together so well. Kalena is a big no for me for obvious reason that I think we all know and I’m not sure why we still argue about it. Kassie wouldn’t be that bad - sure they never met, but I think their common randomness (Kate’s winning ofc) would actually be perfect and they would get along so well and before anyone comes to me with them not being close in age let me tell you that 4 years age gap isn’t bad.

Fourth Wing + Iron Flame

Canon = Violet x Xaden - Viden / Sawyer x Jesinia - Jesyer + Rhiannon x Tara - Tannon

Non-canon = Liam x Violet - Viam / Sawyer x Ridoc - Riyer

Why = Viden felt a bit more toxic while reading the second book and I personally hated the whole “you gotta ask me that specific question for me to tell you anything” thing - it was so unhealthy. Jesyer was so pure and I honestly hope we get to see more of them. Tannon doesn’t get enough attention and they work so well together. Viam is in my opinion a bullshit and they’re more like siblings. Before Jesyer happened I was actually hoping for Riyer to happen so bad and I’d give anything to get a book with how it’d look like.

Top Gun + The Devil All The Time

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The Ballad of Snakes and Songbirds

Not enough canon ships to work with

Call of Duty + The Medium + The Powerful Elites

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Bottoms

Canon = Isabel x Jeff - Jebel / Isabel x Josie - Jobel

Non-canon = PJ x Hazel - Pzel / Hazel x Stella - Stezel

Why = Jebel is itself obvious truly toxic and it hurt me seeing them get back together - like you gotta be blind to not see how it’s wrong. Jobel was created in a terrible way (the lying and all), but eventually I think they’ll work it out more properly with just enough time. Pzel is actually both semi-canon and non-canon so I didn’t know where to put it, but it was forced and Hazel was so confused by the kiss and PJ just isn’t ready for a relationship and just wants hook-ups obviously. Stezel was never really shown, but c’mon “family friend” with the way she talks anout Stella?

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weezey-1 · 1 year ago

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I started watching The Hunger Games and OMG DO I LOVE IT!!! I was never interested in The Hunger Games before, it always seemed like something I wouldn’t watch but since the new movie came out and it being all over my fyp, I really wanted to watch it but I wanted to watch the series first, I’m glad I did. I’m half way through The Mockingjay Part 2 (SO DONT SPOIL) and I wanna cry, I have so many thoughts going on but it all comes back to how much I hate Snow. In his old age he’s really that upset that a teen girl not dying and speaking up on his lies and diversions. I could right a ten page essay on how much I hate Snow if I really wanted to. Can I also say I lowkey really hate Gale, I don’t understand how anyone could be team Gale, now because I haven’t finished the movie yet I don’t know how all the stuff between Gale and Peeta plays out but I hope Peeta one gets better and remembers everything and gets back to as much of his old self as he can and two win. He loves Katniss so much and I won’t be able to watch if she picks Gale over him. I also just don’t like how jealous he gets over Peeta, like he obviously knows he’s losing to him so might as well give up dude. But I also have to say how I hate that Katniss always kisses Gale even though she knows deep down she doesn’t love him and loves Peeta, it annoys me how she always goes to kiss him when he says something sentimental, the way I see her not accepting her love for Peeta and always going to Gale is that she doesn’t want the Capitol to win something. The whole thing between her and Peeta wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for the Capitol and I just see it as if she picks Gale the Capitol doesn’t have that one thing over her but really she does love Peeta and she knows it. This is a long post and I could totally write more because I just have so many things to say but I want to sleep.

#the hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #katniss and peeta #the capitol #coriolanus snow

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everlarkedalways · 2 years ago

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i have a few Everlark Post-MJ head canons that I’d like to share!

Omg I’m so sorry for the long post but I have so many HCs for them! I hope you don’t mind me sending them once in awhile since idk where to really put them lmao

❤️, headcanon-anony

Awww!!!! Thank you so much for sending these. 💗 I love these and I think they would absolutely mess with Haymitch!

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allamericanb-tch · 1 year ago

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crimson rivers thoughts (4)

@tastetherainbow290 more thoughts!!

chapter 8

come on remus and sirius just kiss already

sirius following james out he’s such a good friend

oh poor regulus ☹️ he needs a hug

switched to an audiobook bc i’m multitasking

i love remus and regulus friendship

regulus calling out sirius and remus 😭😭

“take care of him. it’s always so hard to say, because it's never him that sirius needs, but that doesn't stop him from wanting sirius to be alright.” ❤️‍🩹

why is this so sad

sirius and regulus remind me so much of me and my sister and idk how to feel about it

switched back to reading bc i like it better than audiobooks

james ☹️

im so glad reg and james both make it (so katniss and peeta of them)

i keep saying they’re so katniss and peeta but like.. that’s the point. that’s literally the entire thing.

i love sirius and regulus.

that was sad. omg.

wolfstar?!

i want them to kiss but now is not the time

i feel so bad for all of them like i just want them to be happy and silly

eeeeeee

wolfstar happenings

ahhhhhh

always the hair

why do i feel like something bad is going to happen

“are you ordering me to exhaust you in other ways” REMUS you rapscallion

“you make me feel things” really sirius? i hadn’t noticed.

i love them

james pov!!

oh no he fell asleep with contacts that’s horrible

omg he’s talking to regulus

not regulus having a crush on james when they were younger too

if only the games didn’t happen ☹️

tragic romance

omg they’re holding hands

kiss kiss kiss

them getting in bed together

come on regulus you love him

“don’t get any ideas” it’s JAMES you’re talking about regulus. he is so full of ideas.

i wish they weren’t going into the arena tomorrow ☹️

chapter 9

almost arena time…. i’m scared.

notes say spice warning for this chapter jegulus happenings?! or wolfstar. probably w wolftar.

oh no not angst. agh.

good thing remus did not fall asleep in sirius’ bed but i am happy he came back

“i want a lot of things” ok remu

lots of less than heterosexual touching happening here

“you’re achingly beautiful” sirius omg.

KISS ALREADY

me waiting for someone to tell me my eyes are brown like a sequoia tree and amber when the sun hits the light

sirius is such a romantic i love him

“he’s also never been happier” oh sirius

jegulus!!! my loves.

i love them

james 💀

“believe it or not one of my fantasies started just like this” REGULUS

regulus and barty?! okay love

regulus asking james if he’s jealous and james is just like “yes”

ahhh they’re so cute

oh me oh my

that’s a lot of hanky panky

“consider it a parting gift” regulus you DIDNT 💀

“it's not a fantasy of james that gets him there, like it once would have been. this time, it's a memory.” SCREAMING

everyones just getting off in this chapter huh

“regulus is a conundrum” i couldn’t have said it better myself james

this is saddddd

is james going to tell sirius or…

poor sirius thinking he’s going to lose his best friend and his brother

ahhh im gonna cry

i love that everyone collectively agrees that james is the sun

“the sun always comes back up, and so will you” ❤️‍🩹

fabian nooooo

not gideon too 😭

this chapter was an emotional roller coaster

#crimson rivers

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fyreflys · 2 years ago

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What's your opinons about Effie Trinket characterization :

In the books :

In the movies :

Do you think Effie was oblivious about her privilege?

Do you like Elizabeth Banks portrayal of Effie?

Thank you :)

@curiousnonny

OMG okay hello first of all I LOVE Effie Trinket. Like at first I sort of hated her, kind of like you hate all the Capitol people, but that woman grows on you & I LOVE her. I don’t talk about her enough but I LOVE Effie.

I haven’t read all the books (I read Catching Fire at the end of 8th grade bc my friend gave it to me to read & I keep meaning too read the others & then get distracted & forget that’s something I keep meaning to do- I blame the ADHD) so I don’t know exactly how she is portrayed in the books, but from my intense obsession with sleuthing on the Wiki near-constantly I’d have to say I think the movie version was probably near spot on (again I could be wrong).

So instead I’ll just tell you what I think of Effie in general. I think she’s a very fascinating character. She’s the first time we get introduced to the Capital culture, & her behavior is a stark contrast to everything we already know when it comes to Katniss and district 12. It makes you wonder “who is this woman???” & you’re startled by her seemingly being excited about children dying. She helps ease Peeta and Katniss, and thus the reader, into the Capitol lifestyle and prepares them as much as she can for everything they’re about to experience outside of the arena (which, I mean, is her job, but still). But for a moment, Effie seems exceptional in the way she’s presented, and then we arrive at the Capitol and Effie pales in comparison. And we soon find that there is a distinction there, between Effie and the rest of the Capitol. It’s subtle at first, but as they near closer to the games, and then they win, and they are brought back again, we quickly see just how different Effie is from most of the Capitol people. She tries hard to blend in & seem oblivious, but the truth is Effie is overwhelmingly aware of the cruelty of the games. I completley believe that Effie is far smarter than she often lets on; every year she’s forced to go to district 12 to pick which unlucky children are going to die that year (which like, can we take a moment to imagine how awful that would be??? To be the one to pull that child’s name? And then watch them die every year?), and every year she sees the poor conditions the rest of the country lives in. The societal standards of the Capital push herself to present a cheery front, and I do think she is rather optimistic person by nature, and I believe there is a lot of brainwashing going on, as well as a sense of personal preservation, & as a result Effie puts on this mask and is able to convince herself that it’s all fine. But as she grows closer to Katniss and Peeta, we start to see that mask crack. What appears to be fake formalities is actually Effie’s real feelings, & there’s absolutely no doubt that she’s aware of how privileged she is. I don’t think this is something she completely realizes right away, and she may try to stay ignorant of it, but with how the story progresses and her attachment to her victors, she has to be aware.

But regardless of that- I just love her unwavering support. She’s brash in some ways, as she pretends to be oblivious (& I think in some aspects she really is completely unaware) but she does really care. I know we don’t get to see much about the other escorts, so this might be a normal attachment and attention given by escorts with their tributes, but Effie genuinely seems to care, and Katniss comes to care for her as well, which I think is a testament to Effie’s true character in of itself. (Katniss doesn’t trust and love easily, but when she does she does it fiercely). I think she is a perfect representation of how patriotism can sometimes blindside people, but how at the root of everything, we are all still human.

As for Elizabeth Banks’ portrayal, I think she does an absolutely fantastic job. Granted I don’t have the books to completely compare her too, but I think her performance is amazing, and ultimately she is the Effie Trinket I fell in love with. She did a great job at presenting both sides of her character, and I feel like I was able to empathize with her and really come to appreciate the position Effie has be placed in, and how stoic she actually is all things considered.

Thank YOU for the question- I haven’t gotten a chance to rave about how much I love Effie Trinket and this was such a fun way to talk about and explore her character!

#effie trinket #the hunger games #characterization

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starsoverbrooklyn · 27 days ago

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Very informal, obnoxious, and messy annotations below... (all love, promise) 💚

“It’ll be fine by morning–” he starts to argue with you, but you’re already walking away from him, exiting the room to retrieve a first-aid kit kept in one of the shared bathrooms just down the hallway. Though you can’t currently see him, you have no doubt that he is shaking his head and rolling his eyes at you.

I love that this feels so him. I’m a full supporter of the theory that Bucky and Steve both lack the sense for self-care and burdening with what can heal—regardless of it being broken. Ah! & then your sprinkle of his personality? 5-star Michelin.

“What were you reading before I so rudely interrupted you?” The corner of his mouth tugs upwards in a smirk as he inspects the cover of the book.

🫵Witch!! I shouldn’t be able to PICTURE this rn—insane work.

Natasha, Sharon, and Wanda wave at you from where they lounge next to the bonfire, Steve and Sam are engaged in an intense game of beer pong (which Sam seems to be doing impressively well at, considering one arm is still in a cast and sling), Clint and Bruce are playing cornhole - everyone is here, though you don’t see the one person you came for.

This is the content I live for—everyone on this earth and living their best lives. I love the rest of this scene so much—ugh. And the wrapping paper?! Cait. I’m dramatic but I’m sending you my hospital bill bc i feel the love for this piece building & i’m going to have to go through another heartbreak of finishing it again.

“Thank you,” he says with a soft, earnest smile. “This is incredibly thoughtful of you. I'm going to start reading them–”

Omg, he’s whipped. and i love it.

“Ivanov just arrived,” Bucky's voice murmurs next to your ear as he walks up behind you, snapping you out of your self-doubt induced trance. His left hand, disguised using nano-tech to look like a human, flesh hand, comes to rest against the small of your back and his right hand extends the drink that he retrieved for you from the bar.

This gives congressman Bucky & I’m losing my mind. Him knowing the drink is such an attractive detail, ugh.

“Dance with me,” Bucky interrupts, his eyes locked on something on the opposite side of the room.

My breath trembled a bit like he actually cut me off. You’re compiling so many rich tropes into one piece and mixing it with your ability to just create an immersive reading experience… It’s giving am I reading or watching a movie?

“Hey, hey,” he soothes, beginning to massage his thumb over the skin of your hand in languid, circular motions.

Time for me to indulge a little on my top love language. You did this push and pull with her anxiety and his soothing so naturally. People often mistake WOA as someone who needs to be constantly assured, and though there are people who do—the truth and assurance in his words, with a note of him highlighting her past things worth praising? I seriously love how beautifully you’ve touched on all of these love languages.

And then the fucking—

“And remember, we're madly in love, so it's alright to kiss me anytime you feel like it.”

I get this is a huge talking point with this piece, but it was such a subtle affirmation that he cares about what she shares with him—and gosh, I wish I could rave day & night about how amazing you did with this.

“I fully anticipate him trying,” he answers as he puts the car in reverse and peels out of the nearly vacant parking lot. “But I promised you a potentially gut-rotting meal, and I'm going to keep that promise.”

I’m a skeptic of shifting, but if I wasn’t, this would go on my script. This gives ‘I’d stop the world and melt with you’, which is the epitome of quality time. Beautiful.

“I'm just saying, Katniss is kind of oblivious,” Bucky shrugs with a mouthful of fried cheese. “It's obvious that Peeta was never just pretending to be in love with her.”

This parallel is paralleling. (Don’t hate me, I’ve never read the books, but this is the reason I’m going to).

“Why were you trying to play pool at ten years old?” he chuckles, gathering up all of the balls and placing them inside the triangular rack in the center of the table.

Ugh, adorable. Give him to me, Cait. Just let me copy him from your brain and paste him irl. And the touch about the cootie-phobic crush just puts the icing over the cavity just before things take a turn……

But you don't miss the way his expression darkens ever so slightly and his eyes sweep up your figure before moving to stand behind you, propping his own cue stick up against the table.

CAIT, LADIES AND GENTS. Made Bucky flip like the switch he so desperately is.

“With how fast your heart is beating right now, I don't think I would have to do something as cheesy as that to make a move.”

I… have to read the rest of this portion in solitude… I shall return.

As soon as his mouth makes contact with your center, you’re lacing your fingers through his short, soft locks and tugging on them.

Screaming!!

You bring your other hand to remove the ring from your finger, planning to tuck it into a cup holder for safekeeping while you use your hands on him. “Leave it on,” he breaks the thick silence when he realizes what you're doing. “Want you to keep wearing it.”

CRYING!!! THROWING UP!!!!!!!!!!!! UNFORGIVABLE.

He snorts, breaking into laughter beneath you. “A second date, then,” he concedes. “I would love to take you on a second date.”

*SLAMS CREDIT CARD ON TABLE A BILLION TIMES* ADD TO CART. ADD TO CART. ADD TO CART. BUY. BUY IMMEDIATELY. BUY POSTHASTE. FULL-fucking circle, baby. This is what we were WAITING FOR!!!!!!

Cait��I do not expect you to read all of this. Just know that I had so much fun reading it this time around (as I’d previously wished I could read it for the first time again)—and it felt just like the first. I’m reading as part of self-improvement for my imagination, and I hope you know this will always be in my top favorites of things I’ve read that made me feel. Thank you for writing it, and sharing on this platform. May your pillows and covers always be just the right temperature for the season. I’ll definitely be back for more 💚 -rrinnie

love language

bucky barnes x reader

word count: 6.6k

snapshots of your relationship with bucky told through the five love languages.

“remember, we're madly in love, so it's alright to kiss me anytime you feel like it.”

warnings/tags: smut, oral, unprotected sex, mentions of blood, wound care, brief uses of alcohol, anxiety and self-doubt, language, reader is afab, avenger!reader, fluffier than what i typically write, undercover mission, friends to lovers!!! 18+ only

Acts of Service

“Exciting Friday night?” Your head snaps up at the masculine voice. You nearly slosh hot tea on both yourself and the pages of the book that lay open in your lap. You're surprised to see him - as far as you were aware, Bucky and Sam were in Munich. You didn't think they were supposed to be back in the country for another two days.

“Something like that,” you answer, regaining your composure as you bring the mug to your lips. “What are you doing back so early? Did recon go okay?”

Bucky lets out a long sigh as he plops down into the recliner, adjacent to where you're curled up on the sofa in the compound’s communal living room. His eyelids look heavier than normal, with dark circles underneath that aren't typically present. You place your cup of tea on the end table next to you and close the book before angling your body towards him, giving him your undivided attention.

“It was a shit-show,” he answers bluntly, voice laced with defeat. “HYDRA had the drop on us from the minute we entered Germany. What was supposed to be us just gathering intel turned into an ambush. One minute, it was just the two of us in an old warehouse, and then the next..” he trails off, eyes locked on one of the buttons of his tactical pants that he’s fidgeting with. “We’re lucky to have made it out. Sam was taken to med-bay as soon as we got back. Broken arm and collarbone, dislocated shoulder, possibly a few fractured ribs..” he lists off the injuries.

“Jesus,” you cringe, a death grip on the book in your hands as you listen to him summarize the mission. “Looks like you came out pretty unscathed in comparison.” You glance him over from head to toe, relieved to see no visible wounds or bruises.

“Yeah, well,” he starts, sitting forward and pulling the collar of his black t-shirt over to expose his right shoulder. Your eyes bulge when you see the obvious knife wound that the fabric had been concealing. “Not completely unscathed.”

“Holy shit, Bucky, why didn’t you go get this stitched up?” You stand up quickly, your book falling forgotten to the floor as you step closer to him to inspect the cut. There’s dried blood covering the surrounding skin of his chest and shoulder, with fresh blood still seeping from the opening of the wound. Even with the luxury of the Quinjet, a direct flight from Germany to New York is at least eight hours, who knows how long the cut had been steadily oozing–

“The bleeding has slacked off for the most part at this point,” he tries to assure you, attempting to cover the wound back up with his shirt. His shirt that, upon closer inspection, is thoroughly soaked through with blood. You all but smack his hand away so that you can continue to inspect the cut.

“It’s too deep,” you shake your head. “It needs stitches.”

Before returning to the living room, you stop by the kitchen and grab a cold can of Blue Moon to help take the edge off. Upon reentering the living room, you find that he’s hunched over where he sits in the recliner, leaning forward to grab your book from where it had fallen on the rug.

“What were you reading before I so rudely interrupted you?” The corner of his mouth tugs upwards in a smirk as he inspects the cover of the book.

“The Hunger Games,” you answer simply as you place the first-aid kit on the couch and hold out the beer to him. He accepts the drink, a small, surprised smile appearing on his face.

“Shirt,” you instruct a second later, turning to him with a warm, wet rag that you intend to clean some of the dried blood off with. Surprisingly, he obliges your request, placing both the beer and the book in his lap to pull the bloodied fabric over his head.

“And what exactly is The Hunger Games about?” he asks, looking up at you through his thick lashes before turning his attention back to the book in his lap. He flips it over, skimming the words on the back cover.

“The Hunger Games,” you begin as you delicately swipe the damp washcloth across the dirty skin around his wound, watching as the material turns from white to pink as it collects the old blood. “Are dystopian fiction novels. The books get their title from an annual event in which a boy and a girl, ranging from the ages of twelve to eighteen, from twelve different districts are selected by name-drawing to compete in a fight to the death. Twenty-four go into an arena, one comes out.”

“Sheesh,” Bucky grimaces and pops the tab to the beer. You turn away from him, placing the soiled washcloth on the table next to him before retrieving some disinfectant from the kit. “And what’s the point in having a bunch of children kill each other?”

“Punishment and control,” you shrug, pouring some of the clear liquid on a large gauze pad until it’s soaked. He gives you a vague nod, signaling he’s ready for you to clean the wound. You dab the drenched cotton along the opening of the wound, wincing more visibly than Bucky does himself. “The districts where the children are reaped from have had uprisings against the nation’s Capitol in the past. The games are to punish them, as well as to remind them what power the Capitol holds.”

Bucky’s brows furrow together, contemplating your words. You make the initial incision for his stitches and he lets out a grunt of discomfort. “Sorry,” you mumble, concentrating on the stitchwork.

“So what happens?” He asks after a few moments of silence, obviously trying to distract himself from the needle going in and out of his tender flesh as he sips on the amber colored liquid. “The group of kids rebel and take down the Capitol?”

“You’re not too far off,” you chuckle lightly. “I guess you’ll just have to read them for yourself to find out.”

“I suppose I will,” he says, eyeing your needlework from the corner of his eye. “Will you let me borrow your copies when I finish The Lord of the Rings?��

“You’re reading The Lord of the Rings?” you fail at hiding your tone of surprise, more focused on finishing suturing his cut.

“Don’t act so shocked,” he feigns insult. “I read when I have the free time to do so.” He turns his head towards you for the first time since you began stitching, causing you to realize just how close his face is to your own. You push down the fluttery feeling in the pit of your stomach at the close proximity, clearing your throat as you turn to grab a pair of small medical scissors. You clip the thread before backing away from him.

“That should hold you together well enough until your supernatural super-soldier healing abilities take care of it while you sleep.”

He stands from his position in the recliner, holding out your book to you. “Thank you,” he tells you sincerely. “For the stitches, and the beer.”

“Of course,” you say as you take your book back from him. “Don’t want you getting blood all over the compound.”

“I think I’m gonna go check on Sam,” he sighs. “I’ll let you get back to your reading.”

“Get some rest!” you demand as he retreats to the hallway.

“Yes ma’am,” he calls without looking back, his Brooklyn drawl making an appearance.

For the rest of the night, you try to focus on your book and not the way you felt when his plush pink lips and cerulean blue eyes were just inches from your face.

Receiving Gifts

One week later

Punctuality has never been your strong-suit, but you didn’t expect to be the very last person to arrive at Bucky’s birthday party - get together, as he insists on calling it, since he feels silly having a birthday party at over one hundred years old. However, as you’re approaching the pavilion at the compound’s lake, you see that all of your friends are already mingling comfortably.

You make your way over to a picnic table closer to the lake that has been dedicated to presents so that you can add yours to the pile. You had ordered the gift a week ago, the same night that you had stitched up Bucky’s shoulder wound, and it arrived just in time - in today's mail, only an hour ago.

Hence the reason you are the last to arrive with a shittily-wrapped present in hand.

“Is that Avengers wrapping paper?” You whirl around at the amused voice to see Bucky walking towards you.

“That it is,” you confirm. “You and I aren't featured, though. Just the OGs,” you shrug, staring down at the cartoon depictions of Steve and the others.

“I was starting to wonder if you weren't going to come.” He says lightheartedly, nodding in the direction of everyone else.

“Your present didn't get delivered until the last minute,” you explain, giving the box-shaped object in your hand a shake. “Didn't want to show up empty handed.”

“You didn't have to get me a gift at all,” he says reassuringly, but eyes the present curiously. “But since you almost missed my party over it, I should open it right away.” He holds his hands out expectantly, almost childlike.

You roll your eyes, handing over the poorly packaged present. You had never been the best at gift-wrapping, usually preferring to reuse bags.

“I did not almost miss your party. It's just now eight o'clock,” you defend yourself, staring at the sun that's just starting to set over the lake's horizon, painting the New York sky in hues of orange and purple.

He smirks, walking past you to place the present on the table. You watch as he rips the wrapping paper away unceremoniously, until the gift is revealed.

“I know you had asked to borrow my copies,” you begin, suddenly feeling nervous as you watch him look over the box set of the first edition of The Hunger Games trilogy. “But my copies are old, and tattered, and have been annotated to shit, so.. I thought maybe you'd like your own,” you shrug nonchalantly.

He studies the box, pulling out the first book and glancing it over with a look you can't quite decipher. There's a faint hint of rose on his cheeks, and the lines around his eyes crinkle when he turns his head to look at you.

“Thank you,” he says with a soft, earnest smile. “This is incredibly thoughtful of you. I'm going to start reading them–”

“This pizza is getting cold!” You hear Sam's voice bellow from under the pavilion a few yards away. “I'm about to dig in with or without the birthday boy.”

You exhale through your nose, a half laugh, half sigh and look at Bucky expectantly. “Pretty sure you're the only birthday boy here.”

“I guess that's my cue,” he sighs as he places the books with the rest of his unopened gifts. “Thanks again, really. It's my favorite gift,” he adds with a sly grin as he begins to walk towards Sam and the table of pizza boxes.

“You haven't even opened the others yet,” you point out, following in his steps.

“Don’t need to open any of the others to know that yours is my favorite.”

Words of Affirmation

Two weeks later

Overstimulated. That's the best word to describe the way you're currently feeling.

Nervous, uncomfortable, irritable, a little hungry, even - any of those words would suffice, too. But with the way the velvet fabric of your dress hugs your hips too tightly, the way that the conversation of the drunk party guests roars in your ears, and the way that the heels of your feet already burn in your platform wedges so early in the evening, you think overstimulated sums up your current state the best.

You fidget with the extravagant ring that adorns your left ring finger, twisting it back and forth and rubbing the pad of your right thumb across the oval-shaped stone.

You aren't even supposed to be here, your brain keeps reminding you. It was supposed to be Natasha. Natasha, who has a boatload of undercover operations experience. But then she had to come down with the flu. Natasha, who never gets sick with anything more than a head cold, bedridden with the flu the day before a highly anticipated undercover mission that you are now taking her place in.

It's not that you hadn't been part of an undercover operation before - you had. You just hadn't been part of any undercover operation that required you to pose as someone's wife before.

Definitely not Bucky's wife.

The two of you had just arrived at the party no more than thirty minutes ago and you had spent the entirety of that time thinking that you wouldn't be able to make this believable; that everyone would see how anxious and awkward you feel and just know - just know that you weren't meant to be here and that it's abundantly clear that you and Bucky aren't actually together.

“How'd you know I like lemon drops?” You ask, instantly recognizing the pale yellow liquid in the martini glass.

“I'm your husband. It's part of my job to know your go-to cocktail,” he smirks, looking at you in a way that almost makes you believe his words. “Besides, I'd know your drink of choice anyway. You always order a lemon drop.”

You clear your throat, breaking his stare by checking out the fellow attendees and event staff filtering through the ballroom. You slowly sip the sour liquid, trying to focus on the burn of the vodka and not the heat radiating across the skin of your back from him simply resting his fingers against the material of your dress.

“So where's Ivanov?” you break the tension. The illegal arms dealer that you'd been assigned to spy on was nowhere to be seen.

“He should be showing his face any minute now,” Bucky answers, a hint of displeasure in his voice. “I overheard some men at the bar saying he had just arrived in a three million dollar Bugatti with his twenty year old girlfriend.” You visibly cringe at the numbers. Ivanov had to be approaching senior citizen status at this point.

“Can't say that I'd expect anything else from him,” you sigh, attempting to wipe the disgust from your features. “What’s our game plan from here? Hover close by him and listen in on conversations–”

“Dance with me,” Bucky interrupts, his eyes locked on something on the opposite side of the room. You follow his gaze, realizing that Ivanov has entered with his exceptionally youthful girlfriend on his arm. Bucky extends his own arm to you, which you accept after tossing back the last sip of your drink and setting the empty glass on a table behind you.

He guides you to the center of the dance floor where several other couples are swaying to classical piano music. Ivanov mingles with a small group of questionable looking men just a few feet behind you, where Bucky is able to keep an eye on him.

He places one hand on your waist, using the other to hold one of yours in his own as he begins to slowly sway both of you to the rhythm of the music. Your free hand rests on the back of his neck, where you nervously twirl a tuft of his hair between your perfectly manicured fingers (you tried not to take too much offense to Sharon rushing you to the first salon she could find yesterday to help you look the part).

Bucky huffs a low laugh before using his grip on your hip to tug you closer to him, closing an awkward amount of space that separates your chest from his.

“If we want this to be believable, you’re gonna have to act like you kind of like me,” he murmurs lowly so that no one near you overhears. His face is just inches from yours - the scent of sandalwood from his aftershave and spearmint from his mouthwash is dizzying. Add in the fact that the lemon drop you had just quickly downed was heavy on the vodka, it’s a miracle that you’re still standing upright in these ridiculous heels that Sharon had picked out for you.

“I do like you,” you huff, your cheeks warming. “Not liking you isn’t the problem.” His gaze shifts away from where Ivanov stands a few yards behind you and down to your face.

“What is the problem then?”

You stare at his hand that holds yours, your eyes fixated on the brilliant diamond of your faux wedding ring. “For starters, I don’t really know how to slow dance,” you half-mumble. As if on cue, your left ankle shifts ever so slightly in your shoe, causing you to wobble. Bucky tightens his grasp on both your waist and hand to help steady you. He cackles - loudly enough for an old lady walking by to give him a side-eye.

“I think it’s pretty unlikely that our cover gets blown because you’re a little unsteady,” he whispers reassuringly. It does little to ease the lump of anxiety that has settled in your gut.

“It’s not just my lack of dancing experience,” you retort. “It’s all of this. I’m a bit out of my element here and I can’t help but feel like Natasha would have been able to do a much better–”

“Hey, hey,” he soothes, beginning to massage his thumb over the skin of your hand in languid, circular motions. You can’t decide if it’s the effects of the alcohol coursing through your veins or if it’s just the fact that it’s him, but it feels as though there’s a continuous trail of hot sparks everywhere his skin touches yours. “You've got this. If anyone’s got this, it's you. You've handled missions far more daunting than this with ease, right?”

You finally shift your eyes to meet his gaze. His deep blue eyes bore into yours with utmost sincerity. You give him a small nod of agreement and a tight-lipped, uncertain smile.

He leans in closer so that his mouth hovers just next to your ear, his warm breath raising goosebumps down the expanse of your neck and shoulders.

“And remember, we're madly in love, so it's alright to kiss me anytime you feel like it.”

The slow, gentle swaying motions you'd been forcing your body to perform come to a sudden halt. You look at Bucky as if he's grown a second head. He’s looking at you with a shit-eating grin spread from ear to ear.

“Did you just quote Peeta Mellark?”

“I finished up the first book yesterday,” he shrugs as if his words hadn't just made your heart skip several beats. “Now let's get this job over with so we can go discuss the book in detail over some greasy diner food, yeah?”

Quality Time

The mere thought of getting the fuck out of that giant estate and away from Ivanov and the other countless skeevy party-goers to gorge on greasy diner food was more than enough motivation to get you through the duration of the mission.

Of course, it helped that Ivanov is a lightweight drunk with no concept of volume control. After a couple drinks, he handed the location of his next illegal arms deal to you and Bucky on a silver platter - without ever even noticing the two of you dancing just feet away from him.

“I'm sending the audio recording over to you right now,” Bucky says as he types on his cell phone. The two of you are currently in a drugstore parking lot half an hour away from the estate, sitting in the Audi SUV that you'd been given for this evening’s mission.

“Got it,” Sam’s voice booms through the car’s Bluetooth speakers a second later. “You guys did great back there. Go ahead and get back to the compound for debriefing.”

Your eyes flash to the time on the vehicle's touchscreen display - 10:06 pm. You can feel your stomach churning from hunger and your skin itching to get out of the restrictive velvet fabric, the last thing you wanted to do at this hour was go to a fucking debriefing.

“About that..” Bucky starts, noticing your disappointed expression and tense posture. “Debriefing is going to have to wait until the morning.”

“We should really get any details while they are still fresh–”

“What’s that? Sam? Sorry, you're breaking up, can't understand what you're–”

Bucky's flesh finger touches a button on the digital display screen and the call disconnects before he finishes his sentence.

“You know he's going to call back any second, right?” You ask after a moment of loaded silence. Bucky says nothing at first. You watch as he powers off his phone, and then grabs yours from its location in the center cup holder and powers it off, as well.

Half an hour later, you and Bucky sit opposite each other in a cozy, corner booth of the only open diner in a five mile radius. It's half diner, half arcade, and the two of you are some of the only people here save for the teenage couple making out next to the jukebox in the gaming area. You both look out of place - him in his black satin suit and you in your burgundy colored dress with the thigh-slit, but you're too relieved to be eating to care.

He's already scarfed down a fried chicken sandwich and is rapidly making his way through a pile of mozzarella sticks. You're eating a fat stack of blueberry pancakes and the best loaded hash browns that you think you've ever had.

Breakfast foods hit different at eleven o'clock at night.

“I'm just saying, Katniss is kind of oblivious,” Bucky shrugs with a mouthful of fried cheese. “It's obvious that Peeta was never just pretending to be in love with her.”

“That's a big assumption coming from someone who hasn't even started the second book yet,” you say as you fork a bite of pancake into your mouth.

He throws his hands up in mock defense, covering his now empty plate up with a dirty napkin.

“You're not wrong though,” you admit. “She did miss a lot of signs, and she's not always the most reliable narrator.”

He responds with a small hum as he watches you finish your pancakes with a soft smile that shows his laugh lines and the dimple of his left cheek.

His smile turns to something more curious as the young couple who had been making out in the arcade room earlier dashes past your booth and out the back door of the restaurant.

“What is it?” You ask, pushing your empty plate towards the center of the table.

“The game room is free now,” he states, as if it's obvious. “Now I can kick your ass in air hockey.”

And kick your ass in air hockey he does. And skee ball, and Dance Dance revolution.

“Please don't tell Natasha that you beat me at Dance Dance Revolution,” you beg him as you pick up your high heels that you had discarded for the game. “She'll never let me live that one down. In fact, if anyone asks, it was a dead tie for all of these games.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” he chuckles, approaching the pool table in the center of the room and leaning against the edge. “As long as you win this game of pool.”

“No, nope, absolutely not,” you freeze where you're standing, crossing your arms over your chest. “If I couldn't beat you at air hockey then I don't stand a chance of beating you at pool.”

He ignores you, instead turning to choose two cue sticks from the selection on the back wall. He tosses one to you from several feet away, which you instinctively drop your shoes to the floor to catch.

“I haven't even tried to play pool since I was maybe ten years old,” you whine.

“Why were you trying to play pool at ten years old?” he chuckles, gathering up all of the balls and placing them inside the triangular rack in the center of the table.

“It was at a birthday party,” you admit. “I pretended to know what I was doing to impress a boy that I had a crush on.”

“And how did that go for you?” He removes the triangle-shaped container from around the balls and begins to line up his shot.

“Well, I haven't tried to play pool since then,” you begin, taking a seat on the edge of the table and turning your head to watch him. He pulls the cue stick back and quickly stabs it forward, breaking the balls apart and sending them rolling in various directions across the felt table. “And Kyle from my fourth grade class thought that I had cooties, so, you tell me how you think that went for me.”

“Sounds like it was Kyle's loss.” You watch as he walks to one of the table's pockets to look inside. “I've got stripes,” he states, looking at you with an expectant smile.

You exhale a dramatic sigh, hopping off the edge of the table and turning around to position your stick in front of the cue ball.

“Fine,” you relent, looking up at him from where you're leaning over across the table. “But you're not allowed to laugh at me when you realize I wasn't lying about having no experience at this.”

“Scout's honor,” he swears and you can tell by his smile and reddened cheeks that he’s already trying to contain his laughter.

Feeling extra nervous due to the way you can physically feel him watching you, you take an embarrassing amount of time working up the courage to propel the tip of the cue stick towards a solid purple colored ball.

It travels a foot or so across the green felt material of the table and comes to a stop just inches away from a corner pocket.

“Damn it,” you sigh under your breath.

“That wasn't too bad, actually,” he says, not even trying to conceal his tone of surprise as he walks over to where you're standing. “You just need to change your stance a little and hit the ball a bit harder.”

“So, do basically everything differently, then?”

“I can help you, if you want,” he offers with a smug grin.

“Hm,” you bite your lip as you pretend to contemplate the proposition. “Okay,” you accept with a shrug. “But this better not be an attempt to pull a cliche “pretend to help her with pool as an excuse to make a move” kind of move.” You're fully joking - you know Bucky well enough to know he wouldn't make such a corny, obvious move with anyone - and you definitely wouldn't expect him to do so with you.

But you don't miss the way his expression darkens ever so slightly and his eyes sweep up your figure before moving to stand behind you, propping his own cue stick up against the table.

The front of your thighs brush up against the edge of the table and Bucky’s arms enclose you on either side - his hands coming to rest next to each of your legs on the table's edge, as close as they can be to you without actually touching.

Your breath hitches in your throat when the silky material of his suit brushes against your bare shoulders, the sensation causing you to go deadly still as you await his next move.

“With how fast your heart is beating right now, I don't think I would have to do something as cheesy as that to make a move.” He murmurs, his mouth close enough to the exposed skin of your neck that you can feel the heat of his breath. It's an automatic response, the way your head tilts back into his touch. You start to pull away, start to feel embarrassed, start to tell him just how wrong he is, when he brings a flesh finger to the ball of your shoulder and trails his index finger down the skin of your arm, eliciting a surge of goosebumps in its wake.

This physical reaction doesn't go unnoticed by him, either. He hums a small laugh, inching closer to you so that his body presses against your ass.

“In fact,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, “I think that if I wanted to, I could have you bent over this table for me without having to resort to anything like that.”

If his chest wasn't pinning you between him and the pool table, you probably would have fallen over. The air in the arcade feels a sudden ten degrees warmer and you swear you can hear your blood pumping in your ears - things that unfortunately can't be blamed on the effects of the martini that had dissipated from your system hours ago.

No, it's all him. His closeness, his warmth, his voice, his scent. Just him.

“If you wanted to, yeah?” You question, your voice an octave higher than you ideally would have liked. “That makes it sound like you don't want to. But the bulge I'm feeling from your pants makes it seem like you do want to. Kinda sending me mixed signals here.” You rut back against him for good measure.

He hisses next to your ear, his hands snapping to your hips, effectively stilling you beneath him. His fingers dig into the flesh around your hip bones, the pressure somewhere perfectly between uncomfortable and pleasurable.

“Here? Bent over this table?” he tuts, his lips grazing the skin next to the shoulder strap of your dress. “Where a couple of unsuspecting teenagers could walk in for a game of skee ball at any second?” He lets out a low laugh, the sound vibrating against your back.

“No, I don't think so,” he continues. “Not when we've got a brand new Audi with a spacious backseat and highly tinted windows just outside this building.”

Physical Touch

If someone had asked you six hours ago if you thought there was a chance you would be ending this night by having sex with Bucky Barnes, you would have said no.

But if someone had asked you if you thought there was a chance you would be having sex with Bucky Barnes in the backseat of a car in a diner-arcade combo parking lot, you would have said fuck no.

You would have been wrong on both accounts. And with the way that he's nipping and sucking up the insides of your thighs, you're pretty fucking okay with that.

Your dress is bunched up around your waist, your panties discarded on the floor of the car. You're laying as comfortably as you can across the backseat with Bucky nestled snuggly between your legs. It's a tight fit, and the stagnant air inside the Audi is balmy, but you'll be damned if you interrupt this to turn the AC on. The only light inside the vehicle is from the glow of the full moon that illuminates the sky, and the giant neon green diner sign a few yards away from where you're parked.

He's not wasting any time - it's well past midnight at this point and considering the fact that Bucky turned your cell phones off hours ago, you're surprised that Sam hasn't traced the location of the vehicle and sent search and rescue already.

As soon as his mouth makes contact with your center, you’re lacing your fingers through his short, soft locks and tugging on them. You grind your pussy against his face, meeting his fervent motions with your own. He locks his lips around your clit before pulling away with an obscene, wet pop that echoes through the cab of the car.

He reaches one hand up to your shoulders while keeping his lips on you, quickly tugging down the spaghetti straps of your dress and then pawing at the fabric covering your chest to free your tits.

At the same time that he plunges his tongue inside you, he rolls a nipple between two of his cool, metal digits, yearning a sharp yelp from you. He releases his grip and then palms your breast in his hand, continuing to work your folds with his lips and tongue.

You don't know if it's the fact that it's been a ridiculous amount of time since you so much as kissed someone or the fact that Bucky eats pussy like he's starving, but you're approaching your climax insanely fast.

You clench your thighs around his ears and push your hips upwards, the friction building that warm tension in your lower belly that comes spilling over when he lets out a guttural moan across your core.

You cum against his face, feeling your juices drip down the insides of your thighs - there's a pesky voice in the back of your head telling you that you're going to have to pay to have this car detailed before giving it back.

He sits up, his back resting against the middle of the leather seat. He unbuttons and unzips his suit pants, raising off the seat just enough to tug them down to mid-thigh along with his boxers. You're still coming down from your orgasm when he's pulling you up from the seat and into a sitting position.

You tuck your legs underneath you so that you're propped up on your knees on the seat directly next to him. Bucky pumps himself in his hand as you lean over, gathering all of the saliva in your mouth and letting it slide between your lips and over the head of his cock.

You push his hand away to replace it with your own, using your spit as lubrication as you stroke him up and down. He throws his head back against the headrest, looking up at the roof of the car as he brings his hand around the curve of your ass, flesh hand finding your pussy that's still throbbing from how hard he had made you cum.

You can feel the smooth band of the engagement ring that you'd been wearing all evening repeatedly caress a large vein on the side of his dick - you remove your hand from him, causing him to snap his head back down to look at you. You bring your other hand to remove the ring from your finger, planning to tuck it into a cup holder for safekeeping while you use your hands on him.

“Leave it on,” he breaks the thick silence when he realizes what you're doing. “Want you to keep wearing it.”

You push the ring back down on your finger, his command sending a fresh wave of arousal to your core. You're extending your hand back to his cock when he cuts you off, pulling you to him and across his lap.

You straddle him, his erection locked between your pussy lips and his lower belly. You move forwards, and then backwards - earning another deep groan from him as you coat the underbelly of his cock in your juices. You grind up and down against him several times, until you're feeling impossibly empty and can't take the feeling of not having him inside you any longer.

You lift yourself up on the balls of your feet, high enough for him to guide himself to your entrance. He teases your hole with his head - or at least tries to, before you're sinking yourself down onto his length. You go still for a moment when he's fully inside you, giving you both time to adjust to the new, overwhelming sensation of each other.

You begin to ride him, slowly at first - he stretches you blissfully sweet and soon you're picking up the pace, your ass bouncing off of his thighs with each comedown.

He places a hand on the back of your neck, pulling your face down to his in a sloppy, searing kiss. It hits you that he's inside you raw right now, and you're just now kissing. You taste yourself on him, warm and salty sweet. He sweeps his tongue along your bottom lip and you open up for him, letting him explore your mouth from the perfect angle that he's at beneath you.

He continues to kiss you but removes his hand from the back of your neck, moving both of them to cup your ass. He begins to meet your movements with his own, thrusting himself upwards so that his cock is ramming into that sweet spot of your cervix and sending you towards a second climax.

“Feel so fuckin’ good,” you moan into his mouth, breaking the kiss for air. Your encouragement spurs him on, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Your legs turn to jelly beneath you, but he's got you - he holds you up by your ass cheeks and leans forward to take one of your nipples in his warm mouth.

It's enough to send you over the edge again. Your orgasm builds, heat exploding through your abdomen as his movements grow erratic and he spills into you from below.

He stills beneath you when you're both spent, your chest heaving against his. You make no effort to remove yourself from him, and he seems more than happy to keep you right where you are - his arms locking around your waist and pulling you close to him.

“I guess now would be as good of a time as any to ask you if you'd like to go on a date with me sometime?”

“Go on a date with you sometime?” You lean back, looking down with him with the limited amount of moonlight and neon lighting that breaks through the tinted windows. “We dressed up real nice, slow danced, spied on a bad guy, ate greasy diner food, played arcade games, and you're inside me as we speak. I think it's safe to say we're currently on a date.”

He snorts, breaking into laughter beneath you. “A second date, then,” he concedes. “I would love to take you on a second date.”

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thank you for reading!!! kind of nervous to put this one out there tbh, i've been working on it off and on for weeks but i love how it turned out and i hope you all do too. as always comments and reblogs are very appreciated 💕

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