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reminiscingtonight · 11 months ago

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Eras Of Us

Alessia Russo x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Had to write something based on Fletcher's Eras of Us

Part Two

[WOSO Masterlist]

You never thought you’d see her again.

Standing in a crowded room, surrounded by your new teammates, there she is. Her hair seems a little blonder, crinkles by her eyes now when she smiles.

“How are you doing--”

“Where have you been--”

It’s quiet as the two of you stare at each other. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest but all you can focus on is the slight twitch at the corner of Alessia’s mouth.

You and Alessia start laughing at the same time.

Alessia’s shaking her head, finding humor in your synchronized questions while you’re wiping at the tears at the corner of your eyes.

You can see Lotte watching the two of you from across the room, hell you can see most of the other girls watching you guys interact with intrigue, but all you can focus on is Alessia.

Alessia Russo, England’s stargirl and Arsenal’s new striker.

Once upon a time she was the girl of your dreams, but there’s no mistaking who she is now.

Alessia Russo, the one who got away.

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It seems so long ago when you first met Alessia.

She was still brunette then, back when she first joined North Carolina. You remember strolling into the locker room that first day, instantly clocking the two shy brunettes nervously fidgeting near your locker.

They looked shocked when you politely asked if they could move, the slightly shorter one standing right in front of your locker.

The first thing you noticed was her English accent as a slew of apologies came flying out, the younger girl’s face steadily turning redder and redder with embarrassment as the seconds ticked by. It wasn’t until you placed a hand on her arm that her mouth snapped shut, eyes wide with fear.

“Don’t worry about it. Is this your guys’ first year here?” The question was rhetorical. You knew the roster of the team like the back of your hand.

Alessia Russo and Lotte Wubben-Moy, two of England’s most promising rising stars. You would be lying if you said the blue-eyed girl didn’t intrigue you more than the other. The truth was, ever since receiving the updated roster from your coach a couple weeks ago all you could think about was the English girl. You’ve seen the videos, watched her skills for hours on end. She’d be a good addition to the team, but there was definitely a more personal reason as to why you found her so captivating.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

The sparkle in her eyes as Alessia shook your hand told you everything you needed to know.

When a mistimed tackle in practice later that day led to the taller girl pressed tight on top of you, you’re unable to stop your brain from going there.

She’s had a wide doe-eyed look on her face all day but now the panic was back. Alessia scrambled to get off of you but you couldn’t stop the bubbly laugh from leaving your lips.

There was a toothy grin on your face when she risked another look back down at you.

“Well this is one way to say hello.”

Alessia flushed red when you winked and right there, right when she offered you a hand to get back onto your feet, you knew you were hooked.

And just like a movie, Alessia Russo became a drug you could never get enough of.

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“Maybe the Courage will draft me.”

Alessia was tucked into your side, teary-eyed as you tried your best to reassure her. The two of you had been dating close to a year when your career after college started becoming more and more like a reality. Like something that could actually happen.

Playing in the NWSL was a no brainer. Soccer was your life, had been ever since you could remember being able to walk. Your goal was always to make it big. To play for a great club and to represent your country at an international level. But now you had other people to think about. You had Alessia to think about.

Just the thought of not being near her made your heart ache.

Call it young, dumb love, but it was what it was. You loved Alessia and didn’t want to be anywhere she wasn’t.

Alessia was there to hold your hand when it was announced that you were being drafted to Seattle. She hugged you before you went up to the stage, was there to take pictures with you after.

“It’ll be okay. We’ll make it work.”

She kissed you goodbye at the airport, the first of many trips you’d take between North Carolina and Washington.

Settling into life as a professional soccer player was hard. Your teammates could only do so much to help distract you from missing your girlfriend. You and Alessia facetimed as much as possible, taking turns flying to see one another between both of your busy schedules.

It was hard but the two of you made it work.

And then the pandemic struck.

Your season ended before it could really start and suddenly you found yourselves stuck on opposite sides of the country.

“I’m going back to England.”

You hadn’t been able to physically see or touch Alessia for almost half of a year when she dropped the news. There was no denying the way the blood all but drained from your face.

Alessia was nervous, you could tell by the way she was chewing on her lip through the screen, and right there, right in that moment, you wished for nothing more than to be able to be next to her. To hug her, to kiss her. To tell her everything would be alright.

You weren’t sure if everything would be alright.

But you told her it would be. With tears falling down both of your cheeks, with the uncertainty of your future hanging over both of your heads, you promised each other the same thing as before.

“It’ll be okay. We’ll make it work.”

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You and Alessia broke up before the year ended.

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The answer was clear when Arsenal approached you with an offer.

Your childhood bedroom was decorated wall-to-wall with gunner memorabilia, your love for the North London team clear as day to everyone who knew you.

You’ve been playing in Seattle for all of your career so far, but Laura understood your desire for something more.

Leaving the team was hard. Especially more so since it was still the middle of the season at that point. But you couldn’t deny that a part of you was excited for the change.

It was hard to ignore the notification that seemed to engrave itself into your brain the second you saw it.

[alessiarusso99 liked your post]

You thought you were seeing things when it first popped up. It seemed fitting to post about your move overseas with a picture of you dressed in your new jersey, but never would you have thought Alessia would react to it.

Especially since the two of you hadn’t talked once or interacted with each other since the break up three years ago.

But then you saw the news a couple days later.

Alessia Russo Signs With Arsenal.

Of course you heard the rumors. Of the clear rift between the Manchester United striker and her club.

You heard the rumors but you didn’t know if they were true.

Now you did.

Alessia was headed to the gunners and so were you, and for the first time in years you were going to see her again.

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You look up when you feel the soft nudge at your knee.

Alessia’s looking down at you, fingers nervously playing with her top.

You can’t stop your eyes from roving over the younger girl. It’s like no time has passed since you last saw her in person.

You thought you were over Alessia, that the sting of your heartbreak had long faded.

But standing here, finally face to face with Alessia, that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Suddenly it was like you were 23 again, throwing your phone across the room in a fit of anger after Alessia hung up the phone with you. The sting of countless missed facetimes haunted your dreams as you woke up to a dark room and even darker realization that the English girl was no longer yours. It was both of your faults that things bubbled over enough for Alessia to finally call things off, but a part of you, still deeply in love with her, wanted to paint Alessia out as the villain.

So yes, there was hurt. But you couldn’t deny the love that you still felt as well.

Because then you were back in college again, bringing flowers for Alessia as you nervously asked her out on your first date. The ghost of Alessia playing with the babyhairs near your neck as she cuddled you to sleep burned deep into your skin. Your heart sang when you stole quick kisses from her minutes before hopping back onto the plane that took you back to Seattle.

You’re starting over at a new team in a new country but it feels like nothing has changed.

Alessia Russo still had a firm grip on your heart.

And you’re not sure if you would have it any other way.

You smile at her.

Alessia smiles back.

“How are you doing?”

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worldofkuro · 6 months ago

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Painted Smile

Painted Smile XIII

Pairing: Alastor x Female! Reader

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Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: Ladies and gentlemen be very careful because this chapter challenged me in a way I didn't know it would. There is smut. Who would i thought that I, Me, MOI, would write smut haha... I hope you'll enjoy it either way because it's my first time writing a coitus scene.

You stared at the body in front of you. You were almost scared that he would open his eyes and you would have to fight once more. You could take him. You knew you could and you would. Even if he was crawling from Hell, you would shoot him once more.

“ Is he…dead?” you whispered, never shifting your eyes from the man. There was so much blood pouring out of him. How were you going to clean him? How were you going to explain his wounds?

You gasped as you were tugged into a warm chest. You lifted your eyes to see Alastor beaming at you. He began to dance with you, making you twirl in the snow while singing a song you used to dance to in clubs. You laughed as he nuzzled his nose against yours. You closed your eyes as you let him guide you in his dance, lifting you in the air before caging you in his arms.

“ You were perfect, dearest ! I don’t think I could have thought of a better performance !” he kissed your face multiple times without stopping as you laughed heartily. You cupped his face between your hands, looking at him with all the emotions you could conjure. “ Now dearest…”

He put you down before taking something out of his pocket and you couldn’t help but gasp as he kneeled in front of you. Alastor was kneeling. You knew him from his younger age and he was too prideful to show any kind of humility, ever, and yet there he was, in front of you, all bruises, bleeding from his nose and lips, kneeling in front of you with a red little box in front of you.

“ This is your last chance to run away” he scoffed “ but you know now that I can catch you.. But I’ll let you believe you have a choice.” he smirked at you, opening the box, showing you a golden ring.

You laughed, shaking your head, as if you would say no to him no. You smiled as he slid the ring on your finger, watching him as he kissed it and then tugged you against him, kissing you like a mad man.

You cupped his face as you kissed him feverishly. You needed air, but you didn’t want to break away from Alastor, you wanted his lips against yours. You pushed your body against him as he laid you down on the snow. Your kisses still tasted like blood but you didn’t care. You were rolling your body against him, wanting to feel him closer, more than ever. You were feeling hot like lava even though you were against the cold snow.

Without even being aware of it you spread your legs so Alastor could settle between them. You moaned as you tried to push your hips against him, making him groan against your tongue. You nipped at his lips as his hand settled on your waist, going under your shirt. You gasped as you felt his hand caressing your skin underneath the bloodied shirt.

“ Dearest… If you keep sounding like that…” he panted, staring at your face with dilated pupils. He was staring at you as if he wanted to devour you. Maybe that should have made you scared but you felt more excited than you expected. You clumsily took off your shirt, throwing it on the snow, keeping your eyes on Alastor. You felt your nipples harden because of the cold but you didn’t care. You only cared for one person right now and it was yourself.

“ I want my dear husband to claim me for himself.”

You bit your lips as Alator took off his jacket, slowly unbuttoning his shirt while staring at you like you were his prey. You did read books about sex, but you were still nervous. Would it hurt? Would Alastor enjoy it? Would Alastor enjoy your body?

You moaned as you stared at Alastor’s torse. He was beautiful. His scars were decorating his lean muscles, his arms were flexing with every move he was doing. You blushed as you felt a wet substance on your panty. Were you really that excited because Alastor was shirtless?

Alastor stared at you, moving slowly, like stalking a prey, or waiting for you to say you didn’t want anything that's happening right now. You needed to satisfy him. What were the books saying…?

You quickly took off your pants, being only in a pair of bra and panty. From what you have read, men wanted to be inside women as quickly as possible. You blushed furiously but you wouldn’t back down now!

Alastor’s hand stopped you from taking your panty off as he bent toward your thighs.

“ I’ve always wanted to take a bite of those sinfully thighs of yours.”

You moaned as you felt him kiss your skin, caressing in a comforting manner your waist. You gripped his hand as he licked, bit and kissed your thighs, marking them with his teeth. You tried to stop your moans but thinking about the fact that Alastor was the one touching you was making you lightheaded. It wasn’t like in the books, you were supposed to be the one making him feel good!

“ I know you are thinking about your stupid books. I’ll stop if you think about anything else but us right now.” he bit your thighs harder, making you moan.

“But…But how am I supposed to know how to please you..?” you sighed as his hands were caressing your belly. You tilted your head against the snow, your eyes looking shyly at Alastor who had his eyes straight trained on you.

“ Like you always did. By being yourself.” he licked the marks he had made on your skin before tilting his head against your smooth thighs. “ What do you wish for ?”

You blushed, looking away but he took your chin with his hands, forcing you to look at him. You knew he hated when you were trying to hide yourself from him. You inhaled deeply.

“ I want… to touch you…” you whispered. He smiled at you before moving above you. You stared at his face, making sure he was okay as your cold hand touched his torso. His body was so hot against your hands. You caressed his skin, going toward his shoulder then his back. You saw him sigh as he closed his eyes, going toward your neck to kiss your skin there.

Feeling him so close to you was so overwhelming and yet, you wanted to feel even closer to him. You timidly pushed your pelvis against his, making him hiss. You stop moving, trying to see his face. Were you doing something bad? You felt his hand dug into your waist.

“ Is… is it okay..?” you asked but before you could once push yourself against him you felt him tugged you against his pelvis making you moan. You could feel something hard against your panty and you blushed. Was it Alastor’s member..? You bit your lips as you moved against him, moaning louder. God, he felt so good… “ Should we…?”

You looked at Alastor as he chuckled against your skin. He leaned away from your body, looking at you fondly. “ Dearest, you must think I don’t know anything about sex, but, trust me, I know what I want to do to you.” he kissed your lips then trailed down toward your panty. What was he…? “ And as you know, I’m greedy with what I desire.” you kissed your crotch through your panty, making you gasp. “ If you allow me…”

You were blushing madly but you wanted it so badly. You spread your legs, your body twitching from anticipation. Alastor was licking you through your panty while keeping his eyes on you. You tilted your head back, your legs squeezing his head. You didn’t know what was happening but you were loving every second of it.

You moaned loud when you felt his tongue against your bare sex. You looked at him, he had his eyes closed, kissing and licking your vulva like it was the best dish he had ever had the blessing to eat. You couldn’t contain your voice as you moaned his name, gripping his air tightly.

Alastor was eating you out. The Alastor you have known all your life. The one who didn’t give a damn about other people’s existence,the one who had never looked at other people as more than tools, the one who had just killed his own father was laying in the snow, eating you out like a starved man.

You screamed as you arched your back, feeling a warm tingle in your belly getting hotter and hotter. You were moving your hips against his lips without being aware of it, moaning Alastor’s name again and again.

And then you snapped.

Your whole body was shaking as you moaned his name so loudly you would be embarrassed if you cared. Your hips were twitching as Alastor recolted your sweet release with his tongue. He leaned back with his charming smile; his lips and chin wet because of your pleasure and yet, he still had blood on his face. He looked devilishly breathtaking.

“ How is my wife feeling?” he smirked as he stared at you. You were breathing hard, tears falling down your eyes. You weren’t feeling nervous anymore, at all. You wanted him completely.

“ I want you.” you sat up slowly, taking your bra off, and shivered when you saw his eyes fall on your chest. You approached him slowly, pressing your chest against his naked torso and kissed him. You could taste yourself and blood on his lips. It was.. It was weird but not disgusting. You forced him to sit as you straddled his laps, kissing him with more vigor. You pressed your pelvis against his hard clothed member. You shivered as you imagined him inside of you.

Alastor inside of you.

That thought could have made you orgasmed once more.

You leaned back to watch his face. His cheeks were flushed, his breathing hard but he was staring at your face, his pupils dilated and this oh so delicious glint that was only for you. His madness was for you and only you. You nipped at his lips, staring at his eyes. You wanted to pleasure him like he just did, you wanted to show him how he meant to you. You remembered reading a book about sucking a man’s shaft. You leaned back, looking down on his clothed member.

Sucking Alastor’s cock.. Yes, it was something you wanted…

“ You thought about your books.”

“ N-no– Well, yes, but I want to.. if you want of course.. Do what you have done to me… I want to suck your… Well..” you blushed looking away. He took your face with his hand while the other was playing with your clit. You moaned, staring at his smiling face. He leaned toward your ears.

“ No. Maybe next time you will not think about your books.”

You tried to complain but you just moaned louder, gripping his shoulder, as he slowly entered you with one finger. He was playing with you !

“ Please… I really want it..!” you tried to convince him. You wanted to see Alastor lose control over himself because of you.

“ No my dearest, that’s your punishment for thinking about something other than us.” He grinned at you. You frowned and bit his neck as hard as you could, making him groan. You were moving your hips against his hands, his palm grinding against your clit as you bit him on his shoulder again and again.

You squealed as Alastor pinned you underneath him, breathing hard. You tried to take off his belt, making chuckle at your eagerness. He took off his belt slowly, making you whine impatiently.

You gasped as you saw his hard shaft. You could feel your vagina clench around nothing as you looked at what was supposed to go inside of you. You bit your lips, laying down on the snow while staring at Alastor, spreading your legs. You wanted him. You wanted him so much you felt like losing yourself to madness.

“ Darling…” he whispered and he pressed himself against you. You kissed his lips multiple times, your arms around his shoulder. You tensed as you felt him enter you very carefully. It was.. a strange feeling actually. You tilted your head back as Alastor was kissing your neck, trying to make you feel something else than what you were feeling between your legs.

It wasn’t… that hurtful. You groaned as you tense your legs around his hips.It was manageable. You just needed time to adjust. You moaned as Alastor bit your neck, stopping his hips. He kissed your lips easily making you forget the pain between your legs.

You began to move your hips and smiled against his lips as you felt no pain.

“ Are you okay..?” you felt Alastor ask against your lips, a sweet whisper that made you feel safer than anything else. You were in the woods, having your virginity taken on the dirtied floor and yet, you couldn’t feel happier.

“ I’ve never felt better.” you whispered back against his lips. He smiled at you before kissing you languishly. You moaned against his lips as you felt his back’s muscles flexed against your nails. You were enveloped with his scent, his body, everything. He was inside you, in the deepest part of your body. He was panting against your skin, his hips moving faster.

You scratched his back, marking him as yours. You both were one. In body and soul. You tilted your head back against the snow as your moans were getting louder and louder. Alastor was the only thing you could feel. The only thing you wanted to feel. You didn’t know where your own body started or where Alastor’s body ended.

Hearing him groaned because of you was thrilling. This man who used to be so composed even when killing a man was having no control over his own body because of you. Those thoughts made you snap.

You felt your walls clenched around his shaft as you came around him once more. You heard him swear as you locked your legs around him, making him unable to escape from you.

“ Darling…” he chuckled breathlessly. “ I’m at my limit…” he panted, his member twitching inside you.

“ I want you to come inside me.” you plead.

His pupils dilated before he bit you on your chest, where your heart was beating. You sighed with delight as you felt him release his semence, moving his hips until every drop of his seed was settled inside you. You were stroking his back, like a silent apology for the marks you have made. Alastor was breathing against your chest, stroking your waist. Both of you stayed like this, sweaty, in a comfortable silence until you couldn’t take it.

You giggled before laughing loudly.

Alastor looked at you, amused with raised eyebrows. You smiled at him, kissing him once more on his lips.

“ I’m just happy..” you said, caressing the side of his face. He took your hand and kissed it, staring at you.

“ So am I.”

You looked at him as he left your warm entrance. You were beginning to feel the cold weather now. Alastor helped you dress up, winking at you when you blushed because you could feel his sperm sliding down your thighs. Alastor walked toward the dead man.

Oh yes, you killed someone.

He crouched in front of his deceased father.

“ Darling, you should go back home. I’ll take care of the … leftovers.”

You walked toward him, embracing him from behind.

“ You don’t need my help?”

“ You already help me, dearest. I’ll just enjoy one last moment with my father. Go back to my Mother, she must be worried.”

You really didn’t want to be separate from Alastor. Not after everything that happened. Alastor must have sensed it because he kissed your ringed hands before standing up. You nodded at him, kissing him one last time before going back to his house. You did try to find the fawn that had miraculously helped you, but unfortunately you didn’t meet it during your way back.

You opened the door, you would have to explain to Marie why you looked like a bloodied mess. You walked toward the kitchen, you could hear the shower so Marie must be bathing right now. You saw two plates with a note. It was from Marie, she had written that she kept two plates for the both of you.

The both of you.

There was yours and Alastor’s name written on the paper.

You smirked before putting the note in the fire, destroying a possible clue.

Marie knew her husband wouldn’t come home, that’s why there wasn't a third plate.

You had to calm Marie down when she saw the state of your face. You laughed as she treated you but you reassured her. You were as capable as a nurse now, you have been treating your father since he came back from war. Those were nothing to worry about.

You could see her hands shaking but you both didn’t address the elephant in the room. She did pause when she was cleaning the blood from your face and neck.

“ Is that a.. hickey dear..?”

You blushed furiously making her giggled at you. You hid your face behind your hands as Marie was laughing affectionately at you. She took your hand and looked at your ring.

“ So, now, you are my daughter in law?” you giggled as you both began to talk about a wedding reception. You talked for hours, only stopping when Alastor entered the house. It was already dawn time but you weren’t feeling tired. He smiled at his mother and you knew it was time for you to go. They had to share this moment together. You stood up saying you were going home, refusing Alastor’s demand to accompany you home.

You hugged Marie and kissed Alastor cheeks. You wouldn’t kiss him in front of his Mother! But as you stepped out of the door, you were being tugged against a warm familiar chest, you closed your eyes as you felt his lips on yours. You smiled softly at him, caressing his cheek with your ringed hands that he kissed.

He let you go as you walked home. Your nose wasn’t broken and your bruises weren’t visible yet, and from what you saw in the mirror, you could always tell people you fell down the stairs because of the ice. You entered your house quietly, everyone was still sleeping, perfect.

You walked toward your bedroom, smiling like a fool. You undressed yourself and looked at your body in front of the mirror. You had hickeys on your chest, neck and thighs. You blushed as you saw white semence dripping from your vagina.

You really did it… You needed to tell Alice tomorrow !

After washing up you fell asleep as easily as usual. You woke up around 11am, which surprised your mother when she saw you already dress up. You kissed her cheek with a big grin.

“ Where is dad?”

“He went to work, why?” she asked before screaming out of shock when you showed her your ring. “ It’s from Alastor, right? Of course it is ! Oh my baby !” she hugged you, crying from emotion. You felt tears in your eyes too. You didn’t know why but telling your mother you were getting married was… it was moving. She was already naming brands for your wedding dress.

You talked with your mother for hours before you decided it was time to tell Alice. You went out, making sure the hickeys weren’t visible. You talked toward Alice’s mansion, greeting the butler that was now used to you. You were brought to the living room, waiting for your friend.

But you were surprised when you saw her coming with… Alizée was it? You stood up as Alice hugged you. You looked at Alyzée who seemed uncomfortable. Why was she here? Alice took the woman's hand and forced her to sit on the sofa. Well, you weren’t going to force her to leave, you didn’t know her, your only knowledge was from Alastor: she was the mayor’s daughter.

You talked with Alice, trying to coat Alyzée to talk with you which, after some time, she did seem more comfortable with your presence.

“ But I came here for news that will please you, I’m sure.” you smirked as Alice stood up.

“ Do I need to bring the wine?”

“ Yes.”

She clapped her hands, calling for a butler to bring three glasses and two bottles of wine. You laughed as the butler came with Alice’s order. She waited for the butler to leave before serving you and Alyzée a drink.

You waited for Alice to take a sip of wine before showing your ring. She spat on the table before screaming while Alyzée was smiling widely, clapping her hands together. You laughed as Alice shook your shoulder, looking at the ring then shook your shoulder once again. Alyzée congratulated you with a beaming smile making you feel relieved.

You might have felt some jealousy for the beautiful woman in the past but not anymore.

You drank glasses and glasses of wine as you explained how you got married without the gory details. Quickly enough, there were three drunk women in the living room.

“ But we didn’t just get married.” you giggled drunkenly. You showed them your neck, decorated by Alastor hickeys. Alice shouted while Alyzée was whistling.

“ Oh my girl!” Alice hugged you before sitting back down. “ If we are going on with secrets, I might have something to say!” she raised her glass as you and Alyzée stared at her curiously. “ I… I am in love with someone and we are in a secret relationship.”

You choked on your wine as Alyzée spat in on the floor.

“ What? When? Who?” you struggled to speak as you tried not to cough. Alice put her glass on the table and watched you, her face flushed from the alcohol but she seemed worried.

“ I hope you won’t hate me after this.” she said before kissing the Alyzée on the lips.

Alice was kissing Alyzée.

Alice was in a relationship with Alyzéee.

A woman.

…

Alice was in love!

The two women separated themselves, looking at each other with love. You felt tears in your eyes as you stood up, making Alice stand up too with a worried expression. You ran toward her and hugged her, crying. Your best friend was in love, she was happily in love. You cried harder as you felt Alice sobbed against you.

“ I was so afraid you would see me as a disgusting being.” she cried as you hugged you tighter against you.

“ No, I would never!” you said before wiping your eyes. You looked at Alyzée and hugged her too. You knew it would be difficult for them to be in a relationship but you would help them in any way you could!

The evening went one, you’ve got to know Alyzée who was a very intelligent woman, a little more down to earth than Alice but maybe it was better for your best friend. You looked at the windows, it was already night time and you didn’t remember the last time you were this drunk.

“ Miss, you have a guest.”

Alice looked at the butler, confused. The butler stepped aside and your soon to be husband walked into the living room. You smiled with delight as he thanked the butler who closed the door behind him.

“ Ladies, good evening.”

You stood up, trying to run toward him but everything was spinning. Alastor walked quickly toward you and made you sit down.You giggled as you nuzzled against him. You wanted to tell him about Alyzée and Alice but it was not your choice to make. The four of you began to talk, whiskey was brought to Alastor as you all gossip about what was going on in New Orleans.

“ I hope one day, I will be able to marry you Alyzée…” whined Alice, as she hugged her girlfriend. Alyzée just smiled sadly before kissing the crown of her head. You looked at Alastor who drank his whiskey, he didn’t seem surprised or disgusted. “ I’m jealous Alastor is getting married before me! When you arrived, I thought you both had a fight! I mean, you don’t even wear your necklace!”

You paled as your hand went toward your neck.

The necklace.

You left it there.

“ Well, let's just say my fiancée left it at my house,” said Alastor with a calm face. He took something out of his pocket and you almost cried from relief as you saw your necklace dangling from his fingers.” So I came here to give it back to her.”

You sighed in relief. Thank god Alastor was there.

The night went on as Alastor played the piano while Alice was forcing Alyzée to dance with her. You laughed as you sat next to Alastor, singing while he played. You stared at the ladies dancing with each other, their gazes never drifting from each other. You felt sad, knowing you would get married soon but your best friend might never have this chance. You didn’t know if Alastor felt what you were feeling, but he never stopped playing the piano and you never stopped singing, leaving the two ladies having their own fragile moments.

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coquitokisses · 1 month ago

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Someone send me ideas to write something about Steve Rogers lmaooo/

Steve and the reader (agent) hate each other. She's close to becoming an avenger, but Steve doesn't like her cause she's really sassy and naughty, they end up getting paired in a mission together and get trapped 😉

Insufferable | Steve Rogers

Pairings: Steve Rogers x female!avenger reader

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: language, mentions of claustrophobia and an anxiety/panic attack, it was supposed to be an enemies-to-kinda lovers but I didn’t really get to the “lovers” part so it’s an enemies-to-kinda friends-to-eventually kinda lovers I guess? Lmao

Summary: Steve doesn’t really get along with reader and they end up getting paired up in a mission. While they’re at it, they both get trapped in a room for a few minutes and reader is claustrophobic… but Steve doesn’t know that and when he sees her like that, it kinda changes how he feels about her

A/n: thanks to the person who sent me this! I hope you like it and I hope I was able to bring your idea to life! I honestly don’t know how I got this idea, but here we are lol (also, I’m not claustrophobic so everything I wrote was based off an article I read on google, so, sorry if it’s not accurate)

“I’m not going with her.” Steve said in a more serious tone as soon as he heard Fury telling him that he had to go on this mission with none other than you “Send me with Bucky.”

You and Steve have a complicated relationship. A very complicated one. He just can’t stand you, as simple as that. Ever since you started working at SHIELD, he never really got along with you because of your very outgoing personality. Steve would use the word “bratty” whenever he would complain to Bucky or Natasha about you saying that you always had a response to everything. They, of course, didn’t have a problem with you at all, in fact, you got along pretty well with everyone.

Except America’s sweet golden boy who apparently is a little uptight and he just simply doesn’t know how to have fun.

“You’re in no position to give orders, miss Y/L/N will be assisting you in this mission, end of discussion.” Fury replied

“Just send Sam, hell, send Scott for all I care.” Steve said, almost praying, begging to god that Fury changed his mind and changed his partner for this mission

“No and no, I need Wilson, he’s on another mission with Natasha and Barnes.” He responded

“What about Clint?”

“He’s having some well deserved family vacations. I want you and Y/L/N in the mission since you two are the most qualified to do it.” He said “You leave in 30 minutes, anything else?”

Steve just sighed. “No, sir.”

“Good, then I’ll see you for your mission report.”

After that, Steve left Fury’s office and just headed to the jet since he was already suited up knowing that the whole team was gonna be busy today. Once he got there, he saw you talking to one of the guys from comms and Maria.

“Excited to be paired up with moi, handsome?” You said once Steve was closer to you two

He rolled his eyes. “Thrilled.”

Maria chuckled. “This is gonna be so good.” She looked back at you “Good luck, I feel like you’re gonna need it.”

“Yeah, probably.” You sighed and then gave her a small smile “Thanks.”

(…)

“We go down the bridge, we go in from the sewers and then..” Steve was explaining the plan but you interrupted him

“I’m sorry, the sewers?” You lifted your head to look at him “I thought Fury said that we had easy access to this base.”

“This is easy access, there are no cameras, no sensors that could detect us and definitely no people.” Steve explained

“The base is abandoned.” You reminded

“What makes you think that they don’t have it under observation?”

You lift your hand and pinch the bridge of your nose softly. “I should’ve gone with Bucky and Nat.”

“Can I finish?” Steve looked at you

You sighed. “Go on.”

“Once we’re in, we just need to make our way to the office so we can get the files and get out.” He finished explaining “Questions?”

“Uh, yeah, we’re supposed to also grab some vials from the laboratory, how the hell are we gonna do that?”

“We can split up.”

“Split up? So you can leave me there?”

He shrugged. “Don’t tempt me.” He said lifting his head to look at you

You gave him a small sarcastic smile as you crossed your arms. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“You go to the lab, I get the files, okay?”

You just nodded in response. Each of you got an earpiece and then walked out of the jet before heading down a hill, which was covered by snow, by the way, to get below the bridge. You managed to get to the sewers and with Steve’s help, you both got inside.

“I swear, Fury do this on purpose.” You let out a sigh

“I’m starting to think the same thing.” Steve replied

“Aw, what? Can’t be alone with me in the dark?” You turned around and he squinted when the flashlight you were holding hit his face

“You’re sick.” He rolled his eyes “And watch out, you’re gonna fall.”

“You’re worrying about me, that’s cute.”

“I’m not but unfortunately, I need you alive and well to get this over with.”

“Ouch.” Your brows furrowed a little “I know you hate me, no need to remind me.”

“Can we just get the mission done?”

You just rolled your eyes. “Aye aye, captain.”

You honestly didn’t really cared. You knew Steve didn’t like you since the very first day you started working with them. But there wasn’t really anything you could do, you got along with pretty much everyone else, except him. Which at first was obviously kinda devastating and made you feel like shit because the Captain America didn’t like you. You thought that it was something you had done or that you needed to change something. But with time you figured that it wasn’t, it was him, only him, who didn’t like you.

And yes, you knew that the main reason was because of your attitude and your personality, because apparently being a very outgoing person and a big extrovert was something that didn’t quite mix well with Mr. America. He sometimes compared you to Tony, which you didn’t mind at all, it was flattering really. The Tony Stark? That was a compliment.

You’ve tried to win him over but nothing has really worked so you kinda gave up. What else could you do? He wasn’t gonna change his opinion of you and honestly, you didn’t really cared.

You guys split up and you started searching for the lab while Steve went to take the files. Everything was dark, you could hear some water droplets falling from afar and you were already sweating.

“Alright, I got the files, where are you?” After a few minutes, Steve’s voice sounded through the earpiece

“I think I just found the lab.” You replied as you tried opening the door but it was stuck “You need to come open this fucking door because I can’t.” You wiped your hands on your pants

“I’m on my way.”

Steve was there in a few minutes and he helped you open the door so you could both get into the laboratory.

“They’re supposed to have a yellowish or a…” Steve started saying before you cut him off

“Or a reddish substance, I know, I paid attention during the meeting.” You said as you made your way into a room that was divided by a white plastic curtain

You used your flashlight and found the vials, they were on a shelf in a little box.

“I found them.” You announced walking towards the vials

You heard Steve’s footsteps behind you and then you got up in a chair that was there so you could grab the vials since they were pretty far. As soon as you picked up the box, both of you heard a noise coming from behind and when you turned around, right where the curtain was, a door closed trapping you both inside the room.

“You’re fucking kidding.” You said immediately getting off from the chair and leaving the vials on the table

Steve went and tried to open it by kicking it and punching it but it was useless. Not even a scratch on that door.

“Did I just trapped us in here?” You pressed the palm of your hand over your forehead

“Seems like it.” Steve replied letting out a frustrated sigh

You were hoping, praying to god that the door somehow opened.

“This can’t be fucking happening.” You said under your breath

You were claustrophobic and something about being trapped in a small room—just with your flashlights—that’s underground it’s not helping at all.

“There’s gotta be a button or something that can open the door from inside.” You heard Steve say but you were too busy trying to control your breathing so you don’t have a panic attack

You felt your hands sweaty and you could swear your heart was about to burst out of your chest. You left your flashlight on the table with shaky hands and decided to sit on the chair that you were standing just a few minutes ago.

You could hear Steve’s voice but to you it all sounded muffled and like he was talking to you from afar, when he was literally just a few feet away from you. You weren’t even paying attention and you couldn’t understand a word he was saying since you were too busy trying to calm yourself down.

“Hello? Are you even listening to me, Y/N?” That was the only sentence you heard loud and clear

“Oh my god, would you please just stop talking for a fucking moment?! I swear to god I’m about to pass out.”

He turned around to look at you, ready to start bickering with you about the way you just snapped at him, but when he saw that you had your face hidden in your hands and how fast you were breathing and the way you were shaking your leg. And not to mention, with that super hearing of his, he could hear your heart pounding.

“Are you okay?” He asked a little worried actually

“No! I’m not okay!” You blurted out with shaky voice

He has never seen you like this. You were always so bubbly and so active and talkative that it really surprised him to see you like this.

You took a deep breath before talking because you knew your voice was gonna come out shaky as hell again since you were trying very hard not to cry. “I’m having a little panic attack and I just need you to stay quiet for a moment until I can pull myself together, okay?”

“Uh.. can I do anything to help other than stay quiet?”

You sighed. “I don’t know and my mind really doesn’t want to think of something right now.”

A soft “okay” left his lips as he walked from one side to another trying to think of something that could help you. And then something popped up on his head.

He remembered that when Bucky was finally free from Hydra, he would still get nightmares and sometimes he would have anxiety, like, bad. Steve was always there to help him and he read somewhere online about techniques to help calm a panic or anxiety attack in case it’d ever get to that point. Luckily he didn’t but he did helped him with a few things he read.

Maybe he can help you too. And he really needs you to get this done, it’s not like he can just leave you behind.

“Okay, wanna do the 5-4-3-2-1 method?” He turned around to look at you

“I- I don’t know, what are you even talking about?” You lifted your head to look at him

“It’s like a grounding technique, it’s supposed to help you get distracted.” He explained “Wanna try it?”

“Whatever, I don’t know!” You sobbed covering your face again

“Okay, uh.. look at five objects.” He said

“Wh- what?” You looked at him “Steve, I-“

“Just do it, come on.” He moved his flashlight so the room could be more bright “Five objects.”

“Uhhh..” you were trying to take deep breaths while also looking around to find five objects “Um, the flashlight.” You pointed at your flashlight that was on the table

“Okay, give me another one.”

“The table.”

“Three more.”

“Uhh.. I don’t know.” You ran a hand through your hair, your eyes still scanning the room “Uh, the vials.”

“Good, give me another one.”

“The chair.” You muttered

“Only one more.”

“Um..” you swallow “I don’t know, my boots?”

“Okay, that was good.” He nods “Now listen to four different sounds.”

“Listen?“ you scoffed “Here?”

“You can do it, come on.”

You took a deep breath and tried to focus on your surroundings—aka, the room you were trapped in—trying to listen to a noise or a sound that you could mention. Steve could already hear your heart rate slowing down a little.

“There’s water leaking.” You said softly as you focused on the water droplets falling on the floor somewhere in the room

“Good, what else?”

“Um..” you sniffled “My heart.” You lifted a hand to your chest feeling the beats of your heart against it

“Two more.” He said

“My foot tapping on the floor.” You replied

“You’re doing good, just one more.”

“…Your voice.”

“Okay that was good, now touch three objects.” He told you

“Oh god.” You rolled your eyes

You moved your hand to the table and you touched your flashlight.

Your heart rate was starting to go back to normal.

“Good, touch something else.”

You looked around and then down to your body and saw that you had your gun in your holster so you dragged your hand there.

“One more.”

You lifted your hand to the table again and this time you touched the box where the vials were.

“Now identify two smells.” He says

You took a deep breath taking in the smell in the room, trying to identify two at least.

“Humidity.” You replied

“Yeah, what else?”

“Sweat.” You say pretty obvious

Steve let out a soft chuckle. “Okay, now name one thing you can taste, this is the last one.”

You swallowed trying to figure out what you could taste in your mouth.

“I still have the taste of the spicy cinnamon gum I was chewing when we got here.” You said

“Good.” He nodded lightly “You feel better?”

You took a moment and realized that you actually were feeling better. No more trouble breathing, your heart didn’t want to beat out of your chest, your hands weren’t sweaty or shaky and you even stopped shaking your leg.

“I do, actually.” You nodded “Thanks.”

“No problem.” He replied with a small shrug “Now, do you think you could help me figure out a way to get out of here?”

You stood up from the chair and looked around, using your flashlight, until you looked up and saw some vents.

“What if we use those?” You pointed with your flashlight

“Are you sure you can handle that?”

You sighed. “I don’t know, but we can’t really stay here, can we?” You looked at him

“Alright, let’s do it then.”

You grabbed the vials and then Steve moved the chair so you both could climb up to the vents. He opened it and then got off the chair so you could go first.

You were just looking up thinking how the hell you were gonna do this. “I’ll be right behind you.” You heard him say

You looked down again and he offered you his hand, you took it and he helped you get on the chair and up the vent.

“Oh my god, oh my god..” you started saying, your voice echoing in the vents “I’m coming down, I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” He said putting his hand on your ankle “And you can’t come down because I’m already here so.”

“Oh my god.” You say, taking deep breaths trying to calm down

“You’re okay.”

“I’m dizzy..” you muttered “Oh my god.. I’m gonna throw up.”

“Hey.” He gave you a small pat on your leg “Okay, talk to me, what would you like to do when we get out of here?”

“Lay in the snow.” You replied starting to slowly move forward “I’m so hot..”

“What about when we get to the compound? What are you planning on doing?”

“Um..” you swallowed closing your eyes trying to focus on not to vomit “Take a very long shower.”

Steve managed to keep your mind busy while you guys found the exit and without even noticing, you were feeling a whole lot better. You weren’t nauseous anymore and being in that small space wasn’t really bothering you since you were too busy focusing on what he was asking you.

After a few minutes, you guys finally got out of the vents and were getting out of the base.

“Wait! Where are the files?” You turned to look at Steve

“Ah shit, I think I left them in the lab.” He rolled his eyes

“Are you kidding me? We went through all that for what then?”

He reached behind him and took out the yellow folder from his back. “You went through all that.”

You rolled your eyes as you kept on walking towards the jet. “Very funny.”

“You know, I never would’ve thought that someone like you would be claustrophobic.”

“Someone like me?” You raised an eyebrow

“A smart mouth.”

“Look who’s talking, the man who always have something to say to every single thing I say or do.”

“See? That just proves my point.” He said and you could hear a hint of cockiness in his voice

You hated when he was like that.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever, dude.”

“Hey, I thought you said you wanted to lay in the snow before we left.” He said

You turned around to look at him and he raised his brows at you. Your eyes went down to the ground watching how white and pretty the snow looked.

“I feel okay now.” You replied

“You sure? We’re not in a rush.” He continued walking until he was next to you

“Why are you being so nice?” You crossed your arms

He just stared at you for a few seconds before responding. “I’ll stop being nice then.”

“You literally hate me.” You turned around to continue your walk to the jet which was not too far now

He looked at you with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He didn’t hate you. Yeah, you weren’t his favorite person and he didn’t really like you, but hate was a strong word.

You were very close to the jet already when all of a sudden, you feel him pushing you so hard making you fall into a small mound of snow.

You gasped and quickly lifted your head to look at him.

“I don’t hate you.” He said walking passed you and you were just sitting there covered in snow looking at him, mouth slightly opened since you didn’t expect him to actually push you

“Dick..” you muttered as you got up

+ + +

Back at the compound, you went to medical, it was kinda mandatory after each mission to check that everything was okay.

Steve didn’t really bothered to go since he heals faster because of the serum. Not that he was injured anyway. Buy he usually skips that part unless he’s injured really bad.

He was standing outside of the infirmary watching as one of the paramedics was checking your blood pressure.

“So,” Nat’s voice made Steve turn his head in her direction “I heard Y/N didn’t enjoy this mission.”

“She’s okay now.” He said turning his head back to the glass to look at you

“And why are you here?”

“Just making sure everything’s fine.”

“Thought you hated her.”

He looked at her. “I don’t hate her.”

“You act like you do.” Nat shrugged

“Well I don’t.” He replied “She’s just really annoying.”

They both saw when you and the paramedic exchanged some words before he handed you a paper. You thanked him and then Natasha quickly left before you walked out of the infirmary, stopping as soon as you saw Steve standing there.

“Hi?” You looked at him frowning a little

“Hi.” He replied

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you continue to walk, him walking right next to you

“Just checking.” He shrugs “What did they say?” He looked down at the paper

“Oh, um.. they want me to talk to the psychologist.” You roll your eyes as you scrunched the paper into a ball “That won’t be happening.” You say with a low chuckle

His lips curved into a small smile. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I am, Rogers, my blood pressure is back to normal.”

“Good, that’s good.” He nods

“Sooo, um..” you cleared your throat “I guess I’ll see you around.” You say with a shrug “I told Wanda I was gonna help her in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, sure.” He said “It’s not like you’re leaving anytime soon anyway.”

“That’s right.” You smiled “I’ll see you later.”

He just gave you a small smile, a very small one, before you continued walking towards the elevator.

He did wanted you gone, but now.. not so much.

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A/n: I think I can make more parts to this 👀

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blogfullofemos · 6 months ago

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My Look Precedes Me

Based from this picture:

Synopsis: You're sitting on Eddie's bed with nothing but homework dispersed around you. And well... Baby has been in the corner... FOR FAR TOO LONG!!!

Word Count: 1k+

Warning: explicit words and a lot of angst. Italics is for flashbacks. I also believe that Eddie is very anxiety ridden, like moi. So yeah. Do what you will with that lol. Also has been proofread multiple times. (I wanna give you the best of the best okay 🥲)

Pairing: Eddie Munson + female reader

Lastly thank you so so so so so much for the shockingly amazing amount of feedback I received on my last 2 Eddie Munson blurbs. Thank you for the hearts, reblogs, and follows. Also I love the commentary cuz yes this man indeed drives me feral. But at times, he's just like me. 😭 Enjoy and let me know how you feel darling.

Eddie’s antsy. Eddie’s pissed. Better yet, if he has to deal with this any longer!! Eddie’s going to bring the upside down, downside up!! Or however the fuck they would reverse it. Sitting on a bean bag at the corner of his room, Eddie blatantly stares at you with furrowed brows. Wearing nothing but his favorite, black-ripped skinny jeans, his right leg bounces rapidly. His guitar resting still from the action as his hands fidgets all around it. Rolling his brown eyes, he presses his hand against his bottom lip to bite at the skin. Trying his best to distract himself from his fuming impatience.

For 2 and a half weeks, you’ve been…. Distant. And with no reason. The first week you started to make conversations between you two short, didn’t acknowledge when he wanted to make you the priority, and lastly you didn’t answer his phone calls. At all. You’re his girlfriend, right? Obsessively he checked if you still sported his guitar pick necklace. His heart finding some semblance of solace, as he watched your habit of twirling the pick between your fingers when talking to others, never stopped.

“Hey… Uh-umm are we o-okay?” he asks shakily. With his hands in his pockets, he picks at the skin on his fingers. Clammy, heart burning, and thoughts racing for the worst; he kept his focus trained on the gravel crunch of his shoes. Never wanting you to see the fear anticipating to implode if his assumptions rang true. “You’re too in your head, Eds.” you giggle softly. Trying to break the unnerving silence, you scatter tiny rocks with a kick but nothing changes. You give it a few more steps. “Eddie?” you say, looking beside you with worry. Taken aback, you whip your head to look behind you. With a 4ft distance, Eddie stood still. His curls lightly drift with the wind as his head remains drooped. ‘Then why didn’t you notice I stopped? You must be in your head too.’ he thinks as a sniffle betrays him. In an instant, he hears you drop the scholarly books you held close to you and run towards him. “Eddie, baby..”, “Eds you’ve done nothing wrong..”, “Baby its me, not you okay.” you rush out. And with perfect deflection, you kissed him deeply.

The 2nd week was pure Hell. You made it your mission to not cross paths anytime during class hours, and when it came to lunch. You would just sit next to him, hold his hand, and if he was lucky you would laugh at a joke he made. Eye contact was the least of your worries.

“Sooo what’s happening here?” Steve abruptly asks as he dips his french fry into ketchup. Sitting across from you at the table, Steve quirks his brow at you as your focus snaps to him. Successfully cutting your convo with Robin down completely. “What do you mean?” you laugh off.

“Well Lisa needs me.” Robin announces, quickly freeing herself from the table. Your eyebrow raises at her sudden departure, but she just smiles and waves before scurrying to whatever table Lisa is at. Who even is Lisa? You don’t realize Eddie profusely shaking his head at Steve, before smacking his hand on his face as Steve clears his throat. “You and Eddie.” you look at Eddie with confusion. With his hand covering his mouth and nose flared, he just stares at Steve. “Something’s off.” Steve finishes, biting his ketchup covered french fry. Eddie squeezes your intertwined hand with his, needing to break your inquisitive eyes from his teetering restraint. Even if it was just for a moment. Steve chuckles, “I mean…” he takes another bite to a fry “Why are you-?”

“Steve. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Eddie warns, trying his best to keep his hands at where they were.

“No. Munson. It’s… “ Steve slowly pushes the styrofoam plate aside, contemplating his next words wisely. Your eyes searched for what was to come out of Steve's mouth, but he sighs. “You are no Madonna.” Steve points at you, “And YOU!!” he points at Eddie “Are no Sean Penn!!”. In seconds your jaw drops, milk splatters onto Steve as Eddie tosses its small carton at his head, and Steve is now over the table grappling Eddie.

The taste of iron seeps within his mouth as he recollects himself from his triggering memories. Slapping his hands on each side of his bean bag chair, he shoots himself off of it. Quickly catching his guitar from falling, he swiftly places its strap on his shoulder. “I wrote a song for you.” he says heated, snatching the sheet you were filling out and crumbling it.

“EDS!!” you yell out in shock, trying to snatch the balled-up paper from him but he puts it in his mouth. Before you could even say anything, he scratches his pick against his guitar strings. The scratchy sounds reverberating throughout his room loudly, since he always has his amp on max. Chewing the paper, he strums a quick solo, spitting the saliva-soaked blob at you. Disgusted you watch him headbang to a heavy riff, “WHY ARE YOU DRAGGING ME ALONG, SO FUCKING HIGH STRUNG, ANOTHER DAY OF THIS AND WE’LL BE DONE!!” he bursts out, strumming his guitar strings like he was punching it.

Your heart sank as he continues the angry riff, his brown eyes twitching as tears slowly begin to creep their way out. “LOVE YOU BUT IT JUST SEEMS TO BE FUN, YEAH EDDIE, THAT’S A GOOD ONE!! DOES SHE LOVE YOU, DOES SHE EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE WANTS!!” he continues. The vein in his neck protrudes from how loud he was screaming. You nibble on your bottom lip, your eyes welling up, but Eddie didn’t care to stop. Because when did you ever 'cared' to stop? Your intense stare never once faltering as he stalks towards your laid-back body. “CUZ IF SHE WANTS TO UP AND R-.” his voice cracks as his eyes winces, heavy tears running down his cheeks. His nose flares as he struggles to breathe, his hands not keeping up the harsh tempo. Opening his mouth, you scream “MY PARENTS ARE PLANNING TO SEND ME AWAY!!”.

“What?” Steve says, thrown back and silencing his guitar strings eerie screeching. Finally, you explain your past actions followed by a full blown breakdown. Believing you were invincible, your father always seemed to catch you in an act. And this one labelled you his grandest mistake. During a rage fit, “NO DAUGHTER OF MINE WILL BE WITH A DRUGGED-OUT LOSER!!” you repeated to Eddie. Causing Eddie to turn away from you, walk a few steps away, and plop on the end of his bed. Your father gave you an ultimatum. If you chose Eddie, he would send you away to live with your great grandmother. Well more like take care of your prudish great-grandmother. But if you chose different, then life goes as usual. And the only way he knew you weren't seeing Eddie, is if you focused on getting your grades up. Eddie looks up to his ceiling, bemused on how oblivious he was in all of this. The puzzle finally putting itself together.

“BUT- but I choose you Eddie.” you cry, quickly placing your hand on top of his. Eddie stared at the walls while you vented out your frustration, silently crying. He hates your dad. But he understood his smothering defense. If they were to reverse roles, he would've done the same. But God he felt so wrong for placing all of his pent-up rage towards you. It wasn’t you who was pulling away, it was your family prying you off of him. Broken, he finally looks at you with soaked lashes, “A drugged-out loser huh.” he sadly repeats your father’s remark. You pout. Bringing him close, you rest his head on your chest. The strong sound of your heart beat causing him to sob.

As it was the first time he ever heard a precious thing give texture to his ostracized existence.

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 6 months ago

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Moi Devochki: Chapter 5

Warnings: talk of attempted sa, canon typical violence, slight angst

Word count: 2621

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The sight your Alpha’s met with makes her see red. Steve next to your naked body, his pants off and his cock hard, his one hand is wrapped around your throat so tight she can tell you're struggling for air as the other holds your legs up as prepares to enter you. She hopes and prays she's not too late.

“Get the fuck off her!!” she shouts as she rushes for him

He shakes his head and growls, “My Omega.”

Her fist collides with his face repeatedly and he stumbles away from you, allowing you to breathe normally again. He growls and swings at her, she doges and lands a kick to his abdomen. He grunts in pain and Yelena runs into the room to help. She gets there in time to see Steve land a hit to Nats face but Clint quickly pulls him away from her and Buckys metal arm wraps around Steves neck as he holds him there in a choke hold. The blond struggles to free himself from his friends grasp.

Nat looks at him, her rage burning like a fire in her eyes, “You grebanaya svin'ya(fucking pig)!!” she shouts as her fist connects with his face several more times. “I should kill you for touching her!!” she growls

Yelena pulls her sister from Steve, “Go, take care of Y/n. I can handle this bol'noy ublyudok(sick bastard).” she says, sending a kick to his ribs.

Natasha eyes him wearily before her eyes drift over to you. She can see how frightened you are, she rushes to you. Her nose crinkles as she takes in your scent, its none of you and all of Steve. Her hands quickly untie the rope holding your legs before she pulls your pants back up for you., “I’m here medovyy(honey), I’ve got you.” she says before moving to untie your hands as well.

You had felt relieved when you first saw her enter the room and attack Steve, but now you just wanted to be untied and get away from everyone, the amount of Alphas in the room was almost overwhelming to you. You felt violated and disgusted and you wanted nothing more than to be alone in your old bedroom after a very long and hot shower.

After she frees you from the ropes she quickly hands you her sweatshirt which you gratefully take from her before slipping it on. She reaches a hand towards you but you brush past her and dash through the apartments living room.

She sadly watches you run from her, “What did you do to her?” she growls. Steve chuckles at her question but gives her no answer. “What the hell did you do to my Omega?!” she shouts as she punches him once again

“Maybe she doesn't want to be yours anymore. Maybe she sees how bad of an Alpha you really are.” he wheezes out.

Yelena kicks him in the ribs again and Clint punches him as Bucky tightens his hold on the soldier's neck, “Shut up Rogers, Nat’s ten times the Alpha you are.” the archer says

As you go to flee the apartment you don’t even bat an eye as you walk past Sharons unconscious form on the floor before stepping out into the hallway. You do however still when you see Wanda infront of you in the hall.

“Y/n…” she whispers, she is so relieved to see you, but she doesn't miss the look on your face. Were you not happy to see her, did you not want her there? You simply nod in greeting as you move to continue down the hallway. Confused by your behavior she grabs your arm but retracts her hold immediately when you let out a growl.

You quickly head for the SUV they arrived in and get in. You sit there mad at yourself, you hadn’t meant to growl at Wanda but right now you really didn’t want to be around anyone or touched by anyone. Still you could have used your words instead of just ignoring and upsetting both your mates.

Tears fill Wandas eyes as she watches you head for the car. You had never growled at her before, and honestly she's not sure she's ever heard you growl. Her attention is brought to the apartments doorway when movement catches her eye.

“Did she say anything to you?” your Alpha asks, sadness on her face despite the relief of finding you

“No. She…she growled at me.” the Sokovian admits. This worries Natasha even more, why would you growl at the Omega.

Back inside Buckys grip on Steves neck never loosens as the other two continue to let him have it. Nat had already given his face a few bruises but Clint decided it wasn’t enough. His fists pound into the blonds face, he can see the blood drip from the Alphas crooked nose and split lip, still he's not satisfied. He throws a few more punches, only stopping when he sees a tooth fly from Steves mouth.

Yelena had focused her attacks on Steves rib cage. Her kicks were hard enough that she was sure his ribs and lungs would be bruised for weeks. She adds in a few punches for good measure. When they're done Bucky releases the soldiers neck only to shove him to the floor.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he growls out

Steve shakes his head, “I just wanted what was mine. My Omega.”

Yelena kicks him again, “Not yours. Y/n was never yours, she's my sisters mate and you are a sorry excuse for an Alpha and Avenger.”

“If you ever try to pull something like this again or even come near Y/n, Wanda or Nat I will gladly put an arrow between your eyes.” Clint tells him sternly

Eventually they join your mates out in the apartments hallway. “Where's Y/n, and why aren't the two of you with her?” Yelena asks

“She's in the car.” Nat replies, “I don’t think she wants to be around us right now.”

“Of course she wants to be near you both Nat” Clint says

She shakes her head, “She couldn’t even look at me Clint, and she ran when I tried to touch her.”

“She growled at me.” Wanda adds

Clint sighs, “Well why don’t we get her home? Maybe being there will help calm her and we can get her talking to make sure she's alright.”

The rest agree with him and fill the SUV. You don't speak the entire way home and refuse to even look at any of the others, you can however feel their eyes on you the entire ride home and the attention puts you further on edge. Upon arrival at the compound you allow them to lead you to the elevator which you ride in with them from the garage level to the level you all lived on.

Once the doors open you don’t wait, you shuffle past them all and head straight to your old bedroom, double locking the door behind you. You quickly strip, the sweatshirt from Nat is the only thing that doesn't get thrown into the trash on your way to the shower.

Wanda lets out a whine as she sees you enter your old bedroom without saying even one word to anyone. Nat worries about what Steves done to you.

Bucky notices this and his brows furrow, “I hate to ask, but did he…” he can’t bring himself to finish the question

Your Alphas lip trembles, “I..I don’t know.” she admits. She was too busy freeing you from being tied and helping you redress that she hadn’t looked to see if he claimed you. What would she do if he had and you weren’t hers anymore? Or what if Steve was right and you simply didn’t want to be her mate anymore because she failed at keeping you safe?

“She smells just like Steve, what was happening when you found her?” Wanda asks as she sadly looks at Natasha.

Your Alpha lowers her head, “She was tied to his bed with her shirt ripped off and her pants around her ankles. Steve was…he was naked from the waist down.”

Your Omega whines again. She hates Steve for hurting you. She wants nothing more than to wrap you up in her nest and cuddle you. Your Alpha wishes she had beat Steve more, if he shows up at the compound anytime soon she’ll break his jaw. Her mate is hurting and she doesn't even know how to help, hell she doesn't even know if you still were her mate.

You turn the water on and wait for the steam to fill the bathroom before you get in. The feeling of the hot water on your skin is exactly what you needed, you don’t care that it burns slightly. You wash your hair and scrub yourself at least four times before you finally deem yourself clean enough.

You can’t help the lump that forms in your throat when your eyes catch a glimpse of your wrists as you put on clothes. They're practically rubbed raw from the rope and are bright red in color. You put Nats hoodie on in order to cover them and feel the familiar warmth that comes from breathing in her scent.

Suddenly there's a knock at your door, “Y/n, medovyy(honey)?” Nat says. You hesitate to answer, not sure if you'd be comfortable around your mates yet or not. “My Omega please, I need to see you” Your Alpha tries again

She holds her breath as she hears you undoing the locks. Her eyes light up as she sees you in her sweatshirt, but her face falls as she sees the large bruise on your cheek. She hates how sad your eyes are, empty of their usual light and warmth.

“Can I come in? To look you over or injuries, to make sure you're ok?” she asks, you can see the desperation in her eyes. You were gone from her for almost two days, she felt helpless and scared. She needs to be with you so she knows you're really here. You don’t say anything but you open the door wider and step aside, giving her room to enter. She quickly does and after you've shut the door she motions for you to take a seat on your bed.

You sit, rather stiffly at first but when she slowly reaches out and runs a hand through your still damp hair you relax. Her touch is caring and gentle, just like her and nothing like him. Your arms suddenly wrap around her hips pulling her closer to you, you bury your face into her stomach as you begin to cry uncontrollably.

Her arms wrap around you, “You're safe now, I’m right here. I won’t let him touch you ever again.” She goes to shift positions but you tighten your grip on her, afraid she’ll leave. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere. I just want to be able to hold you. Is that ok?”

You nod and release her, she sits next to you and pulls you onto her lap and you snuggle into her. She holds you securely as if she's afraid Steve will reappear and try to pry you from her hold. Her fingers caress your side and you purr for her, god did she miss that sound.

“I was scared” you mumble into her chest

“So was I.” she admits

.“He hurt me…”

“Show me where, please?” she asks. You nod and turn so she can see your cheek, you watch as her brows furrow. Her hand gently cups your face and she leans down pressing a soft kiss on your bruised skin. “Did he hit you?”

You nod, “He didn’t like that I fought his advances.”

She lets out a protective growl as she cuddles you closer, after a bit you pull away from her intent on showing her your other injuries. You raise your hands and pull the sleeves of her sweatshirt down far enough for the burn marks from the rope to show.

Her hand grabs both of yours and gently tugs them up to her face, she plants a gentle kiss on the angry red skin before placing your hands in your lap. “I’ll see if Bruce has any sort of ointment we can use to help those feel better.”

You nod before wordlessly reaching for the hoodies neckline, you pull it down and when she sees the bruising imprint of Steves hand there, her anger reignites in full. She growls again as she gently nuzzles into your neck, covering you with her scent. She's so relieved to see the only bonding marks you had were hers and Wandas.

“I missed you, my Alpha” you admit

Happy tears form in her eyes, she has you back. “I missed you too, my Omega. So much.”

“Can we go cuddle in our nest? I want to see Wanda.” you tell her

“Of course we can. She’ll be so happy to see you.” She says as she stands with you still in her arms.

Your arms wrap around her neck as she carries you to your shared bedroom. She walks in with you and you can see Wanda curled in the nest. She looks so sad and lonely, she doesn't even turn to see who has entered the bedroom. You motion for your Alpha to put you down. She does and you carefully make your way to the nest.

You sit down next to her and her gaze moves to you, “Y/n?” she asks, as if she's afraid you're a figment of her imagination

“Hi baby.” you say as your hand reaches for her. You can see her eyes light up as she hears your voice. She grabs your hand and pulls you into her arms, you let out a chuckle as she snuggles into you. “I’m sorry I growled at you earlier, I was very upset and overwhelmed.”

She nods, “I understand detka(baby), I forgive you. Are you ok?”

“I have some injuries, but I’ll be ok.” you say as you turn allowing her to see your cheek

She gasps as she takes in the deep bruise, her hand gently cups your face and she runs her thumb over your cheek, “He hit you?” You nod.

“Svoloch'(bastard) choked her too, his damn handprints on her throat.” Your Alpha growls as she joins you both in the nest.

Wanda looks at you with unshed tears in her eyes, you pull her closer to you in an attempt to show her that you're ok, that you're right here. “I missed you so much, I was scared I’d never see you again.”

“I was scared too, but I knew I’d see you again. I knew our Alpha would find me.” you admit, you watch as Natasha subconsciously puffs her chest out with pride

Wanda settles into your embrace, “You smell like Tasha” She hums

“She might have gone a little overboard with scenting me.” you tease

The Alpha blushes slightly, “I-I just want to make sure everyone knows, you're off limits. You're mine. My Omega, my mate. I only share with Wanda”

You smile at her words, and smile even wider when you feel her cuddle into your back. Wanda's tucked into your front still and her purr rumbles in her chest. You purr as well when you feel your Alpha drape her arm over your waist to hold you, she laces her hand with your Omegas.

You were still upset about your ordeal but being here with them like this, it felt calm and safe. You never wanted to leave them again.

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murasaki-cha · 20 days ago

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Cale and the Soos but Gen Z

(ft. Choi Han, Alberu and Rosalyn)

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Cale: when I say I have "main character energy," I mean the nerdy introvert with anxiety and a general distaste for humans - Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Cale* Cale: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10. -

Cale: Babygirl I have health problems that would make a grown man cry- yeah of course I'm still going to work what are you talking about

Cale: I love having trauma from an alarmingly young age because when I can't remember stuff from my childhood I get to play a game called "Is This Normal Memory Loss From Growing Up, Or Do I Have Severe Trauma-Induced Memory Repression?" Choi Jung Soo: Oh word Alberu: Preach Choi Han: Fr Eruhaben: Genuinely what in the- Sui Khan: Louder Eruhaben: YOU ARE 13 WHA-

Sui Khan: 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering. Sui Khan: Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.' Cale pointing: You see where I got it from?

Rosalyn, eating cake: No wonder Marie Antoinette didn't give a fuck, this shit is good Cale: so true girl

Cale: when Billie Eillish said "I cant escape the way I love you" every gen z kid with attachment issues felt that Alberu: So you felt that? Cale: I felt that too much Alberu: Also who is Billie Eillish? Choi Jung Soo slamming the door open: bITC-

Cale: bitches b like “I'm baby” but have childhood trauma and neglect like wtf do u know about being baby u were forced to grow up from an early age anyways I’m bitches

Rosalyn going to her lesson with Eruhaben: Eruhaben-nim, are we cooking today or what! Eruhaben: Rosalyn, we aren’t… in the kitchen?

Cale: With all this tasks I'm getting from the gods sometimes I wish I was Jared 19 so I never read Birth Of A Hero...

Alberu: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so... Cale: Mood

Heavenly Demon: do you guys know the meaning of patriarchy? Choi Jung Soo: I prefer Spongebob tbh Heavenly Demon: One more word from you Sword Demon and I swear-

Cale: Can I go outside to say a word to god? Choi Han: Yea. Rosalyn: You go outside and start yelling ‘hey what the heck are you!- then ZAP! Cale: I've questioned god before and I haven't died yet.

Choi Jung Soo: I so wish I had a cat personality but I have such a dog personality like I would do everything for your approval, do you want me to fetch your stick just for a lil treat , hell yeah I would with pleasure! Choi Han: Oh that's what it was!

Choi Jung Soo: Physically, yes, I could fight a bird. But emotionally? *Sees Sui Khan's cute 13 yo child appearance staring daggers at him* Choi Jung Soo: Imagine the toll.

Cale: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress

Cale: A weight blanket is not enough I need to be compressed into a .zip file

Cale with a wine glass in hand: Existence is the enemy The group also with wine glasses in their hands: Cheers to that

Cale: Sometimes that sad feeling is due to low blood sugar, and sometimes it's from decades of history. Not that complex

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chaesparklez · 8 months ago

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familiarity | seok matthew x reader

wc: 3.2k

reader: femme afab

warnings: 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI

heavily gendered descriptions, fingering f!receiving, vaginal sex, slightly rough sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside, matthew is a little forceful but consent is still clear!

synopsis:

‘was he always that strong? had his smile always been that beautiful?’

a hazy summer day with your childhood best friend takes a very unexpected turn. two beating hearts, lingering gazes and dark thoughts lead to something more.

a/n: cross posted on wattpad and ao3 by moi. available on both platforms through user @/chaesparkle

"matthew stop! i'm serious, stop!" you begged between giggles as matthew chased you with a hose.

"NEVERR!" he booms in a mock-villain voice before flashing that big goofy grin of his and continuing to attack you.

a hot summer day spent at matthew's house, the two of you had somehow went from mowing the lawn to a crazed water fight.

you both sprinted around the lawn barefoot soaking each other with water before you finally yielded and declared him the winner of the stupid battle, to which he did a goofy celebration dance and sung in joy.

"ha ha, i win, you lose!" he sings in the most irritating tone ever. you can't help but scoff and smile to yourself at how happy he looks.

ever since you were toddlers, you and matthew had been the best of friends. you'd played with teddies and action figures together, walked to school together, gone on family holidays with all your parents together.

you'd grown apart a little after you'd moved away, but coming back to your hometown and spending summers with him connected you with the warm familiarity of your childhood best friend, and you had always found yourself chatting and squabbling like no time had passed. you hated to admit it, but you were both very dear to eachother.

but right now, he was just being his usual annoying self.

"for god's sake matthew, you don't have to do a celebration dance every time you win something!" you whine, raising your arm to punch him on the shoulder.

"or what?" he says, grabbing your wrist mid-air to halt it.

a second passes between you, the humid summer air suddenly blanketing around you uncomfortably. matthew looks right into your eyes, panting gently with that sunny smile on his face, seemingly unaware of the effect he'd had on you. your eyes waver, lost for a moment in his deep brown gaze.

in that loaded moment you became aware of his half buttoned shirt and the muscled chest that rose and fell against yours, glistening beads of water sitting on his smooth skin. his grip on your wrist is firm and your flesh in contact with his seems to tingle.

was he always that strong? had his smile always been that beautiful?

you snapped out of your trance shocked at your wandering thoughts. truthfully speaking, you had budding feelings for him ever since you moved out and found yourself missing his presence beside you everyday. but you'd always pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind.

because he was just... matthew. your matthew. cute adorable matthew. though he looked far from adorable with wet hair and his shirt unbuttoned like that...

'what the hell?? get a damn grip.' you mentally scolded yourself, your once again strange thoughts making you shudder.

besides, what was the point in nurturing feelings for him? you could tell by the way he treated you like a little brother that he'd never see you that way. the easy thing to do was just carry on like always.

matthew observed you in this reverie, furrowing his brows.

"you good?" he asked, slight concern behind his eyes.

"..yeah, duh, why wouldn't i be?" you shoot back, removing your wrist with an awkward cough.

"because you're being a weirdo, weirdo." he jabs, poking your forehead with a grin on his face.

that was it. you start chasing eachother all over again, him running and you screeching abuse at him loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear.

never a boring day with him, honestly.

you both crash through the front door and raid the freezer for popsicles, sweating and out of breath from both the heat outside and your demented tussle. matthew sits on the couch while you splay yourself out on the cool floor, both licking your popsicles absentmindedly.

"where's your mom?" you ask, turning onto your side and resting your head on your palm.

"on some bachelorette trip. you know our neighbour linda? she's getting married for the third time."

"husband number three already? damn, the woman's getting more action than me." you laugh in amusement.

"anyone can get more action than you, loser."

"um, excuse me!" you reply in mock offence clutching your chest. 'i am not a loser. i'm the picture of charm and sensuality.' you toss your hair and snoot your nose up at him.

"sure you are, marilyn monroe." he scoffs.

"you're just jealous you don't get bitches like me."

"oh really? have we forgotten what happened with keeho?"

you choke on your popsicle and go into a coughing fit, caught off guard by the mention of matthew's friend who'd asked you out a while ago.

"that was just a fluke..." you mumbled.

"i don't think so."

"it was!"

"you scared him off for life, man!" matthew exclaims, bursting into laughter at the memory.

matthew had introduced keeho to you at a mutual friend's birthday party a few years ago. you didn't talk much but he ended up asking you on a date- and your awkward teenage self had been too shy to say no. so... you went on a truly disastrous date with him that ended in you bursting into nervous laughter and lapsing into vine references when you thought he was going to kiss you.

needless to say, he was not interested after that.

"i genuinely need to ask why of all vine references you chose the krusty krab one.."

"i don't know," you groaned.

he continues laughing. "you literally sung the whole song while he just sat there. were you trying to join american idol?" he snorts.

"SHUT UP MAN," you complain. the sight of you cringing and embarrassed only makes him laugh harder. you narrow your eyes for revenge.

'okay, riddle me this then! why the hell did you decide a good way to confess to belle was to sing that cringy song for her in a fedora?? in front of the whole class?'

"hey, we were nine years old! and the fedora was fitting for the time."

"i'm afraid no time period excuses the abomination that is a fedora hat."

"you know she loved it."

"she literally laughed in your face and bullied you for the rest of the year."

"duh, because she was shocked at her overwhelming feelings for me and the aggression was a coping mechanism!"

you burst into laughter at how nonsensical this conversation was getting and shake your head. honestly sometimes this boy just talks to talk.

"your brain is strange as fuck, man. no girl can understand your thought process."

"apart from you." he responds absentmindedly.

a beat.

"yeah. apart from me." you respond after a second, heart thumping again like earlier. you quickly turn away from him, flustered and wanting to hide the blush seeping onto your cheeks.

you take the remote and hurriedly switch on the tv to distract yourself. watching for a while, you eventually zone out and forget about the weird moments earlier. you still feel tired from the water fight and stretch out on the floor. the white sundress with delicate tie straps you wear is still a little damp, the cotton cool against your skin.

"um.. why don't you get off the floor? you're wearing white, too." matthew comments, voice constricting suddenly,

"i don't wanna."

oblivious, you smile and stretch your limbs out. 'it's comfy here. you should lie down too.'

"i'm good." he replies a second too late, eyes wavering.

you prop yourself up on your elbows. "why not? come, lie down."

"forget it."

"whyy?" you whine, in a mood to annoy him since he wasn't responding. you begin chanting at a million syllables a second: 'why why why why why why why why why wh-'

then all of a sudden he is lying down... on top of you. his body over yours with his hand over your mouth to silence you.

what you were unaware of was that matthew's heart had also been racing for you. and maybe it was the balmy summer heat, or your mischievous smile, or the way the sunlight shone on your skin that he just wanted to stroke and kiss every inch of.

but he had been overtaken by all consuming desire.

hands gripping the sofa cushion with his teeth gritted, matthew had felt his bulge strain against his shorts. the tantalising view of you laying before him had drove him near madness. the creamy skin of your shoulders on display and visible nipples underneath the white fabric made him increasingly aware of the blood rushing to his cock. an angelic ingénue surrounded by a soft halo of hair splayed on the floor. a soft white peach ready for him to devour.

and the way you called out to him completely unaware of your dress riding up to show your coquettish pink panties, the flimsy tie strap falling down, so easy for him to untie with a simple tug of the string...

he had acted before thinking and found himself on top of you. the way your eyes widened and the heat of your warm breath on his palm didn't alleviate the pounding in his heart.

and now here you are, inches apart on the cool floor.

you stare into each others eyes for several seconds, the air heavy and peppered with the distant sounds of cicadas outside. something in his gaze had changed as he stares at you intensely. you'd never seen him look at you like that before.

"you can't just tell me to lie down without a care in the world. i'm a man too, you know." he says in a low voice.

"..w-what do you mean?" you whisper, voice catching in your throat.

his jaw clenches for a second before he breaks into a smirk and fixes the strap that had fallen off your shoulder.

"did you know your dress is see through?" he whispers, fingers tracing circles on your shoulder.

your face heats up at the realisation of what he's been seeing the whole time. your heart starts pounding.

with a soft smile, matthew closes his eyes and kisses you gently. your eyes flutter shut and you kiss back shyly, heart pounding knowing that deep down you'd been wishing for this to happen. his lips taste of strawberries and cream.

and your desire becomes even clearer when you feel his growing erection against your pelvis. a wave of pleasure washes through your body, starting from your wet core and blooming in your sternum. you deepen the kiss, hungry for him.

"please. want you so bad." he moans between your lips before burying his head in the crevice of your neck and planting hot kisses on your skin.

as he sucks and nibbles at your neck he runs a finger along your drenched panties, prompting a sharp intake of air from you at his touch. in a rushed movement he removes your panties with one hand and begins to massage your throbbing clit in circular motions.

"you're so wet for me already." he remarks breathlessly,

"oh my god, matthew..." you moan in sheer euphoria.

he slides a finger into your core while stimulating your clit with his thumb and you gasp in pleasure. kissing you deeply, he runs his tongue along the line of your teeth and you softly bite his bottom lip in response. matthew slides another finger into your center prompting a deep moan.

"mmnh, keep going," you whimper, the feeling of his fingers inside you combined with the stimulation to your clit almost being too much to bear.

eyes fixated on your face, he begins to rub your clit intermittently. going at it then stopping for a second before repeating the process several times when he felt you were getting close. this only increases your yearning and you whimper in submission, hips grinding to match the pace of his fingers whenever they made contact with your dripping wet core.

head spinning, whimpers escape your lips as he edges you. he begins to space out his movements, going a few more seconds without touching you each time. this drives you insane and you find your body being controlled like a puppet on strings under his touch. your pelvis jerks sharply now whenever his fingers made contact with your clit, mouth muttering indecipherable words, eyes shut tight and cheeks flushed. you feel your climax coming closer already.

"ah, matthew... that feels so good.." you moan softly.

he regards you for a second, taking in your tear stained cheeks and swollen lips. the view of you an utter mess just from his fingers sends him on a further descent into madness and he kisses your neck hungrily as if to consume you.

he couldn't take it anymore. he had to take you right here on the floor.

hastily pulling down his pants to reveal his fully grown erection, he pumps it a couple of times before aligning it with your throbbing pussy. running the tip up and down the length of it to wetten his cock. you take a sharp intake of breath in response, head spinning from the stimulation.

just before he enters you, he locks eyes with you and brushes the hair out of your face.

"are you sure?" he breathes, pupils wavering.

you nod with yearning, and he smiles and kisses your forehead.

with painstaking care he pushes his cock inside you inch by inch, allowing your pussy to get used to his size.

you throw your head back and moan as your pussy takes his girthy length, a mixture of pain and pleasure making it throb like crazy. a tear escapes your eye from the pressure. matthew wipes it away gently with the back of his hand and brushes the hair out of your eyes.

"such a good girl. you're taking my cock so well for me." he whispers. the sound of his impassioned voice combined with the feeling of him inside you sends a wave of pleasure throughout your body.

he fucks you slowly, deliberately, tip hitting your g spot with every impassioned thrust making your pussy clench tantalisingly around his length.

you throw your head back and feel his cool fingers trace the line of your neck running down to your shoulder, where with a gentle tug he undoes the tie of your sundress. the soft material slips off easily revealing your pert breasts. he cups one in his hand and licks tantalisingly at your hardened nipple, biting gently prompting a soft yelp from you.

you run your hands through his thick hair, gazing up at him between half lidded eyes. as you make eye contact he kisses you once again. you moan between his lips in ecstasy at the sensation of his strong hands exploring your body and his soft lips on yours.

in a swift movement he picks you up off the floor and presses your body against the wall, your arms around his neck for support while he hold you by your legs. you gasp as your back makes contact with the cold wall and center throbs once again at his effortless show of strength. his muscled arms flex as they grip your thighs, hips moving rapidly as he begins to pound you.

you cry out deeply as you receive his sloppy thrusts, pussy clenching tighter around his length driving him crazy.

"ah! f-fuck.. oh my god...matthew, i.." you moan desperately, unable to form a sentence at the way the feeling of his cock inside you clouds your mind.

he lets out a moan at the amalgam of sensations you're making him feel; the feeling of being inside your throbbing pussy, the way his arms burn from holding you against the wall, and your fucked out face right before him unable to do anything but stammer and take his cock. eyes watering, cheeks red, face contorted in a visage of pleasure.

he has you laying on the couch beneath him in a flash with your legs wrapped around his thighs while you lay gazing up at him fucking you in a trance, hair a fluffy mess and sweat glistening on his skin.

he's struggling not to cum from the view beneath him, your perfect tits bouncing with the movement driving him insane. you can feel your high slowly creeping up on you as his thrusts grow stronger, prompting a loud moan from you at every single movement.

"fuck.. matthew... i'm close.." you manage to choke out as your eyes flutter closed in euphoria, focusing on feeling how wet your pussy is and the way matthew's cock gradually brings you to orgasm.

"me too. cum for me baby, come on." he rasps.

and the moment washes over you both like water. he moans deeply as he finishes, hot cum pumping inside you while your walls clench around him milking his cock of every drop of cum. simultaneously you moan with your eyes closed and palm on your forehead, hips undulating as you ride out your orgasm.

in a daze, you open your eyes lazily as he pulls out, cum seeping out of your center making your pussy twitch. matthew leans down to kiss you, his cheeks flushed from the exertion. in that moment, you realise just how much you've fallen for him. you kiss back passionately and whisper: "thank you.." through half lidded eyes.

the late afternoon sunshine shines through the net curtains casting an array of shapes onto yours and matthew's skin.

you lay in a tangle of white bedsheets, unclothed and in a state of giggly bliss. matthew's hair is still a little damp from the shower you'd taken together- him insisting on soaping your body and making sure you weren't aching too much from the session. he'd even towelled you dry and brought you snacks afterwards.

and now he's here whispering sweet nothings into your ear and tracing circles on your palm, sunlight shining a golden glow on his milky skin.

you kiss his neck and he lets out a soft laugh, peering down at you and tucking your hair behind your ear before planting a kiss on your temple.

"was it not sudden to you?" he asks.

"hm?" you reply.

"what we just did.." he says, sentence trailing off as his cheeks pinken a little.

you laugh at his sudden docility, so different from the boldness he had showed just an hour ago. you prop your head up on your hand then interlock your fingers with his, gazing into his eyes.

"no," you answer. you stroke his knuckles with your thumb softly. 'i've felt this way about you for a while.'

"really?"

"mhmm."

"how didn't i notice before? i mean... i've liked you for a long time."

"because you're stupid." you burst out into giggles. 'why else do you think i bombed it with keeho?'

his eyebrows raise in surprise.

"wait, so... you mean you did that on purpose? because you liked me?"

you laugh and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"i'm surprised you didn't find out earlier."

"hmmm," he replies in mock thought. 'so you seduced me on purpose today?'

"oh, that was completely by chance. i told you im irresistible."

"well, that's true..." he says, before pulling the sheet over your heads and planting a thousand kisses all over your body.

you yelp and laugh and ruffle his hair as he kisses your neck, your breasts, your waist, before he sinks further down to plant a kiss on your pelvis. he looks up at you like a golden retriever and you both know you're ready to start this all over again.

he smiles that gorgeous smile of his. the smile that's always been there ever since you were kids. your beautiful matthew.

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simp-ly-writes · 1 month ago

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Love and Zombies (pt.2)

─────── · · A Smosh FanFic

Pairing: Spencer "Brody" Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: Your's and Spencers journey continues, what new characters will you meet, what secrets will be uncovered, and in the end, was it all just an act? Or was something really there?

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, enemies to lovers, protectiveness, jealousy, angst, tension, fluff, light swearing, mutual pining, confessions, friends to lovers, cheesy, social media au (near the end).

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 3,431 | PART ONE

─ · · A/N: Happy Thanksgiving Long Weekend to all my fellow Canadians out there!! Please stay safe and have a relaxing time 🫶 (y/c/n) = your characters name.

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Rushing towards the kitchen you waved hello to Ian and Anthony quickly before standing in line for a cup of coffee, staring at your phone as you checked your messages a tap on your shoulder had you looking up to see Spencer, with multiple coffee's in hand.

"Pour Moi?" you joked in a poor French accent, raising a brow. "Qui, c'est pour toi," Spencer replied in equally broken French, handing you the coffee before moving to an open table with your stocked plates. "How are you finding things in front of camera?" Spencer asked after swallowing down a bite as you held up your hand to swallow and replied, "Its... different." Struggling to find the right expression.

"Like I mean, it's fun but i'm nervous people won't like me in the video whenever this'll come out. My character kinda is... well a bit naïve in some ways and what if they-"

Spencer reached over the table, grabbing your hand as your sentence gradually slowed to a halt. "I think people are going to love your character and not to brag or anything but our dynamic? perfect concept and execution and something they have not really seen a lot of before. And hell, if they hate it then they hate it but you are having fun right?"

"Yes, a load of fun actually," you smile, nodding your head along to his words, your heart having yet to slow as he gives your hand once last squeeze, "good, that's all that matters," before letting go.

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Back in front of the cameras and bright lights, you turned surprised to see Shayne sitting back across from you as you took to your seats. "And here I was thinking you were dead as dust?" you commented with a sarcastic tone, squinting your eyes as you examined Shaynes outfit yet finding no clues.

"Save it for when the cameras start rolling, I have something good planned," he replies before going to find Courtney so that the shoot can start. "Cast to positions," Alex calls from behind a monitor, observing the various camera angels for any faults before counting you all in for an introduction that Spencer takes.

"Hello and welcome back to Smosh Dread or Smosh Verses Zombies, I don't know what title we are calling this just yet. And here I am joined by both some familiar faces..." his arm drapes across the back of your chair with a smug expression and you can't help but stare at the reflection in his glasses and the freckles underneath his eye- "and a new one as well it seems..."

"Whassap???" Shayne strains his voice, it cracking yet sounding like he is higher than any plane in the sky. "My names Ronnie and I-ah, I don't actually remember why the fuck i'm here but this is chill, i guess-"

"We almost got mauled by zombies and took you off the side of the street just in time and all you have to say about this all is that its chill?" Courtney asks, tone raising to an accusatory one as she places her hands on her hips, eyebrows furrowed. "Uhhh, well... yeahhh, I guess?"

"You guess?"

"Yeah... I gue-"

"Alrightly!" you clap your hands bringing everyones eyes to you, "I say we keep heading towards the bay, thats were they are housing the cure and everyone else thats safe... right?" You look into everyones eyes at the table before holding Spencer- Brody's gaze.

"Sounds right to me babe, now lets get our asses back into the truck and make a move," Spencer rallies, sending you a wink that has your cheeks warming, your hands rushing to cover them in time as his hand falls to your shoulder, rubbing small circles of encouragement for you to show your face once again. "Wait... what direction are we heading in again, babe?"

And all romance was lost once more, shooting your head up to glare at your... boyfriend? Are we canonically dating now, or? You shake your head to get rid of the thoughts, already forgetting the context of the situation you are in as Brody groans beside you. "I'm just double checking, sheesh. No need to get all moody on me-"

"You like me when I'm moody, it's why we got together in the first place," you retort with a bite, you both seemingly have forgotten the other two players and Dungeon Master at the table as they all look back and fourth between one another, allowing the scene to play out in front of them live. "You're right," Brody said back, tone noticeably a lot softer and so was your gaze.

"This is like the first time you have agreed with me openly!" you announce, eyes pressing into a toothy grin watching his eyes roll and cheeks paint themselves pink as well. What I wouldn't give to kiss you on the cheek right now, is all you can think to yourself, mindlessly nodding along to what George Primavera, the Dungeon Master had been saying as you sneak looks at Spencer- Brody.

And seemingly knowing what you were thinking in that exact moment, your eyes meet before Spencers are dropping to your lips with a shake of his head that has you pinching yourself.

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The game continues and so does your's and Spencers small touches that have you questioning when the acting stopped, or at least on your behalf as you allow your cheeks to consistently warm and your head to drop to his shoulder as you observed Courtney pull a brick from the tower. Your hand gripping his fore arm anxiously, his fingertips from his other hand grazing the back of your hand gently.

There is no way he is this good, right? You question to yourself, breath hitching as Spencers hand moves to interlace with your own as the tower shakes you press something up into the sleeve of Brody's shirt. "Please, be careful!" you call out, eyes blinking rapidly as you will yourself to tears.

"Zombies are banging on the door, if you do not successfully pull in the next 10 seconds Savanah, I will be counting it as an automatic loss," George announces and you choke back a sob. "Savanah, please, I believe in you!"

"Shut up babe, let her focus. She dosen't need to hear you yelling her name but you can scream-" you place your hand overtop of Brodys mouth with a glare before he kisses the inside of your hand that has you shaking the "germs" away with mock disgust.

Once Savanah had successfully pulled to all of the tables cheers you turned to Spencer as Savanah and Ronnie held their own conversation, you both trying to find the next best past forwards as the roads were completely ruined up ahead.

"I thought you were not into all the physical lovey-dovey stuff, Brody?" you teased, interlacing your fingers will fighting off a school-girl like giggle that had your company gagging obnoxiously from across the table as you both moved to flip them the bird.

"Eh, erm-" Brody struggled for words, starting to pull away from your touch, starting to feel small before you yanked him closer than before, your noses brushing up against one another. Spencers mouth proceeds to open and close like a fish out of water as you cup his cheek, enjoying the corse texture of his stubble against your palm.

"I-uh, only like it with you I guess, and only you..." Brody mumbles the end of his sentence, seemingly unsure of himself as he does his best to look anywhere but your eyes, catching your lips consistently.

"Sorry, I didn't manage that last part, what did you say about me in particular?" you push that bit forward, loving the way his glasses start to tip forwards, the perfect blend of hazel, green, and blue mixing into your own.

"Can we drop this, please?" Brody asks, feeling himself begin to sweat more as he forces his eyes closed, feeling the stares from everyone in the room including your own. "Okay," you add sweetly and in an understanding tone, dropping the questioning and his face before taking back to the game.

"I've got it!" Savanah then quickly details the rest of plan and to the Dungeon Masters approval, you all are making your way to the docks.

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Once arriving at the docks a small boat rocks back and fourth, unsteady in the rigid waters as rain splatters against your cheeks, the slight acidity of the water burning your skin as you press the neckline of your jacket closer to your face. Spencer moves his baseball cap to your head as you smile in thanks before taking his hand and guiding yourself onto the abandoned boat.

"We sure this won't sink?" you question, knees suddenly feeling weak as Brody fixes his hair out of his face and the boat starts to rock more violently against the dock, water splashing up and inside.

"That's why we have you going on first-"

"Oh wow, thanks honey, really feeling the love right now," you say back, not bothering to tone down your irritation as Brody steps in sitting across from you and by one of the paddles, Samantha beside him taking the other and Ronnie joining you by your side.

"Look, she's-a-holdin'" Ronnie comments, tipping up a fictional drink to Spencer before calling out random commands. "Mush, mush, brush, brush, uh? push push- wait not. ROW motherfuckers ROW!" Ronnie begins to stand with newfound enthusiasm before you are reaching over the table and pressing his shoulders down and back into his seat.

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A few life or death experiences later as Brody solved them all with you a step protectively behind him and the new shotgun he discovered. The pursuit to the base was easier as ever... a bit too easy as you typed in the code you found within Benardos pockets and viola!

The doors steamed and hissed opened before slamming with a heavy roar behind your small group. The lights then appeared on with every step you took, the past off just a second later. There was a faint humming that you couldn't pin point as the seemingly endless hallway of grey concrete walls, floors, and ceilings made the perception of time nearly impossible if it not for Ronnie complaining about having the munchies every five minutes.

"I think this is where we need..." your sentence came to falling halt. The boulder of momentum you all had been forcing up this stories hill now coming crashing down and chasing back after you. Its engagement only in a moments matter of time and it was ever approach as a figure emerged from the dark expanse of the room, a singular toarch they carried a glock in the other as the metal came in between your eyes. The features of this person coming into light and... your stomache dropped, you heard the safety of someones gun flick off and the sound of a pin could drop in that moment.

"You're dead, was all you could formulate to say..." an overwhelming feeling of nauseau tore its way through your system with vengence. "Then I wouldn't be here right? Just like you wouldn't be, is that not right? As you can see I am perfectly alive, child of mine. Now what friends have you brought to me today-"

"No." you put down your foot even when still at the barrels end, the smirk they sent, pushing your forehead to have you staggering back and into the awaiting arms of Brody behind you before being pulled back by the lapels of your jacket with great force. "No?" they mock.

"No?" they say as a state rather than a question. "No?" they chuckle to your horror. And "No." you confirm.

"You do know regardless if they make it out of here or not, they all will hate you in some degree by the end of this, child. They do not understand the cure that is us as you are undeserving of anyones love but my own-"

"You disgust me, father/mother," you bite back, hands shaking as a thousand memories come back to you being strapped to various informal medical technologies. Your skin bruised by the needles of a thousand experiments, some faulting to the plague you all knew todays as the zombies and yet you managed to healthy take the dose, take in the ability to evolve.

The idea that got forced down not spewing up new red hot tears from the corners of your eyes. "And you are to disgust them, do you know, companions of my child that your friend... or I see lover that they are exhibit A, the core and centre to all this destruction? And isn't it glorious, through a singular serum- nobody shall every become someone like us if we do not choose to, impenetrable to any human disease, sickness, or... death. The world shall rot at our feet so that we can rebuild it a better new!"

You refuse to look back on what you assume to be eyes of disgust landing on you as you fall to your knees, sobbing at your parents feet. The gun stays at your head, caressing the hair from out of your face as you wince at the cold metal greeting your features. BANG BANG

The bullets echo across the man-made landscape and disappear. You hear a groan and a stumble before metal is pressed to your forehead again, "nice try, but you seemed to have already forgotten my speech and have so rudely interrupted. You see, to end this all, YES! the cruelest trick of them all, you must kill us both at the same time. How joyous is that! And now you all must decide, its either you take us both, or I take all of you... its up to you~" your parent cackles as Brody grunts out in displeasure, barrels ready to shoot once more at your parental figure before Savanah is pulling him back once more.

"there has to be another way-" Savanah begins to ramble and rattle off an endless stream of ideas that are met with no answers or explanations.

"there is no other way..." you announce, eyes still kept to your ground yet head tilting to your left side praying they catch on. "do it, please," you ask, watching as your parent grins with glee. "yes, do it!" they copy your tone with an additional theatrical performance. Brody contemplates, eyes taking in to observe your form for what could be the last time... but after all this time you both have spent together through countless arguments, play fights and near kisses. He knew they could not have all been for nothing...

serum... if only we decide... evolve... zombies... dread... and with a sharp intake of breath BANG BANG, it echos in a silent scream.

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And that scream follows you as you awaken, not a singular syllable falling from your lips before arms are being wrapped around your frame and that familiar scent of aftershave, cigerettes, and motor oil have your eyes welling up with tears of relief.

"I knew you would catch on," you manage to croak out as Spencer had yet to speak, he just holds you tightly, shaking slightly ebfore whispering in your ear, "never to that again, that was so not cool, babe." Right before Savanah and Ronnie both burst into the room. "Science fucking Rules!" Ronnie cheers as you all burst out in laughter. Savanah still looks around confused, "so like... what actually happened? I still don't get the whole picture of how we all are like alive?"

"Well, if that serum can prevent you from somehow dying... why couldn't it also bring you back to life?" Brody explains as if it were the sky being blue as you shake your head. "Well I actually pressed the serum into his sleeve before we all entered the truck again, I was planning on telling him and asking him to be my... boyfriend before all of literal hell broke lose," you end your sentence with a laugh leading into a cough as Spencer reaches down below the table, pressing a water bottle into your face as you offer him a smile in thanks.

You all sit there in the silence and protection of the bunker. Allowing yourselves to relax for the first time in what felt like forever go by. "So how're we going to solve this Zombie issue?" Savanah perks up once more to everyones shrugs.

"Well, that was the last of the serum I know of... how does space sound?" you ask in a half joking half not tone as Spencer pulls you that bit closer, his eyes holding a lightness to them you had never seen before George was outroing and the moment was broken.

"Thank you all for joining us on this epically wild adventure, and I hope you all will join us again from when Smosh Dread returns- this time to outer space! Like, Subscribe, Share this Video with your Friends and remember friends... to drink water!"

"And thats a wrap!" Alex yelled out from behind camera as everyone clapped and cheered. You shook hands with George and sent smiles to your fellow cast mates Shayne and Courtney before your gaze casted down realizing that Spencer had already left.

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When finally out of costumer, make-up, and packing up the last things at your desk for the day, you were startled to find Spencer still in the office. You both seemingly the last to leave. "Hey, do you have a moment?" Spencer asks you, waving you down as you pick up your pace and meet him by the door. "What's up?"

"I really meant that you were a good actor by the way..."

"I stopped acting a long time ago, actually," you reply, shuffling your feet and Spencer drags a hand through his hair, an awkward tension only growing as the seconds tick by into minutes and you both start speaking at once.

"You go first," Spencer says, taking a half step closer to you as you lean your face in intently, as if to tell a secret. "I really like you, Spencer more so than Brody, more so than anyone I've known."

"I like you too, more than any character you could play, more than... yeah" Spencer agrees with wide eyes, seemingly as in disbelief of this moment as you were taking your face into his hands as you wrap your arms over his shoulders, checking if one another were tangible. And with one last look, your lips fell to one another in a delicate dance, your breath hitching as your gripped the fabric of his hoodie, sighing into his moan before backing away and gasping for air.

"See you tomorrow?" you say yet it rather comes out like a question. "Would you... want to come over to my place?"

"Yes, actually."

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username01 anyone else swear that (name) and Spencer were going to kiss at the end? They must be some hella good actors for all that chemistry to be faked...

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username07 Not jealous and Protective Spencer getting me all worked up at a Wendys 🥰

↳ username09 that is straight WILD.

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─ · · A/N: thank you all for the support once again, all these comments make me so giddy! 🥰

─ · · SPENCER AGNEW TAGLIST: @lisiliely @missflufffanfics @little-stitious-studios @thejourneyneverendsx @sibsteria @lizzylynch1

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jen-with-a-pen · 1 year ago

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F O X ＨＵＮＴ

summary: Not only has HYDRA executed their infiltration on S.H.I.E.L.D., but they have also reclaimed their finest weapon. Your safety isn't the only thing that's compromised.

pairings: WS!Beefy!Bucky Barnes x F!Avenger!Reader

word count: 6.1k

warnings: chasing, being hunted down, implied n0n-con elements, canon-level violence, cursing, implied t0rture, blood, beat1ngs, forced nud1ty, language, HYDRA-level cruelty, Bucky gets Brainwashed (again), there's Steve x Reader if you squint REALLY REALLY hard

read here on ao3!

a/n: This was inspired by last year's Whumptober Day 2: NOWHERE TO RUN - CORNERED, CAGED AND CONFRONTATION. I know it's February JUNE, but shit came up and my motivation tanked lmao thanks adhd med trials Literally have never done a dark(er?) fic before and this one has been cooking for god knows how fucking long now. I hope y'all like it <3 (also the hydra victory au is something i discovered from the lovely @lunarbuck reset series and stewed obsessively over for literal months now. still obsessed with it whoops)

dividers by @firefly-graphics | gif by @lost-shoe | @hydravictrix

my ao3 | my masterlist

Translations

Lisitsa | лисица - fox/little fox

Soldat | солдат - soldier

Syuda | сюда - over here

Khitraya suka | хитрая сука - sly bitch

Moy priz | мой приз - my prize

Glupaya pizda | глупая пизда - stupid cunt

Moye | мое - mine

The infiltration was subtle at the start.

A few missions gone mysteriously wrong, agents killed in action or disappearing entirely, hacks that were, thankfully, contained within an inch of a full-blown data breach. All of it seemed so coincidental when it happened, swept under the rug each and every single time before Director Fury could have a swear-filled say as to what the hell was going on.

But hindsight is 20/20. It always is.

The day S.H.I.E.L.D. fell was, ironically, the perfect day: brilliant sunshine, clear blue skies, a breeze weaving between the towering buildings and skyscrapers. It was almost eerie, in a way, how perfect of a day it was.

You found yourself in the gym, Steve and Sam hashing it out on whose turn it was in sparring. You had all but knocked Sam out cold in the previous round as Steve watched from behind the ropes, cheering you on with a cocky, proud grin as he watched all of his hard work in your training pay off.

Of course, the stubborn ass he was, Sam wanted another go.

“C’mon, Steve! I wanna rematch!” Sam protested, gesturing wildly in your direction with one hand while his other held an ice pack to his bruised temple. Steve stifled a laugh, tossing a glance over his shoulder to you. You shook your head, smiling back as you gulped down the rest of your water bottle. Cool strands spilled out from the corners of your lips and down your chest. You welcomed the relief from the sweat gluing your t-shirt to your skin.

“How ‘bout I take Steve instead of giving you another concussion?” you retorted, giggling as Sam shot a narrow look at you. He huffed, forfeiting his argument by waving a dismissive hand.

“Fine, ’m gonna go find some pain meds,” he grumbled, turning to point a swollen finger at Steve. “I better see you in the infirmary next, Cap.”

He stomped off through the metal doors and left the two of you in silence.

“Whaddya say, sweetheart? You up for round two?” Steve teased, stepping under the ropes and into the ring. He wrapped his hands as he moved to the center, muscle memory carrying him while keeping his eager gaze on you. His eyes carried excitement as they journeyed up and down your figure, rolling his lip between his teeth as he drank you with his stare.

You did little to hide your pride at the Captain checking you out, chewing the corner of your cheek to tame your own smirk at the beautiful blond. You turned away, hiding the heat from your cheeks as you tossed your bottle at your bag. You weaved under the ropes, coming face to face with your willing opponent in the center. You lifted your chin to meet his, the hidden smirk on your lips growing into a grin.

“With you? Always, old man,” you purred. You tossed him a teasing wink as you positioned your fists in front of you, feet planted firmly in the starting stance. Steve lingered on you for a second longer, tongue swiping across his lips hungrily as he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, raising his hands to mirror you.

The two of you began to circle one another, dancing in a familiar pattern you knew by heart. Steve took his first swipe at you and you ducked, managing a hit to his stomach. A grunt escaped from him– not of hurt but of thrill. He lunged for you as you dodged again, blocking his failed strike to your head.

“Wow! You really can’t teach an old dog new tricks!” you taunted, dodging another blow, his wrapped fist only grazing your shoulder. You rolled it back, holding back a slight wince as you continued the violent waltz.

You lunged at him, instead faltering and falling to the ground. Readying the curse on your tongue, it stopped short of your lips as you looked up at Steve.

He stood frozen in place, panting, fists at his sides clenching tighter and tighter. As you opened your mouth to unload even more cursing questions, screeching erupted from the loudspeakers around the room. High-pitched tones screaming above, a robotic voice speaking clinically and quickly. You scrambled off the floor, unease creeping in as you latched onto Steve’s arm, his arm tensing under your touch.

CODE WHITE. CODE SILVER. ALL SECURITY AND TEAM UNITS URGENTLY NEEDED. 40th FLOOR. THREAT IS ACTIVE AND HIGHLY DANGEROUS. REPEAT. CODE WHITE. CODE SILVER. ALL SECURITY AND TEAM UNITS–

The message had cut out, static replacing it alongside the echoing alarms throughout the hallways outside the gym. You looked up at Steve. Anxiety surged upon finding his face devoid of all blood, his jaw slack, eyes boring into the metal doors leading to the hallway. He looked scared.

You’d never seen Steve scared before.

“Steve, what the fuck was that–”

“Get to the locker rooms and hide,” he ordered. He pulled his arm from you, jumping over the ropes and sprinting to his duffel bag on the floor. He pulled out his phone and dialed frantically as he ran to the doors.

“Steve!” You stood trembling in the ring as your stomach churned.

“Now!” he yelled. “I’ll come back for you!”

He didn’t wait to hear your response as he slammed the gym doors shut, followed by a whir and click.

He locked you in.

You didn’t– couldn’t– hesitate as a surge of urgency overtook you. You needed to hide. Now. Fast.

Your legs carried you as you jumped out of the ring and raced to grab your duffel bag, sprinting to the back of the gym through another set of double doors. You wove through the tiled maze of the locker room searching for some sort of hiding spot, settling on the showers. You snuck over to the stall at the very end, the closest one to the emergency exit, and ducked under the opaque plastic curtain. Your bag fell to the floor as you climbed onto the stall seat. Blood pumped in your ears, thumping as quickly as your shaky, shallow breathing. Millions of thoughts and questions and worries rushed through your mind at impossible speeds.

White and Silver. Which alert was that for?

You racked through fleeting memories, distant recollections of training and orientation from months ago, searching for anything remotely familiar. You remembered all of the other codes– red, orange, teal– but no white, no silver.

A faint buzzing sounded from inside your duffel. You lunged, unzipping it and fishing out your phone. Natasha. Her name lit up the screen and you frantically hit the answer key before the call could even think about dropping.

“Where the fuck are you?” Her panicked voice hissed into your ear. Her edged tone was enough to make your stomach backflip faster.

“Locker rooms, forty-fifth floor. What the fuck is going on, Nat?” Your voice shook as anger and confusion boiled in your blood.

A muffled swear. “Where’s Steve?”

“He ran out, locked me in, told me to hide.” More incoherent curses.

“Fuck, fuck, okay, look, trust me on this, you need to stay where you are, okay? I can get you out, I–”

High-pitched ringing overtook the speaker, sending you reeling away from the receiver. Static echoed out of the speakers.

“You what? Natasha!”

“No– time– you–”

“Natasha! Hello?”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You tore the phone away from your ear and choked back the bile rising in your throat. Service was out. The blinking bars at the top of the screen mocked you and your sudden plunge into isolation.

The lights went next.

The dull fluorescents flickered. Someone cut the electricity, sending you into almost darkness as the backup generator lights kicked on. Scattered lights from above cast an eerie yellow glow over the shower tiles. You’d only seen this kind of outage happen once before, when New York was hit with Hurricane Noah a few years back.

The fear you felt in that storm paled in comparison to what you felt now.

You sighed, shaky and surrendering, and pulled your body closer to you on the shower bench. A chill snaked its way down your spine as your skin brushed the cool ceramic, an unwelcome addition to the cold already enveloping you. Your sweat-soaked t-shirt and shorts failed to aid you and your aching muscles. Fingernails dug into your kneecaps in a struggle to stop trembling as you tried to focus on your breathing. Inhaling, exhaling, in, out. Screwing your eyes shut, praying to any deity imaginable it was all just a drill, it was all an accident or a misunderstanding or–

The ground shook as a loud bang echoed from outside the locker room. A panicked yelp escaped your throat before your hands could scramble and cover your mouth. You froze as the tremors subsided and listened. It, or they, sounded close.

Too close.

Another BANG! Then another.

Rhythmic, steady blows, each quicker and more powerful than the last. Hands clamped tighter over your lips until your blood froze at the sounds of crushing steel and crumbling concrete. The lump in your throat grew as horrific realization flooded over you.

They, or it, broke in.

You couldn’t wrap your head around it– those doors were more fortified than Tony’s lab. Four-inch-thick, steel and plexiglass doors with a three-tier secured locking system. Nothing, nobody– not even the strongest Super Soldier– was powerful enough to make the faintest of dents in them.

Racing through who, or what, could have possibly broken into the gym, your train of thought derailed as echoes of men yelling indecipherable words and mixed commands shattered the remaining air of safety you clung to. Listening intently, a mix of combat boots and tactical gear filtered in with the echoed commands.

The S.T.R.I.K.E. Team.

Your legs begged for reprieve from crouching, but your body disobeyed and froze you in place. Part of you didn’t trust who was outside. Footsteps and gruff voices became heavier, closer. The relief that greeted you was replaced again by panic as you listened closer.

Clear, Russian commands resonated at the entrance to the locker rooms. They were coming in.

Your breath hitched, blood running cold as footsteps closed in. It was one person, but their steps didn’t sound like the heavy boots before them. They sounded more like…

Sneakers?

The rubber from the intruder’s shoes squeaked on the tiled floors. Ragged breathing echoed off the walls. A low growl, accompanied by quiet whirring. Someone big, someone mean.

Your heart made its way to your throat as the intruder inched closer. Slow, methodical, as if trained in search and rescue.

It didn’t feel like a rescue.

The lump almost turned into a scream as an echoed BANG carried from the bathroom stalls around the corner. Silence followed, then a growl, then another BANG. The cycle repeated for the remaining stalls, the intruder slowly creeping along. Growls became deeper upon each disappointment.

Hostages. They were looking for hostages.

Soles squeaked as the intruder changed course, stomping around the corner to search the line of shower stalls. You hiccuped a sob, realizing tears started to trail down your cheeks. Biting your palm only proved a lame attempt to calm your racing heart, a scream threatening to leave your throat as they began tearing the plastic curtains off the stalls. Each clang of metal cracking onto the tile became closer as you ground your teeth into the meat of your hand. Eyes screwed shut, silent prayers raced in your head, pleading to wake up; to wake up from this hellscape of a sick, twisted nightmare.

The intruder’s steps stopped.

Your eyes opened, widening at the blurred, hulking shadow standing outside of your stall. They had to be well over six feet. Towering, bulky, monstrous.

Slowly, the shadow’s hand reached for the curtain. One by one, its fingers closed around the plastic’s edge, preparing to rip it down and rip you open. Eyes burning, hot tears felt like molten metal as you attempted to make yourself as small as possible in your corner, huddling your knees as close as they could be. This was it. This was the end. You prayed– actually fucking prayed– hoping they couldn’t hear your pathetic whimpering, hoping they would make this quick, painless; break your neck or put a gun to your head and get it over with. Leave your body for someone else to find.

“Soldat, syuda!”

The command made your heart stop.

The shadow froze, stopped by a call from the entrance to the locker room. Skin met your teeth as you bit harder into your hand. Lungs began panicking as you started hyperventilating, bile reaching your throat and burning the back of your tongue.

The shadow, the monster, growled in protest. It retracted the curled hand from the curtain, wordlessly moving back towards the bathroom stalls. Footsteps faded as muffled conversation floated away from the locker room.

You needed to get the fuck out of there.

You slid off the bench, legs aching and knees popping as you crouched silently over to the curtain, peeking out behind the plastic. It crinkled quietly and you bit your lip, leaning out ever so slightly over the threshold.

Tiptoeing around the corner, you faced the emergency exit. The glowing sign omitted a creepy, green glow that added to the eeriness brought by the generator lights.

This was it.

You slammed the push bar down, throwing the door open with your body and spilling out into the hallway. Sunlight flashed through the infinite glass hallway, blinding you. In your frozen state, you hear commotion from behind the door as it slammed shut. Banging from the other side, the sound of metal on metal, made your teeth grind. Indents from punches dented the door, deforming its smooth outside. You didn’t stay frozen for long as your body screamed at you to fucking move, now.

Your legs obeyed immediately, carrying you through the corridor to the closest means of escape you could find. As you rounded the corner, the crushing sounds of the door breaking off of its hinges hit your ears. You didn’t dare to look back, sprinting through the twists and turns of the infinite hallway. You followed what felt familiar, burning muscles egged on by the sound of pounding footsteps getting closer and closer.

Finally, you stumbled onto the entrance to a stairwell, pausing to gasp for air your lungs demanded. The burn in your legs and chest only aided in the physiological need to hyperventilate. Sweat dripped from your temple and your head pounded as hard as your feet hitting the ground.

You leaned into the safety bar, inches away from further distancing yourself from whatever, whoever, was on your trail, when a yell erupted from the end of the hallway.

It felt like slow-motion; one of those scenes in those cheesy horror movies Sam always made you and Steve watch on weekends off. The ones with cheap FX, bad sound, but somehow great editing for the budget. The scenes where realization hits the main character and suddenly everything is half the speed while they still move in real time.

You turned your head towards the source. Then, it hit you. Blood drained from your face as the horror of realization hit you, like a speeding sixteen-wheeler head on.

Bucky Barnes stood hulking at the end of the hallway. Generator lights and setting sun illuminated his snarling teeth, gleaming from parted lips that had him panting like a rabid dog. If you hadn’t known better it would’ve looked like he was heading for the gym for his daily workout. Blown pupils, sweat-stuck hair, complimented by a shaking frame– most definitely caused by adrenaline, dopamine, and a slew of Gods-knew-what other drugs he had pumped into his system. Splotches of drying, smeared blood coated his neck and shirt while even more dripped onto the ground from his fists. The crimson contrasted with the medically white floors.

Bile rose in your throat again. The acidic taste made you dry heave at the sight of the blood, knowing from the looks of Bucky it definitely wasn’t his.

He snarled as your eyes finally met. Fists of flesh and metal flexed. Rippling muscles shook as he readied to launch forward.

“You’re mine, lisitsa!” he barked. His voice booming louder than the speed of sound, it made your ears ring.

Your throat finally opened. You screamed as he sprinted towards you, making more ground down the hallway than an apex predator out of hibernation. You shoved the exit door open, heaving your legs forward as you ascended the stairs. No choice but to go up, you refused to look back– nay you didn’t dare to even consider it. Muscles and tendons and joints burned, yearning for you to stop, but the door slamming from flights below you only pushed you harder, flying up and passing floor after floor.

You were fast, but he was faster.

Dizziness overtook you as your vision began to blur. Darkened edges of your peripherals made you stop your climb at level 50, pausing for a split second to hear Bucky’s progress. He was close behind, but you still had more of an advantage. You knew the Tower better than him. You knew level 50 had another stairwell on the opposite side of the floor, through another hallway off the corner of your current one. Sneakers pounded too close for comfort as you shoved the door open and made a break for it down another corridor labyrinth.

If you made it out of this alive, you swore you’d kill Tony’s architect yourself.

“You can’t hide forever, lisitsa!” Bucky’s voice rang out from the stairwell as you rounded the corner, sprinting through more identical-looking hallways. Another corner later and the glowing red EXIT sign appeared above the next stairwell. A beacon of hope, almost. Relieved, you head straight for it, body and mind and soul pushing against the burning and the gasping for air. You were right there, hand outstretched, fingertips grasping the metal bar–

It felt like a car crash.

Not an accident or fender bender. No, it felt like seventy miles an hour meets a tree with no intent of moving. That split-second feeling where your stomach drops and you can all but brace for the deadly impact destined for you to meet.

Time stopped as you were yanked backwards. Cold, slick metal wrapped around your ankle, bloody hand print smearing some poor bastard’s DNA all over your calf as your body fell to the ground. Hard. Your jaw clenched as your chin slammed into the linoleum. Teeth ground into your tongue as copper flooded your tastebuds. Your lungs, with little wind left in them, gasped for oxygen. Another scream rising in your throat became stuck in your vocal cords.

Bucky whipped you around as you struggled to free your lower half. You landed on your shoulder, head bouncing against the floor and teary eyes struggled to stay open and endure the pain. He straddled your form, the weight crashing down on your bones and organs. A sharp inhale impaled your chest as you met Bucky’s darkened eyes, then; the familiar steel blue replaced entirely with dilated, unhinged pupils.

It was the first time you got a good look at his face. His face is speckled with blood spatter and several bruises spread across his cheek down his neck. Two black eyes, a bloody nose– one you hoped was his– and a broken lip. The bloodied collar of his shirt only aided in the mess of his hair. His soft, chocolate strands stuck in mats to his neck and temples with sweat and blood.

Out of sheer habit, because he looked like your Bucky, you couldn’t help but reach a hand out to him. A soft plea for the man behind his eyes, one you begged everything holy was still there. He held your stare, face contorting into unrecognizable emotions. Tears brimmed your eyes as your hand stretched further, sobs escaping as your fingers inched closer and closer to his battered face.

“Bucky, it’s me–”

Your appeal transformed into a shriek, quickly snuffed out as Bucky wrapped his crimson-spattered metal hand around your throat. You choked, sputtering lost pleas as your hands flew to your neck. Fingernails flailed in futile attempts to claw off the weapons-grade titanium.

“You’re done running, khitraya suka,” Bucky’s hot breath fanned your face as he leaned in. His mouth grazed your jaw, titanium hand on your throat flexing with each syllable. He slowly made his way down your neck, pushing harder into your chest with his forearm. A heavy growl. His grip only tightened as you tried to knee him in the groin, picking you up by your neck and slamming you down again.

Stars circled your blurred vision, eyes rolling back into your head. The corridor, the lights, everything split into two.

“You owe me for my victory, lisitsa,” Bucky’s husky whisper resonated in your ear as he licked the side of your face, his hot, wet mouth against your tear-stained cheek. As his free hand moved to the waistband of your shorts, another surge of panic washed through you. You tried to sputter a weak cry from your closed-off throat, blood turning cold, another scream building and building in your chest and aching for release.

“You owe me what’s mine –!”

BANG!

Something from somewhere all of a sudden. The object slammed into Bucky, throwing him off of you and spilling across the floor.

Finally, your lungs lunged at the chance for air, leaving you a heaving, choking, coughing mess. Spitting at the ground as you made your way shakily to your hands and knees, a freed hand traveling to rub the fresh strangulation bruises forming on the column of your stiff neck.

“Get the fuck off her, Bucky!”

Steve.

As your vision cleared, the shield whizzed past you as it ricocheted back into Steve’s open arms. Bucky groaned, low and guttural, but only for a moment is he subdued. Slowly, he rose, like smoke from extinguished ashes, looking to his metal vice. A large dent adorned the weathered, bloodied appendage where his bicep met his shoulder. He then turned his attention to Steve, baring his teeth, anger coursing through him as he immediately disregarded you. His sights set on a new target, launching himself at Steve without a beat lost.

Steve grunted as Bucky’s metal fist met the vibranium shield with a deafening clang. Steve gritted his teeth and pushed back, managing to break Bucky’s attack and aim a kick for his stomach.

“Go! I got him!” Steve yelled to you through a gasp as Bucky countered with his own swipe at Steve’s middle. Your body stayed put, relishing in the ability to fucking breathe again, also painfully aware how screwed you’d be if you didn’t escape as you had the chance. You willed yourself to move, to run and to keep going, to no avail. As Steve landed a blow to Bucky, his eyes met yours once more. His baby blues, pained and tired, begged for you to listen to him for once in your life.

“Now!”

The strain in Steve’s voice seemed to ignite a fire underneath you. Pushing yourself up, you willed your legs to carry you to the exit. Bloody shoe prints tracked your route as you slammed through the doorway. You cursed, knowing they’ll give away which way you’d go, knowing your life matters more than a twenty-dollar pair of sneakers. Kicking them off, throwing the pair down the exit, praying they made it far enough Bucky wouldn’t know any better.

You threw yourself up the stars, tremors and pain afflicting every limb as the cold concrete seeped in through your socks in each step. The railing helped as you heaved yourself forward with help from the railing. Sweaty palms slipped on the bars, but your grip only grew tighter.

You didn’t know how you, or your body, was able to do it, making it up seven more flights of stairs before your knees buckled on level 57. Heaving the door open and slamming it shut, you stumbled out into the new hallway. You hadn’t visited that level before. Something Steve and the others– especially Doctor Banner– said was “just a business floor.”

The sign on the wall directing to ‘SAFELAB’ said otherwise. Nothing in the Tower was “just business.”

What you did know was that every SAFELAB on every floor was located in the same, far-east hallway.

Wiping the sweat from your temple, you turned right, jogging down the darkened, emptied-out hallway. It felt like the apocalypse. No sign of anybody else. Doors left ajar, papers and bags and other employee memorabilia scattered throughout abandoned offices and cubicles. You hoped everyone was able to make it out, at least.

Part of you didn’t hope for much, though.

The door to the lab came into view as you rounded the last corner. The door was still locked, the lab inside sterile and untouched. A sigh of relief escaped you. Holding your palm to the door’s scanner, it answered your prayers in a soft beep and whir, miraculously allowing you in.

You maneuvered through the multiple security doors, four in total, crouching low once you managed to slip into the lab itself. The gigantic window at the front of the labspace spared no room for you to hide easily, but you had zero room to complain about it. It was your only option, after all.

Well, besides the roof.

Crouched, you snuck your way around the counters and various equipment to one of the supply closets. The furthest corner from the entrance. You scoured through drawers and cupboards for some sort of weaponry; the most you could find was a new scalpel out of a box of extras.

You closed in on the supply closet, reaching up and grasping the handle, turning it slowly to prevent any squeaks from the inner hinge. A tear glided down your cheek in relief. You hadn’t realized you started crying. Again.

The door swung open. It greeted you mostly empty, deep enough for you to cram your body into. Crawling inside, bones and limbs contorted into the most comfortable position you could manage. You pinched the edges of the doors to close them as best as you can, accepting they, in fact, couldn’t close all the way from the inside. A curse under your breath, the sliver of dim light through the crack cast onto your face. Once settled, you crumpled your damp t-shirt up from the collar and shoved the fabric into your mouth. Teeth and tongue greeted sweaty cotton and hints of copper as you bit down on the collar, covering your mouth with a free hand.

At last, after Gods knew how long it had been since you ceased moving, a silenced sob heaved out of your chest. Tremors only worsened as your nervous system rode out the fumes of its adrenaline high and flight mode instincts. Hot tears spilled down your cheeks, mixing with snot further down your face, slipping down to your neck and leaving behind streaked paths in the bloodied, hand-printed bruises adorned on your flesh. The pain from the near-strangulation you suffered broke through the shock and endorphins that were keeping you sane until then. You knew, though, you couldn’t break down. Not yet. Not until you saw Natasha or Steve or someone you trusted face-to-face.

You started counting your breaths. Mind racing, thoughts traveling near sonic speeds through your mind carrying questions at how the hell it all happened.

You thought for sure S.H.I.E.L.D. was secure, especially after the ordeal with Bucky, Steve, and the whole ‘defeating HYDRA’ ordeal from a few years back. Hell, you thought it was safer than taking the FBI’s recon mission that was offered to you before being referred to Tony himself. Your mind raced, what-ifs and endless possibilities flashing across your eyes like a snuff film. You hoped Steve was okay. You hoped Natasha was on her way to your location any second. You hoped Sam was safe and made it out okay. You hoped Bucky –

Bucky.

Christ, you hadn’t even stopped to think about how the hell everything happened to him. He’d been doing so well in his recovery program. Steve was even telling you about it that same morning, bragging about how well Bucky was doing, how much progress he was making, how soon they’d finally be able to move in together once Doctor Banner cleared him. Another sob overtook you. How you’d never seen him like that before, the feeling of his titanium arm slowly crushing your windpipe, the weight of his entire body crushing your internal organs as he’d held you down. The things he’d said. You tried to wrap your head around what he’d said, what he was going to do–

Crashing followed by shattering glass emitted a muffled yelp from you as your blood ran cold. Another wave of tears flooded out of your burning eyes, chest heaving unevenly. Your hand clamped even tighter over your mouth as teeth bit into the salty fabric of your shirt, drying up any more moisture your mouth was grateful to finally have.

BANG! Then another. Then more in rapid succession. Shattering, crashing, shattering, silence. The final blow to the security doors sounded from inside the lab itself. Your breath hitched and bile began bubbling in your stomach, reaching the back of your throat and across your tongue. You forced yourself to swallow the acid, listening intently to the crunch of sneakers on shattered glass.

He’d found you.

“Lisitsaaa,” Bucky drawled, his voice dropped to a primally low octave. Lower than before. You almost couldn’t make out the words, a mixture of growled mumblings of English and Russian. Knees folded closer to your chest, you tightened your grip on the handle of the scalpel. Bucky’s footsteps were slow, methodical, predatorial.

His heavy steps inched closer, each followed by a pause, then sudden crashing of lab equipment and smashing of drawers. More glass and metal slammed to the ground and walls after each pause. He sounded feet away. Then inches.

Your breathing stopped as the sliver of light clouded over. The lump in your throat threatened more puke to rise as you dared to peer up through the crack, heart dropping like a dead weight to your stomach as your eyes fell on freshly bloodied sneakers. A stifled scream in your lungs choked you. You refused to think about whose blood that was.

Eyes darted back up. You could see Bucky’s blurred features clouded in shadows. The only light visible, then, was the glint from his wicked smile. Bloodied teeth shone as he licked his lips hungrily, a predator finally cornering its prey.

Ever so slowly he crouched, shoving his face closer into the seam in the door. Tears and snot continued to stream down your face, your body hyperventilating as you forced yourself to look into his eyes. There was nothing else you could do. Nothing else to say, to cry about. There was nowhere left to run. He got you.

“There you are, moy priz,” Bucky hissed before reaching through and throwing the doors open, heavy hands leaving imprints in the flimsy metal. Frozen, your fist was still closed around the scalpel, your muscles tensed as joints locked in place. His evil eyes scanned your body greedily, looking for which cut of meat to divulge in first. His gaze stopped at your fist and he chuckled, tisking in a disappointed tone.

“Oh, glupaya pizda,” Bucky shook his head, amused at your meager choice of weaponry. Compared to him, you might as well have been waving a white flag. His smile only grew, tongue jutting out to lick his lips. Specks of blood coated the sides of his cheeks and edges of his mouth, smeared about from ear to ear with the back of his hand.

“Come with me and they might consider your life, lisitsa–”

You sprung into him, swinging your arm, landing the scalpel into the middle of his flesh hand, impaling straight through it. In an instant, blood spewed from the impact. Bucky screamed out in pain, a slew of mixed language curses reverberating in your skull. You scrambled out of your hiding place, bashing him with a balled fist to the face as you tumbled out and onto your feet, sprinting to the lab’s only exit. Freedom was only an arm’s length away when an overturned stool tripped you. The impact didn’t hurt near as much as the millions of shattered glass bits shredded cut into your skin, your hands and knees and arms and face littered as blood smeared under you and across the once-sterile white floors. You cried out, writhing around. Battered and bloodied, struggling to rise and run again despite the searing pain in your ankle.

Before you could form your next thought, a rough hand snatched your scalp and dragged you up by your hair. You uttered a panicked scream as Bucky hoisted you to eye level, snarling like a rabid dog as he shook you hard.

“I thought you were smarter than that, lisitsa,” he sneered, “but I was wrong.”

He hurled you back onto the floor, his bloodied, titanium fist still gripping your hair, dragging you over to one of the disheveled lab tables. More glass shredded your skin, blood and sweat and tears mixing and pouring over your face and hands and body. With ease and a free hand, he swiped the rest of the contents off another counter; beakers and burners crashed to the floor. His grip tightened as he threw you up onto the stainless steel counter, the dead weight of your body banging onto the table, landing you hard on your back. Eardrums rang into your skull and jaw, radiating down your spine and out your limbs. Your hands slip against the smooth metal from the blood, futile attempts to grab onto something, anything. You groaned and huffed excess sobs. The pain, unbearable; the fear, unimaginable.

Bucky hoisted himself onto the table, landing on top of your broken body, his knee hitting your spine and knocking your last breath out of you. Straddling you, his thick thighs bulged through tattered sweatpants, squeezing into your rib cage. He looped another fist into your hair, raising your head and slamming it down. The side of your face smushed into the steel table, smearing around more blood as he did it again. And again. The cartilage in your nose cracked and throbbing pain radiated into your eyes, your skull. Warmth from the break and the blood poured over your face. The pain, dulling into numbness as you began to fade in and out of consciousness.

Your vision started to blur and blacken, stars and specks orbiting around Bucky like a halo of hallucination. Your body, finally surrendering to him. No fight left. Any strength you could have mustered, funneled into staying awake, proved useless.

A new sound, then: ripping.

You didn’t have to look to witness Bucky unrelentingly tear your t-shirt away from your body, training his eyes on your open form. Bruised skin exposed to cool air, your chest still momentarily held together by your sports bra. He made quick work of it next, the nylon snapping off in one swipe, sending goosebumps racing down your spine.

Ice-cold titanium fingers untangled from your matted hair and made their way from your nape, to the small of your back, to the waistband of your gym shorts. Muscles tensed as you felt each digit wrap almost leisurely onto the elastic. He tore them away swiftly, baring the rest of you and your skin to him. A growl, one of pleasure, vibrated into you from him, emitted he palmed the skin of your ass. His fingers journeyed languidly in a slow trail from your back to your core. You squirmed, wasting the last of your strength, a hopeless attempt to get away one last time.

A crack came across your face. Flesh against flesh, he slapped you. A punishment. A command for obedience. Your body fell limp. Breathing raggedly and gagging on blood and spit, you shuddered as he took your wrists and tied them together with your t-shirt.

Satisfied, his prey finally submitting, Bucky paused, panting as he leaned down to you. He wet his lips before speaking, gruff words slurred against your ringing eardrum. As he spoke, cold metal grazed your entrance, a threat of what was to come.

“Now, I get to take what’s mine.”

Your screams echoed as the world fell dark.

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