#hi Wolfie I hope you liked this 💕

[yanderehsr]

Hi love!! If this breaks your rules please disregard!!

I was wondering how yandere kafka, Hu Tao and miko or Wolfie would react to coming home to their darling wearing a collar with their name on it?

Or how they’d react to their darling asking to wear one?

Love your work so much!! 💕

It doesn't break any rules, hope you'll enjoy😁

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapped reader

Kafka: At first she is shocked, it is a request she never thought she would get, but then her smile grew back, a teasing smirk adorned her face, well weren't you cute asking for such a thing, her possessive feelings flare up at the thought of you wearing a collar with her name on it, a sign of possession that you are hers.

Kafka will take finding the perfact collar for you seriously, she wants her name to be embroidered on it with golden threads, she wants the inside of the collar to be soft so you will not be uncomfortable wearing it for a long amount of time and it must be hard to take off.

"There we go, a pretty collar for my pretty darling, is it comfortable... good cus you are never taking it off"

Hu Tao: She mentioned it as a joke, just something told to make you blush, but now it is her that is blushing, you actually want a collar with her name on it. She'll never stop teasing you about this, how can you be so adorable, she is just so happy that you are hers.

Hu Tao will get one that is red and has chibi ghosts on it, it isn't something overly expensive but you can see a lot of thought has gone into it. She will be staring at the collar a lot, it is something that marks you, better than any hickey or scar, you are hers and she can't help but be happy because you asked for this. Just make sure to wear it every day, she can get moody if you don't.

"Darling where is it, please put it on, I think it looks nice one you, or are you saying you didn't like it... PUT. IT. ON"

Yae Miko: Let's be honest here, she will put a collar on you day one, no need to ask for one cus you already have one on at all times, she ties a rope to it and takes you on walks, it isn't that she sees you as a pet but she thinks it's just nice to take a walk with you without you trying to run away. Of course there are no people around, can't let anyone catch a glimpse of her precious little mate.

Yae Miko when she hears that you want her name on the collar smiles, she can't control herself right now, a blush is notisably visable and you can see the tails behind her, you want to be hers, of course she will get you one with her name on it... but first she wants to mark you in other ways, you'll let her, right?

"You look simply raveshing like this, my name on you truly was a match made in heaven, now come here, I want to mark you in more ways, make you really be mine"

Silver Wolf: W-what did you say you want, a collar, and not only that but one with her name on it. No absolutely not, you aren't her pet you are her lover, you are her equal. Sure she's holding you against your will but that is only because she loves you so much.

You will have to explain to Silver Wolf that it isn't cus you wanna be a pet, it's an asthetic choice, she will get one in your favorite colours and instead of her name she puts tiny stickers of her on it, as well as some stickers from your favorite game.

"I have to admit, you look very good in that, now let's play some games together, for every win you get I'll add another sticker of me on the collar"

[m-jelly]

HELLO SWEETIE PIE <3 can I request bunny fem reader x wolf grumpy Levi? Like he’s always so stoic and growling at anyone but he’s so overprotective and in love with us in a “I hate everyone but you” way 🥺💕💕

thank u if u do <3 ilysm

@ladycheesington <3

The big bad wolf has a heart

Pairing: Wolf!Levi x Bunny!Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, pack mentions, being a couple, hybrids, cute, fluffy.

Concept: Levi helps Erwin with the pack and gang they lead. While working he's rather grumpy and seems on edge. People think something is wrong with him and soon find out that it's because he's missing you. As soon as you turn up with treats, Levi perks up and is very happy.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6 @nbinairyn

Levi snarled as he started to get irritated. He slammed his fist on the table. "Enough." He massaged one of his black fluffy ears. "Would you just listen to your pack leader Erwin?"

The weak wolf man bowed. "Y-yes, s-sorry!"

Levi groaned. "I don't understand why you are struggling so much to follow orders."

"I'll do better."

Levi glared at him. "You better." He stood up and snarled. "If you don't, I'll rip an ear out! Now, get out."

"Yes, sir!"

Erwin watched the weak wolf man run away. "You threaten him?"

Levi ruffled his hair. "He's a fucking idiot."

"He is, but you didn't need to threaten him."

Levi growled. "We need to crack down on them all. If we don't, we could lose respect."

Erwin smiled. "You're right and I stand by you. You've done so much for me and my pack. You're an incredible wolf."

"I feel like there is a, however."

Erwin walked over to Levi. "You look like something is bothering you. You've been really cranky today."

Levi sat back and groaned. "I'm on a new suppressant to tame my ruts. It's safer for bunnies and it's messing with me. I'm a bit irritable and I just want my bunny."

Erwin smiled. "You'll see her soon."

"I hope so." Levi sighed. "I just need to hug her. It'll tame me."

"I miss my mate too. My sweet kitten is at home away from me. I crave to be with her, but we have work to do."

Levi flopped on his desk. "Mm."

Erwin checked his watch. "Lunch. Some food might perk you up."

Levi flinched and sat up with his ears twitching. His tail started to wag. "She's here!"

Erwin looked to the office door. "You sense her?"

"My mate!" Levi launched over his desk and ran out into the base to see you holding a basket and talking to someone. "Bunny!"

You turned and smiled brightly at Levi. "Hey, my handsome wolf."

Levi tackled you into a hug as his black tail wagged fast. "Bunny."

"How are you, my handsome mate?"

"Cranky."

You kissed him and giggled when he smiled. "New suppressants still messing with you?"

He nodded. "Yes, but it's for a good reason." He nuzzled against you. "It's all for you."

"Thank you."

"Hey!" A young wolf hurried over. "You're Levi's mate?"

Levi turned and growled at the young wolf and made sure his canines were showing. "Back off."

You put your basket down and rubbed Levi's chest. "Calm wolfie."

Levi looked down at you and wagged his tail. "Bunny."

You giggled as he chomped on your bunny ear. "I am his mate, yes. Sorry, he's really protective of me."

Levi tugged on your ear before nuzzling you. "Mm, mine."

"I made you lunch. You want to go eat it in your office?"

Levi grabbed the basket and held your hand. "Come." He pulled you along with a happy smile. "We'll cuddle too."

"Yes."

As you both walked by, people were shocked to see the grumpy wolf they knew well was smiling and happy. They were wondering what was special about you. They wanted to know how a little bunny lady managed to tame the grumpy and strong wolf, Levi Ackerman.

Levi slammed his door shut and turned to you. "Just you and me."

You sat down on his sofa. "I hope you like the lunch I made."

"I love everything you make."

He opened up the basket on the table and felt himself drooling at the delicious meat dishes you'd made. "So good." Levi dove into your arms and kissed you over and over. "You're the best. I love you so much."

"Love you too, Levi."

[rom-e-o]

How do we think the boys reacted the first time they got a boner around their girls after getting into a relationship? Obviously, they're not school boys, they know how the biology behind it works. But still, they're involved with undeniably gorgeous women, one who was a socialite and model and one who is in her young prime with a cult following as a glamorous lounge singer. And they've both been pursued and used only for their looks and sex appeal. Without a doubt, there is reason to suspect some fear of this happening again is in the back of the girls' minds. And, while the boys have had lusty dreams and thoughts of these lovely ladies, absolutely, that's only a considerably small factor behind why they want to be with these amazing women. So does it stand to reason that the boys might be just a bit apprehensive when their arousal makes itself obviously known the first time?

Like with Wolf, I imagine he and Bess are in the middle of a heated makeout sesh when he inevitably starts getting uncomfy down there. He internally panics, not wanting to offend Bess and hopes she doesn't notice, silently willing the bloody thing to cool down (😂). But, of course, his body doesn't listen, because does it ever? And the next thing he knows Bess is straddling him and pushing even closer, maybe instinctively grinding against him a bit, and there's no doubt she feels him.

"Mm, Wolfy. Is that a roll of change leftover in your pocket or a critique of my kissing skills?"

And he just squeaks out like a pubescent boy: "I'm sorry! I'm so bloody sorry, Bess! I'm not expecting... anything from you! Not anything at all, I swear! Darling, I love you so, so bloody damn much, and I just want to be with you. N-Not like that! At least, not until you're ready. And if you're never ready, I don't care--I just want to be by your side. I-I'm not with you just to get sex; I just... this... m-my... i-it-"

"Has a mind of its own. I'm an l&d nurse and an aspiring midwife, Ebenezar; I'm well aware how the male anatomy works."

"Ha. O-Of course you are. I-I just wanted-"

She stops him with a kiss. "Shhhh. I know. Thank you for your courtesy and consideration. But it's okay. I'm not offended or wondering if your intentions are anything but honorable."

Of course, she wouldn't; she's so brilliantly understanding. "You must think me a bloody stupid idiot."

"Not really. Not a stupid one anyway. A bloody sweet idiot, though. I can't name any man I've ever encountered apologizing for getting an erection around me but you. Stuttering and sputtering like a 15-year-old boy who just got caught watching porn, no less."

"Haha. Yes. Not my most suave or articulate moment, I must say."

"Heeheehee. No. But, if I'm being honest, it was actually really adorable. And your little speech was actually quite gallant. I've never felt more cherished or respected."

"Mmm. You most amazing woman. I do not deserve you."

"... Wwwweeeeeelllllllll, don't say that just yet. Because it was so cute, I absolutely intend on telling Connie about your boner freak out."

"... Elizabeth Felicity Sullivan, you wouldn't dare."

"Watch me, big boy." And Bess darts off, grabbing her phone off the coffee table as she sprints, squealing, for the bathroom with Wolf hot on her trail, roaring playfully.

Ah, yes. The first introduction of their ‘second mate’ to their lovely ladies. 😂

Them being nervous is very understandable. They’re gentlemen, so they’re a little shy about it under any circumstances, but ESPECIALLY knowing the trauma their girlfriends have been through? They don’t want to blow it. Their minds are very aware of the nuance of the situation … but their bodies are that of red-blooded men, so yeah, they’ve got a mind of their own, haha.

Bess handled it so well! And Wolf, what an absolute sweetie for reassuring him that he is perfectly content to wait until she’s ready, IF she’s ever ready. He just wants to be with her. 🥹💕

And bonus points for dishing the gossip to Con, haha. Sorry, Wolf, girls tell each other everything.

I feel like Adonis would be very similar to Wolf in terms of being worried about it. We know he gets very turned on by dreams of Con, but in person? I’m imagining he goes OUT of his way to make sure their kisses are posed in such a way that his hips are angled very specifically. 😂

Connie … she’s older herself and has her own intimacy issues, so I think she goes into it all thinking that he may be similar. Lots of older gentlemen can have erectile dysfunction, and that sincerely doesn’t bother her in the slightest.

Then, cut to them getting handsy and making out, and they lose balance in the sofa, and he falls forward. She feels him, and is like, “Oh!”

He SCRAMBLES UP quickly, looking at her with wide eyes. “I’m sorry! I-I don’t mean for you to … that is … I-I’m sorry. I have no secret expectations, I assure you, I guess I’m just … ugh.”

While he’s blushing and moves to get up, her hands quickly cup his face and pull him back down.

“Honey, wait,” she says, smiling softly as she pulls him close. “Have you…been doing that this whole time? Every time we kiss?”

“I-erm…yes, I suppose.”

“Why?”

“B-Because … I don’t want to make you feel like an object. I love when we’re together in any capacity, and in don’t just … there’s a time and place. I didn’t want to ambush you with any ultimatums.”

She smiles. “Is there an ultimatum?”

“Certainly not,” he says, turning more to putty as her fingers caress his cheekbones. “I’m content to move at any pace, and frankly, being in your company at all is a pleasure. F-For me. I hope for you too.”

He’s so sweet, she thinks.

“Darling, the sound I made, I was just surprised,” she assures. “And also … quite impressed.”

And he goes FUCHSIA. “You were … what?”

“Knowing that you treat me so kindly, think of my feelings, and I can do that to you? Mm. I dare say I’m ever more fond of you, my considerate, wonderful, amazing Adonis of a man.”

“O-Oh.”

“Not to mention … my nicely-endowed Adonis too. Those statues and classical artwork pieces are accurate, I see. I’ll have to tell Bess next time we stroll the museum.”

“C-Connie!” 🥴

[miupow]

Smooches all over 🩸 anons face for bringing out tyunning crave lore I absolutely ate that up! Lia you and I have some wavelength going on I had the same idea that Tyun would take a while to warm up to the idea of keeping a human around, i may have mentioned it before i think

I actually have a small headcanon (is it weird to have headcanons about someone else's work i dunno) where reader and Taehyun are out in the woods so she can have a walk, one of the first few times they start to do so, and they're a little too close to town and she spots someone she knows. Taehyun's like oh shit, because on one hand he could leave her here and she could go back where she belongs but if he did Yeonjun would kill him so he had a mini internal struggle

But I have digressed as I often tend to do! I wanted to ask who in the pack can be put in their place by just one look from Yeonjun? I think we all know who isn't a contender, Beomgyu needs like a whole hand clapped on the back of his neck before he behaves 😂

Also i hope you're feeling better soon 💕

-🏹

i'm feeling lots better now, thank you 🏹 nonnie!! <33 flare up's almost completely gone now, thank god, was worried i was gonna have to go on antibiotics AGAIN....

we are absolutely on the same wavelength on crave omg... your ideas always hit so hard and make me want to write so much about my wolfy boys... currently open for full fic ideas for crave that isn't just smut <333 lia can finally flex her plotting talents

and it's not weird at all that you have crave hcs lol!! i honestly love it, a major point of my works is to get ppl thinking :> a lot of tyun's character revolves around an internal struggle lol, he's fighting himself (and others) all of the time

and for who in the pack can be put in their place with just a look, this is gonna sound crazy but tyun and soobin! for tyun, he'll absolutely put in his two-cents but he's yeonjun's second hand man in a sense, he's sworn complete loyalty to him.. so its very rare that tyun would escalate something into an actual fight when it comes to jjun.

with binnie tho he's just very docile :3 doesn't like rocking the boat or causing any drama, so usually he'll drop back with his head down the minute he's given a stern look lol :3

[witchersgoldenbard]

Special thanks to @mayastormborn for the aesthetics 💕

Jaskier said for Dandelion to meet them in this particular tavern that brings back a lot of memories. Jaskier is determined to add one more with the song they wrote for their their friend, their love, their soulmate.

wc: 1.4k | tags: Jaskier&Dandelion, Dandi’s POV, they/them enby Jask, aro soulmates, queerplatonic relationship, all the love and softs, The Beatles reference (song)

In My Life

The setting sun casts her light through the dusty windows, casting the whole tavern in a warm and welcoming atmosphere. It brings a smile to Dandelion’s lips. There is something so familiar, so nostalgic about stepping into the tavern and having his senses assaulted with noise and smell and the feeling of unbridled joy. He rarely steps into them anymore these days, his purposes far beyond taverns in a town barely big enough to deserve its own name. 

And yet, here he is. Because Jaskier asked him to, and there is nothing Jaskier could ask of him that he would deny them. 

Dandelion smiles as he takes a look around, gleefully noting that in the many years that have passed since he last set foot into this particular tavern, nothing in here has changed. Not even the barmaids or their voluptuous bosoms. 

He smiles to himself, inexplicably feeling a few decades younger and as though he belongs here. Among the smell of stale ale and lukewarm stew, the raucous laughter and delighted squeals of men and women alike.

Dandelion orders himself a tankard of beer he knows will taste like piss, but ambience and occasion call for it. He takes to watching the patrons for a while, waiting for Jaskier and the reason they are so adamant on meeting him here.

It’s been so long since his and Jaskier’s paths crossed, time and place never quite on their side anymore these days. But it’s fine because the love is still there, the affection clear in the lines of every letter they write each other. They are older now than they were when they first met in this very place, and the world around them has changed quite a bit. And still, through it all, their deep love and friendship remains the same.

Dandelion loses himself in his ponderings for a moment, not quite sure how he got so lucky to have Jaskier in his life and in his heart. The warmth of the tavern seeps through his skin and settles in his heart as he lets his mind wander in grateful reminiscence.

A short while later, he finally catches a glimpse of Jaskier where they are approaching the fireplace near the back. A makeshift stage has been set up – the same stage where he and his little flower sang their first duet together all those decades ago. Dandelion notes with delight that, just like the rest of the tavern, this little stage has remained the same as well.

He watches as Jaskier stands and takes a look around the patrons, their eyes holding not the slightest trace of the nervousness they once felt. Dandelion can’t help but smile at him, even more so when Jaskier’s eyes meet his. 

They look good in the firelight, their hair longer than it used to be, silver streaks adorning it and telling their own tales of life and time. The beard is still there, the same traces of age betraying those blue eyes of theirs that have lost nothing of their boyish charm. Or their shine.

Jaskier still outshines every last person in this entire town and Dandelion loves them all the more for it.

They grin in excitement before it turns into something softer, something deeper. Something secret. Only for the two of them to see, to know, to feel. Dandelion holds their gaze, that familiar warmth blooming in his chest. That warmth he knows is the love he feels for his little flower. That very same warmth that has not cooled down in the past decades and has become his constant companion on his travels through the Continent. 

The sounds of Jaskier beginning their first song is what brings Dandelion back to the present. Gentle strums on a lute he knows oh so well. It’s a familiar song that quickly enough has the whole tavern joining. Even Dandelion finds himself humming along, the easy companionable atmosphere enough to draw him in further to the age-old memories of his younger self.

Jaskier sings a few songs like that, a ballad here and there that brings their audience to tears, and Dandelion would love to capture this moment. It makes for excellent inspiration, watching one’s love bring life and joy. 

And then there is a stretched moment of silence that makes him look up, searching his best friend’s eyes and finding them already resting on him. Jaskier is nervous, he knows. But they are also smiling, a shy little thing that intrigues Dandelion like nothing has in a long time. 

Jaskier begins their song with gently plucking their lute strings.

“There are places I'll remember,

All my life, though some have changed.”

It’s a new song. It must be! Dandelion leans forward, resting his elbows on the table before him, not willing to miss even a second of this. 

“Some forever, not for better.

Some have gone and some remain.”

He grins, reminded again of how this very tavern hasn’t changed at all in the past what must already be close to thirty years. Jaskier catches his grin and smiles before continuing.

It’s a beautiful song and Dandelion finds himself caught between watching Jaskier, listening to the words themselves or the way they are sung. Everything is captivating.

“Some are dead and some are living

In my life, I've loved them all.” 

There is raw emotion in the air and it takes no expert in the performing arts to know that Jaskier is singing a piece of their heart to the audience. No, not to the audience. To him. 

It is Jaskier’s next words that melt his heart and make his eyes sting with it. 

“But of all these friends and lovers

There is no one compares with you.” 

Dandelion has always known without a doubt that the bard with the light in their eyes and fire in their heart is his soulmate. Granted, Jaskier had known before, declared their love openly on the very first day they met - in less than rosy circumstances, mind you. Not in a romantic way but in one that mattered more, one that still does. Deeper and stronger than anything Dandelion had ever felt before. 

And now, decades after Jaskier first declared their love so openly and genuinely, decades after they first sang together, they find themselves here again. With a love in their hearts that still surpasses romance, different to the love they feel for their witchers. A love that is nothing more and nothing less than their lives and hearts and minds unquestionably intertwined.

This is theirs. And it’s the most. 

Dandelion feels himself overcome with emotions, memories of days long past filling his mind, pictures of possible futures flooding his heart. Love and pride and warmth and so, so much more. 

“Though I know I'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before.

I know I'll often stop and think about them.

In my life, I love you more.”

Jaskier’s song is coming to a close and Dandelion feels so much, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. The world around him returns with the last strum of lute strings, though the world is only composed of Jaskier’s gentle eyes. 

“In my life, I love you more,” they sing again, quiet and once again only for him. 

Dandelion swallows, still too immersed in his own emotions to say or do anything. The audience gives them the applause they deserve -- and, more importantly, the coin! All the while, Dandelion is only sitting there. Feeling. 

When Jaskier approaches him, it’s with that shy smile again, but there is also excitement glistening in their eyes in that old familiar way that opened Dandelion’s heart all this time ago. 

Neither of them talk for a while, both too overwhelmed and too content to let their companionable silence speak for them. They’re leaning against each other, though, basking in the other’s presence like they always have. The time for words will come later.

It is only at night, when they go upstairs to share a room, that Dandelion finds his voice again where it has been buried beneath emotions all night. 

“Good night, Dandi, love you,” Jaskier mumbles, their eyes drooping as they’re falling asleep. Dandelion watches them for a moment longer, recalling the words of the song in the quiet of their room. 

He smiles and closes his eyes, though sleep will be a long time coming yet. “Love you most, little flower.” 

[alltheficsiwant]

When Foxy meets Wolfie

When Foxy meets Wolfie | One Shot

Summary: You started your Wednesday coding and hoping to end it the same way. So when, your bestfriend Wanda dragged you to a club named Winter a few blocks away from your Brooklyn apartment. You are expecting to nurse one beer and be Wanda's designated sober friend. You DID not expect to meet the most handsome man you could ever see.

Ratings: 18+

Warnings: Brief mentions of violence but not much. Just very brief. This is just pure meet-cute? I guess?

Words: 5.9K

Pairings: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Tech!Reader

Author's note: This is related to the Gummy Bears universe. Calling this the Wolfie and Foxy Universe from now on. :) Hope you like it guys!

Also, sorry if its a long one shot. I can't help it! I'm a detail whore. I have to explain some things. Just a warning. I apologize for any errors in spelling and grammar. I do not have a beta reader and I promise to edit this soon. - J💕

MAIN MASTERLIST

“Now this is what I am talking about,” You mumbled to yourself as you leaned back and watched as your code started to take form. Becoming more concrete and to think the idea only came out of you moments ago.

You can just say that you are in the zone and for you this is the perfect day to spend your day-off. Though basically, working at Wakanda Industries, hours are flexible and you are not exactly required to work over time or report to the office everyday. If they need you, you just show up but most days you can do your work at home.

Which is what you have been doing since the beginning when you started to work for them. You were just a mere IT worker back at Utah when you got the offer straight from the sister of the owner who is now your boss, Shuri. She found out about your code that completely changed the game of hacking.

“So you are Foxy3029,” 

Okay, that is not your best moment when you chose that name but it was that time the obsession with Naruto is too high and you have been jacked by gummy bears and red bulls for days creating the system. A circumventing system that could literally be a backdoor to any unhackable network. Of course, you put it out there and if a hacker didn’t decode it correctly. It destroys the hackers capability to hack at all.

It was notorious for silencing well-known black hat hackers that tried to infiltrate governments. In creating that code in your second year of college. You figured out that no-one would know who you are that is why you resorted to that nickname with the random numbers.

You were wrong. Of course, Shuri being one of the geniuses in her generation (You shocked her by admitting that you are an old lady now. When in fact, you are just two years older than Shuri.), apparently didn’t manage to figure out your code but instead found your signature all over it.

She managed to trace it back to your old dingy apartment in Utah. Shuri even told you that she begged T’challa to fly her to Utah and find you. As soon as she saw your tiny little self inside the dilapidated apartment building with sweatpants on and a dirty hoodie with a setup laughable enough to elicit a question, how the hell did you make the code while using that?

Shuri offered you a job in New York as his Deputy Program Head Manager and relocated you near them. All expenses paid with a salary four times more than your current one.

Who in their right mind would say no to that? You sure as hell didn’t.

Now for the past four years, you have been working alongside Shuri developing numerous state of the art technology that is being sold all around the world. Of course, no one knows about your involvement,  you wanted it that way. You wanted to remain anonymous and for the hell of it, you and Shuri decided to keep your hacker name as Foxy and remove the numbers.

Every Wakanda Industries technology has Foxy on it. You have worked with her in developing electric cars that are now patented and being used by Elon Musk to create his own line of cars. Of course the engine and the mechanics came from Wakanda Industries.

Then the solar paneled plants that you and Shuri made sure planted to cities who have no access to other means of electricity except the Sun. 

Then a few years ago, you and Shuri took an old biotech project from the Stark Industries which they sold for a high price to Wakanda Industries. You and Shuri created vibranium prosthetics that helped veterans or any disabled person. Of course, it was a bit of a list now since it wasn’t given freely.

There are still compatibility issues and there are a series of tests that you and Shuri are trying to work on in order to lessen the numbers of the issues and make it more possible for everyone. It isn’t sold exactly but the project earns a lot of money from investors who wanted to use it as a tax evasion. You tried to help as much as many people through other's hard earned money.

Right now, you have one particular person that asked for a much more modified movement for their prosthetics. A VIP, Shuri said and she hoped that you would be able to figure it out.

You did and you are as you write the very code that you think would help with the compatible issue with this VIP’s prosthetics. Shuri named him White Wolf, you don't know why but you decided to call him Wolfie. You also noticed that Wolfie is apparently one of the first ones who had test drive it when it was still under Stark and now Wolfie is in maintenance with Wakanda.

You never met the client because Shuri handles the brunt work. You are all behind the scenes.

So yeah, here you are on your day-off and still working. Well, this is your life and you are a grown ass adult. You can do the fuck—-

“Oh my little foxyyy!” A sing-song voice interrupted your thoughts. Your fingers halting its movement over your keyboard. You knew that voice.

“Wanda?” you called you. You heard some clattering and a curse that nearly rolled your eyes.

“Gosh, Y/N, when the hell did you last clean this place?” Wanda emerged from the living room towards your work space. Her eyes looked around the mildly cluttered room. “At least your work space is semi-clean,”

You rolled your eyes at her again. “My living room isn’t cluttered,” You mused. “It’s chaotically organized,” 

“Chaotically orga— you know what? Nevermind. Up you get,” She suddenly said as she looked at you with a raised brow and a hand on her hip. Eerily, it conjured the image of your mother but you quickly shook your head at that. She is too far away from you for her soul to even visit you. She is quite content with the monthly money you gave her.

“What?” you only supplied as you looked at her confused.

Wanda looked at you confused as to why not you are doing what you are supposed to be doing. Because clearly, you don’t know what she is implying.

“Did you seriously— check your phone,” She quickly cut her question off to point at you. You looked around trying to find it and came up empty handed. You scratched the back of your head.

“Where the hell did I put it?” You thought out loud.

“Now that is why,” Wanda sighed as you turned around to see her pulling out her phone from her pocket. She fiddled with it and put it over her ear. Silence enveloped the two of you until a distant ringtone was heard. The both of you, momentarily united, searched for it. You followed the sound as you walked out of your working space and into the chaotically organized living room.

Then through another hallway towards your room. You opened it and then the sound is now louder. The familiar tune of the current One Piece theme song playing loudly. You dove through the unmade covers of your bed and finally found your phone. You created a triumphant sound before lifting it up. Wanda stood at the door with narrowed eyes as you looked down at your phone.

“You texted me,” you trailed off and raised a brow. “Yesterday?”

“How long have you been in that workspace?” Wanda asked and you looked up at her sheepishly.

"Yesterday?" You repeated and Wanda rolled her eyes at you.

"Okay, that's it." She marched over to you and took your phone. You tried to protest as she threw it down on the mattress and proceeded to drag you towards the bathroom. "Take a shower. We are going out,"

"B-but"

"No buts!" Wanda said as she sharply turned around to look at you. You shrunk to yourself and leaned against the bathroom wall. You have seen her with her eyes wide and nostrils flared. Usually it was for her brother but now you get why Pietro always does what Wanda wants.

He was right. Her eyes do glow red when she's angry.

"Y/N, I love you but for the love of God. Just do what I say,"

"Okay," You mumbled and Wanda sighed when she probably saw the puppy eyes you are sporting.

"I'll pick out your outfit and lay it out on the bed. We are going out tonight," She said with such finality that it just made you nod.

Welp. You guess that coding is for another day.

You flinched as you watched the people in the dance. Seriously, do they really have to grind to each other like that? You shivered at the thought.

You decided to look away and looked around. The club you were in is called Winter. One of the famous clubs located in Brooklyn. You have known about it and you knew it was famous. It was nice despite it having too many people. The interior was sick and drinks are exquisite. Despite being a tad expensive, your Wakanda paycheck can compensate.

Though you were still quite surprised by the line it has on a wednesday night. You also wonder how Wanda managed to snag you both a reservation for a booth in such a short notice. You don't question it once Wanda mentioned it was through her "connections". You guess being one of the best art curators in New York has its perks.

Speaking of Wanda, your eyes searched for the red head and instantly saw her grinding on a black skinned man in a suit. You raised a brow at that before you chuckled as you saw the bedroom eyes she was giving the man.

You plan to let Wanda have a good time while you keep to your beer and the fries you ordered. Then take her back to Manhattan and you go back to your Brooklyn apartment to continue the coding. 

Judging by the way she moved with the man, she is going home to someone's apartment. It was a good thing she chose Winter instead of Scorpion which is in Manhattan. Winter is only three blocks away from your apartment.

"Hey there," You jumped as a voice interrupted your thoughts. You looked up and blinked a couple times at the man that is now standing in front of the booth you were occupying. You blinked some more to see his features and you nearly recoiled at the sly smirk he is giving you.

"Uh, yes?" You didn't bother to hide your lack of interest as you took another sip of your beer as you went back to eat the rest of the fries.

"Alone?" The man asked, clearly ignoring your lack of interest.

"Nope, I have friends," You answered back to him and you didn't even bother to look at him as you took a piece of the fries to eat. Though it missed the target, as you were suddenly jostled until you felt the man sit beside you. You dropped the fries in shock as you immediately moved away from him until your back hit the end of the booth which is a wall.

"Great, you don't mind giving you some company?" He cockily said with a smirk as he turned his body to you. Now that he's closer, you were suddenly hit by a heady cologne and it nearly made you gag. You resorted to covering your nose with the sleeve of your jacket.

"I do mind and I'm not interested," You told him as you try to stick yourself against the wall. Your eyes alert to his every move.

The man only chuckled as he took a piece of the fries and ate it. 

"Playing hard to get?"

"No playing. I'm not really interested," You gritted out. "Go to someone who gives a fuck,"

The man clearly a dumb fuck, continue his advances. His arm laid on the table as he slid closer to you. His thighs hit your knees. You jumped at that and tried to pull down the leather skirt Wanda insisted for you to wear.

Where the hell is Wanda?

"You're feisty. I like it," He mused as his other hand finally touched your knee. You jerked it off but he laid it back over your clothed thighs. That made you freeze as you looked at him in fear. "You are too tense, baby. Let me help you unwind, yeah?"

"No!" You shout as you feel his hand trying to lift your skirt. You were so focused on what was happening that you didn't notice the music had lowered and a man standing behind him. You fight him off but the man is insistent and when he is about to lean forward to kiss you.

That's when you saw it.

A gleaming black and gold hand wrapped itself from the back of the man's neck. The next thing you know a crash had echoed through the club. It was dead silent now.

The man groaned in pain at the unexpected manhandling. 

If every eye is on the bastard, yours was to the man who saved you and a very familiar vibranium arm.

The image of the arm blueprints came to mind. The very same one you were working earlier that night though as you trailed your eyes from the arm to the owner. You can't help but gasp as pools of electric blue stare at you.

It was hard for a moment but it softened a bit as your eyes connected with his.

"Are you okay doll?" You blinked at his question. Still unable to move or even speak. You are just nearly assaulted by the vilest bastard and now you are facing a man that would probably be Wolfie that Shuri is talking about. Talk about unexpected encounters.

"Y/N!" Wanda suddenly came to view. Her eyes wide, probably sobered up quickly seeing your state. She crawled towards you in the booth and reached to look over you. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

You let Wanda touch you and check you over. You would grumble at her but you just had a whiplash moment. One moment you think that you might be raped at the middle of a fucking club and the next you are facing a man whose eyes nearly drowns you.

“Y/N!” You finally blinked and looked at Wanda. Your mind clears a bit as you finally take in the situation. You looked at her as she repeated her question.

“N-no, I’m okay” You managed to stutter out. “B-but he touched me,”

“Where?” The both of you looked at the sharp and hardened voice. The man with the vibranium arm still stood there, the softness in his expression was still there as you looked back at him but anger was vibrating off his body. 

“M-my thighs and k-knee,” You continue to say. The man’s eyes darkened as he looked down at your body. As if trying to see any bruises or traces but he must have found something because he turned abruptly. Wanda moved to pull you out of the booth. You shakily stood up and leaned your body against you.

You can clearly see now the man is on a hold of the dark skinned man that Wanda was dancing with before. He had a chokehold over the man who struggled against it. Wolfie, you decided to call him inside your head, walk— no— stalked towards him. Like a predator going after his prey.

The club is awfully quiet now as the patrons watch but you didn’t have time to think about why he had so much hold over the club when you heard a shout of pain.

Your eyes turned to see Wolfie ramming his fist against the man’s right knee making him buckle.

“You don’t fucking touch a woman if she says no,” You heard him grunt out after the punch then he did another punch on the other one. This time an audible pop can be heard and the people gasp. You however were stunned in silence.

“You don’t fucking force yourself on someone,” He grunted out again. Then he breathed deeply as if composing himself while he fixed the lapels of his suit jacket.

“Lastly, you don’t break a fucking rule in my club,” With that he deliver a solid kick to the man’s head rendering him unconscious. The dark skinned man let him go, undisturbed by the act of violence. Once the bastard is slumped over the ground, Wolfie casually motions for someone. Two men both long haired, one blonde and one raven haired picked the bastard. 

Wolfie then looked over at you, not caring about the stares he was getting from people as he walked back. His eyes became softer every second he neared you. 

“The show is over— the next drink everyone orders is in the house for the inconvenience!” Suddenly the dark skinned man spoke and then the crowd cheered as the music flooded the club.

Wolfie finally reached you and Wanda. His electro blue eyes are just there watching your face.

“T-thank you,” you managed to stutter out. Though, you winced a bit at the loud sound of the music. Wolfie must have noticed it because he was already motioning for his men before he turned to you. 

“Why don’t we take the both of you to the VIP room? As a compensation for the inconvenience,” You turned to Wanda not knowing what to do after this. Wanda looked back to you also unsure. The instinct to just leave and let the night be is strong but you are quite curious about Wolfie.

“Also, I don’t want your Wednesday night to be a waste. You guys just came in an hour ago, let me treat you guys some drinks, yes?” He insisted. 

Wanda looked at him and then at you. Wait an hour ago? Has he been—

“It's up to you babe,” Wanda asked you and you looked at her then back at Wolfie.

“Okay,”

The two of you were whisked away to the VIP room. You finally got yourself together as you and Wanda settled down the plushed seats. The VIP room looks far different from the club. Maybe it's more well lit and not filled with those LCD red and blue lights that continue to flicker.

The loud pounding sounds of the club is effectively cut off as soon as the door of the room is closed. Wolfie asked the dark-skinned man that you later on will know as Sam, to guide the both of you. He said he still had to personally take care of the bastard that assaulted you before disappearing towards the door the two long haired men took him. You briefly saw another tall blonde man joining him.

“If you need anything just holler at me out there,” Sam said as he waited by the door. You shakily nodded and sat down while Wanda offered the man a smile.

“Thank you Sam,” Wanda said in a tone that you would have teased her about if you are not still recovering from shock. Sam caught it and chuckled.

“You owe me a dance, beautiful,” Sam said and Wanda giggled.

“I should get your number then,” Wanda answered back and your brain finally caught up as you looked at her incredulously. Trust your best friend to still flirt with a guy even in these situations. You can’t help but chuckle. “You know so I can cash it in anytime,”

Sam chuckled as he sauntered— yes, he sauntered— towards her as Wanda pulled out her phone. You saw Sam quickly put a number in and gave it back to Wanda.

“I’ll be waiting then,” Sam said and then looked over at you. “We might also be seeing one another more often,” He mused and without any further explanation he left the room. 

Wanda then looked at you with raised brows. “What does he mean by that?” She asked as she sat beside you again. Her arm immediately wrapped around your shoulders as you leaned against her.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” you told her as you looked down at your hand unsure if you should tell Wanda that you might actually know but you are not entirely sure if you—

“You are rolling something inside your head, spill it out,” Wanda said.

“Okay– I might know him. Remember when you barged into my house on a Wednesday night and demanded to go—”

“I didn’t demand, I already told you about it yesterday—”

“--- I know, I know— anyway, I was working on a coding for one of our VIP clients and the guy’s arm, the one who saved me, it was the same arm in the blueprint,” You told her and Wanda stared at you as you finished explaining. "He's Wolfie," You decided to tell him the nickname you gave him.

"Wolfie---" Wanda started but ultimately shook her head. She knew how weird things are in your head and she decided not to ask about that. "Nevemind-- but are you saying he’s one of your company’s clients?”

“Probably? I don’t know!”

“Do you even know who he really was?”

You now looked at her confused. “You know Wolfie?” You asked. Wanda’s eyes widened. “Oh my God!” She exclaimed as she leaned back to stare at you in disbelief. You just looked at her confused.

“What is it?”

“Do you seriously don’t know who he was? I thought you knew him!” Wanda exclaimed. "Of course, if you knew him you wouldn't be calling him wolfie." She grumbled as an after thought.

You shook your head suddenly and very confused. “No! I didn’t know who he was. Do you think I keep up with the socialites of New York?!”

“You should because he is on the top of the food chain!” Wanda told you.

“On top of the food chain? You mean he’s like the mayor or something—”

“Babe, he is more than the mayor or the governor of New York city. He runs this whole city, he owns several clubs. Didn’t you honestly hear of him?”

Okay, to be fair, you might be tech savvy between the two but you don’t really keep up with any news outside of your work. You can tell Wanda who is the best leading tech scientist and inventor. You can even fucking recite the whole function of python and how you can code a robot to do your bidding. But you are not that adverse with the business world and anything like that. Hell, you only heard of the Kardashians like a few years ago (Shuri had a field day at that).

So, No, you don’t know who the hell that handsome, blue eyed stranger was. You just knew he is probably the VIP that you are doing the code for.

“If I did, it would be obvious Wanda. Just tell me who he is?!”

“James Buchanan Barnes,” A voice interrupted the two of you. You both jumped to see the very man you both are talking about. Your eyes widened to see him out of his coat and only in a long sleeved button up. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. The shirt barely kept it together as it fit his biceps perfectly. He stood tall too as has his right hand on his pocket while the vibranium arm you saw earlier tonight rested beside him. His hair was a bit long, swept back away from his face.

His eyes are staring down at you with a smirk. “You never heard of me before, doll?”

“I-I don’t really keep up with anything outside work,” You stuttered. You felt Wanda clutching on to you a bit tighter.

“S-sorry about her not to know who you are Mr. Barnes–”

James cut her off with a chuckle as he fully entered the room. Sam and a blonde man right behind him. The sound of the club was effectively cut off once the door was closed.

“No need for that, it's quite refreshing to find someone who doesn’t know me,” He moved swiftly, making you and Wanda instinctively sit down. James walked over until he was beside you.

“May I?” He asked as he motioned for the seat beside you. You nodded swiftly too caught up with staring at his face. Gosh, Y/N, is this your first time seeing a handsome man?

“You really don’t know me, doll?” James asked again, amusement swimming in his eyes as he looked at you now that he was comfortably seated. You turned towards him completely.

“Sadly, yes?” It came out more like a question and that earned a chuckle from the three men in the room. Wanda is oddly quiet. “B-but kinda?” You hurriedly added and that made James raise a brow at you.

“Kinda?”

“Yes, I— ugh,” Your eyes went to his vibranium arm and pointed at it. “That,” You supplied as if that would explain everything. James looked down on it before he lifted it up for the both of you to examine.

“This? You know the arm but not the man himself?”

You sheepishly rub a hand behind your neck. “I um, I work on the coding of that,” You told him and recognition flashed before his eyes.

“Foxy” As soon as it was said, you can’t help the involuntary groan that came out of you. You can now hear Wanda snickering behind you.

“Oh gosh, I hate when I hear that name,” You grumbled.

“Well, you asked Shuri to keep it that way,” Wanda supplied and you turned to her, missing the amusement and wonder that is now on James' face as he watched you interact with Wanda.

“She kind of forced me to keep the name. She’s my boss after all, can I really say no to her?” You told her.

“So you are the developer that Shuri has been telling me to meet,” James mumbled and that made you turn back to him. Your eyes wide. Shuri talked about you to him? “I knew you were special the moment I saw you walked in my club tonight,”

“You saw me?” You squeaked out and James chuckled. Slowly he lifted his vibranium arm, his eyes silently asking a question. You don’t know what he was actually asking you but you nodded. Thankful that he was this way compared to the bastard. Consent is actually sexy if you ask yourself.

He reached out to touch your cheek delicately. You were quite shocked at the warmth that the arm had emitted. It must have been one of the latest updates you put into the program of the arm together with Shuri’s tech.

“How couldn’t I? You don’t exactly look like you wanted to be here,” James chuckled out and that involuntarily coaxed a reaction out of you. You pouted as you remembered the coding you forced yourself to leave behind.

“Well, you’re not wrong about that,”

“Y/N!” Wanda scolded you and you turned your head to look at her but it was stopped by the vibranium hand. Making your cheeks squish a bit still you persisted. Not wanting to back down.

“You took me away from my computer. I was coding for Wolfie and I am in the zone,” You grumbled as you pouted not even noticing how James didn’t remove his hand and instead caressed your cheeks as you spoke. Though he tilted his head when he heard a nickname. Wolfie huh?

“I told you, you are too cooped up.”

“Well, if you left me alone, this wouldn’t happen,” Suddenly the air was sucked out of the room and now you realize your words. Your eyes widened to see Wanda looking guilty. James let you go as you moved to take Wanda in your arms.

“H-hey, I'm sorry. It's not what I meant,” You sighed as Wanda crumbled in your arms.

“I-I shouldn’t have left you alone. I-I”

“It's nobody’s fault but that bastard,” James offered as the two of you looked over at him. He offered an apologetic look. “My club is supposed to be the safest place. We do not tolerate those kinds of bastards.”

“Yeah, it's nobody’s fault,” You agreed with James as you looked at Wanda who sniffled. You reached up to wipe the few tears that came out. “Also, it's unexpected really. I never attract any guys with what I am wearing,” 

You spoke that so casually that made all four people in the room taken aback.

“Y/N–”

“You are selling yourself short, Doll.” James once again cut Wanda off who was about to jump into a scolding that you knew all too well. You finally turned back to James and looked at her confused.

“I’m not,” You told him indignantly. “I am not selling myself short. I know I’m decent looking but come on,” You lifted the jacket and shirt you were wearing. “With this shirt and jacket, It's not a surprise the bouncer in front asked for my ID just to be sure I’m not under 18. It would have been enough to keep men away,”

James looked over at you before he chuckled. “Doll, you really don’t know the effect you have huh?”

You still looked at him confused. Momentarily forgetting that you are possibly in front of one of the dangerous men in New York judging by the way Wanda called him that he was on top of the food chain.

“If the words that are coming out of your mouth are—” you clear your throat as you try to deepen your voice. “---- Doll, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve seen. I wouldn’t have noticed you if you weren’t—” then you revert back to your original voice. “--- I don’t want to hear it,” You abruptly stood up and took a deep breath. 

“Thank you for saving me earlier but I think me and my friend would be leaving,” You told him and proceeded to drag Wanda who started to protest. 

James didn’t do anything as he let you, his eyes watching your every move. He can only chuckle while the other two men just look at you impressively.

“Usually, girls throw themselves at me,” James drawled as he leaned back at the cushions as you stopped short. “I like you, Doll,”

“You don’t even know me,” you told him as you turned around to look at him.

“Maybe I will, soon.” he told you as he lifted his vibranium arm. “Now that I know you are foxy,” 

You bit your lip at that. “I won't meet up with the VIPs. They are too stuck up and I am not the kind of person to even bother with them,”

James only chuckled amusedly. “That’s the reason why,” He answered, totally far from what you are discussing, that you looked back down at him confused.

“What?”

James only looked at you, mischief swimming in his eyes now. “That’s the reason why you are a beautiful doll. You are feisty little one,”

You just narrowed your eyes at him. Gosh what is it with handsome people with egos the size of New York? Why is all the egotistic and dangerous men have the most beautiful eyes you had ever fucking seen– stop it Y/N.

“We’re leaving,” you only declared. Not wanting to stay a minute longer or else you would melt with his stupid words—

“You owe me, Y/N.” Your hand froze, hovering above the door’s handle as your name came out of his mouth. You bite your lip as your stomach does a flip at the sultry tone. He repeated again with a hint of amusement now. You took a deep breath as you turned towards him.

“Now I owe you? I thought it was your club’s fault that this happened to me?” You asked, clearly not thinking about your words. Your tone challenged and James picked up on it as he stood up.

“I can just compensate you with a free drink but I decided to take you in my VIP room which was actually reserved to one of my highly valued customers,” James explained as he looked around the room. “This cost around 1700 dollars at least,”

Your eyes widened at that. You might have been doing a decent job at Wakanda and receiving enough wage to live your lifestyle and support your mother but damn. 1700 dollars for only a fucking room? You could have bought groceries with that kind of money plus new games for you PS5 and PS4.

“I-I didn’t ask you about this. You offered,” You retorted as you crossed your arms over your chest. Not wanting to back down. Gosh, you should have walked away now you are going to be dead somewhere in the ditch and forgotten. 

You felt Wanda silently reprimanding you, asking you to stop answering back or both of you will be dead but it seems like James is entertained.

“You got me there, Doll.” He said as he moved forward until he stood right in front of you. You stiffened a bit as you saw him towering over you. Despite wearing platform boots (courtesy of Wanda), you had to look up to be able to see his face. “How about I get your number and I’ll make it up to you, besides you don’t know me either.”

You stared back at him. “I think I know enough,” You mumbled to him but James shook his head.

“Not enough, Doll.”

“You’re dangerous,”

“Not with me doll,” He countered as he pulled out his phone and offered it to you. You blinked down at it. "You're safe with me,"

“What if I don’t give it to you tonight?”

James chuckled at that. “New York is small. I know it like the back of my hand, we’ll bump to each other,”

“I didn’t exist in your periphery until today and I have been here for more than four years now,” You told him, trying to stand your ground. You are that stubborn and it is supposed to have wear him down but James is just finding this fun.

“You did exist, Doll.” He lifted his vibranium arm again. “I just knew you as Foxy,”

You purse your lips trying to think. Half tempted to petulantly call him Wolfie. The nickname you had decided to call him from now on. Dead or not.

“Just give your damn number Y/N,” Wanda hissed at you as you glanced at her by the corner of your eye. “Don’t fight him on this please. I would like to live for another day,”

You sighed. You snatched his phone and decided to put your number. Your personal one and then offered it back to him. He took it making sure his fingers brushed yours, you jumped at the contact. If he noticed, he only smirked at you.

“Don’t call me too much. I might not answer,” You told him and James just smiled as he saved it up making sure you see it.

Foxy 🦊

“Let’s see, Foxy.” He mused and you nodded before you turned around. As you reached for the door, a thought came to you and slowly you turned back to him.

“What did you do to the bastard?” You can’t help but ask and James’ face turned serious for a moment before he only offered a smirk.

“You don’t have to think about it. It’s already been handled,”

“Like dirty laundry?” you asked and James raised a brow at you. You might have been oblivious to his identity but you knew how the people that are involved in some things or even the socialites handle problems. They disregard it like Dirty Laundry. Something you don’t talk about.

“Yeah, something like that,” He drawled. The Brooklyn accent is heavy on it as he regards you with an intensity that makes you blush. You nodded.

“Right, we are going.” You said as you grabbed Wanda’s hand and turned to the door. “Don’t make me regret giving you my number Wolfie,” You told him as you walked out. Deciding to throw another caution to the wind. You missed seeing James' eyes sparkle at the nickname.

“I’ll make sure of it Foxy,” You heard him call out.

Gosh, what did you get yourself into?

[lyrabythelake]

if you're fine with taking this request, maybe twilight talking about his adventure for once with wild? i always see fics of twi offering comfort to wild for what happened in his journey but very rarely the other way around. thank you so much!! 💕💕

Of course! Thanks for sending in this prompt <33

Twilight has a lot of quirks to his personality that Wild has never really questioned. He growls when he’s angry (even in human form), he fiddles with his shadow crystal through his tunic when he’s nervous, he likes his meat rare, and he disappears at twilight.

All of them have oddities about them, like how Four covers the mirror in every room they stay in, how Time will stare trancelike for hours at the moon, how Hyrule separates from them sometimes because being around people too long makes him overwhelmed. They all have their secrets and they respect each other enough not to judge or pry.

But Wild can’t deny that he’s curious. He’s known Twilight the longest of all of them, nearing on two years now, and never once has he divulged where he goes when the sun sets.

Now, as he stalks silently through the woods, following glimpses of Wolfie’s tail as it weaves through the trees, he tells himself he’s justified. This area of Hyrule is particularly dangerous—Hylia, they’ve been ambushed three times today—and he tells himself his tailing Twilight is not fuelled by his own petty curiosity, but a need to make sure he’s safe. It’s concern for his friend’s physical safety, nothing more.

Wolfie emerges from the trees at the top of a steep hill, a bald island peaking from a sea of trees with a view right over the horizon. Wild watches from the edge of the treeline as his silhouette, stark against the last embers of the waning sun, shifts from wolf to man and sits on the grass atop the hill.

He’s still for a while, simply watching as the sun disappears and the light turns from gold to murky dusk, and then…

“I know you’re there, Cub. I can hear you breathing.”

Wild startles so hard he has to steady himself against the nearest tree trunk. Twilight doesn’t sound angry, though; in fact, he sounds faintly amused.

“Ah,” says Wild. “Sorry.”

Twilight looks at him, his expression unreadable in the advancing darkness, and pats the ground beside him. Wild takes the invitation to climb the rest of the way up the hill and sits beside him, shoulder to shoulder.

“I was just checking you didn’t run into any monsters,” Wild explains. “I didn’t mean to follow you all the way to… wherever we are.”

Twilight chuckles, though Wild is a little concerned to hear it carries none of his usual energy or cheer.

“I’m sure,” he says. “Thank you for looking out for me. And this is nowhere special, just a place to watch the sunset.”

Wild hesitates.

“I’ve noticed you disappear a lot around this time of day.”

Twilight nods. “And you got curious.”

“No! I mean, well, yes, but it’s none of my business. It’s always been something you’ve done alone, so…”

He trails off into silence, and Twilight makes no move to continue their conversation. They’ve always been able to speak relatively freely with each other, and the pregnant pause starts to make him nervous.

“I can go if you want,” says Wild, “but you seem… sad.”

Twilight is always there for him when he feels lost and alone, when he feels the guilt from his failures so strongly it feels like it’s tearing him up inside. Wild has never been good with words, but the least he can do is be there for him in return.

“Rusl used to say dusk is the only time when our world intersects with theirs,” Twilight says quietly. Wild is confused at first, then remembers some of the tales Twilight has told him about his adventure. He’s never heard the whole story, but he’s been given enough fragments that he can work most of it out, and he knows Twilight well enough to know who in particular this is about.

“I go out everyday to watch the sunset,” Twilight continues, “hoping I’ll feel… something, any connection to her at all, but there’s always just… silence.” He sighs, shaking his head. “It’s stupid, I know. I don’t know why I would ever expect—”

“It’s not stupid!” Wild interjects, blushing slightly at the accidental abruptness of his interruption. “I mean, I understand what it’s like to miss people; it’s not stupid to want to feel closer to her.”

Twilight gives him a strange look, a small, sad smile playing on his lips. It’s so unlike him, so different to the cheerful, tongue-in-cheek personality he normally conveys, that Wild wonders if he condenses all his sadness, all his pain to this one point in the day. Lets himself feel it all at once so he can bottle it up the rest of the time. The thought makes him very sad.

“She was with me through the worst time of my life,” Twilight says, looking back over the horizon. “She was there, by my side, for so long and then she was just… gone. Sometimes I wonder if she even cared about me at all. I mean, surely there was another way…”

With a pang in his heart, Wild shifts closer and rests his head on his mentor’s shoulder, hoping to provide comfort with sheer proximity.

“I think anyone would be hard-pressed to spend that much time with you and not care. I bet wherever she is, she’s watching the horizon and thinking of you too.”

Twilight sniffs. The first of the stars have appeared, twinkling against the dark blue sky.

“Thanks, Cub.”

[syiano]

Hey man! How are you? Could you do a headcanon about the avengers with a werewolf boyfriend? I know that is crazy! Love your content and thanks 😘💖💖

Hi, anon! I've been hanging in there, and I hope you're doing well! AND TSYM 💕💕

{Requested}

Avengers x Male!Reader

Marvel Preferences: Werewolf Boyfriend

Steve is just not surprised by anything anymore, so you being a werewolf isn't something that's shocking to him. But he's gonna have to get used to your, er, 'werewolf habits'.

When you transformed into a wolf for the first time, he's was a little spooked, untill you curled up next to him. He's gotten used to it after a while, though. Steve trusts you to control yourself and will defend you if anyone believes you're a threat.

He's actually the first one to hop in to comfort you and try to calm you down if you ever get overwhelmed when in your wolf form.

Bucky going to be confused and a little weirded out at first, and even a little spooked. He doesn't think you're going to hurt him, he's just never seen anything like this before.

He was a little scared when you first transformed into a wolf, but then found himself just stroking your fur and cuddling up next to you. Bucky also feels safe when you look after him ('cause protective wolf instincts).

Tony sighs and tells himself he's always ends up running into weird people (only for you to probably tell him to shut up). He comes up witu a bunch of nicknames for you, like pup-pup, wolfy, and sniffer. (And then buys you a collar just to be an ass)

When you transform into a wolf, he says you smell like 'dog' ('cause he's Tony), and will say he will set you outside if you mess up anything in his lab or start howling. (And he also complains if he finds fur fur over his furniture)

Sam likes to bring up and laugh about the times where he used to be scared as hell by you, but now he just sees you a puppy. He playfully warns everyone not to make you angry, though.

Everyone does find it amusing how he's with a wolf, considering the fact that he's, y'know, based off a bird.

Scott thinks it's cool after spending fifteen (or more) minutes freaking out and wondering if this is real. He then asks you a bunch of questions almost everyday (even if you snap at him from being annoyed).

When you first transformed into a wolf, he remained completely still and threw a peice of meat to distract you like a dumbass. Nowadays, he literally buys dog toys and plays with you (and then asks if you can do a flip). Honestly, the next morning, the room is a mess because he loves rough housing when you're in your wolf form.

Peter thinks this is the coolest and scariest thing ever. It takes a couple moments for him to take all of this in, but reassures you that he doesn't love you any less when you would start to get worried of him rejecting you.

It's not rare for anyone to find Peter relaxing, watching TV with you laying across his lap, or laying his head on your wolf form as he sleeps.

Bruce was intimidated by you at first, but he's also interested at the same time. He sometimes asks you questions about your shifting if it doesn't bother you.

He isn't scared of you and makes sure you know he doesn't think any less of you or judging you since he knows how it feels to be in an entirely different form. He makes sure the environment you're in is comfortable for when you shift into a wolf so that you're not in distress.

Thor remembers how he uses to be suspicious of you when he first met you ('cause Fernis). But now, he just sees you as a puppy.

He doesn't react or see you as any different when you transform into a wolf, happily petting you and ruffling your fur while everybody else weirdly looks at the both of you.

Loki found you fasinicating as soon as he met you, and was amused to found out that you were a werewolf.  

He comments on how beautiful yet dangerous your wolf form is, and finds it rather endearing. He loves going out during the night with you, when it comes to you just howling at the moon or exploring. (Spoiler: He may shapeshift into a wolf and rough house with you.)

Pietro also remembers of being suspicious of you when you first met, but now finds himself falling in love with you.

Everyone literally sees the both of you running around the Tower or outside (with you in your wolf form), and it's common for you to leave a mess or accidentally destroy a few things .

[monstersandmaw]

MA’AM ( astonished-ly, not necessarily gendered(-ly?))

First brava, you made good on your promise of tooth rotting fluffy smut twice over. Like exceeded expectations then doubled back and did it again.

Not to continued singing the same praises over and over but really the depth you give your characters is just so beautiful. Gabe is so conscious of Odessa’s feelings and responses and her confort and safety is such a priority to him it makes me want to weep. He’s such a good boy (30% pun intended— also the one dog joke a day allowance made me laugh). Both Gabe and Odessa compliment and respect each other. Gabe seems a lot less shy and reserved I feel like now that Odessa knows his secret it’s such a weight off his chest that he can be more of his true self. And Odessa seeing Gabes reaction to HOW HOT AND JUST PERFECT SHE IS is a shot of confidence and helping rebuild her self image after her shitty had broken her self worth down.

I loved how they kept changing positions during the night but were always cuddled up somehow, very soft and ‘aww’. (Cue the 🥺🥺 face while I was reading it). Also like the erm…. Tasting… aspect while yes um very hot, it was also like really intimate and sweet how Gabe immediately dismissed what may have built up as an insecurity from the past relationship. And the “don’t think about him” we loveeeeee to see itttttttt.

I’m so happy for both of them they deserve each other so much. Nothing but the best for them. Just so good so pure.

Really excited to see Odessa interact with the dogs, they are in a way Gabes chosen family and I’m a little scared but really curious how the whole different lives situation gets resolved when Odessa’s vacation is over. Sorry to have made this all so long I really could just continue talking about it for longer. Thank you for such a fast update I really did not expect it, it feels like a early birthday present jusssssst for meeeee🥰🥰🥰 but really you spoil us all.

I’m sorry you’ve received bad news. Thank you for posting this for us early but I really hope it wasn’t more pressure on yourself. The last thing you deserve is to be overwhelmed with writing during a difficult time. As always you have all my gratitude and appreciation and some cake🍰🍰💕

Anon, I am undone by your kindness. Thank you.

Gabe is definitely relieved to be able to be his wolfy self more around Odessa, but he’s also scared of freaking her out with it, I think. The dogs are definitely his chosen family now, and they will play a bigger part in the next few chapters. I can’t wait to share it with you!

As for what comes after her holiday, that’s plotted out already for ‘season two’ as it were, fear not. There’s so much planned plot going on here Im a bit intimidated to tackle it! Haha.

As for the bad news, it’s my step-dad’s condition taking another turn for the worse. It’s a downward slope from here, and it’s getting steeper with each passing week. We don’t know what the timescale is really, and I don’t know how long he has left, and that honestly terrifies me. He’s been a second father to me all my life, teaching me so much and accepting me and loving me almost more than his own three daughters since i was a very small child, and I’m honesty devastated to be facing the prospect of life without him there.

This ask made me smile and wibble and laugh and cry, in all the best ways, and I’m so so grateful that you took the time to let me know how much you enjoyed my story. Thank you from the bottom of my wibbly-wobbly heart. 🖤

[bbugyu]

Okay so I know requests are closed so feel free to delete but I have to get this off my chest

I just read your svt sandwich headcanon again and gyuhao just 🧍🏻 the whole ✨soft artistic boys✨ thing and also the fucking size kink and “ganging up” (wtf) took me out and now I have a gyuhao brainrot 😵‍💫 and I was just wondering if you’d mind ever elaborating on your thoughts about them? Absolutely no pressure though!! 💕 As I said, I know requests are technically closed so 👉🏻👈🏻

oh my GODDDDD okay yes my requests are closed but i am ALWAYS DOWN FOR ASKS ABOUT MY THOUGHTS bc i don't know if you've noticed by. everything i've ever written LMFAO but i get carried away really easily and i am famously long winded so answering asks provides a good excuse to CUT THAT SHIT OUT and still be posting!!!! my asks are always open!

now that that's out of the way, GRRRAHHHHHHHH GYUHAOOOODFJKSDKFJJSDKLF they are sooOOOOOOO oh my god okay like actually i imagine they would want someone kinda similar in vibe to their existing relationship with each other so someone a little gentler, a little more artistic and whimsical and thoughtful. like hao would be so happy to have someone who actually gets up early enough to join him for his tea ceremonies in the morning (we both know mingyu is sleeping in). OMG guided meditations 😭 u n mingyu trying really hard to not make each other laugh with almost silent sniffles and vague coughing while minghao is literally in another universe KJHFKDJSHFJKS

and okay. listen. i know not everyone is of average height like i (174cm) but let's all be honest. you don't even have to be smaller than them for them to gang up on you LMAO you could literally be taller than them both and if you showed even a whisper of weakness your back is against the wall and they are all up in your shit AND YOU KNOW IM NOT LYING!!!!! YOU KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!

oops we got raunchy here's a break

god sorry but like can you even imagine. minghao is this slender lean strong boy (dancing the way he does requires so much leg and core strength i am actually so scared of him) and mingyu is built like a fucking brickhouse and the way the two of them would LITERALLY sandwich you is 🥵🥵🥵 mingyu behind u. holding ur thighs apart. his big ol wolfy teeth digging into your neck and shoulder. like surely he would eventually drop a thigh to tug at your nipples and feel all up your body, admiring every detail in your skin and squeezing all your curves. and HAO fuck hao would just. his super sexy hands GODDD he would have his fingers like BURIED in you or wrapped around your member like DEALERS CHOICE LADS!!! THEY BOTH BI IT COULD BE EITHER!!!!! but he's working you into a fucking tizzy and he's all up in your face asking if you like being handled like this, mingyu's grip on your thigh tightening and your other leg like DESPERATELY trying to gain leverage by hiking up on hao's hip but he just. grabs it with his free hand and pushes it aside and your mouth drops open and and he laps into you in a way that leaves you breathless.

mingyu gets all whiney. he's like "why do they get all the attention :(" and hao's fingers are still steadily getting you closer when he tugs gyu over your shoulder and catches him in a liplock too. you can feel mingyu's grip on you falter. you feel the way his hard on flinches against your back, and he starts grinding into you in hopes for something to fix the PROBLEM in his pants. god and the way that's just the beginning. like you haven't even made it to bed yet and you're already not sure your legs can support yourself if they tried. GAHHHH

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Helloooooooo fellow moodboard qweeeeen!!! If you're still taking requests, may i please humbley (sp?) request a cozy, snuggly Werewolf!Walter moodboard? Like.... soft cuddly Wolf realness? I just really love the idea of wolfie Walter being SUPER cuddly with his mate. 😘

Viiixxxx🥺🥺💕💕

Here it issss💕 some snuggly werewolfWalter ready to be cuddled!! hope you like it💗 @fishcustardandclintbarton

Click for better quality

[sagessoftwings]

If it isn't to much trouble may i have (male) harry potter marauders era matchup please. My pronouns are she/her. Im a Capricorn, my Mbti type is infj-a/infj-t. My hogwarts house is Hufflepuff. I tend to be shy around new people but I can be somewhat loud with people who im close to. I can also be sarcastic and witty and playfully "mean" to my friends. I have medium length brown hair, green eyes i wear round glasses,pale skin and a lot of freckles. My height is 5'0. My aesthetic would be cottegecore mixed with oversized sweaters. Im not very athletic and im not a big fan of sports but i love to go roller and ice skating. I also love to read books and to also cook and bake food. I also like to garden. I've been playing the violin for 6 years. I love animals and im planing on becoming a wildlife veterinarian. I like to Watch nature/animal documentaries. I also like sweets. Some things i dislike are people who bend or ruin my books and people who speak over me when im trying to talk. I like "cozy" video games like stardew valley,Minecraft,animal crossing, the sims. Im not a big fan of fighting games especially shooter games but i do like specific fighting games like genshin impact and legend of zelda. I love music, I can listen to any genre and like it but my favorites are indie,bedroom pop and classic rock. sorry if i spelt anything wrong. Hope im not bothering you, sorry if its long lol

You an amazing writer keep it up💞💘💕💗 remember to take care of yourself

AWE YOU SOUND SO WHOLESOME <33

I ship you sooo much with our wolfy boy Remus Lupin!!

He is INFATUATED GOOD LAWD

Obsessed

Remus had been crushing on you for so so long but is so shy himself

He felt like he’d be a burden and didn’t wanna trouble you

Sirius and James were the ones you started the conversation for him and then ditched because “oh James! I believe I forgot to water my plant this morning!”

Remus and you were a bunch of mumbling messes but you two have such a common ground it was easy to keep the conversation with you

When you two finally start dating please please please steal his sweaters!!

He will even leave them around in hopes you’ll take one

Remus is also not athletic at all, it would be unfair for him to use his heightened areas in that field anyways

Instead you two will play card games with James and Sirius are at practice

Bought you your first tea set

Since the hufflepuff commons are right by the kitchen, you two are constantly in there

Loves it when you make him soup or anything with chocolate after his full moon cycle

He tends to be distant when it comes closer to full moons because he can snap and he would hate to see you get upset

But will sneak you to the shrieking shack to cuddle when he needs physical touch

It’s just the stretching of his bones and the wounds leave him so so sore and just the grace of your presence and some kisses will always cheer him up

Remus always listens and never ever interrupts you

It’s one of his biggest pet peeves, if he gets cut off he just won’t talk anymore

He feels like if he’s interrupted, what he was saying is obviously not important

Remus loves to take you animal and sight seeing in the forbidden forest

He has a book his mum got him with all the creatures that reside there with all kinds of different facts

Surprises you with a picnic as well

He is so obsessed with you he tells the group about you all the time

They even know his lovesick sighs

He loves to dry and press flowers for you, he’ll hang some from his bed post and frame and press them in his many books

He’s so good to you, just please return the favor

Remus doesn’t know what he’d do if he lost you

[snowbellewells]

@jrob64 I am sorry knowing that you’ve had a tough day, and if I can pass along even a little bit of a hug or a pick-me-up by finally getting the chance to read this chapter and let you know how WONDERFUL it is, I am hoping I can do that. ♥️ You weren’t kidding, this is quite a beast of a chapter - and I LOVED every bit of it!!! Thank once again (I could never say it enough!!!) for this amazing, ongoing treat of a story. This chapter really was a thrill ride in so many delightful ways!

You get some lovely humor with our great supporting characters in this one. The conversation over the phone with David and MM and Emma and Killian is so funny and touching, and you can’t help but shake your head at David being so overprotective and swoon right along with MM at how romantic their meeting was, and it’s just fun to watch the conversation ping pong around as you read. Ruby and Graham continue to be spicy and sweet and completely adorable and endearing in this chapter too. Yes, the physical aspect of their relationship went from zero to one hundred quite rapidly, but it’s clear how genuinely they like each other and simply enjoy each other’s company too. I loved how excited Ruby was here to learn that he’s going to be moving to the same city she and Emma live in and she won’t have to say goodbye to her “Wolfie” for long!! 😍♥️🐺

You do such a brilliant job at the heat and tension between Emma and Killian at the water park too. They are about to combust just being near each other in swimsuits, and the helping each other out on sunblock almost sends the whole place up in flames. As you read, you could sense how much each of them could hardly stop touching the other and it was killing them to have to keep it under wraps.

Of course, when they got back to Killian’s that night, all bets were off, and they couldn’t hold back any longer. It was very steaming when Emma and Killian did finally come together, but I also loved how meaningful it was for both of them. How they took their time, each making sure the other felt treasured and at ease and satisfied. The way they talk about falling for each other and knowing it’s true despite how little time it has actually been was heartfelt and perfect. As Killian himself says, “Emma, I never realized it was possible to fall so hard and so fast, but now I know it is, because I’ve fallen utterly and completely in love with you.” That line just makes me melt, and we know for him it isn’t just a line either. He means it with all his heart.

And I love how they’re cuddled all curled up together at the end, resting peacefully. A lovely conclusion to this jam-packed joyride of an addition to the story! 💕💖💕

One Thrill Ride Leads to Another - Chapter 4 (More Thrilling Rides)

I’m sorry for the delay with this chapter, but it’s become a bit of a monster! It covers one day in Emma and Killian’s relationship, but the word count for the entire story is nearly doubled because it’s so long. I debated splitting it in two, and nearly drove my poor betas @hookedmom and @kmomof4​ crazy trying to decide whether to do that or not, but in the end, I kept it as one chapter. I hope the word count doesn’t put you off, and just so you know, the second half of it is what earns the story its M rating. 

Story Summary: While working at Universal’s Islands of Adventure, Killian Jones meets Emma Swan, slips his name and number into her phone, and later sends her a text asking her out. His snap decision could lead to her blocking his number, or to an adventure much more thrilling than a ride on a roller coaster. 

Rating: M

Words: (chapter 4) 12,718

The rest of the story on Tumblr: Ch 1  Ch 2  Ch 3

You can also read it on ffn and Ao3

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Killian didn’t want to admit how much he tossed and turned during the night, simply knowing that Emma was in the room right across from him. He wondered if she also had trouble sleeping when he heard her enter the bathroom at 6:30.

He went into the kitchen to start the coffee machine, and was bent over looking in the refrigerator when Emma walked in. Taking a moment to admire the view, she waited until he had straightened up before she made her presence known. “Good morning.”

He turned and smiled at her, taken aback once again by her beauty. She was dressed in the same shorts as the day before and a character shirt she had purchased at Disney Springs. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was barefoot.

“Good morning, Swan. How did you sleep?”

“Not too bad. The coffee smells good.”

“I’m afraid I can’t offer you fancy blends like they have at Starbucks.”

“Then I guess you won’t expect me to pay seven dollars for a cup,” she grinned, causing him to laugh.

“What would you like for breakfast? Your choices are eggs, a couple of kinds of cereal, frozen waffles or I can make some pancakes.”

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[alltheficsiwant]

Fear

Fear | 🦊Foxy and 🐺Wolfie Universe One Shot

Summary: Bucky has many names. All instill fear to anyone who hears of it. People coined him as Fear himself. In return, living his life, Bucky has no fears. Until you came along. You changed his life and for the first time, there is something that he is afraid of. Something that can instill fear in Fear himself. Losing you.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, kidnapping and attempted rape. If these are triggering to you, PLEAS READ WITH CAUTION. MINORS DNI, GET THE FUCK OFF THIS POST PLEASE. THANKS.

Words: 8.5k

Author's note: Hellooo! I'm back with another one shot for Foxy and Wolfie. I know nobody asked for this but I have written this even before my Eddie Munson series. It has been sitting in my google docs. Now is the best time to pull it out. I hope you guys like it.

I made Foxy, female now since I have added lemony stuff in some of their one shots. There might a full on SMUT but we will see. I'll try to write for GN!readers too. Because I wrote Gummy Bears with a gender-neutral approach.

Any errors is solely me. I do not have a beta reader. Header was also made by me. Please don't be shy to tell me your opinions. That makes my day special - J 💕

MAIN MASTERLIST | BUCKY BARNES MASTER LIST

Bucky knew something was wrong the moment you left his apartment to go to work. More so when the last text he had with you was around the time that you left Wakanda Industries building. That was thirty fucking minutes ago. His penthouse is only ten minutes away from your work. All routes you could possibly take are crawling with Bucky’s men. You should be here in less than ten minutes but you aren’t. Throwing everyone into a frenzy as Steve and Sam contact every man in every route. Wanda even helped trying to contact acquaintances. Shuri even mobilize some of their staff to help.

He knows you have the tendency to do some stuff spontaneously if interest you enough. You often times do detours before coming home. The first time you did that. Bucky nearly had a coronary.

Okay, maybe he is exaggerating but Bucky is not a normal man. He has enemies that are waiting to do him some damage. Bring him down a peg. Usually, Bucky isn’t worried about anyone. All of the people important to him know how to defend themselves except you. Oh God, he tried but you weren’t built for that. You are built to be behind computers and do the thinking.

You are built to be protected, at least physically, Bucky thought. You are independent as a person can be but in these circumstances he was supposed to be the one who protects you. Now, you are no where to be fucking found. You have been gone now for a full day and what the fuck is taking Steve and Sam so long to fucking call everyone?

“Fucking hell!” Bucky was brought back from his thoughts. His vision cleared until it landed on his phone. Your picture up on the screen. A picture of you smiling cutely while laying on the bed. You were obviously wearing Bucky’s red Henley and clearly with the look of shy satisfaction on your face that it was after Bucky had his way with you. Bucky couldn't help but clenched his fist. The plates on his metal arm shifted silently (It was your genius works that it can now move without even making a sound). Where the fuck are you?

“Buck.” Steve’s voice made Bucky jerked up from his position. Dread filled him as he saw Steve’s furious and worried face followed by Sam who looked to be seething.

“Did you find her?” Bucky asked, his voice a bit husky because of misuse. 

“No, but we found who would be responsible for her missing,” Steve said as he turned to Sam who apparently had a tablet on his hand that Bucky didn’t notice. Steve moved and placed it down to Bucky.

Bucky saw the private parking lot three blocks away from Bucky’s building. He knows the familiar cars parked since he owns that space. Making them pay for the protection of their cars. He was about to protest. Angry that Steve would waste his time– he saw you. Walking at leisure pace with your hands in your pocket.

He clutched the tablet to bring it closer to him. As he watched your movement, at first you looked like a normal gal walking around Brooklyn but Bucky knows you. Oh, he watches you enough to know that something is definitely wrong. You were walking a little bit too slowly and you kept glancing over your shoulder. A de javu settled on Bucky, as flashes of what happened before everything started between the two of you happened. When you were stalked, Bucky insisted on looking through the city tapes. He doesn't know hwy but he was hungry to know more about you. He wants to knows your ques when you feel in danger so he is ready to protect you.

He refocused himself back to the video and he looked back and tried to see if you were being followed but he saw nothing.

Then you stopped and then looked straight towards the camera as if you knew Bucky was watching you. You mouthed to it, words that made Bucky’s heart constrict as he started to tremble. In fear or anger he doesn’t know. It was blurred at this point as he watched it over and over again. 

“I love you Wolfie,”

Before you sharply turned back around and stiffened. 

“Baby!” He can’t help exclaim as he looks up at Steve. “Tell me this isn’t the only footage,” Bucky desperately asked his best friend.

“Watch,” Steve grunted as he angrily looked down and Bucky looked down just in time to see a familiar 6 foot tall blonde man wearing a blue leather jacket. The familiar logo of the white wolf on its back as the man approached you and harshly took your arm. You fought but then he looked to have hissed something and you stopped as you looked around before you shakily nodded. 

Then he sharply pulled you against him, forcing you to turn and then slowly backed away from the crowded area. Bucky started to shake as he knew what he was going to witness as the man pulled out a white cloth and smothered you. You struggled, fighting him off despite being a tiny little thing but the man was fucking strong. Soon you went limp and he carried you walking away from the scene. Not noticing the camera that Bucky had installed in the car park.

Bucky growled and looked up. Anger radiating off his eyes as he saw an equally angry Steve with Sam who is seething.

“Tell me you know who the fuck–”

“John Walker,” The three of them turned to see Natasaha walking inside the office as she loaded her gun. She tucked it behind her back before taking her stance beside Steve. “We are already tracking him down using my system.”

Bucky shouted in anguish as he threw the tablet in anger. “Fucking Walker!” He seethed as he kicked his table effectively flipping it and making the contents of it scatter. The three instinctively took a step back knowing that if Bucky started his rage, he wouldn’t stop until he is sated.

“I knew that little fucker would betray us!” Bucky screamed as he paced. “Is it just him?” Bucky asked as he looked at Natasha.

“At first we thought it was just him but we found something,” Natasha said and then turned just in time for the door to open. A groaning man appears. Quentin Beck stumbled inside with his hands tied behind his back followed by a blonde young girl and a young man with angry expressions. 

“Thank you Yelena and Peter,” Natasha told them. Peter was the first one to leave while Yelena dropped a bag beside Quentin before leaving as Natasha motioned for Sam to take the man. Sam didn’t hesitate and brought him over to Bucky.

“We found him preparing to leave a few minutes ago. He had the decency to go to his fuck buddy to bid goodbye,” Natasaha informed him. Then she crouched down towards the bag and opened it. Revealing a few stacks of money, clothes, a few fake passports and two guns with ammos.

Bucky can’t help but huff out a laugh. “I knew you were a slimy little rat Beck,” Bucky grunted as Quentin struggled against Sam’s hold. His eyes widened in fear as Bucky got closer. His stare the angriest Quentin witnessed.

“I- I swear sir! I didn’t do anything!” Quentin begged as Sam just dumped him right in front of Bucky. The man himself crouched down, his face filled with only one emotion, rage as he harshly tugged on Quentin’s head back to make him look at him.

“Where’s my girl?” He asked directly as Quentin shook his head and started to babble that he doesn’t know. Bucky grunted, lifting up his flesh arm while the metal one kept a hold of him. He delivered a punch.

“That is not the answer I’m looking for,” Bucky said evenly as forced Quentin to bear the pain and make him look at him. “Tell me, where’s my girl?”

“I swear sir! I don’t know! John acted on this alone. I wouldn’t have done something to her knowing I would–”

“You fucking liar,” Bucky cut him off as he delivered another punch on Quentin. This time on his jaw. Quentin cried out and Bucky let him as he switched the metal hand to the flesh ones. He curled it into a fist and forced him to look at it. “Then why are you fucking leaving with your tail between your legs Beck? Why are you running away if you didn’t do anything?”

Quentin���s eyes widened as he realized that there is really no way out of this.

Bucky reared his metal arm, ready to deliver the final blow that could cave his skull in as he asked him in a calm yet heavy tone. “Where is my girl?”

Quentin looked towards the metal knowing one way or another that he would be receiving that punch whether he told them or not. It might not kill him but he knew that Bucky would make his death slow and painfully.

“You really are not going to talk? Well then–” Bucky was about to bring down the metal arm when Quentin finally broke.

“Flag Smashers!” He shouted and that made everyone in the room stand still. Bucky freezing on the spot.

“What?” Steve was the first one to speak as he moved towards Quentin. His eyes shifted from angry to being worried.

“Flag Smashers. We made a deal with them. Well, John spoke with them and roped me in. They wanted a leverage against the White Wolf as per John. John offered your girl and when they learned who she was. They became more determined to get her,” Quentin blurted as Bucky dropped him on the floor. Natasha took over by getting Quentin and had a knife on his neck. He was jostled a bit but continued talking as Bucky paced. “We were supposed to drop her off last night and leave but the flag smashers couldn't deliver their part of the deal until a few hours ago. John said she would keep her somewhere until he could get what he needed for the flag smasher. We were meeting tonight.”

Bucky inhaled sharply at that and then looked towards Sam who already had his phone out. 

“I’m going to call Karli and see if—”

Before Sam could even click on the contact and finish his sentence. His phone rang, Karli’s name, the leader of the Flag Smasher flashes on the screen. Sam quickly answered it as he placed it on speaker. Natasha quickly stuffs Quentin’s mouth with her handkerchief to keep him quiet while still having the knife on his neck. 

“Karli?”

“I know you are with the White Wolf.” Her voice echoed in the office.

Bucky didn’t even hesitate as he stepped forward towards the phone.

“Where’s my girl?” Bucky didn’t let any more discussion ask the same question he had been asking to anyone really for almost the whole day now.

“I would have handed her back to you if I had her.”

“Do not fucking lie to me Karli,”

“When did I ever lie to you James?” Karli calmly said back to him. Bucky huffed.

“Then why did you call?”

“John Walker made a deal with us. He needed an escape route. He wanted an out from you,” Karli said as Bucky looked at Quentin whose eyes widened in shock at what he was hearing. He was betrayed.  “He came here just now. He told me it was for him and Beck but then requested a last minute change for details. In replacement was a woman’s information and picture. He made business with my men and not me. When I saw her picture, I immediately alerted our connections to delay their departure.”

“I don’t need the fucking details Karli. I just need the location,”

“Long Island port. He plans to crossover to Portland and then plans to drive to crossover Canada,”

Bucky cursed. He has no jurisdiction in Canada. He can’t exactly follow you there without alerting the Interpol or the fucking CIA. He ran a hand through his face.

“We placed a tracker on the gun he asked. We always put one in order for us to keep track of the people we do business with. He’s only a couple minutes away before crossing over to Long island.”

While Karli was speaking Bucky was already walking out of the office. Natasha dragged Quentin while Steve and Sam started barking orders. He had taken Sam’s phone as he hurriedly took his personal elevator down to the garage.

“Why are you giving me this Karli?” Bucky asked as he entered the elevator. There was a second of silence on the other line before the woman spoke.

“I know what it's like to lose someone important. Knows how our lives can intertwine with our work.” Karli explained as Bucky took his bike as he waited for Sam who was already giving him his gun and his knives. “Besides, I’m a professional. I have decorum. I wouldn’t hit on a rival’s family to get my business going when I could do other things about it.”

“You know I don’t do favors,”

“This is not a favor. This is respect. Go get your girl,” Then the line went dead. Then an alert message came on and Bucky clicked it. A blinking tracker is seen exiting Brooklyn to Queens.

He showed it to Sam. “Alert Shuri and T’Challa. Tell them I would need their connection to Tony Stark” Sam took the phone and nodded as Bucky revved up his bike.

“I’ll send this to you. We'll be right behind…” Sam wasn't able to finish his sentence as Bucky went off. A single thought running through his mind. He is going to get his girl.

Bucky never felt fear before, or at least since the time he got his arm blasted off. He was used to inflicting it and becoming the fear of the people. Yet at the moment, he fears for you. Fears that you would be hurt. Fear that after this, the other shoe that Bucky was waiting for will drop and lose you.

He fears he would lose you one way or another. He felt like this would be the final straw. The unfamiliar weakening of his knees and the shaking of his bones came to him as he revved his bike. Not caring about the speed, he just wants to get to you. An alert pinged again at his phone that he was half a mind to put on a stand.

He looked down at it to see it open on its own and the red blinking was closer. Then Shuri called, his phone automatically answering it. He didn’t have time to ask how the hell Shuri is accessing his phone.

“You are a click away from them Buck,” Shuri informed him as he looked down at the tracker.

“What does the car look like?” 

“A silver sedan. He looked like he was really trying to go in a hurry but there is so much a Sedan can do!”

“How are you seeing–”

“I called Tony. He lent us his drones and he also said that if something happens to his little magician, you would be dead.” Bucky looked ahead, ignoring the threat, just in time to see several drones flying over him and pass him. He followed it until his eyes landed on a certain sedan. He shouted to Shuri the plates and she confirmed them.

Bucky didn’t hesitate to rev up to catch up to the car and he rode beside the car. He saw you in a flash, knocked out on the back seat with your hands tied. Then he saw John Walker who was already looking back at him with wide eyes. Without preamble, Bucky pulled out his gun and shot the window twice. John, props to him immediately swerved the car. It grazed him on the cheek and stepped on the gas.

“Found him.” Bucky only said as he easily caught up. 

“Sam and Steve are behind you,” Bucky didn’t need to look as he already heard a car coming up on the other side of the Sedan. John saw it and he started to panic and pulled out his own gun but before he could, a small hand shot up. You were awake.

“Foxy!” Bucky can’t help but shout as he lifts his visor up. As you struggled with John, you surprisingly were able to get the ties around your hands free. Bucky doesn’t know if you heard him but you continue to struggle. Bucky’s heart nearly stopped as a shot rang out. It hit Sam’s truck that was driving on the other side. Luckily, Steve, who was halfway out of the truck, was barely hit.

Bucky didn’t care anymore if he was going to hit something as he prepared himself to jump just like Steve.

“Fucking bitch!” Bucky saw you were able to get the gun off him and John’s wrist has indents on it. Then you scrambled towards the window where Steve is already reaching out for you. John started to reach out for you instead and he managed to clutched on your feet. You started to kick him as you desperately unlocked the door. Bucky took another steady shot and hit John on the shoulder. The bastard cried out as he clutched on it and released you.

“Steve!” He shouted as Steve opted to break the window of the car. John saw that Steve was reaching out to you and decided to swerve the car. In the moment, you cried out and Bucky turned to look that you have sliced your forearm open at one of the broken glass. As soon as he saw your blood spilled, Bucky saw red.

“Get her out of there Steve!” Was the last thing he remembered he said before letting his persona take over. There was a lot of fighting as Steve managed to drag you out of the car and into Sam’s truck.

Bucky remembered John fighting as much as he could against Bucky but he wasn’t having none of it. His girl was hurt and someone has to suffer.

The next thing he knew, he managed to crash the car towards barrels of water at the highway that is usually there to prevent a severe car crash. Bucky dragged himself out of the car at the same time he clutched on John’s still breathing body. He threw him against the car and quickly took out his gun.

“Do you really think I wouldn’t know?” Bucky gritted out as he pointed the gun to John’s forehead. There was fear clearly etched on his face but he really did have a death wish as he sneered back at Bucky.

“I knew that Bitch would sell me out to you,” John only grunted and Bucky didn’t care about Karli betraying John.

“You messed with the wrong person John,” Bucky growled as he let the nozzle of the gun pressed against his forehead as he leaned down to him. “You could have done some damage with anything on me and I would have let you go with a beat up face and a bruised ego but no,” Bucky can’t help press the gun on John’s forehead and slammed it towards the car. “You really have to touch my fucking girl,”

“She’s not your girl when she willingly flirts with anyone! She came with me–”

Bucky didn’t even flinch as he pulled the trigger, instead of his forehead like he really wanted to, he pointed it again to the gunshot wound he obtained earlier making it bigger. John cried out as Bucky pointed the gun back to his forehead.

“Don’t you fucking dare talk about her like that. I saw the footage moron. She knew you were coming to get her and my girl is smart enough to let you do it right in front of me.” Bucky said as he clearly remembered the words you mouthed to him during the video.

“I love you Wolfie.” Bucky can feel the anger boiling again inside him. You and him never really had the time to say those words to each other out loud but fuck, Bucky didn’t picture it that he would have to hear or at least read those words in your lips in this kind of situation.

John on his part looked a bit shocked. He really is a stupid bastard. 

“So really, Karli didn’t betray you. You did it yourself. Now you are going to fucking pay,” Bucky mumbled as he stood up. “I would really like to torture you more. Make you feel the pain as you slowly die but I want you out immediately. So, goodbye John,”

Bucky was about to pull the trigger when John suddenly shouted.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I took her?!” John exclaimed in an attempt to prolong his life.

“You didn’t succeed and I don’t fucking care,” Bucky fired a shot at Walker and watched the life seep out of him. He took another few more shots to make sure and carelessly threw the gun on him. He heard a car pulling up behind him and he turned just in time to see you coming out the car. 

“Oh thank God!” You exclaimed as you ran towards him as Bucky met you halfway. You jumped into his arms as you buried your head against his neck and wrapped your arms and legs around him. Bucky despite the soreness of the fight with John and the car crash pulled you close to him. Wrapping his metal arm around your waist while the other clutched the back of your head to keep you on his neck.

He let out a shaky breath as he felt you tremble against him. “You’re okay now baby. I got you,”

A muffled sob came out of you and Bucky leaned back a bit so he could properly look at you. He scanned your face as tears streamed down on them.

You have a gash on your left temple that made Bucky’s jaw clenched then he saw a bruise forming on your left cheek. Then he saw your lips and he couldn't help but growl at it. There was a cut on it preventing him from the lips he badly wanted to kiss. The fear suddenly took him after the brief anger he had felt. The fear he felt as he searched for you reared its ugly head again and Bucky can’t help but stagger a bit at the feeling. He brought you back in his arms and tightened it around you.

You watched as emotion after emotion revealed itself on Bucky’s face. Something only you have the privilege to witness numerous times before. You know what is starting to run through his head and you know you can’t do anything but assure him. You reached out to the hand that is touching your face and kissed his palm.

“It's just a few cuts and bruises. I’m fine.” You assured him as Bucky shook his head.

“We still need you to be checked– your arm,” he said as he scrambled to look at it but you were already shaking your head as you wrapped it back around him. You leaned your forehead against his as you took a deep breath.

“Take me home please Wolfie. I just want to go home.”

Despite your protest, Bucky wanted you to be checked out. Bruce Banner and Stephen Strange were called. Bruce from the Wakanda Industries and Stephen as the doctor on call for Bucky. Bucky made sure that you were okay and you compromised by just having them at Bucky’s house instead of a hospital or in the infirmary in Natasha’s security firm.

It took almost two hours to assess everything. Bucky wanted to be thorough and through all of it he didn’t let you out of his sight. During the whole ordeal, the exhaustion of the day took a toll on you and you ended up falling asleep halfway. In which the two doctors gave an okay since you have clearly no concussion.

After the last tests and the final reassessment of your injuries. Stephen delivered the news to Bucky who was just returning with a bowl of soup and the tea you always drink when you are having a bad day. 

“James,” Stephen greeted him as he packed up his stuff. Bruce is already on his way out as he bids the mob boss goodbye in a shaky voice leaving the two men and you, who are still asleep alone. Bucky laid the tray on a desk in the room as he greeted Stephen back.

“Is she okay?” 

Stephen nodded as he took his bag up and looked over at you. “So far, the only severe injury she had is the cut on the glass on her forearm. Steve did a great job on stopping the bleeding. It would scar but Bruce said he is already developing an ointment to help with it.” Stephen started as Bucky carefully sat on the side of the bed. You were facing him and he couldn't help but reach out towards your face. Making sure you are really here with him now. Safe and sound.

“The cuts and bruises would heal in a few days or so, especially on the lips. She doesn’t have broken bones but she did have bruised cheekbones and sternum. Usually, it can occur when being punched or kicked,” Bucky can’t help but close his eyes at that news. His metal hand that isn’t touching and caressing your face clenched. He now wished he didn’t end John right now, he should have let Steve drag him towards the compound so he could have his way with him later.

“But do not worry James, I already prescribed her some pain meds that could–”

“She doesn’t like to take pain meds,” Bucky mumbled as he looked at Stephen who nodded. 

“Okay, I can ask Bruce for alternatives,” Stephen said as he pulled out his phone and sent the other doctor some texts. 

The room went silent for a bit as Bucky dreaded the next news that Stephen would have to deliver. When Bucky made them do every test possible to assess you, it meant everything. Including a rape kit. You weren’t exactly speaking to Bucky much about your experience with Walker during the time that you and him traveled back to Bucky’s place. You only silently cried and clutched on Bucky tighter every time there was a bump in the road. 

Bucky hesitated to ask but Stephen, as usual, knew that Bucky would like to have news delivered to him straightforwardly. That is the reason why he was Bucky’s personal and on-call doctor.

“About the rape kit test, she didn’t have any traces of forced entry,” Stephen started to explain. It should have created relief from Bucky but then he saw Stephen’s face. The usually stoic doctor’s expression became a little darker as he delivered the other part of the news.

“But, we do have found traces of attempt. A few bruises between her thighs and the reason why her sternum was bruised.” Bucky shakily released a breath. He jerked back from touching you and he was out of the bed. Pacing. He shakily put his flesh hand over his mouth in an attempt to stop its trembling as he paced. “We are just assuming its an attempt–”

“I will know about that,” Bucky sharply cuts him off, not wanting to hear another word. Stephen nodded as he looked over at your still body. He didn’t bid any goodbye, something that Stephen never does even when he started working with Bucky. He would rather not speak. He was always a bearer of a bit of bad news. 

He left silently leaving Bucky in his own thoughts. He didn’t know how long he did that but all he could think about is the ways he could have prevented it. He was always sure. Always ahead of the game of people who he knew would betray him and would do something to him. Yet when it comes to you he becomes this mess. A person riddled with fear. Only for you.

His thoughts strayed to Beck for a while, Natasha informing him that he is in the compound. Hidden, ready for him. Knowing now what he could have possibly done, Bucky would have to find some time to go there and do the damage he wished he could have done to John too.

Then it turned back to you as his eyes landed on your still sleeping form. The bruise he saw on the temple has swollen a bit and the cut on your lip looked to be tended. Luckily you are sleeping too deeply. A chilling sensation filled him as the crippling fear came back to him. His knees weakened and this time he let himself kneel right at the edge of the bed. 

How could he let this happen again? He promised he would protect you. Promised you on the day when Dolores took an attempt on your life. The fucking demented witch. He was scared that day that it would be the final nail in the coffin that would make you want to leave but this might be it.

You wouldn’t stay. Nobody does. You would leave and Bucky was sure about that and it would leave Bucky devastated. He knows that. Fuck, he knows that but the worst part is he would let you. He knows that too despite being the possessive shit he was. He wouldn’t keep you if you don’t want him anymore. He wouldn’t keep you even if he wanted you and only you. Even he already let you have the last pieces of heart he had left. He loved you too much to keep you if you do not want to be kept.

Also, he promised you. He kept on saying that you are safer with him from the very start. Because of his selfishness he got you in this fucking situation.

He was too caught up with his own thoughts to notice you have woken up just in time to see an expression you knew was only one thing. An expression you have seen yourself make. Others who have suffered under his metal hands or under Steve’s wrath and Sam’s rage. You know those expressions and you know exactly what Bucky fears the most. Those whispered words he always speaks whenever you spend the night with him in his arms thinking you are asleep.

“I’m not leaving,” you rasped out, bringing him out of his thoughts. Bucky faces you sharply upon hearing your voice. His eyes glazed over as he saw you slowly sitting up. Bucky moved immediately to help you.

“Foxy–”

As soon as he neared you, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you kneeled on the bed and stretched your body to reach him. His arms are limp beside him as you nuzzle your face to his neck.

“I’m not leaving. You should know that by now,” You told him. A bit muffled since your face is buried on Bucky’s neck. Though your man didn’t make any move to touch you and he stayed in your embrace despite the lack of reaction. You continue to hold on to him.

“This is my fault,” he said after a few more moments and you quickly shook your head as you leaned back. You kept one of your arms around him and the other to touch his cheek making him look at you.

You shook your head again. “No, it isn’t– no, let me finish– this is not your fault. Even then, I knew what I was going into when I let you pursue me. I knew what your life would entail Bucky. At least when I finally learned about it,” You paused as you caressed his face with your thumb as you moved closer. Pressing your body as much as you can with him as you embrace him once again. The memory of the night the two of you met came in pieces with you. How stubborn you were not to give him your number.

You then laid your head on his shoulder. “Besides, I’m too deep to even leave.”

You stayed silent for a while as Bucky refused to hug you back. You close your eyes as you take a deep breath before speaking again. Willing the tears from your eyes not to fall as you spoke.

“If I’m not leaving. You shouldn’t either.” Knowing if you won’t leave then he would be the one to do so. “You can’t leave me. Not now.” You inhaled sharply before pushing the last words out of your mouth. “Not when you made me love you this much,”

With those words, Bucky let a shaky exhale before he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. 

“Oh my foxy, I’m so damn sorry. I’m so sorry,” He murmured as he pressed kiss after kiss against your temple. He lifted you up a little and you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist. “Never. I would never leave you,” Bucky mumbled as he pulled back a bit to be able to look at your face. His flesh hand frantically tried to wipe the tears that still fell from your eyes despite your efforts.

“I can’t. I would have let you go if you ask me but I can’t let you go now. I love you too much to do so too baby,” Bucky said as he leaned his forehead against you.

“Good.” That was all you said before you surge forward. You kissed him just like how you kissed him when you cannot put into words how much you long for his presence. Bucky kissed back as if he was a man starved. Desperate to feel and to have you against him.

You tried to suppress your whimpers as you kissed him back. You were also desperate to kiss him. After what you have suffered under John and Beck’s hands for a single night. You wanted to feel Bucky’s love and his warmth. This time you longed for his and only his touch. Nobody else.

But Bucky finally remembered about your cut and slowed the kiss. He leaned back not before leaving a final kiss on the corner of your mouth that isn’t injured.

“I never picture that we are going to say those words in this kind of situation,” You told him as Bucky slowly sat back down on the bed with you still on his lap and wrapped around him.

Bucky didn’t reply on that as he kept looking at you. Seriousness envelopes his features. You immediately tucked your head under his chin and clutched him tighter against you.

Bucky sighed. “You have to tell me what happened,” Bucky said as he brought on his hands to caress the back of your head as he leaned down to lay a kiss on the crown of it. You shook your head.

“Tomorrow,” You told him as you turned your head to the side. “I just want to stay like this for a while,” 

Bucky sighed yet again, not wanting to push you further despite wanting to know everything. Though he has other plans to know what really happened, since someone is waiting for him in the compound. Waiting to be questioned by his bare hands. He opted to wait for you instead. Besides, he has all the time in the world. You wouldn’t be leaving and Bucky would make it his mission to not give you reasons to do so.

“Okay, tomorrow.”

2 weeks later…

“Wolfie?”

Bucky turned just in time to see you walking out of his bedroom. Wearing only one of his shirts as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. He can’t help but admire you. He liked how you look now. Healthy and injury free.

For the past two weeks, Bucky insisted for you to stay with him as you recovered. He even asked you to move your work remotely so that he could keep watch on you. You protested though, he knew it when you had your feet back to solid ground. 

But then he knew deep inside, when you conceded, you felt a lot safer being closer to Bucky than being away. Bucky also didn’t leave you out of his sight that much. He had Sam and Natasaha reevaluate every person under his payroll. A cleansing of his ranks after what Beck and Walker pulled through.

Sam though, profusely apologized to you and Bucky since Beck and Walker were his own recruits. He really thought they were decent men but it turns out they are not. Bucky didn’t give him hell. Sam was one of his closest friends. He even asked Bucky to take a go at him but Bucky knew Sam wouldn’t betray him. He knew Sam wouldn’t have known better and he would. That is what Sam promised. Instead he tasked him to do the cleansing which Sam accepted together with Natasha who was eager to get her hands dirty again.

While Bucky gave Steve the reins to the business which his best friend agreed as he knew that you would need Bucky more than anyone.

So Bucky stayed with you, being the doting and loving boyfriend that he is to you and only to you. He helped you with the nightmares that would surely stick and assure you that you are safe. He even let Wanda who had come running to you to stay for three days before she was forced by her work. Threatening Bucky that she would castrate him if anything happens to you again. Of course, Bucky would let her if that happens. You are his world but he would make sure it never does. 

So he started to introduce you to some classes on how to use a gun or a knife which you surprisingly took interest compare to the hand to hand combat sessions he tried before.

“Who else is better to teach me than you?” 

Oh, after that comment, let’s just say that Bucky never had been turned on in his life with the trust that you gave him that night. It was also the night that you finally told him what happened.

It turns out, you fought them during the times you are awake and sassed the fuck out of them. They had to tranquilize you numerous times since your body burned through them so fast. Something of a feat that Bucky is quite shocked of since how tiny you are and how you are not really in the best physical condition a human can achieve.

But what made him work up was that it was apparently Beck who took advantage of you. John was the one who always told Beck to calm down and they would have time to take you for themselves. The two apparently took interest with you at the beginning thinking how could you tame Bucky like that. 

The words that Beck had spatted at you as he tried to drag you to him. 

“Let me have a fucking taste of the pussy that tamed the White Wolf!”

“Come on, don’t be shy!”

“You fucking slut!”

Bucky splintered the headboard that day as you recounted the story shakily as you cried and clutched on to him. Then with your permission of course, he made love to you as you were also desperate to forget about how rough Beck was that night. 

John stopped him though and that made him decide to run away with you instead. Apparently, John actually liked you. That explains why John said you flirted with him which you adamantly denied. 

“Wolfie, I can’t even flirt with you? How am I supposed to do that?” You told him as you remained inside his arms after making love with you. “Sometimes, being kind is really a pain in the ass.” 

On that day, Bucky knew he would have to visit the compound one day and do what he was itching to do to Beck the moment Stephen told him about the attempt. It seems the day has come.

“Good morning baby,” Bucky greeted you as you walked over to him as you smiled sleepily. He offered you your cup of coffee. You took it but laid it back down to the counter before jumping into his arms.

Bucky let out an ‘ooof’ as he caught you. The plates in his arm shifting seamlessly, a result of your continuous improvement with the coding and Shuri’s mechanical adjustments.

“Good morning,” You mumbled. You have been extra clingy. Far from your usually reserved affection even with just the two of you. Also, it was Bucky who had always initiated contact but since everything that has happened. It seems like a new side of you has been unlocked.

“How did my foxy sleep?” Bucky asked as you pulled back. You scrunch your nose at the nickname still not used to that nickname but recently it's grown on you. As long as it came from Bucky’s mouth, your Wolfie’s mouth then it's okay. If it's Sam, Steve, Wanda or even Shuri you would throw hands.

“Good.” You decided to answer, then you looked over at him and noticed that he was in his black suit. These days, Bucky has been either sweater clad or Henley clad. “Are you going to work now?” You asked, a tint of sadness in your voice. You kind of liked the arrangement of having Bucky 24/7 now.

Bucky smiled at you softly as he leaned down to kiss you softly which you eagerly returned. After, he moved to reach for your coffee as he spoke.

“I have to go baby but I just need to do a few things and then I’ll be back,” Bucky told you as he deposited you carefully down on one of the countertops. You carefully balanced the coffee that he gave you in your hands as you watched him move towards the food that you didn’t notice served on a plate.

“Okay” You scrunch your eyebrows as you look around and your eyes land on the digital clock. “But it's a Sunday?” You asked him to look back at Bucky who's back is turned on you as he prepared a plate for you.

“Yes I know, but there is something I really need to work on,” Bucky mumbled as he turned around and gave you a plate.

You looked down to see two pieces of French toast and strawberries with dollops of cream cheese on top of it. You gladly took it as you leaned to the side to open the drawers where the forks are. Bucky watched you in awe as you moved around his kitchen as if you lived there long enough. That is a thought he would like to divulge but later. He had something to deal with to seal the deal of letting you stay here at your original home. 

You took a bite of the toast first before speaking again as Bucky grabbed food of his own. “Is it something I can know about?” you asked and Bucky nearly froze at your question. If you noticed it you didn’t comment as you continued to eat while waiting for his answer.

“You don’t need to worry about it.” Bucky told you as he walked towards you with food of his own and leaned his lower back against the edge of the counter top you are seated on. “It’s a thing I want you out of,”

“Dirty Laundry?” You asked, using the codename the two of you decided to call whatever Bucky had to do that is something that needs to be left unsaid. Bucky nodded, not wanting to say anything more.

You nodded as you took another bite of the french toast and Bucky was relieved that you didn’t question further. Besides, you witnessed a lot of things about his life and his work. He doesn’t want to add what he was about to do to the list but he wouldn’t put it past you that you already know what he is about to do.

It was basically Bucky’s motivation as he festered the anger he kept in check while he helped you recover.

A few minutes later, Bucky is on his way out of his penthouse as you walk him over the elevators.

“I’ll be back before dinner time,” Bucky told you as you nodded. You reached out for him at the same time as Bucky reached out for you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder while he wrapped his arms around your waist. Your lips met as you kissed him sweetly.

“Be careful, okay?” You told him as you pulled an inch away from his lips. Bucky nodded before surging forward again to kiss you more.

The two of you are so caught up with each other that you didn’t hear Natasha has entered the penthouse with Steve. Someone cleared their throat and that made the both of you pull you apart. You jumped a bit and blushed as you noticed the two standing there. Steve with a look of amusement mixed with embarrassment while Natasha just looked at the two of you as if she was enjoying the show.

“I was told that I am here for a brainstorming session. I didn’t know I would witness a show,” Natasha mused. Bucky snorted at that while you giggled. 

“Very funny Nat.” Bucky then looked back down at you and smiled. “I’ll see you later.”

You nodded and closed your eyes as Bucky leaned down to give you a kiss on your forehead. With a final squeeze on your waist. Bucky let go of you.

“Hey Steve,” you greeted the blonde hulk of a man and the guy offered a grin.

“Hey little bug,” he greeted back and that made you pout at him playfully.

“Just because I told you that you are my honorary big brother now doesn’t mean you can give me nicknames,” You told him crossing your arms but Steve just looked at you amused.

“Well, that is what you get when saying that lil sis,” he told you and you just chuckled as you moved to give him a hug.

“Please take care of him,” you whispered as Steve nodded,

“Always do,”

Bucky then finally put on his shoes and turned around. “Keep her safe Nat,” Bucky said as he started to walk backward towards the elevator. Nat who walked to stand beside you nodded.

“Sure do,”

Then Bucky turned to look at you and give you one final smile. “I love you,” He said as he stepped inside the elevator. Steve and Natasha looked at him shocked but schooled their features quickly not wanting Bucky to backtrack as they look at you who is smiling widely at him.

“I love you too Wolfie,”

Though before the elevator closed, you surged forward and stopped with your hand startling the three as you looked at Bucky. You stared at him for a while as Bucky stood there looking back at you.

“Kick the fucker for me,” You told him and Bucky’s eyes widened at that before you stepped back and let the elevator closed. Bucky stood there in shock as the elevator descended down to his parking lot. 

“You told her?” Steve can’t help but ask. Bucky shook his head as he smirked.

“She just knows it.” Steve chuckled at that.

“You really do have a keeper this time. First time hearing you say those words freely to other people except Sam and Me, Becca and Winnifred,”

“Yeah, she is a keeper.”

“You are going to put a ring on it anytime soon?”

Bucky already had it made and it is in the process but that is news that he wouldn’t be indulging anyone until it's ready but maybe he could spare some to his old best friend.

“Soon but first, I want to deal with the fucker,”

Bonus Content

Quentin knew he was fucked. The moment Natasha knocked him out from Bucky’s office. He wouldn’t be coming out of this alive. He should have ran away on his own if he knew Walker would betray him like this. Now he is at the compound that much he knew judging by the stink of blood and burnt flesh to where he is at now.

He knows this place. The fucking winter chamber is what they call. Not just by being cold. No, this is the place that the White Wolf unleashes the monster inside him. The one that only his worst enemies could witness and never get out of. If they do it would be in black bags. 

He was fucked. Who knew his dick would have gotten him here? If you weren’t such a fucking— he jumped as the doors in the room he is tied down slowly opened. Three sets of footsteps can be heard as they enter the barely lit room. 

Quentin knew who it was, no one ever came from the past days? Weeks? He doesn’t know. Only Peter with a scrap of bread and water came to him. Now, he knew he had come for him.

The first one he saw was Steve as he walked inside with a briefcase in hand. He moved towards the table situated on Quentin’s left. He didn’t even look at him. The next one was Eddie Brock. The resident psycho freaks under Bucky’s loyal men. He was diagnosed with a split personality and the other one, well. They call him Venom and oh boy, he might not be on the same level as the White Wolf unleashed but Venom was almost on the same level.

He loves to play with his prey and he is a very good hunter. If he is here, the White Wolf is planning something that Quentin wouldn't like to experience right now but has not choice to but suffer.

“Hello Quentin,” Eddie’s voice came and shit, its not Eddie its fucking Venom. Quentin started to struggle. Steve looked to be unfettered as he pulled out tool after tool Venom chuckled at his movements. “Ohhh, someone is excited?” He mused as he stalked towards him. 

Quentin struggled as Venom cackled. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t be playing with you. Boss wants to have his hands on you first then I would feast,” Venom hissed and Quentin whimpered. “I would fucking enjoy it. After all, I hate rapists,”

Quentin’s eyes widened at that. Fuck, they knew about what he attempted to do with you and he thought he already pumped you enough tranq to forget about it. Fuck.

“I see, that you remember now what you did Beck,” A low grunt was heard as the last person stepped into the light. Venom stepped behind Quentin holding Quentin’s head as he made him look straight to those dark cerulean eyes. Bucky stepped into the light and his eyes were feral as he looked at Beck. “I know what you did,”

Quentin continued to struggle as he was forced to look at Bucky who neared him.

“You should have come clean, I could have ended it fast and quickly back at my office but you decided to be a little coward. Now, I'm going to enjoy everything I am going to do to you.” Bucky said as he turned to Steve.

“Lock the door on your way out,” he told him and Steve nodded. He didn’t look back as he walked out there and the sound of the door being locked can be heard. 

Bucky then turned to Beck while Venom excitedly watched. “You will regret touching my girl,”

All through the night, only Quentin’s screams can be heard and Venom’s cackle. Despite the heavy locked doors. It can be heard all throughout the compound. Luckily, no other buildings and places around it but it serves as a warning to everyone.

No one. No one messes with FEAR himself.