#maybe have Sam comfort him 😌

[septicsoldier13]

I need some fanart of Josh wearing this cause he’s enough in my heart 🥹

[builtbybrokenbells]

Bugs, Bears, and a Thunderstorm

On a camping trip that y/n wasn’t particularly eager to go on, a set of unfavourable circumstances leads to the best possible outcome, leaving her to believe camping may not be so bad, after all.

Pairing: Danny Wagner x f!reader

Word count: 12.5k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex (fuck just please wear protection), fingering (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving), oral (f!receiving), face-sitting, sort of rough sex, bit of slapping ig, teasing, name calling, biting, touch of orgasm denial, touch of a daddy kink towards the end (im sorry, im terrible, ik), drinking, swearing, camping (deserves a warning), sorry if I missed any!!

ok without further ado, here it is! I’ve been working on this for like a week and was hoping to have it out days ago. but alas, im on day 3 of one of the worst hangovers I’ve ever had and i think i perhaps may be dying. anyway, im so down bad for this man it’s not even funny. sweet stuff at the beginning, the ending is pretty filthy. i have no explanation for it 😌 enjoy, and as always be kind and don’t mind any grammar mistakes!

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The sun was warm, inviting you in with its gentle embrace and loving touch. You sat under it, birds chirping in the distance and the smell of the trees filling your nose. The trickle of the lake nearby was calling to you, begging for you to jump in and feel the water on your skin. You made a mental note, ensuring you’d check it out before the day was through. The grass below you was tickling your thighs, reminding you how loving the earth could be if you treated it right. Peacefulness wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the scene. The stress melted off your body as if it never existed. Just by sitting there, you seemed to be able to forget about all of your other worldly troubles.

The serenity was disturbed when voices broke through the air, laughing and joking echoing like the owners didn’t realize you were enjoying the silence. You turned your head, eyes settling on a group of boys. You wanted to be mad, to scold them for disrupting your solitude, but you couldn’t. The minute they came into your line of vision, a smile was breaking out on your lips. “Trying to catch a tan?” Jake asked, taking a seat next to you on the ground.

“Maybe, more or less just enjoying some peace and quiet away from you guys.”

“Oh, come on, Mama, you know you love us.” Josh teased, taking up the empty spot on the other side of you.

“Depends on the day, really.” You shrugged off his comment, giving him a smile. He placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt, giving a dramatic gasp. “Oh, shut up, you know I do.” You assured him. He placed his arm around you, pulling you into his side.

“You know, for someone who said she doesn’t like camping, you seem to be enjoying the trip so far.” Sam chirped, taking a seat on a lawn chair not far off from where the three of you were sitting on the grass. Danny followed suit, sitting in one beside him.

“I like the outdoors, Samuel. I don’t like tents, or bugs, or bears.” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“That doesn’t really make it sound like you like the outdoors, either.”

“Sun! The sun is fantastic! Swimming is great, too! Hikes and fresh air and all of that is awesome! But, I like my bed, and I prefer to sleep without a million bugs trying to bite me, and the thought of not being eaten by a bear is very comforting.” You argued. He held his hands up in surrender, conceding from the discussion. “Besides, having a kitchen is great, and you know, a roof, in case of extreme weather is excellent, too.”

“Fine, I suppose you have a point.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Speaking of hikes,” Jake turned to look at you, now “we’re getting ready to go check out the trails. Care to join?”

“I was actually going to see the lake over there.” You were honest. You’d love to go with them, but the water was calling your name, and you knew that if you went with the boys, you may not be back until dark.

“You bring your life jacket?” Jake smiled, nudging you with his elbow.

“My god, you guys really know how to disturb the peace.” You shook Josh’s arm off you, standing now.

“You were the one who agreed to come with us.” Sam reminded.

“After you begged me to come!” You snipped.

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved you off, all of them standing now, too. “Daniel will stay and keep you company, just to make sure that bear doesn’t get you.” He winked. The three brothers stalked off, going to collect their bags from the cabin. You watched them walk away, then turned to look at the boy they’d left behind.

“You don’t have to stay with me, Danny.” You assured him.

“I don’t mind,” he gave a nervous smile. You felt your stomach flutter at the sight. “Sometimes I just need a break from them, too.” He admitted.

It was day one of the camping trip you’d been coerced into going on. The boys had a break from touring, and you took some vacation time to spend with them for their time home. You’d arrived earlier that morning after the boys packed their cars with necessities and food. You’d split up into two cars. Sam and Danny had arrived together, and you and the twins went in the other vehicle. You were on the fence about going, due to all the reasons aforementioned. But, you’d managed to convince the boys to rent a cabin rather than rough it in tents, making your uneasiness about the plan a bit better.

After unpacking and throwing the food in the refrigerator, you’d all went your own way for a while. You found yourself content in a patch of sun by the fire pit, leading yourself to your current situation. Now the boys were gone, and you were alone with Danny, who’d managed to win your heart over from the minute you met him. Somehow, he still made you nervous even after years of knowing him.

Your apartment building was nestled in the heart of Nashville. You kept to yourself aside from a few friends you still had from high school, whom you’d spent almost all of your free time with. You were a local bar frequent, spending every weekend going out for karaoke and a few games of pool with your group, just for something to do. You weren’t the biggest fan of drinking, but adored the social aspect.

After one particularly rowdy night, you woke the next morning to banging and crashing in your hallway, covered up almost completely by loud voices. In your hungover state, you decided to check out the scene, wondering who was causing the disturbance in your normally, mostly calm complex. You hoped maybe you could reason with them to keep it down, just to keep your migraine at bay. You washed your face and pulled your hair back, throwing on some clean, comfortable clothes before investigating. When you peeked your head out your front door, you were taken back by the amount of items littering the otherwise empty space. You only had to wonder for a moment before a group of three boys you’d never seen before popped out from an apartment across the hall.

“Well, hello.” A shorter boy with curly hair gave you a breathtaking smile. You tried your best to return it, suddenly feeling very nervous.

“H-hi,” you stuttered, stepping into the hallway. You were too invested now, having to see the interaction through. “You guys moving in?” You asked, addressing all three of them. You noted how similar they all looked.

“We are!” The curly haired boy said, motioning to a strikingly similar boy beside him with long, wavy hair. “I’m Josh, and this is Jake.” He introduced them both. “We’re twins!” You couldn’t help but giggle at him. He was so bubbly and welcoming.

“I’m y/n.” You stepped forward, holding your hand out for them to shake. After the introduction with the twin boys, the taller boy stepped forward, pushing past the other two.

“I’m Sam,” he gave a smile, shaking your hand, too. “The younger, but better, brother.” You laughed at his words.

“So you’re all brothers?” Josh gave you a nod. “Must have been a full house growing up, then.”

“We have a sister, too.” Jake chuckled, leaning against the wall.

“Wow,” you exhaled, unable to imagine that many siblings. “I’ve got one, and she’s way younger than me.” You laughed. “I couldn’t imagine growing up with that many kids in the house.”

“We never killed each other, so I guess it turned out alright.” Sam grinned. “I’m actually moving in upstairs, too, with our best friend Danny. Not sure where he ran off to.”

“So four new faces to see around.” You nodded along to your own words. “I suppose it won’t be that bad. You guys seem alright.”

“As long as noise doesn’t bother you to much.” Sam chuckled. You cocked your head to the side, as if to ask him why. “We’re in a band.”

“Oh, cool! Noise doesn’t bother me, especially if it’s good noise.” You assured them. “The apartment isn’t really quiet in general. Lots of musicians and aspiring artists in here. The hallways usually pretty silent, but not the rooms. That’s kind of why I came out to investigate.”

“What about you, duckie?” Josh asked, eyeing your pyjama pants. You looked down, feeling redness rush to your cheeks at the childish pattern of rubber ducks plastered on the fabric. You were suddenly aware of how attractive all of the boys were, and how hungover you looked. “You an aspiring artist?”

“Writer.” You smiled, trying to brush off the embarrassment.

“I’d love to read something, someday.” His words were honest, warming your heart.

“Who knows, maybe you guys can be my new muse.” You joked.

“Oh! Can I be a superhero?” Sam exclaimed.

“Pirates,” Jake interjected, dismissing Sam’s idea. You giggled.

“I’ll make you guys sound super cool, don’t worry.” You assured them. “I’d love to hear some of your music, too.”

“You play any instruments?” Jake asked, trying to engage more in the conversation.

“I tried a bit of everything, I guess. Never stuck with much, but I could pick a tune on guitar and I could play a melody on the piano. I tried drums a couple times, but my family got fed up pretty fast.” You chuckled at the memory. “I like to sing, most of all, but I tend to stick to my writing.”

“You hear that, guys?” Sam looked between his brothers. “She’s coming for our jobs.” They all laughed at the statement.

“I think you’re all safe, don’t worry. Especially your drummer.” Your eyes looked between all of them, trying to figure out who that might be.

“Speaking of drummers,” Sam cleared his throat, eyes looking down the hall to another body moving towards the group. “Maybe this guy could teach you a thing or two, if you ever wanted to learn.” You couldn’t hide your staring when the fourth boy came into view. He was tall, wearing jeans and a muscle shirt, his biceps catching you off guard. His long curly hair framed his face, his nose a little on the larger side and his eyes glistening with a type of kindness you couldn’t fake.

“Who am I teaching?” He asked, smile wide and tone welcoming. He was breathtaking.

“Duckie.” Sam motioned to you, breaking you from your trance. “She said she’s not very good at the drums. Well, her parents didn’t think so, anyway. She may be alright.”

“Hi,” you breathed, clearing your throat “I’m y/n.” You tried your best to give a good first impression, but your crimson cheeks and racing heart were not helping your case.

“Danny.” He beamed. You started to hold your hand out to him to shake, but he dismissed it. “I’m a hugger, if you’re cool with that.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s cool too.” You managed to squeak out. He took a step towards you, wrapping his arms around you. “Nice to meet you.” You told him, and you meant it. It was very nice to meet him. His cologne lingered in your nose after he pulled away. You tried not to let it affect you, but you were swooning just at the thought of his arms around you. “Sorry I didn’t wear my Sunday best, I didn’t expect to meet anyone new. I was honestly gonna come out here and tell you guys to be quiet. The bar got the best of me last night.” You laughed. “But, since you guys are cool, I’ll let it slide.”

“‘Preciate it, duck.” Sam smirked. “You’re alright, too.”

“Aw, thanks.” The sarcasm was dripping from your words. “You guys need any help?”

“Maybe an interior decorator!” Danny offered. “All our stuff is in our apartment, but we aren’t exactly experts on the decoration part.” He admitted. “I’ll treat you to lunch if you could offer some insight.” You swore you saw his cheeks turn rosy, but you ignored it, believing you must have made it up. “Well, I’ll treat you to lunch, anyway, but I could really use a second opinion up there.”

“Y-yeah!” You stuttered. “Let me go and take a quick shower. I’ll meet you up there?”

“Sure, 208.” He replied.

“Guess we’re still stuck moving everything in down here?” Sam eyed his roommate. Danny gave a shrug.

“I wasn’t gonna let the pretty lady do the dirty work. Besides, you’re doing such a great job already.”

You didn’t believe in love at first sight, but whatever you’d felt for Danny that day was the closest thing to it. At first, you thought he may have felt the same way. He always wanted to hang out, made excuses to come to your apartment to visit, and always made sure you were invited to any of the group events. He never technically stopped doing that stuff, but it had never advanced. You guys had fallen into the friendship routine, never toeing any boundaries or crossing any lines. You wished he would, though. You bent down and picked your journal up off the grass, swiping away any dirt that had accumulated on it.

“So, are we going for a swim?” Danny asked, gazing in your direction for a second too long. You felt the nervousness creep back in.

“Yeah, of course. I gotta get changed.” You turned to the cabin, Danny following closely behind. Just as you reached the door, the others tumbled outside, almost knocking you over. You stumbled backwards into Danny, but he caught you and steadied you. His large hands holding your arms made your head spin.

“Sorry!” Sam exclaimed, inspecting you to make sure you were okay. You waved him off.

“S’okay, Sammy.” You assured him, regaining your footing. He was still watching you carefully, making sure you were being honest. “It’s okay.” You repeated, reaching out and giving him a pat on the arm. “Less scary than a bear.” You two shared a chuckle before the three brothers bid a goodbye, promising they’d be back soon. The two of you continued on your way, running up the stairs and into your own rooms. You pulled out the bikini you’d packed, quickly changing out of your shorts and tank top. You’d managed to tie the strings around your neck with no issues, but were struggling with the ones around your back.

A knock sounded on the door, startling you. “You okay in there?” Danny asked through the door. You sighed, holding the cups of the top tightly to your chest.

“No, can you help?” You called him in. “I need you to tie the strings for me.” The door creaked open, slowly revealing the boy you’d been talking to. He let out a small chuckle at the sight, making his way over to you. “Just as tight as you can, please.”

“Will do,” his fingers grazed the skin on your back, causing goosebumps to raise on your arms. He took the strings and tied them together, making sure it was on securely. His palm landed on your lower back as you turned around, causing your stomach to flutter with butterflies. You turned to face him, taking in the sight before you. He was just in swim trunks, standing closer than you thought he was, with a grin plastered on his lips. Your breath caught in your throat at his exposed upper half; it was a sight you would never get used to, no matter how many times you saw him shirtless. “Ready?” He asked, fingers still lingering on you. You managed a nod.

The two of you clambered back down the stairs. He held the door open for you as you slipped on your flip-flops. “Wait!” You stopped, turning back towards him. He raised an eyebrow. “Sunscreen!” You ran back inside, grabbing the bottle from your bag and bringing it back to him. He watched you, unsure of what to do. “Put it on, silly.” You laughed. “No sunburns on my watch.” He playfully rolled his eyes, grabbing it from you and obeying. You took turns with the bottle, coating yourselves in the lotion. “Turn around.” You ordered. He did as he was told and you put some on his back, rubbing it in gently.

“You’re such a mom.” Danny poked fun at you.

“I’m not listening to everyone complain when they’re burnt and sore, later.”

“Fair enough,” He backed down “your turn.” He said once you finished, turning around and grabbing it from you. You allowed him to do the same, holding your hair out of his way. “Should be good enough.” He said, gently pulling you back around to face him. “Oh, hold on.” He squeezed a bit more on his finger. You watched with curiosity as he closed the bottle.

“I don’t think we missed-“ he raised his hand and swiped the dollop of lotion on your nose. You both broke out into a fit of giggles as you processed what he’d done. You massaged it into the bridge of your nose and over your cheeks, not finding it in you to be annoyed with him. He had a child-like humour by times that was heartwarming.

“Now we’re okay. Come on.” He grabbed your hand, leading you back outside. You shut the door behind you, letting him guide you to the water. You broke through the tree line, following the short trail to the clearing. The grass slowly transitioned into sand, which was surrounding a gorgeous body of water. The sun rays made the surface sparkle, illuminating the blue hue that looked so inviting. There was a dock with a small ‘no diving’ sign attached to it. You couldn’t see the other side of the lake, but you were assuming it wasn’t as large as it seemed upfront. There were a few other trails through the line of woods, presumably leading to other cabins in the campground. Each building was quite secluded, giving lots of privacy to the visitors. It was nice.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Danny asked from beside you, hand still in yours. You gave his a small squeeze, nodding your head.

“It’s like a whole different world compared to the city.” You sighed, kicking your shoes off. “I should come out here and write sometime.” You thought aloud, not really intending for a conversation.

“If you ever want company, you know where to find me.” He said, thumb running over the soft skin on your hand.

“As long as it’s just you,” you mumbled “the other ones are too distracting.” He laughed, letting go of you to step forward onto the beach. You followed behind him, immediately walking over to the dock. You were careful stepping on the old wood, not wanting to get a splinter. Once you made it to the end, you bargained with the thought of splinters, willing to risk one or two for the experience. You sat down, feet dangling over the edge, just barely reaching the water. You moved your legs back and fourth, getting a feel for the temperature. You looked back over your shoulder, watching Danny scale the shore, just a few feet in from the sand.

He caught your eye and you looked away quickly, your heart racing. You had a hard time not staring at him, but you didn’t want him to think you were weird. He walked over to where you were sitting, barely making a noise aside from the small splashes of water with his steps. “I thought you wanted to swim, duck?” He asked as he approached the dock. He waded into the water, coming to stand beside you. The water was shallow enough that he was only up to his navel in depth. He moved in front of you, hands reaching out and finding a home on the wood beside each of your legs.

“I’m in the water.” You reminded, pointing at your feet. He scoffed, holding back a laugh.

“I don’t think that counts.”

“Does so!” You argued.

“Come in with me.” He pleaded. You reasoned with yourself before answering.

“Is it cold?” You questioned. The water that was up to your ankles told you it wasn’t, but you were sceptical.

“No, it’s really nice. I promise.”

“Okay, but you have to stay with me, just in case.” You bargained.

“Don’t know how to swim?” He quipped, a smirk growing on his lips.

“I do! I’m just nervous. Usually I only swim in pools.” You admitted.

“Ah, whatever you say, city girl.” You responded by flipping him the middle finger. “Maybe Jake was right, we should’ve brought your life jacket.” You rolled your eyes.

“You know, maybe you should’ve went with them. I’d rather fight the bear than get bullied all day!” You both erupted into a fit of laughter again.

“Fine, I promise I won’t go too far away. I wouldn’t want a fish to get you.” He said through a giggle.

“You’re on thin ice, Wagner.” You warned. He took another step closer to you, his chest practically touching your knees. He held his arms out for you. You hesitantly scooted forward, letting him grab onto your hips. He lifted you carefully, slowly bringing you down into the water with him. You let out a sigh of relief when your feet hit the bottom. You were significantly further in than Danny, though. The bottom of your bikini top was hitting the surface of the lake.

“See, it’s not so bad.” He whispered, pulling you into him. His hands still rested on your waist, sending your stomach into knots. You were sure he could feel your pulse just from the proximity of your chests. “Right?” He mumbled, looking down at you.

“It’s not that bad,” you sighed an agreement, relaxing a bit. He smiled, leading you out further into the water.

“Float on your back.” He said, simply.

“I don’t know how to.” You admitted.

“I’ll show you.” He let go of you, taking a step away from you. His arm landed on your upper back. “Lean back, keep your legs straight.” He explained. You did as he said, easing into the water. Eventually, your legs rose a bit higher and he snaked his other arm under you, supporting your bum. You tried not to notice where his hand was, but it proved difficult. “Now keep your hips up and your legs straight. Don’t lose your posture, okay?”

“Okay.” You whispered. He held you for a moment, but slowly lowered his touch so you were floating on your own. He continued to stand next to you, making sure you knew he didn’t leave you stranded. “I’m doing it!” You exclaimed, looking at him through the corner of your eye.

“You are, duck.” He beamed down at you. “Good job.”

The afternoon was filled with aquatic adventure, but eventually dwindled into the early hours of the evening. The sun sinking slowly below the trees, but still bright enough to cast a golden glow over the earth. When the temperature started to drop, too, you and Danny made your way out of the lake, planning to retire back to the cabin. When you got out of the water, a shiver ran through you. Danny wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him, trying to warm you up. When you got back through the trees, a billow of smoke through the air caught your attention. You continued walking to find the three other boys had returned from their hike and had lit a campfire. Jake was sitting in a chair with his acoustic guitar in his lap. Josh had a drink in his hand, face looking a bit red. You couldn’t tell if he was sunburnt or just drunk.

“Hello, lovebirds!” Sammy announced, causing you and Danny to look between each other, unsure how to respond. “Have a good swim?” He grinned.

“Shut up, Sam.” You rolled your eyes, throwing your towel on the ground to sit on it. Danny did the same, taking post next to you. The orange flames warmed you, drying any missed water droplets from your skin. “How was your hike?” You pointed the question to the twins.

“It was an extravagant exploration of the wilderness,” Josh giggled at himself. You could tell he’d been drinking for a while. You smiled at him, looking over to his brother who was picking a tune on the guitar. You hummed along with him, appreciating the sound of the song.

“Did you guys get anything to eat?” You asked. They all shook their heads. You had to hold back an eye roll, making a move to stand. “Okay. I’ll make something, then, before you all perish.” Danny looked up at you from his seat on the ground.

“Need any help?” You gave a nod, holding your hand out to help him up. The two of you disappeared back into the cabin. You raced up the stairs to grab a quick shower and get changed. You pulled on some sweatpants and a tank top, quickly brushing through your hair and meeting Danny back in the kitchen. “What are we making, duck?” He asked, standing up from the chair he’d been sitting at.

“I have no idea what they brought for food,” you laughed, walking to check the fridge. You searched, trying to find something to throw together. “Nachos, I guess?”

“Sounds good to me.” He smiled. You took out the ingredients the boys had thrown haphazardly into the fridge. The two of you cooked silently, both starving and ready to eat.

When the food was ready, you put out paper plates on the table and called everyone back inside. The meal went quickly, barely any words spoken. You were all hungry after a long day of activities. When the food was gone, you all joined forces to tidy up before going back outside. The boys all took their turns thanking you before returning back to the fireside. You grabbed a cooler from the fridge, cracking the can and taking a sip. You watched out the window for a moment, admiring the view.

Danny had started the shower upstairs, presumably wanting to wash the lake water off as badly as you’d wanted to, earlier. You went up to your room, sitting on the bed and pulling your journal out. You put your pen to the paper, wanting to write about the beautiful things you’d seen all day, the serenity of nature and the experience of being with your friends, but every word that came from you was all about the same thing; the boy who had taught you how to float today. You laughed at the memory, feeling a bit ridiculous that you were an adult and had no idea how to float on your back in the water. In a way, you were glad you didn’t, because it gave you an excuse to be close with Danny. You thought about the scene, the metaphor pouring out on paper effortlessly. He was so easy to write about, so easy to think about. He occupied your mind even when you were busy with a million other things. It was so easy being in love with Danny; it wasn’t easy, however, not knowing if he felt the same way about you. His lingering touches and affinity to be near to led you to believe he did, but he never gave any other idea that he felt that way.

If you’d known that day, when you joked about them being your new muse, that it would be so true, you never would have said it. Writers block was a distant memory now, your mind constantly begging you to write about the beautiful boy who lived just a floor above you. You’d heard about his dates, potential flings and pursuers, just the same as he’d heard about yours. You even met some of them. But, in the years that had passed since you met him, nobody you’d been with ever compared to him. You barely knew what it was like to touch him, or have him hold you. He’d never kissed you, or given you anything other than platonic love, but you knew that nobody could be better than Danny. He was a ray of sunshine, he made your day better just by knowing he existed. You were hopelessly pining after him, wishing he’d notice, but too scared to say anything to anyone.

You were broken from your thoughts when someone stepped in your room. You looked up to see the boy you’d been lost in thought about. “Hey, duckie.” He greeted, giving you a smile. The other boys never really consistently continued on with the silly nickname they’d given you all those years ago, but he did. The rest of the boys usually only called you it when they wanted to get on your nerves, or tease you, but was rare for Danny to call you by your name. You didn’t mind it, especially coming from him. “What are you writing about?”

“Just about the lake, earlier.” You replied, closing the journal and putting it beside you on the bed. He took a seat beside you.

“Care to share?” He asked. You convinced yourself he was only doing so as a formality.

“Nothing worth sharing.” You lied, looking over to meet his eyes.

“I think everything you write is worth sharing.” You felt your cheeks heat up, distracting yourself from the compliment by reaching over and taking a sip of your drink.

“Thanks, Danny.” You whispered. “Wanna head out to the fire?”

“Sure,” he said, looking a little dejected. You thought maybe he really did want to read what you had written. You promised yourself you’d show him eventually, when you worked up enough courage.

The boys were positively drunk by the time you rejoined them, laughing and signing along with Jake’s playing. You returned to your unspoken claimed spot on the ground. On the way out, Danny had grabbed his own guitar and started tuning it when he took his own seat. It didn’t take long for you to find yourself tipsy, too. You were tired, making the effects of the alcohol even stronger. You found yourself swaying to the music the boys were playing, entranced in Josh’s singing. Your eyes drifted towards Danny, watching him smile as he played, fingers dancing over the fretboard. He was beautiful, everything he did was captivating. You’d only noticed you were staring when he caught your eye, giving you a grin.

“You gonna sing us a song, y/n?” He asked. You heart sped as your name fell from his lips. It sounded so perfect coming from him.

“I mean, I can’t really compete with Josh, but I suppose I could give it a go.” You smiled. You could see the excitement dance across his face. He didn’t say anything else before he started playing again. When Jake picked up on what song he was picking, he joined in. Rhiannon. Fleetwood Mac. He remembered your favourite band. You sung along, carefree and open, not worried about how you sounded. All of the boys joined in on the chorus, laughing and belting it with you.

When the last note of the song rang out, Sam and Josh gave a round of applause, muffled by Jake and Danny’s cheers. “If you ever give up writing, we’d give you a spot in the band.” Sam laughed. You shook your head, dismissing his statement.

“No chance, Sammy. I’m just going to keep writing my silly little book and hopefully make it big, someday.”

“You’ve got four of your biggest fans right here once you do. Remember us when you’re famous.” Danny spoke now, immediately catching your attention.

“As if I could ever forget about you guys.” You said, but you directed it to him. You would never be able to leave any of them behind, but he’d always have a place in your heart, especially.

“Awww, you’re so sweet, Duck! I know you couldn’t forget about me, I’m your favourite!” Josh’s smile blinded you from across the fire.

“Of course, Josh.” You laughed.

The drinks slowly came to an end as the flames fizzled into embers. The music died off, too, all of you completely exhausted. Danny had thrown his guitar back in the case and you’d laid back, head in his lap while his fingers danced through your hair. You wished you could lay with him like this forever. Jake was picking at the strings, not with much intent. Josh was a second away from slumber, barely holding his eyes open. Sam had dozed off a few times in his chair, quite like a middle-aged dad. You were certain it was nearing midnight by now, but truly didn’t care enough to check. You closed your own eyes, just to satiate the need for sleep for a little while, not wanting the night to end.

Just as you did so, a raindrop landed on the coals of the fire, omitting a sizzle that brought you back to reality. You only had a second to realize what was happening before more were falling. Everyone sprung to action, the boys grabbing their instruments to get them inside. You gathered all of the damageable items, stuffing them into the pockets of your pants and the rest in your hands. The boys were inside by the time you collected the last of the things. The rain had picked up, now drenching your tank top. You swore under your breath as you made your way into the house, shivering and cold.

Danny was waiting for you by the door, immediately taking the stuff from your hands. “I’m sorry, duck! I wasn’t even thinking about the rest of the stuff, I just didn’t want to get the guitar wet-“

“It’s okay,” you promised, teeth still chattering.

“Here,” he placed all of the things on the ground and pulled his sweatshirt over his head, handing it to you. You took it, turning away to face the wall for a moment, slipping the wet shirt off. You pulled his sweater on, immediately feeling better. It was still warm from his body heat and it smelled like him.

“Thank you.” You sighed. The two of you joined the others in the kitchen, returning phones and wallets to the right owners. You all stood together, sharing mindless chatter and forgetting about the rainstorm for a moment. “You see, Sammy. Aren’t you so grateful for a roof, tonight?” You smirked.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Be careful, I might let one of the bears know which room is yours.” You both giggled, knowing he’d never let the joke die. “Well, I think it’s bedtime.” Sam sighed. Josh and Jake nodded, both feeling the same way. “Have a good night, everyone. I’ll make sure to wake you all at six sharp, so we don’t miss out on any festivities.” Sam announced. You rolled your eyes.

“If you show up at my door at six in the morning, you won’t be alive for any more festivities.” You warned.

“Understood.” Sam gave a salute before breaking away, heading upstairs. The twins also bid a goodnight and found their way to their own beds. You turned to look at the only other body left in the room.

“You going to bed, too?” You asked. He gave a shrug.

“Are you?”

“I’m not sure.” You said, looking around the empty kitchen. “I’m tired, but I don’t know if I’m ready to sleep yet. You don’t have to stay up with me, though.”

“I know I don’t have to.” He chuckled. “If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t.” You gave a small smile.

“Go to bed, Danny.” You gave him a gentle pat on the arm. “I’ve got a date with my journal. And by date I mean staring blankly at it until something good comes out of it.” He laughed at your words.

“You know where to find me if you need anything, then.” He replied, hand reaching out and landing on your lower back. He pulled you in for a hug, chin resting on top of your head. You held on to him, not wanting to let him go. Eventually, he broke away, leaving you wishing he’d stay. “Goodnight, duckie.” He whispered, walking out of eyesight before you could formulate a response. You sat in the kitchen, waiting until you heard his bedroom door shut, thinking about the days events. Eventually, you found yourself retiring back to your room.

You clicked on a lamp that was on the table beside the bed. It was soft, enough so you could see what you were doing, but not enough to become annoying. The rain softly puttered against the windows, inviting you in. You loved rain, the sound was so soothing and it was the perfect ambience. Your journal still rested on the bed, saving a spot for you. You slid under the covers and opened it back up. The words poured out effortlessly, continuing on with your story as if you’d never stopped in the first place. You filled the page, not taking a break until you were jolted to reality from a thunder crack outside. Your stomach churned at the sound. You tried to ignore it, but another boom and flash of light startled you again. You loved the rain, but you hated thunder, and despised lightning.

You swallowed hard, feeling a nervous tremble in your hand as you tried to keep writing. By the fifth snap of thunder, you were no longer able to focus on anything you were doing. It was a childish fear, but the loud noises were always unsettling to you, mostly because you never knew when it would happen. Counting the distance between bangs only kept you more on edge, and then the spark of light lost your focus. You climbed back out of bed, finding a bit of solace in Danny’s sweatshirt that you were wearing. You pushed the door open, creeping down the stairs, hoping you wouldn’t wake anyone. When you made it to the kitchen, you searched for a kettle, hoping that there was one in the cabin somewhere.

You stumbled across a tattered electric one, smiling in triumph. You pulled a teabag from the small sandwich bag you’d filled while packing. That was one thing you knew you couldn’t go the weekend without. The water ran quietly from the tap, filling the kettle within a few seconds. You flipped it off, searching in the dark for an outlet.

Once you plugged it in and flipped it on, you sat at the table to wait for it, focusing on the noise of the boiling water rather than the commotion outside. Your fingers drummed against the wooden table, filled with anxiety. You were calming down slightly, thinking the storm may have been dwindling to an end, but the rain started coming down harder and another sound of thunder filled the home, much stronger than the rest. A bright flash filled the windows, and the sound of the boiling water slowed to a stop. The power had gone out. Your heart was racing now, palms breaking out into a sweat. You decided the best course of action was to go back to your room and hope to fall asleep.

“Y/n?” A low voice said from the bottom of the stairwell. You jumped, whipping your head to see who it had come from.

“Oh, Danny,” you sighed, laughing gently. “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he said, sheepishly, making his way towards you. His hair was pulled back and his shirt was off, leaving him just in a pair of sweatpants. “What are you still doing up?” He asked, but he already knew the answer. He’d never forget how much thunder bothered you.

“Ah, just couldn’t sleep.” You brushed it off.

“Thunder?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Powers out, too.” He was in front of you now, kneeling down so he could see your face. His hand reached out, finding your cheek. His thumb brushed over the skin, causing you to melt into the touch. The anxiety bubbled away just from him being there.

“You can come to bed with me, if you want.” He offered. You looked up at him through your lashes, unsure if he really said what you thought he did. “O-or Sam, or anyone, really.” He covered it up, quickly. “Nobody would mind.”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude.” You brushed it off.

“You’d never be intruding. I can go wake up whoever you want to stay with-“

“You, Danny.” You assured him. “I’d like to stay with you, if it’s okay.”

“Yeah, of course it is. Come on.” He stood, holding his hand out for you. You took it and he carefully guided you to his room. He let you go in first, opening the door for you. You slowly shuffled inside, turning to look at him. He chuckled at your nervousness, closing the door behind him. “I can sleep on the floor, you can take the bed.” He said pulling a pillow from the mattress. You held your hand out to stop him.

“We can both…” you trailed off, suddenly embarrassed at your words. “We can, uh, both sleep in the bed. I mean, if you’re okay with it. It’s just… it’s a big bed, there’s no need for you to sleep on the floor. If anything, I can sleep on the floor-“

“Hey,” he laughed, throwing the pillow back in its place “it’s okay, if you’re cool with it, I am too.”

“Okay, great.” You internally cringed at yourself, realizing how stupid you sounded. You watched as he climbed under the covers, not sure what to do.

“Oh, did you want me to put my shirt on?” He asked, quickly making a move to stand again.

“No, it’s okay.” You said, making a move to get in beside him. He scooted over, giving you as much room as possible. “We can put a pillow between us if it makes you more comfortable.” He laughed at your words as you both settled in.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I don’t think you have cooties.” You let out a small giggle.

“Maybe you do, though.”

“Too late for you, then. You’ve been wearing my sweater all night.” He argued. You relaxed a bit, the anxiety seeping away. You’d almost forgotten why you were in bed with him in the first place. He rolled onto his side, facing you.

“I guess so,” you sighed “I’ll never recover.”

“You poor baby,” Just as he said it, another roaring wave of thunder shook the house. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound. Without wasting any time, he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into him. You accepted the hold, shifting on your side and burying your head in his chest. He held you tightly, not even so much as considering letting you go. “It’s okay.” He whispered, rubbing your back gently. You relaxed into his touch, wrapping your arm around him and allowing him to comfort you.

“Thanks for letting me stay with you.” You mumbled. He moved the hair from your face, running his fingers through it and gently brushing out any knots.

“My pleasure, duck.” He hummed, still holding you close to him. “Who doesn’t love a good sleepover?” You gave a small laugh, mumbling an agreement. Any sleepover would be fantastic as long as it was with him. You guys fell into routine of listening to each others breathing, eventually drifting off into a slumber that was more peaceful than any you’d had before.

When the sun peaked through the curtains the next morning, it was almost like the storm had never happened. Golden rays casting over both of the bodies in the bed, showcasing that neither of you moved the whole night. You were still wrapped up in Danny’s arms, holding him closely to you. His hands had drifted downwards, hand decorating your thigh and fingers dangerously close to your ass. You were awake, the sunlight ensured that, but you wished so badly that you weren’t. You wanted to stay like this all day, sleeping next to Danny and soaking up every bit of affection you could get from him. You felt grateful for the thunderstorm last night, realizing that it was the sole reason you had the opportunity to wake up to the beautiful sight of him sleeping next to you.

You wiggled impossibly closer, gentle enough to avoid waking him. You just wanted to be surrounded by him and to never have to let go. He stirred but didn’t wake. Instead, the hand that was holding your hip tightened and pulled you closer to him. Your heart fluttered but you tried to stay calm, shoving the interaction to the back of your mind. Though, it was really hard to forget the feeling of his hand on you, burning into your skin and lighting you on fire. You tried not to think about your own fingers dancing on the bare skin of his back, how warm he was and how you wanted to lay there and trace patterns into it all day. You closed your eyes, trying to let sleep take over once more, but his heartbeat was fuelling you rather than serving as a lullaby.

Your feelings for Danny were always prominent, standing out above anything else, but in that moment they were driving you insane. You wanted nothing more than to lean up and kiss him, just to know what it felt like. You wanted him to wake up, to see you as more than the downstairs neighbour or his friend. You wanted to start your day wrapped around him like this every morning. As if the universe heard your silent plea, Danny shifted, hand never leaving you, and took a sharp inhale. You pulled your head back, looking up at his face. His eyes fluttered open, immediately looking down at you. His lips upturned into a smile which you returned without a thought.

��Good morning, duck.” He whispered, hands unmoving as if he was enjoying touching you, too.

“Morning,” you managed to muster out, eyes taking in every aspect of his features. He was doing the same, wanting to remember exactly what you looked like first thing in the morning. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah, really good.” He sighed. “You?”

“Me, too.” You said, making a move to turn on your back. He kept his hand on you as you moved, not letting you get too far away.

“Storm didn’t bother you too much?”

“No,” you tried to ignore the nervousness brewing in the pit of your stomach. “Felt pretty safe in here with you.”

“I was hoping you would.” You both fell back into silence, his thumb teetering just underneath the hem of your shirt, scared to push his luck. You laid still, hoping maybe he would understand that you were far from complaining about the contact. You were too scared to give any encouragement, afraid that you may have been getting the wrong idea from the encounter.

“Probably should get up, see what everybody else is doing.” You breathed, looking towards him but making no effort to leave.

“I really don’t care what they’re doing.” He admitted.

“Me, either.” You laughed. “I could stay here all day.”

“What’s stopping you?” He asked, suddenly finding enough courage to slip his hand just under your sweater, now letting it dance over the soft skin that lie beneath. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes looking for some sign of joking in his expression.

“Nothing,” You said. “We are on vacation, aren’t we?” He gave a nod, a smile creeping onto his face. “Staying in bed all day is more than acceptable.” He wasted no time pulling you back towards him, rolling on his back as he did so. You let out a giggle at his suddenness, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you on top of him.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He sighed, his grip now falling to your lower back. Your head found its place in the crook of his neck, hand resting on his chest. “I didn’t want to say it last night, but I was really hoping you wanted to stay with me, and not one of the other guys.”

“Why is that, Daniel?” Your anxiety was melting away, knowing he wanted you there just as much as you wanted to be there.

“I think you know why, y/n.” His tone was completely serious, no hidden implications behind his words.

“I don’t think I do.” You whispered. You pulled back from him to look at his face. His eyes were watching you carefully, looking to see if you were being honest.

“Come on, duck, you really have no idea?” You shook your head, waiting for him to continue. “I love you.” He almost laughed at his own words.

“I love you too, Danny.” You told him, your heart racing.

“No, like I really love you. I’m in love with you.” He said, clarifying even further.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I am, too.” He didn’t move, still continuing to watch you to ensure you weren’t joking. “Last night when you asked what I was writing about, I was writing about you.” You laughed. “That’s why I didn’t want to show you. I didn’t want to make it weird.”

“So you’re telling me I’m your muse?” He smirked, cockiness radiating from him. “Sam’s going to be pissed. He was really hoping you’d make him a superhero.”

“He’s not cool enough to be a superhero, I just don’t have the heart to tell him yet.” You both laughed, feeling the weight of the world being lifted off your shoulders. “How long have you felt like this?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

“I mean, I’ve always thought you were pretty. When we were moving in and I asked you to come upstairs and help me, I just wanted an excuse to get to know you, and take you out to eat.” He explained. “I guess I never realized I was really in love with you until we started touring. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and I was always a little bit jealous if I heard you on the phone with the other guys. Then I knew I was really in pretty deep.”

“You never said anything.”

“I was scared,” he finally broke the eye contact. “I mean, we all practically live together, we’re all friends, I was scared of risking it all.” You felt like screaming. Years of repressed feelings and emotions were flooding you all at once, angry with yourself that you never got the nerve to be honest with him. “I think that this morning I realized I had to tell you, because I want to wake up next to you every day.” He chuckled.

“Me too, Danny.” You rushed out. “I think I fell in love with you the first time I saw you.” You felt your cheeks turn red.

“So love at first sight, then.” He teased. “I guess we were both pretty stupid.”

“Yeah,” you practically scoffed. He didn’t let you say another word, because he was pulling you forward into a kiss. You thought maybe you should pinch yourself, just to make sure it wasn’t some grandly fabricated dream you’d wake up disappointed to. You didn’t care, though, because even if it was a dream, it was the best one you’d ever had. He gently pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, causing a small moan from you. You shifted your position without breaking from his lips, moving your legs on either side of him. Both of his hands immediately shot to your hips, wanting to make sure you knew that your new position was very welcomed.

One of your palms fell flat on his chest, holding you up. The other cupped his cheek, holding his face to yours. Eventually, you pulled away to catch your breath, head spinning and chest burning with desire. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He smiled at your words, pushing you down a little towards his legs so he could sit up. His back rested against the headboard of the bed. He reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, wanting to see your face.

“We’ve got all the time in the world, now.” He gently brought your lips back to his. The kiss was sweet, filled with love and even better than you had ever imagined it. You were desperate for more, no patience left from waiting so long. He deepened the kiss, more than likely feeling the exact same way. It didn’t take long for it to become messy, both of you grasping at each other, frantic to know everything about the undiscovered parts of each others bodies. You could feel his erection pressing into your heat, causing your arousal to grow even more. “Can I take this off?” He asked, pulling at the bottom of your sweater. His face was barely parted from yours, just enough so he could get the words out. You gave a small nod, lifting your arms so he could pull it off for you. He threw it to the floor, eyes raking over your naked upper half. His mouth moved down to your neck, nipping and biting at the soft skin. When he found a particularly sensitive spot, his attention rested there, sucking gently. You rocked your hips forward into him without intent, begging for some friction. “Needy,” he smiled against your neck.

“Been waiting for this for a long time,” you sighed, a hint of a whine in your tone.

“It’s okay, baby, you can have me. Just have to be patient.” He assured you, his hand reaching to cup one of your breasts. “Have to appreciate you first.” The pad of his thumb brushed over your hardened nipple, sending a rush of pleasure straight to your core. He pinched it gently, rolling it between his fingers and watching your reaction. Your eyes settled on his face, a pleading look instilled in them. You saw his jaw clench. He wanted the foreplay to continue but he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

He flipped you over, settling you on your back without a word. He tapped your thigh, silently letting you know he wanted you to lift your hips. You did as he wanted and he pulled off your pants, throwing them in the steadily growing pile of clothes on the floor. You watched him as you laid back on the bed, still forcing yourself to believe it was real life. His hair was still pulled back into a bun, some pieces falling out here and there. His eyes still looked tired, but his expression showed that he was wide awake and fully invested in the moment. “Seeing you like this is way better than anything I’ve imagined before.” He whispered, lips trailing over your bare stomach, sucking marks into the skin just above your panty line.

“So you’ve imagined me like this before?” You tried to sound confident, but your voice was shaky and gave you away immediately. His mouth moved to your hip, gently sinking his teeth into you. You let out a noise of surprise at the feeling.

“You haven’t?” You could hear the smirk in his voice; you didn’t even have to look at him to know.

“Maybe once or twice,” you admitted. He was right, this was much better than any of the dreams or fantasies you’d had about it. The feeling of his mouth on you was intoxicating. He pulled back from you, moving to rest on his knees. He made a move to take off your underwear, which you happily helped him with. You could see how hard he was through his sweatpants; the sight alone was driving you crazy. Once he had you fully naked, he slipped an arm underneath your hips, then roughly flipped you over onto your belly.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, more than okay.” You assured him.

“Let me know if you want me to stop, or if I do anything you don’t like, okay?” You nodded. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I will, baby.” You promised. He started back at the top of your body, lips brushing over your shoulders, making their way down to the dip in your back. His large hand became quite familiar with your ass, fingers squeezing it ever so slightly. He pulled back again, just long enough to deliver a sharp slap to the same spot his hand had been just a moment before. You gasped, not expecting the sudden change in his demeanour. He leaned down and placed a small kiss where he’d left the stinging red mark.

He moved his hand between your legs, fingers slowly running through your wetness.

“All this for me, sweet girl?” Hearing such a pet name coming from his mouth was enough on its own to warrant an orgasm. His fingers explored further, almost immediately landing on your clit. He knew he’d hit the right spot when a moan fell from your lips. His index finger circled there a few times, allowing some relief for you. “You want it so bad, don’t you?” You hummed a response, but he pulled his hand away from you completely. “Use your words.” He ordered.

“Y-yeah, I do, Danny. So bad.” You stuttered, taken aback. You definitely didn’t expect him to be as dominant as he was being. His usual sweet personality has seemed to vanish completely.

“That’s what I thought.” He resumed his slow pace at your clit, enough to give you some pleasure but not enough to get you off. He was driving you crazy. He continued on at that speed for only a short while before he removed his hand again, grabbing your hips and pulling them up off the bed. “M’sorry baby, I can’t wait any longer.” He shuffled back to his knees, pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock. He spit on his hand, stroking himself for a second before pushing into you, letting out a sigh of relief at the feeling.

He used his hands on your hips to pull you back on him as he thrusted into you, hitting your cervix hard on every re-entry. Each time you let a moan out, letting him know he was doing a good job. His fingers were digging into you more with every movement, and your were certain there would be perfect, fingers shaped bruises to remind you of him. One of his hand slipped up to your hair, balling it in his fist and pulling your head back. He leaned down, moving your head to the side so he could kiss you while he fucked you. You whimpered into his mouth, which in turn caused him to grip your hair even tighter. “Being such a good girl for me.” He muttered as he pulled away. The praise began to form a knot in your belly, desperate for a release.

He removed his hand from your hair, slipping it under you, reaching down to your bundle of nerves again. The combined feeling of him inside you and the stimulation on your clit was making your head spin. The burning in the pit of your stomach was growing by the second. It didn’t take him long to catch on, your ragged breathing and string of moans served as a strong indication of your impending orgasm. “Danny, I’m gonna-“

“No, you’re not.” He cut you off.

“I-I can’t-“

“Don’t,” he warned. “Not yet.” He didn’t slow his pace, making it even harder for you to control yourself. Your noises of pleasure became more erratic, informing him that you couldn’t stop it. He pulled out immediately, moving his fingers, too. You let out a whine, almost in pain at the loss of contact. You were panting, legs shaking underneath you. Without really thinking, you reached your hand down to your cunt, trying to find some relief. He noticed, grabbing your hand before you could get anywhere. “I told you no, baby.” He was taunting you, hoping you’d beg for him. Little did he know he didn’t have to ask for that. You’d been desperate for him for years, all of it finally coming out now.

“Please, Danny. I need it so bad.” Your head was still down on the bed, not willing to move and look him in the eyes. A gentle hand ran down your ass, fingertips trailing down the back of your thigh. The light tickle was enough to sent a jolt of electricity through your body.

“How bad, baby?” He breathed. His voice was low, dripping with emotion. You had to commend him for his self control. He stood now, fully taking off his pants. He walked to the side of the bed, looking down at you.

“So bad,” you whined. “Can’t wait any longer. Please, please fuck me.” He grabbed your hair again, pulling your head up gently to look at him. He gave you a small, reassuring smile, just so you knew he wasn’t going to push you too far. As soon as he was certain you’d seen it, it disappeared.

“You sound so pretty when you beg for me.” He took your face in his hand, making you keep the eye contact with him. He leaned down, placing a kiss on your lips. You made a move to sit up, sitting on the edge of the mattress to face him. You took the time to admire him, now, finally getting the full view of him. The usual sweetness in his eyes were replaced with a dark look, one that sent a shiver down your spine. A good one, but still a feeling you’d never had from him before. He almost held a scowl on his features, for lack of better description. But it wasn’t hateful; it was authoritative, and it was turning you on more by the second.

His cock was eye level with you, head red and glistening with pre-cum. Your mouth was watering at the sight, curious to know what he tasted like. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, giving him a sweet look before leaning forward and taking him in your mouth. You realized that he was much bigger than you’d anticipated, confidence slightly diminishing. You gripped him at the base, stroking the bottom half that couldn’t fit in your mouth. He let out a groan, watching you suck him off with nothing short of adoration. You took as much of him in your mouth as you could, slacking your jaw and relaxing your throat. He took it as an invitation, slowly thrusting in time with the bobbing of your head. He wasn’t being aggressive, wanting you to know you had the freedom to stop him if it got too much.

When you enthusiastically continued, he did, too. His fist found your hair again, holding your head in place while he fucked your mouth. He didn’t push you past your limit, but certainly tested it. When his hips stuttered slightly, you knew he was getting close to his orgasm. You didn’t care, wanting him bad enough that you’d let him finish wherever and however he wanted to. He pushed your head down on him as he pushed himself down your throat, causing you to gag, tears forming in your eyes. You felt him twitch in your mouth, wondering if he would stop or just finish right there. The noises and profanities that were slipping from his mouth were heavenly. Just when you thought he might cum, he pulled back from you completely. His breathing was heavy, jaw clenched and eyes a little sex-crazed.

“Up,” he ordered. You scrambled to your feet, still trying to process his quick withdrawals. He seemed to want you everywhere, in any way he could have you. You weren’t complaining, feeling the exact same way. You dreamt of having him like this so many times, and now that you did, you wanted him to have you in any way he pleased. He laid on the bed, looking to you. “Come here.” He held his arm out, motioning for you to join him. You moved towards him, climbing on top of him and straddling his waist. As you were lining yourself up with him, he held your hips, stopping you from going any further. He roughly pulled you upwards, catching you off guard. You caught his eyes, finally understanding what he wanted; He wanted you to sit on his face.

“Danny, I don’t know-“ his hand lifted to your face, gently brushing over your flushed cheeks.

“It’s okay, if you don’t want to, we don’t have to.” He assured you. The nervousness fizzled away.

“I just… I don’t want to hurt you or anything.” He let out a chuckle.

“Baby, I’m asking you to. If you hurt me by sitting on my face, I think I’d be very proud of that injury.” There was no tone of sarcasm or humour in his words. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay, but if you’re worried about me, don’t be.” His voice was firm, assuring you he was more than okay with the situation.

“Okay.” You whispered. He guided you upwards, settling his head between your legs. His hands were firmly planted on your ass as you hovered over his mouth. “I’ve never done this before.” You admitted.

“If you want me to stop, I will.” He said. You weren’t looking at him but you knew the sincerity was pooling in his eyes. He would never say that without meaning it. “Are you okay with this?” He asked again. His earlier aura of dominance had faltered. It was just Danny, as sweet as he’d always been. He always made you feel safe.

“Yeah, I am.” You replied. Once he heard your answer, he pulled you down onto his mouth. A gasp of surprise sounded from you, but it was quickly replaced with a cry of pleasure. You had to silence yourself, biting down on your lip. He was quick to the point, fucking you with his tongue. Your anxiety dissipated almost as soon as his tongue was on you, completely replaced with pleasure. His movement was fast, working at you like he had been dreaming of having you like that forever. Your hips involuntarily rocked into his movements.

The tip of his nose brushed against your clit, driving you closer to your orgasm. You let out a whine, knuckles gripping the blankets on the bed. He moved upwards, focusing his attention there and slowing his speed. The burning in your belly that had been building seemed to remain steady, the feeling radiating through every nerve in your body. It didn’t take long for your breathing to become ragged and your muscles to tense. Your moans were frantic, the heat of his mouth and the strokes of his tongue were heavenly for such a sinful activity. “Danny, m’gonna cum.” You whimpered. He hummed against you, encouraging you. His grip tightened on your ass, holding you down on his face. Within a few seconds, you hit your peak, unravelling and calling out his name. Your legs were shaking, knuckles turned white from your hold on the fistfuls of blankets. He rode you through it, slowly stopping his movements as he gently lifted you off of him.

“How was that, baby?” He breathed, looking up at you.

“S’good,” you sighed. He tapped your ass with his hand and you raised yourself up, freeing him without moving from where you were. He guided you back down his body, stopping you when you were over his hips. He didn’t give you any warning before he grabbed his cock in his hand and brought you down on him. The feeling of him inside you again was blissful. The feeling of him under you was, too. You started slowly, wanting to savour the moment. He allowed it for a few seconds, wanting that, too.

After a minute, he used a hand to pull you down to kiss him. He took the opportunity to fuck you at his own speed, hips raising from the bed and slamming into you. You moaned into his mouth, only making him fuck you harder. His tip was hitting your cervix, causing a pleasurable pain to shoot through you. You sat up again, riding him as he fucked into you. He had a hand on your hip and reached his other one up to cup your tit, grabbing your nipple and pinching it. You used one of your hands to rub circles into your clit. He was watching you carefully, soaking up every expression.

“Look so good riding me,” he mumbled, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You clenched around him, letting out a small gasp. “You’re my little whore, aren’t you?” He murmured. Your breath caught in your throat, looking down at him with wide eyes. Your orgasm was building again, pushing you closer with every move of his hips. Your fingers on your clit never slowed, desperate for another one. “Answer me.” He snapped.

“Y-yeah, I am,” You groaned. His eyes burned into you expectedly. You weren’t sure what exactly he wanted, but you had an idea. “Daddy.” you whispered. His jaw clenched, eyes rolling back in his head at the sound. You’d never pegged him for the type, but once you’d started fucking, you slowly started to realize there was a whole other side to him you knew nothing about.

“That’s my girl.” He was throbbing, also painfully close to his climax. “Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” He asked, voice faltering. He was barely holding back. Your fingers sped, not worried about holding on either. You nodded your head, but he wanted an answer. His hand on your hip moved, snaking behind you and landing a sharp slap on your ass.

“Yes, daddy, I am.” You moaned. With another thrust you came hard, palm planted on his chest so you wouldn’t fall over. “Fuck!” You cried. He wasn’t long finishing, pulling you down on his cock and staying buried in you.

“Oh fuck, y/n.” His eyes screwed shut, head falling back on the bed as he spilled into you. You collapsed on top of him, both sweaty and panting. His fingers danced over your back, tracing small patterns into your exposed skin. His lips found the top of your head, placing a sweet kiss on there. You melted into him, wishing you could stay like that with him forever.

Eventually, he helped you off of him, ordering you to lay back while he got something to clean you up with. When he returned, he wiped you off and pulled you in for a kiss. You savoured it, finally realizing that everything that happened was, in fact, real life. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, grabbing one of his shirts from his bag and handing it to you. You sat up and slipped it on. You both stood, gathering your pants from the ground. “That was fantastic.” You told him. A smile graced his lips.

“You are fantastic.” He said, pulling you into a hug. “I wish I could start every morning like that.” He sighed. You let out a giggle.

“Me, too.”

“You want to go find something to eat?” He asked. You gave a nod, making a move for the door. He grabbed your hand before you could leave the room, pulling you back to look at him. “I was also wondering, maybe, if you’d want to be my girlfriend?” A blush rose to his cheeks. You grinned, barely comprehending how he’d just had sex with you like that and was nervous to ask you to be his girlfriend. It was adorable.

“Yeah, Danny. I’d really like that.” His smile grew, too, as he pulled you in for another kiss. “Now let’s go get breakfast. We can see if the boys are still alive.” He kept his hand in yours as you both went downstairs. Nobody was in the kitchen when you got there, so you both went to work, finding something suitable to eat. In midst of cooking, the front door opened. You both turned to see Sam stumbling in. He immediately looked between both of you, raising an eyebrow. “Good morning,” you greeted.

“Glad to see you’ve both decided to join the rest of the world.” He said, making his way to the table. He took a seat before he spoke again. “I went to wake you up this morning only to find your bed empty. I thought that bear you’d been talking about really did get you.” He let out a disapproving tsk. “Turns out it was just Danny.” You felt heat rise to your face, knowing Sam knew exactly where you ended up last night.

“Yeah, I stayed with him last night. Thunder storm, couldn’t sleep.” You explained.

“Uh-huh,” Sam nodded, a mischievous smile on his face. “Josh and Jake went to check out the water earlier. I stayed back to wait for you both. Realized I would be waiting for a while, so I was forced to explore outside a little bit.” Your stomach dropped, realizing he’d heard you both this morning. You wanted to shrivel up and die.

“Shut up, Sam.” Danny dismissed him, seeing you were embarrassed.

“What! I’m happy you guys finally made a move. It was getting a little unbearable watching you two.” He laughed. You rolled your eyes, still cringing at the whole interaction. “Care to share some breakfast with the poor soul who had to listen?” You hid your face in your hand, wanting nothing more than to run away.

“Go and join your brothers,” Danny was holding back a laugh while he shoo’d him away. Sam raised his hands in defence, standing.

“Fine, I see how it is.” He stalked towards the door. “Oh, y/n?” He asked as his hand reached towards the knob. You looked to him, annoyed that he’d only come inside to poke fun at you.

“What, Sam?” You asked, knowing he wouldn’t let it go.

“Glad to see you really are enjoying the camping trip, after all.” He giggled to himself. You groaned.

“Never going to live this down, am I?” You muttered. He opened the door, taking a step outside.

“Never.” He assured you. He shut the door behind him, leaving you and Danny by yourselves again. You could tell he was trying to hold back from laughing.

“I wasn’t that loud, was I?” You asked. He looked to you from the corner of his eye.

“Um, no, I wouldn’t say so.” He tried to comfort you. You could tell he was lying.

“Danny! Why wouldn’t you say anything?” You smacked his arm. He gave a chuckle and a shrug.

“It was way too hot for me to tell you to be quiet.” You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad at him.

“So you just subjected me to a life full of torment?” You couldn’t help but smile, too.

“I think it was well worth it.” He pulled you into him, lips landing on yours once again. As annoyed as you were, you couldn’t help but agree. You were certain everyone in the world could hate you, but if Danny was by your side, it wouldn’t matter. You would take a lifetime worth of bullying from Sam, because you finally had the one thing you’d wanted so badly for so many years. Hell, you were even thankful for the bugs, and the bears, and especially the thunderstorm, because it landed you there with him, making breakfast and wearing his clothes, as his girlfriend.

[gay-dorito-dust]

I am soo sorry for the late reply. I've been going through some things, and I went back into my shell . Your message has been on my mind and literally been my own motivation to reply.

Also I re-read what I sent and I apologize for any mistakes. My mind will delete words while I'm reading. I'm sorry..again. 😞

~~~~ back to leooon ~~~

Games like that show that they believe their audience have cognitive thought and... fucking thank you 🥺. I wanna come back to a game or spend more time playing it because I can't get over whatever vague/mysterious element. You need a game to come back to, and if i found out about everything, I'm not coming back. Let me stop before I go on a rant about the lack of critical thinking nowadays.

Lol it's almost like Leon's bad lines are a virus too😏😌 aahh I just read your message of calling it a disease so I'm not erasing my previous statement. Great minds think alike.

One of the PRETTIEST BOOOYSSS!!! Plus the depression and a bored expression are what keep me coming back to that buffet of a man. Hooo-Weee! 👅 Keep em coming! Speaking of list...who's your top 6?

Ofc! You know he'll have a shit eating smirk when he says the line too. Oop- cuz he never gets taken by surprise? Hmm. How do you think Leon would react to his s.o trying to sneak up on him?

🥺🥺🥺 he really does need a hug (😙 maybe a kees)!! AND A DAMN DAY OFF!! Yoo Leon is not a fool! He will not turn into a top heavy bitch. Like you said you KNOW he doesn't skip leg day. 😈 honestly if I could get a lil gross, his arms and thighs!! Nah I'm dying because I was drooling over them and not paying attention.

Long time no see my friend, Its great to hear from you again and I hope that you’re alright during theses times and know you’ve got someone to talk to if needs be. ❤️🦦

My top 6 pretty boys? Ur asking the real brain ticklers but I shall give it a try. Though keep in mind this list is subject to change.

1. Leon S. Kennedy

2. Chishiya Shuntaro from AIB

3. Jamie Reyes from blue beetle

4. Jason Todd aka Red Hood

5. Sam Alexander aka nova from The Ultimate Spider-Man animated show

6. Vergil/Dante/Nero from dmc (yes all three of them)

(Bonus: Loki, Link, Dick Grayson)

How would lean take his s.o trying to take him by surprise?

He’d probably heard their breathing or footsteps or something but plays pretend because he loves how happy they get when they achieved in ‘taking him by surprise.’

Or he’d be a little shit and ruin their little plan by taking them off guard first. He’s a smug prick afterwards bc it proves that his training had paid off whilst holding his s.I in his arms as they pout, do they care? No they’re in Leon’s arms and staring at his veins.

Petition to kiss and cuddle Leon whilst giving him words of comfort but also listening to him when he talks about his terrors and traumas.

Leon’s thighs are firm as fuck, so I bet sitting on them would be like sitting on a plush armchair or swim thing along those lines. His arms aren’t anything to scoff at either bc we’ve seen those sexy things! I just wanna trace those veins whilst also caressing the moles he has there.

Be as filthy/gross as you want, there ain’t no judgment here!

(I remember making a fic about tracing the moles on his necks and now wanna do one for his arms cuz I might be asexual but god those arms are making me think things.)

[i-merani]

One of the funniest and ????iest experiences I had was when my friend (let's call him Sam) who kinda liked me and I also kinda liked him invited me to cinema to watch joker bc we both wanted to see it for a while. The mistake that we made was that we decided to go to the cinema right after uni so we said goodbye to others and went. One particular person, (let's call him Luke) however, who, to say lightly, wasn't our friend (just a coursemate and really annoying person), decided to tag along (and that's where it all went ???). And let me remind you at this point because we (Sam and I) are friends, I'm not sure if us going to the cinema is just a hanging out thing or a date thing so im already overthinking about that and am trying to act very chill✌🏼 and in all of this now comes a person who i know for certain was not invited by me and am also 100% sure was not invited by Sam, yet here he is, strolling beside me with no conscience and no intentions of leaving. But whatever, maybe he's just going to the same metro station and then home. A comforting thought indeed! Well, imagine my surprise when he got off the station together with me and Sam (who im not sure likes me and am not sure if we are on a date or not and also not sure if he invited Luke because i can't ask now can i? He also acts like Luke following us is totally normal thing/doesn't say anything to Luke). So all three of us head to the cinema😌.

Anyways, i am already very confused with two boys by my side feeling like Bela Swan who's about to pass out or some shit and I think fuck it, i'll just enjoy the movie and ask questions later. I tried to order popcorn but Sam insisted on buying everything and I thought so this IS a date! At least he was trying to make it a date. Alas some clarity! Unfortunately Luke was still with us and as much as i had no respect for Luke, i still didn't think him capable of inviting himself somewhere where he clearly wasn't invited. I was still an optimist, hopeful that this was all just a misunderstanding. The only explanation i could find, despite my faith in Sam's judgement, is that Luke was invited by him and he simply didn't tell me (an unbelievable option really). Anyways, we are at the counter to buy tickets/popcorn etc. Sam also insisted on buying movie tickets for me so now i am already sure he wanted this to be a date or something that resembles it. And I think at least now Luke will get the memo, read the room and leave us. But alas! At that moment, what I could only describe as gods of Olympus playng tricks on me, Joker himself orchestrating this disaster, Luke bought a movie ticket as well, no popcorn or soda. He didn't ask a single question as if this was the agreed upon plan between the three of us all along and he went into the movie theater with me and Sam.

Mind you, at no point before all this did we discuss going to the cinema anywhere near Luke, nowhere was it somehow implied that anyone could follow us wherever we were going (we just didn't mention it to our friends at all because it wasn't worth mentioning, we were just going to the cinema the two of us). So when he followed us he didn't know that me and Sam were going to the cinema. To my knowledge Luke didn't know about it to the moment when we reached the building of the cinema, yet he still followed us inside and despite not having any intention of watching a movie that day, he bought the tickets to see the movie with us anyways.

To make everything worse, as i am already confused, anxious and desperate for escape, we sit as follows: Luke, me, Sam. Yes, like the protagonist of a Shoujo anime, i sit between these two boys and the only consolation is Joaquin Phoenix on the screen, a performance which, in my hopes, will outweigh whatever disaster was happening around me. And so it did for a while but the movie had to finish unfortunately and i had to return to reality, where i was on a date which was not practically a date and to Luke, still right next to me.

You would think the most bizzare part is over (and at some extent yes it is) but when we got out of the cinema, you know what Luke said? That he had to go back to uni. Yes frieds, he followed me and my friend from uni to yet unknown destination, then upon learning where we were, without any understanding of social cues, decided to stay at that destination and after enjoying the movie, went back.

It's safe to say at that point i was losing my mind as the layers of realization of Luke's buzzare behavior were slowly sinking into my mind. And what followed, was obviously an almost prophetic, surely ironic and in hindsight simply a cliché of miscommunication of a tragedy that befalls on all those whose bonds have yet to strengthen…

[in-my-feels-probably]

hey love!! congratulations on hitting 800 followers, Im so proud of you! hope you’re having a lovely day! 🥰

Im gonna enter this celebration RIGHT this time lol, so this sort of extends from my previously attempt (again, so sorry about that, got too excited and ahead of myself to see when the post was made, silly me!!) which was a romantic ship with Jon Snow!

for the info about me, Im 5’0” tall, deathly pale (often looking ill, actually), with grey eyes and blue curly hair. I’ve got the roundest face of all time (seriously if you ever need to draw a circle you just let me know and I’ll faceplant against a piece of paper for you), very short arms, and a dumptruck if I do say so myself (average sized person squished into a smaller body and the fat depositing in my favour tbh). personality wise, I’ve been known to be very ditzy and forgetful (trauma 🤪), but Im incredibly optimistic empathetic, protective, creative and easily frightened. Im a petty bitch and Im not afraid to say it, I WILL hold a grudge and be very passive aggressive to anyone that’s hurt someone I care about but I do so with comedic timing which makes it acceptable 😌

my name’s Heather and my pronouns are she/her, I hope that’s enough info but please let me know if I’ve missed anything!!

hope you have a wonderful week and congratulations again, you deserve it so much, you are such an incredible talent!! 💗

hi my love!

thank you for participating again :)

i had to go back and read the first blurb i did to make sure i don’t rephrase anything, so i’m sorry if i repeat anything i’ve already said. (also omg, hard same on the round face thing, i also have a very round face. and the looking ill part made me laugh, im also really pale and generally unhealthy so i look sick a lot too.)

jon is very much a brooding individual. not negative necessarily, but definitely pessimistic. he’s been beaten down, and tends not to see the brighter side of things. i cant blame him, but it could make being around him a little bit difficult if you don’t function in the same way as him. youd balance him out, and he’d appreciate the little bit of joy you’d bring into his life. especially since you’re short, you’d be his little ball of sunshine, even if you don’t consider yourself to be that. you’d seem like that to him, and it would be a nice change of pace for him.

i don’t know what it is about him, but i think he has a bit of a mischievous personality that he doesn’t get to show often. he doesn’t have any reason to. but you’d bring out this side in him that’s childlike, and curious. he never really got to be a kid, and he’d feel comfortable enough around you to let loose a little. he’s incredibly protective, so he’d never put you in harms way or let anyone mess with you. but i think after a few pints of ale, he could be convinced to play some sort of prank on you.

maybe sam accidentally broke something of yours, and you were upset. you weren’t genuinely pissed at him, but you weren’t letting him get off free. maybe you did something equally as harmless, like throwing off his schedule or hiding something of his, and he gets sick of it. so he goes to jon, and jon is appalled by the idea.

“you’d have me play a joke on her? i do value my life, you know. her bad side is not one i want to get on.”

and sam would whine, telling him to grow up and be a man. he’d convince jon to go along with some sort of prank, maybe scaring you since they both know you scare easily. they’d wait behind a column, knowing you’d come that way and have ti pass them. they’d jump out, yelling.

you’d scream, moving into a fighting stance, when they’d both burst out laughing. you’d recognize that it was harmless fun, and you actually enjoyed that jon was having fun for once. but at the same time, there was no way you’d let them get away with it without getting them back.

“very mature,” you’d say, clutching your chest with a scowl on your face.

jon would laugh, bringing you into his arms. his cheeks were warm and rose tinted from the alcohol.

“i’m sorry, darling,” he’d say, clutching you tightly to him while trying not to laugh. “i had to. it was funny, you have to admit it.”

you’d hug him back, but glare up at sam, who’d take that as his cue to scamper off before you decided to do something rash.

you’d give jon a squeeze, before pushing him away. “asshole.”

“love,” he’d whine, and you’d find it so difficult to not smile at his tone.

you remained with a blank face, staring up at him with narrowed eyes. you may have been small, but you were scary. and jon took one look at your face before raising his hands in surrender, taking a step back.

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hope you enjoyed this! thank you again for your kind words, and for participating again. i really appreciate the support :)

you gave him a smile so calm that it struck fear in his heart. “you should be afraid, snow. very afraid.”

“shit,” he murmured, before shrugging and linking his arm with yours. “i’ve accepted my fate. do me a favor, though…go after sam before me. id like to be prepared.”

[elixirfromthestars]

Sydney this was so adorable omg!!! 🥹❤️❤️ So fluffy and sweet oh my!!! 💗💗💗 I love love love idiots in love, so I was so here for all of this!!!! ���

Bucky offering to help her move her boxes, what a gentleman!! 🤭💕 If I made eye contact with his pretty blues my knees would absolutely buckle!! 🫠❤️❤️

Stoooop he’s so cute and silly tricking her that he was going to fall 🤭💗

“I don’t want to interrupt that sweet little moment where you stare at me and my apartment door because you find out that I live next to you…. But these boxes are going to be too heavy for me to carry soon,” Bucky says and nods at the boxes he is still holding in his arms. You gasp, taking the keys and unlocking the door with an apologetic smile. “It was a joke, I don’t mind carrying those boxes for you all day.”

^ Next door neighbor 👀❤️ He’s such a cutie 🥰 and so sweet offering to buy her something to eat 🫶🏼

Plus his voice and laugh is the most beautiful thing you have ever heard, you could listen to him all day and you would never be tired of it nor him.

^ Oh 100000% I could listen to him all day 😌💖

I love that he seeks comfort in her and found a home 🥺❤️❤️ Like he can’t sleep and he goes to her, stays in her place 😭❤️❤️ I love that he’s found safety and peace at her side 🫶🏼✨

With time, you become his everything. You’re the one who holds him when he thinks he falls — you’re the one, his one. And even though his feelings get stronger, he hasn’t told you yet. He’s too scared — maybe you don’t feel the same and he will destroy the friendship you both developed so perfectly.

^ Excuse me while I SOB 😭💖💖💖💖

Bucky having dinners with Yori is so sweet!! 🥹 I love their friendship 🫶🏼 And omg if I had access to Bucky’s hoodies I’d shamelessly steal them all 😌❤️ all his clothes tbh lol His clothes would all be mine and in my wardrobe 🤭💕

But also they have a series they watch? 👀✨ I’m intrigued to know what you had in mind 👀👀

Bucky nods to answer your question, his thumbs running over the back of your hands. He draws small circles, something that always helps him calm down, feeling your soft flesh underneath his rough fingers.

^ I adore how he finds comfort in her 🥺💗

If Yori asked me if we were dating I’d be like hehe not yet 😙❣️👀 But omg Bucky saying she deserves better than a broken man ☹️💔 like no honey you deserve the world 😭❤️‍🩹

Both of the men laugh and Sam nods before he walks into your apartment. You let Bucky pick you up, you mean that you get at least five minutes of cuddles from Bucky, and he knows that you can be such a grumpy little thing if you don’t get them. He leads Sam into the kitchen, offering him a drink while he refuses to let you down.

“Does he cling to you like that all the time?” Sam asks jokingly. You turn your head to look at him, chuckling softly.

“Why? Isn’t he such a sweet teddy bear around you?” You ask and poke your fingers into Bucky’s cheeks, squeezing his cheeks softly. “He’s my favourite teddy bear!”

“The cyborg being a teddy?” Sam asks, earning a glare from your best friend. “He’s more like a cold, staring machine.”

Bucky growls into your neck, hiding his face while he inhales your scent deeply. He was away for two days but he missed you so much that he can’t let you down just yet. He doesn’t care that he’s carried you around for ten minutes already, he could do it all day and would never be tired of it.

^ Everything about this scene was my absolute favorite 🥰🥰🥰 Getting to hold Bucky close and hug him like the teddy bear he is AHHHHHH 💗💗💗 LOVE IT 🥰 You had me giggling and kicking my feet over here!!! 🤭💕💕 And the fact that he then insisted on her sitting in his lap 💗💓💗💓💗

He isn’t wrong but Bucky doesn’t like to hear someone else saying such things about his babydoll.

^ Jealous Bucky!!!! 😍❤️❤️ I found it cute that he stayed in her apartment while Sam stayed in Bucky’s 🫶🏼 But now I’m wondering what is Bucky hiding in his home? 👀

I love protective Bucky!! And the fact that he went to stock up on his best girl’s favorite snacks 🥺💖💖

Sydney you broke my heart in that nightmare scene 🥺💔☹️ I could picture his pain so vividly, poor Bucky 😭💔💔

“Can I come closer?” He nods again, allowing you to get closer to him. Bucky whimpers, tears stream down his cheeks and you feel your heart clenching at this sight. “I got you, Buck. I’m here, you’re safe.”

You crawl closer to him, your hands reaching out to pull him toward you. Bucky’s head falls against your chest, his hands clawing around your back and he breaks down completely. You run your fingers up and down his muscular back, calming him down.

Bucky holds on to you like you would disappear if he dared to loosen his grip just a tiny bit. “Bucky… we are safe here. You’re safe. We are at home, it’s just you and me here. No one is going to hurt you. I will protect you, I love you so much.”

^ A love confession during this vulnerable moment MY HEART 🥺❤️❤️ He deserves all the love and the fact that he thought he didn’t deserve it 😭💔💔 I love that the reader was able to comfort him and assure him he deserves to be loved 🥺❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

He may think that he doesn’t deserve to be loved — but this kiss lets him forget about all the insecurities and worries he has. The only thought left in his mind right now is how much he loves you, how often he wants to kiss you, that he just wants to hold you and tell you how much he loves you — over and over again. That’s what he is going to do, show you his love for you and he will show you that you’re everything for him, just you, only you as long as you’re with him.

^ UGH SO BEAUTIFUL 🤧❤️❤️❤️❤️ Ending it with them together, in his arms, and with so much love between the two it’s so perfect!!!!! 🥹💗💗💗💗💗

Sydney, this was so beautiful and sweet!! 🥹❤️❤️ I love idiots in love & friends to lovers!! 🥰🥰 You had me so smitten and gushing over this man the entire time ☺️💕💕 I’m obsessed!!!

Hii! If it’s okay, totally okay if not!

Can I please request a TFAWS!Bucky x fem!reader where she is his next door neighbor and they first meet when she’s moving into the apartment complex, and struggling to carry in all of her stuff. Bucky, ever the sweet gentleman he is, offers to help her move in and carries her stuff.🥹 And they spend a lot of time together in her apartment that day getting to know each other. After that they’re best friends (who obviously have a growing love for each other) and often spend time with each other in both his apartment and her apartment. Bucky even starts taking her to his lunches with Yori (who definitely catches on and points out the feeling between the two of them hehe) and eventually introduces her to Sam (who also can see the pair love each other). Many situations bring the two of them closer together, like one day when Bucky saves her from a group of men who followed her home from work, and also another time when Y/n (who now has an extra key to Bucky’s apartment, and he has one to hers) hears Bucky having a nightmare and she goes into his apartment, crawls into his arms, and lays down with him on the floor of his apartment to calm him down🥺 Anyways, they’re both idiots in love and finally confess their love each other after so long of being just ��best friends”🥺

Hi! Thank you for the sweet request. This is an amazing, cute, adorable and just lovely request. The way both of them find their way to one another and it just so cute. The end isn’t the best I guess but yeah. I’m sorry it took me so long to write it but I finally finished it! I hope you like and enjoy it.

More than everything | B.B

Your new neighbour helps you to move in but soon he is way more than just your neighbour. Your best friend, the one you can talk about everything, he knows every secret, except one.

Pairing -> Neighbour!BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Neighbour!BestFriend!Fem!Reader

Wordcount -> 7.371 Words

Warnings -> fluff, lots of fluff, idiots in love, some weird guys, nightmares, love confession

Authors Note -> I want to thank @thevillainswhore for proofreading! Thank you so much, my love! I love you!❤️ All and every mistakes are my own.

Events -> Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of love | G4 | being calmed down by a familiar person's presence | @seasonaldelightsbingo | Fandom Free Bingo: Book Night Edition | B4 | Baby Just Say Yes | @fandom-free-bingo | Fandom Free Bingo: Frosty Edition | G2 | Wiping away tears | @fandom-free-bingo | Build-A-Bucky Bingo | June | Meddling Best Friend | @buckybarnesevents

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Sweat runs down your face as you lift one of the heavy boxes out of your car. You haven’t even started to move your stuff into your new apartment, yet you feel like you’ve carried an elephant around. The sun is shining a lot today, heating the air and there’s not much of a cool breeze that could help you to cool down.

With a groan, your fingers clutch onto the box tighter. You feel the slow movement of it slipping from your grasp, so you try to squeeze it so it won’t fall down. You’re not sure what’s in the box, but it’s heavy and you can’t have all of your stuff laying around in the ground in front of your apartment.

“Need help?” A rough voice startles you. Spinning on your heel, you turn to face the person who stands there and your mouth drops open while your eyes widen.

The man who stands there with a soft smile tugging at his beautiful plump lips has short brown hair and wears a hoodie and gloves. You secretly wonder if it’s not too warm underneath all those layers of fabric. He reaches out to place his big hands underneath the box you carry and lifts it up like it weighs nothing. You notice the muscles working underneath his hoodie when he holds the carton.

“H-Hi! U-uhm, I would love to accept the offer but I don’t want to interrupt you from whatever you were doing,” you mumble, face palming yourself when the words leave your lips. He wouldn’t offer you his help if he was busy. Instead of judging you he just chuckles, his ocean blue eyes sparkle and his nose scrunches ever so slightly.

“Of course, doll! I’m Bucky, and you?” He asks, looking straight into your eyes and causing your knees to buckle. Bucky’s laugh, his voice — he is just so perfect. You’re not sure if he is just an imagination in your mind or if you’re hallucinating because of the heat and limited drinking.

Clearing his throat, Bucky pulls you out of your thoughts and gets your attention back. “I- I’m y/n. Nice to meet you, Bucky,” you say, smirking softly with heat creeping up your cheeks. You reach into your car once again to get another box out to carry.

“You can place it on top of this one, put two on top,” he says with a grin at you. You narrow your eyes, placing another box on the one he has already in his arms before reaching in to grab another carton.

“It’s heavy to carry that much, Bucky,” you chuckle, but place the third box into his arms as well. With a grunt, he almost falls forward, scaring you before standing straight again. He starts laughing softly, winking at you as you grab a box for yourself to carry into your apartment.

“I once lifted a whole engine for a friend, so your boxes aren’t that heavy compared to a ship engine,” Bucky says. You shake your head, smirking before making your way to the front door and into the apartment complex. “Which floor?”

“Second.” Bucky nods, grinning. As you walk up the stairs and along the floor the two of you walk closer and closer to his apartment, and his smirk grows with every step closer to your apartment.

While you think you embrassed yourself in front of this handsome and sweet man with your stutter and dropped jaw earlier, he only thinks it makes you adorable. There wasn’t someone in a while who looked at him with such softness in their expression — someone who doesn’t seem to know who he was, who gives him the chance to get to know him as the person he is now.

“Oh!” Bucky says when you stop in front of your door to fish the keys out of your pocket. You turn around, tilting your head as he chuckles. “Hi, next door neighbor.”

You giggle. For a moment you’re sure he is making a joke, but he just nods toward the door next to yours and grins even wider. Your eyes widen as you look to the door, then back to him.

“I don’t want to interrupt that sweet little moment where you stare at me and my apartment door because you find out that I live next to you…. But these boxes are going to be too heavy for me to carry soon,” Bucky says and nods at the boxes he is still holding in his arms. You gasp, taking the keys and unlocking the door with an apologetic smile. “It was a joke, I don’t mind carrying those boxes for you all day.”

You roll your eyes playfully, letting Bucky walk into your apartment and follow behind. “You’re the best, thank you so much!” You say as you both place the boxes on the floor.

“Don’t thank me yet, we have a lot more to carry,” Bucky tells you, walking a step closer to you and placing his big hands on the small of your back, pushing you toward the door. Instead of flinching of his sudden touch, you giggle softly, liking the warmth of his soft touch.

The two of you carry all your stuff into your apartment and while Bucky looks like he hasn’t done anything all day, you feel your aching muscles. You sigh deeply when you finally are able to let yourself fall down on the couch.

“How can you still look so— so handsome, so good like you haven’t carried so many boxes and all,” you ask, eyes roaming over his tall body while he stands in front of you. Bucky chuckles, leaning back against the wall behind him. His tongue pokes out, gliding over his lips to wet them and cause them to glisten.

“How about I get some food for the two of us, there is that nice restaurant just a block away,” he suggests and you nod immediately. He pushes himself off the wall, turning around to make his way out of the apartment.

“Wait!” You shout, causing him to stop in his tracks and turn back to you. “Uhm- let me find my wallet.”

Bucky laughs, shaking his head and walking further to the door. “You don’t have to pay me for dinner, and also not for helping you to carry those boxes, so no ‘buts’ here.”

With a sigh, you chuckle and Bucky makes his way to get the food. He already likes you a lot, you’re a sweet and nice person, no judging. He’s sure you wonder why he wears a hoodie and gloves even though it’s hot, but he also appreciates that you haven’t asked him about it, so he doesn’t have to lie to you .

— —

After Bucky came back with the food the two of you sat there in your new apartment, talked and ate. The conversation flowed between the two of you and you feel like you’ve  known Bucky for so long already. He is a sweet and gentle man, taking care of you and making you laugh. Plus his voice and laugh is the most beautiful thing you have ever heard, you could listen to him all day and you would never be tired of it nor him.

The connection between you and Bucky gets stronger with every day. The two of you spend a lot of days in your or his apartment and he becomes your best friend. You know you can trust him, you can tell him everything and he knows it as well.

One night a few weeks ago, Bucky came over in just a t-shirt, asking you if he is allowed to sleep on your couch because he can’t stand the quietness in his apartment. You offered him to sleep in bed with you, knowing that he would never touch you unless you allow him to do so but he shook his head.

“I-I would just love to sleep on the couch, you know,” Bucky mumbled, scratching the back of his head while he looked at you with sleepy eyes. He looked tired, not just because he fell out of his bed, but also because he was suffering from nightmares again.

Your scent is always calming to him. It was his first thought as he was sitting on his makeshift bed for the night, sweat running down his body. Bucky would love to say yes to sleeping in a bed with you, but he knew that his nightmares can cause him to punch something next to him and he didn’t want to risk hurting you.

“Are you okay, Buck? Do you need anything, I can make you tea,” you offered, bushing your fingers softly over his stubble. But again, he smiled softly and shook his head. Your touch was so soft, so loving and he got lost for a moment until you nodded and placed a pillow and a blanket on the couch.

“You know… we can also build a blanket fort,” you suggested with a grin, but Bucky just chuckled and patted  the space next to him.

You sat down, turning to look at your best friend. He smiled, his fingers fidgeting in his lap as you place yours on his and hold his big hands in your smaller ones.

“We don’t have to, if it makes you uncomfortable,” you said, smiling as softly as possible while you stroked your thumb over the back of his hand.

“I-I would love to… but…” Bucky stuttered, his eyes were roaming over your face, trying to find anything that told him that you judge him. However, he could only find nothing but pure love, affection and understanding.

“I just… you remember what I told you about my arm and my past?” You nodded, narrowing your eyes. Bucky inhaled deeply, bringing one of your hands to his metal arm, letting you touch it. He always let you do it, since the day you told him that this arm is a part of him, it makes him special. But you also told him that his arm doesn’t tell who he is because even though he was the winter soldier and had a metal arm there too — it was a different one plus he was under the control of people who used him. But it wasn’t him.

With that he allowed you to touch his arm, it was even claiming for him because you weren’t afraid of him. You accepted and loved him, with the metal arm, with his story. It makes him feel like home.

“I dream about it, almost every night. But when I fell asleep the last time here, I didn't have nightmares. But-but I sometimes punch something so I don’t want to hurt you,” Bucky confessed. You couldn’t help the small quirk of your lips — he felt so comfortable that he doesn’t even have nightmares. But you also couldn’t help the glisten of your eyes; it was awful to know that those dreams made him struggle.

“I’m sorry to hear that. You can always sleep here if you want. And just for you to know… I can take care of myself so if you ever want to cuddle, just tell me, I’m sure I can take care of you and also that you won't hurt me,” you assured him, leaning closer to press a soft kiss on his cheek, causing him to blush softly. He nodded with a thankful smile, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing the back of it with a grin on his beautiful lips.

“Thank you, doll. Now go to sleep, I’m sure you’re tired. I don’t want to keep you awake just because I can’t sleep,” he smirked, letting go of you to let you go back to bed, but you stayed where you were and just let your eyes roam over his handsome face a while longer.

“You sure? I don’t mind staying up with you a while longer if it helps you,” you said but he nodded, assuring you that he is fine. “You can turn on the television if you need some background noises.”

With that, you got up and walked back into your bedroom. Bucky smiled softly, leaning back before getting comfortable and turning on the television. Your scent surrounded him and he fell asleep pretty quick, relishing the first good sleep he’d had in weeks.

That was a few weeks ago and even though Bucky loves sleeping at your apartment, sometimes he is out late and doesn’t want to wake you. Plus he wants to give you some privacy. You’re not dating anyone, but as much as he loves your company, he doesn’t want to scare you away.

With time, you become his everything. You’re the one who holds him when he thinks he falls — you’re the one, his one. And even though his feelings get stronger, he hasn’t told you yet. He’s too scared — maybe you don’t feel the same and he will destroy the friendship you both developed so perfectly.

Bucky knocks at your door. He is on his way to his dinner with Yori but he has to see you. He told the older man a lot about you, but he hasn’t introduced the two of you yet.

In one of Bucky’s hoodies — the one you picked out of his wardrobe when the two of you made a mess in the kitchen — you walk to the door and open it. Your face immediately lights up as you see your best friend, who's smiling softly at you.

“Doll! I’m just on my way to dinner with Yori, wanting to check after you—,”  his voice trails off, looking you up and down. His blue eyes light up as he notices the hoodie you’re wearing, and his nose scrunches with the slight curl of his lips. “Looking good in my clothes, sweetheart.”

You giggle, ducking your head to try and hide the warmth that coats your cheeks. You play with your fingers in front of you, then you look up to meet his intense blue eyes. They look so soft and there is nothing but love and affection in them when he looks at you.

“I’m fine, thank you, Buck. Just came home from work, going to make myself some dinner and then watch a movie, probably,” you say. Bucky narrows his eyes, tilting his head slightly and he looks just adorable like that. “Don’t worry, not gonna watch our series without you! Hope you enjoy dinner with Yori, tell him ‘Hey’ from me.”

Bucky nods, he doesn’t want to move, he would prefer to stare at you a while longer — maybe just forever. He knows the two of you are meeting the next day for your movie night, but he wants to be around you all the time. He inhales deeply, looking toward the kitchen — there is no smell of food, yet.

“W-would you like to join us?” Bucky stumbles over his words. “He would love to meet you, and I would love to have you around. But only if you want to of course!” He hopes that you agree and go out with him — even though it’s not a date, but for him it’s pretty close to one.

Your smile widens as you nod. “Sure! But I have to change clothes, pretty fast— at least my pants.” With that you’re walking into your bedroom to change. Your heart races and the butterflies in your stomach go wild — it’s just a dinner with Bucky and a friend of his. But at the same time it's dinner with Bucky, who is going to introduce you to one of his friends.

Within a few minutes, you made yourself ready for dinner and walked back to Bucky, who was waiting patiently waiting for you with a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“We should put some of my hoodies into your wardrobe so you can always wear them,” he mumbles, his eyes roaming up and down your body and taking every inch in. You look stunning — like always.

You don’t have to wear a dress. Bucky loves you in everything, sweethearts and t-shirts or pants and hoodie. For him you’re always stunning. He can’t take his eyes off you, when he sleeps at yours and you get up in the morning — hair messy and you’re all sleepy. You look like the cutest thing he has ever seen.

“Lets goooo!” You giggle, taking your phone and keys and walking out of your apartment. Bucky closes the door behind you, walking next to you along the floor and out of the building.

Bucky has told you a lot about Yori already, they go out for dinner once or twice a week. Always the same bar and always the same food and drinks but Bucky loves the company of the older man. Even if he has been asking him about you pretty often recently. But Bucky doesn’t mind, he can’t seem to stop talking about how beautiful and sweet you are anyway.

The two of you walk along the street, it’s just a short stroll. He asks you about your day, if you had something nice you could tell him, or if someone upset you during work. Your best friend listens to you the whole time, nodding or chuckling with you.

He always asks you about your day, making sure you had something that made you happy and to get rid of the things that upset you. And even if it ends up with him tickling you until you laugh to have something good to say about the day. As much as Bucky loves to hear and see that someone about the day makes you happy, he loves it more when it’s him who causes your happiness.

Bucky opens the door to the bar. His palms are sweaty and he inhales deeply before following you inside, pointing to the bar where an older man sits. He is obviously waiting for someone while talking to the waitress.

“There is Yori,” Bucky says, his voice sounding slightly broken and when you look at him you notice him shifting from one foot to the other. He smirks at you but it doesn’t reach his eyes — you know that expression.

Bucky often looks like that when people are around and he becomes nervous. Or when someone stares at him with a judgemental gaze, mostly when he is overwhelmed.

You stop in your tracks, turning toward him completely so you block his way toward the bar and take both of his hands in yours. “Buck?”

He hums, letting you know that he’s listening. His ocean blue eyes roam over your face, another attempt of a smile on his pretty lips but once again you notice that it’s not letting his eyes light up like his smile usually does.

“Can you breathe with me? Slowly to calm you down. I’ll hold your hands to help you— feel it?” You ask him, inhaling deeply together with him before slowly exhaling. Bucky nods to answer your question, his thumbs running over the back of your hands. He draws small circles, something that always helps him calm down, feeling your soft flesh underneath his rough fingers.

“S-sorry… just- I’m just a bit nervous. You’re my best friend and I told him so much about you already but he always looked at me with a smirk- that looks like he knows more about our relationship than I do.” Bucky smiles at you, removing one of his hands to wipe a strand of hair behind your ear, chuckling softly. “A-And I just can’t take my eyes off of you, doll. You look so pretty.”

“Thank you,” you giggle, holding Bucky’s hand tighter before you slowly walk to the bar where his friend is already sitting. The older man turns around, his eyes widen a bit, just like the grin on his face, as he notices the two of you. Bucky shifts, offering you the place next to the other man before he takes a seat next to you.

“You look just as pretty as Bucky always described you,” Yori says, causing your best friend to choke on his spit. His cheeks heat up and he scratches the back of his neck as you look at him.

“Told you… told you that I talked a lot about you,” Bucky confesses once again. The woman behind the bar walks toward you, a soft smile appearing on his lips. She silently asks the two men if they want to have the same as always. Both of them nod, Bucky doesn't even look at her, his eyes remain on you.

Then the woman turns to you, offering you a card but you shake your head. “The same as whatever Bucky likes, please.” Whatever it is he always orders, you know you will love it. The two of you have almost the same taste in everything and you know what Bucky loves to eat, so you know that he would never eat something that you wouldn’t like either.

The woman smiles nicely before she turns around and leaves the three of you alone. Yori grins at Bucky, wiggling his eyebrows and you have to admit that’s the funniest and cutest thing a older man like Yori could have done. You chuckle, turning to face Bucky, who could win an award against a tomato.

You place your hand on Bucky’s thigh, running your fingers softly over the firm muscle. “Bucky, do you need some fresh air?” You ask, slightly worried that his skin color could be because it’s too hot or the air too thick for him to breathe right now.

Bucky shakes his head. He places his hand on yours and caresses the back of it with his thumb while he looks into your eyes for a moment. “I’m fine, just- just nervous, you know?”

You nod, then you turn back to Yori, who watches the two of you intensely. His eyes are roaming down to Bucky’s thigh where both of your hands are. “So how long are the two of you dating?”

“We aren’t dating. We’re best friends,” you say, narrowing your eyes at the question. Yori’s smile never fades, his eyes glistening. He doesn’t believe the two of you — or maybe he does but then you both are idiots.

“You should ask her out, James,” the older man says and nods toward Bucky. Your best friend's eyes widen but he smiles softly, shaking his head.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to, but you’re just best friends. You’re everything for him, even though he is more than just in love with you, he is scared to ruin everything. Bucky would do everything for you, but he is still stuck in his past, he is over 100 years old — still looking like a mid 30 year old — but that doesn’t change that he is a broken mess.

“She deserves better than the broken man I am,” Bucky says with a soft laugh. He tries to cover the truth, the pain behind his words but you can see through it.

You would like to smack him for his statement. He may be broken and a mess, but he is still the most loving and sweetest gentleman you have ever met. He never judges you, no matter what it is you have his back, you have his love, you have Bucky. You would actually tell Bucky that you don’t want anyone but him but this would lead into a conversation with more confession — something you don’t want to have during a dinner with one of Bucky’s friends in public.

The night goes well, the three of you are laughing a lot. Yori points out often that the two of you have more than just a friendship, that you both have feelings for one another but you and Bucky play it off. You like Yori a lot, you understand why Bucky likes the older man, why he always eats lunch or dinner with him. After saying your goodbyes to Yori, Bucky and you walk back to your apartment complex. Bucky brings you to your apartment, kissing your cheek softly before he makes his way to his own apartment. Your night is filled with a lot of dreams with Bucky and even Bucky himself has a night — without nightmares — but filled with fluffy thoughts of you and him.

You spend almost your whole free time with your best friend, mostly watching movies or just talking about his or your day. You know everything about his missions with Sam and Bucky suggested that he could take you with him to meet Sam. But this plan changes when Bucky knocks at your door after another mission, his smile as bright as always and behind him another man.

You know that Bucky would come home today, you already made dinner for the two of you but you didn’t know he would bring a friend of his. “Hi, doll! I-I uhm… that’s Sam! He asked to sleep here before he flies to his family tomorrow.”

“Bucky!” You say excitedly as you pull him into a much needed hug. You look over his shoulder to see his friend smirking at the two of you. “Hi, Sam. Come in, Bucky has to give me at least five minutes of cuddles before I let go of him again!”

Both of the men laugh and Sam nods before he walks into your apartment. You let Bucky pick you up, you mean that you get at least five minutes of cuddles from Bucky, and he knows that you can be such a grumpy little thing if you don’t get them. He leads Sam into the kitchen, offering him a drink while he refuses to let you down.

“Does he cling to you like that all the time?” Sam asks jokingly. You turn your head to look at him, chuckling softly.

“Why? Isn’t he such a sweet teddy bear around you?” You ask and poke your fingers into Bucky’s cheeks, squeezing his cheeks softly. “He’s my favourite teddy bear!”

“The cyborg being a teddy?” Sam asks, earning a glare from your best friend. “He’s more like a cold, staring machine.”

Bucky growls into your neck, hiding his face while he inhales your scent deeply. He was away for two days but he missed you so much that he can’t let you down just yet. He doesn’t care that he’s carried you around for ten minutes already, he could do it all day and would never be tired of it.

“I made pizza, your favourite one,” you say and run your fingers through Bucky’s hair, making him sigh into your neck. “Sam, do you like cyborg pizza?”

Sam laughs while Bucky growls once again, but it turns into a chuckle almost immediately. You’re just so cute, he can’t help himself, he can’t stop himself smiling  and chuckling whenever you’re around.

“But I get to keep you on my lap,” he mumbles, letting you down for a moment to place the pizza on the table. Sam watches the two of you, smirking at Bucky. He has never seen his friend so soft and not grumpy around someone. But he likes this version of Bucky, the cute, sweet one, that looks so happy. It's like there is nothing that could make Bucky’s mood bad when you’re around, he smiles all the time, even his eyes are bright and shine in the most beautiful blue.

“I do like every pizza,” Sam nods, arranging the plates you placed in his hands on the table. He puts two of them on one side and one where he sits. Bucky grins at him, placing the pizza on the table before he picks you up and lets you sit on his lap.

Your best friend's arm is wrapped around your waist the whole time, you’re deep in talks with both of the men, getting to know Sam but also some secret and funny things about Bucky.

“And once… it was our first meeting, he landed on top of our car and he smashed the front glass and ripped out the steering wheel.,” Sam says before chewing further on the pizza. Bucky hides his face in the crook of your neck, chuckling softly.

“It wasn’t actually me. It was during the time of the winter soldier,” he mumbles. You run your fingers through his hair, calming him. You know that Bucky isn’t ashamed to talk to you about his past but you also know that he is still slightly tense when it comes to it. And your touch, your closeness and softness, is always calming for him.

“My sister and I are almost done with the boat, maybe Bucky wants to bring you to our little party then?” Sam asks, eying Bucky. “My little nephews and my sister would love you! They already love Bucky, and you’re way nicer than the cyborg.”

“Ey!” Bucky grumbles, gripping you tighter and pulling you more against him. You giggle, shoving a slice of pizza into his mouth. Bucky would love to bring you with him to the party, Sam is a good friend of his, and you’re his best friend, his everything. And even though the two of you aren’t dating, he doesn’t like the way Sam talks about you — that you’re nicer and probably sweeter and more beautiful. He isn’t wrong but Bucky doesn’t like to hear someone else saying such things about his babydoll.

“I would love to meet them, if Bucky wants to invite me,” you giggle. Bucky nods, smirking at you with a mouthful of pizza. He chews on it happily, holding you firmly pressed against his broad chest.

“Would love to,” Bucky smirks, swallowing the pizza before he opens his mouth to let you shove the next slice between his lips. You laugh softly, grasping another and shoving it into his mouth as well.

“So, Bucky said you’re not dating one another?” Sam asks, eyeing the two of you. A smug grin on his face, his eyebrows twitching in amusement. You shake your head, running your fingers through Bucky’s soft brown locks.

“No, he’s my best friend! Why does everyone think that?” You tilt your head softly, causing Bucky to almost choke on his pizza. You’re just so adorable and he can’t help himself but with a mouthful of pizza he can’t chuckle or laugh. “Buck! Don’t choke on your pizza! You need to chew before you swallow!”

Sam makes a lot more jokes about Bucky but in return Bucky embarrasses Sam just as much. The evening is filled with a lot of laughter and jokes. Bucky decides to sleep in your apartment on the couch, while Sam gets Bucky’s apartment — on the condition that he has to promise not to sneak around.

The man was more than just curious what Bucky was hiding in his apartment. Maybe a wedding ring already or maybe some really kinky sex toys? But to not destroy their trust and friendship he promises not to sneak around and he surprisingly managed to not do it.

You spend the weekend with Bucky, he asks you out for some ice cream and invites you also to another dinner with Yori. In the evenings you’re wrapped with Bucky into a blanket, snuggled up on the couch while you watch every kind of movie you can find or play some board games.

On Monday, you had to work again. Bucky told you he would make dinner and you can just come over after work. You know he is making your favourite food, he always does when he cooks for you.

You’re currently walking home from work, a few men following you, nothing too exciting because it’s a public street. But no matter where you walk, they follow you, their voices grow louder and you try to speed up. You can’t walk home, you can’t let them know where you live but they come so close.

“Girl, wait!” One of them shoots and laughs. You hear your blood rushing through your veins. The footsteps of the men behind you coming closer with every step and you feel the panic grow. You try to breathe slowly, try to calm yourself down but it doesn’t work. At least not as long as those guys walk behind you.

“I said wait, whore!” The man growls this time, his pace faster than before and he almost reaches you already. His hand is already reaching out and touching your shoulder. You prepare yourself to be thrown around, to be thrown against a wall or on the ground but it doesn’t come.

You walk further, slowing down the moment you feel a cold arm around your waist. The voices are quieter, almost silent. You inhale deeply, noticing Bucky’s scent and only now you dare to open your eyes further to look at your best friend, who presses you into his side. “Hi, babydoll.”

His voice is soft and shushing, you immediately relax in his warm embrace. Your eyes are locked with his — you’re happy he is there, that he helped you with those weird men who followed you.

“Hey! What are you doing here, Bucky?” You ask, leaning your head against his shoulder while he leads you through the street and toward your home.

“I had to go shopping, your favourite snacks were empty and I didn’t want my best girl to eat something she doesn’t like as much,” he chuckles and kisses your forehead softly. His lips are always so soft and warm, you could get lost in the feeling of them against your warm skin.

“You’re the best,” you giggle. Bucky nods proudly. He opens the door for you, leading you into the hallway before you make your way up to his apartment. Bucky prepared dinner already, he just wanted to get your favourite snacks before you were home, and saving his best girl from some weirdos wasn’t a plan, but he did it anyway.

“I know. Now, get yourself a seat, it’s your turn to decide on a movie first and dinner will be on the plates in just a moment,” Bucky says before he kisses your forehead once again. You take a seat on his couch, making it already comfortable and look for a movie. You can smell the food already, your tummy rumbling and you are already excited to get a taste of this delicious food your best friend made.

You almost confessed your love to him after the dinner, the food was so good and Bucky was so close, his lips so plump and soft you wanted to kiss him so bad. But you couldn’t just kiss your best friend, not before you told him about your feelings, not before you knew about his feelings.

You excused yourself and rushed into the bathroom, you needed a moment to breathe, he was just so soft and warm. Your feelings for your best friend went crazy and cuddling with him didn’t do a good job at calming all your running thoughts.

Even though his lips were really tempting, you didn’t kiss him, his presence made you all dizzy and comfortable — just like always — but you two watched the movie and threw popcorn at one another.

A few hours later you went to your apartment and into your bed. That’s where you are now, your eyes closed but you’re still awake, you can’t stop the thoughts in your mind. Bucky is so present in your thoughts, you tried to hide your love — your feelings — for him but the closer you come to him the harder it gets.

You’re so in love with Bucky, just like he is in love with you. You even have the key to Bucky’s apartment, just like he has yours. So when you suddenly hear a loud cracking noise and a wrecked scream you immediately sit up in your bed.

You know that sound too well, Bucky never screamed that loud but you know the way his voice sounds — it’s him. And your heart clenches as you realize that he has a nightmare, again. He told you once that the only way he doesn’t have one is being close to you. You offered him that he could sleep in your apartment even in your bed with you, but he just smiled. He doesn’t want to be a burden, doesn’t want to take away the little privacy you have. Even though you would rather spend your nights with him next to you, you accepted his decision.

You get out of your bed, wearing one of Bucky’s t-shirts — you stole it — and get the keys to Bucky’s apartment before you run out of yours and open the door to his. You already notice the silhouette  of Bucky in the corner of the living room.

He always sits in a corner after a nightmare, his legs close to his chest and his arms wrapped around himself. The wall behind him doesn’t let anyone attack him from behind and from the spot he is sitting at he can see every entrance.

You slowly walk toward him, turning on just a small light to not scare him even more. “Bucky? Hey, it’s me. Can you hear me?” You ask and get on your knees. A bit of distance between the two of you.

Bucky’s blue eyes are widened and sweat is running down his forehead. He nods slightly, staring at you. His eyes drift through the room every now and then, making sure no one he doesn’t want to have in his apartment comes into it.

“Can I come closer?” He nods again, allowing you to get closer to him. Bucky whimpers, tears stream down his cheeks and you feel your heart clenching at this sight. “I got you, Buck. I’m here, you’re safe.”

You crawl closer to him, your hands reaching out to pull him toward you. Bucky’s head falls against your chest, his hands clawing around your back and he breaks down completely. You run your fingers up and down his muscular back, calming him down.

Bucky holds on to you like you would disappear if he dared to loosen his grip just a tiny bit. “Bucky… we are safe here. You’re safe. We are at home, it’s just you and me here. No one is going to hurt you. I will protect you, I love you so much.”

You don’t even notice that you just confessed your love to him, of course you told him you love him but not like that. The seriousness, the love which is visible in your eyes and for the first time since the two of you know one another Bucky looks at you with a shocked but relieved expression on his face. His eyes still widened from the nightmare but your confession gave him hope — hope that someone as precious and sweet as you could really love someone as broken and messed up like him.

He doesn’t say anything, his face is buried back in your chest after you meet his gaze for a few seconds. He wants to believe that you love him, he really wants but something inside of him tells him that he doesn’t deserve your love.

“I don’t deserve your love…I-i…” Bucky stumbles, he whimpers and pulls you even closer toward him. “I-I want you to love me… b-but I don’t deserve your love…”

“Bucky!” You say, gasping at his words. How can someone as sweet and lovely like him not believe to be able to be loved more than everything, that he deserves so much love? “Hey! Listen to me. You deserve so much love! You deserve all the love in the world. You even deserve the world, Bucky. And I don’t care how broken or messed up you are, I love you!”

Bucky looks up at you once again, his fingers digging into your back. He shakes his head, he wants you to love him, so bad, but he doesn’t want to destroy you. He doesn’t want to hurt you, to break you, to make you like he is. “N-no…”

“Yes, Bucky. You can’t stop me, you can’t make me love you less. No one can, no one will ever make me love you less. I pretended that I could be just your best friend but I can’t anymore. I love you, more than everything, I need you, and I want you to see that you deserve love, all the love!” You say, trying to sound serious but still soft while talking to him.

You’re not sure what came over you to confess all that, maybe because he broke down once you wrapped your arms around him? Maybe it was just the last push after the day and half the night laying awake or whatever it was — you don’t regret it, you could never regret telling the love of your life that you love him, that you care for him — that your best friend is everything for you.

“Doll… you can’t… you— I will break you… I will hurt you. You deserve better than me,” Bucky whimpers, he has you already sitting on his lap, refusing to let go of you.

“It doesn’t matter, even when there would be someone better, I wouldn’t like someone other than you. Please let me love you, let me show you that you deserve to be loved just like everyone,” you mumble, running your fingers through his brown locks.

Bucky nods, letting himself fall more against you, leaning into your touch. He closes his eyes, his heart filled with love and affection. He has waited so long to hear those words from you, and now — no matter how shitty this situation is — it makes his heart race and his feelings for you to grow.

“Can you sleep in my bed then?” He whimpers, looking up at you with teary eyes. You can’t help but chuckle at his cute request, then you nod. Bucky inhales deeply, his breath still shaking but everything worked out so well right now, he couldn’t ask for anything else.

Your love will heal him, he knows it because it has since you got to know one another. Since he helped you to move into your apartment. Bucky knows that he never felt for someone before like he feels for you, no matter how broken he is, he knows that it will never stop him from loving you more than everything.

“I love you too, more than everything,” he mumbles, leaning more into you. “You know… I will never let you go. I will hold you in my arms every night, I will make you dinner, I-i will… be the best version of me I can be.”

“You’re already the best version of yourself, Bucky. You’re the most precious man, the sweetest I have ever met,” you smile softly, cupping his cheeks to make him look up at you. His ocean blue eyes shining with adoration and love, no signs of fear to the nightmare anymore. “Can I kiss you?”

Bucky nods with a soft smile across his lips as he is leaning closer already. You giggle at his impatience. But it was just too long to try not to, so you can’t blame him, it was too long to hold back from kissing one another. With a soft smile, you place your lips on his. And they really are as soft and warm as they look. You sigh softly, letting Bucky pull you even closer and hold you as tight as possible against his broad chest. His lips move softly against yours and he relaxes in your warm embrace, with his lips finally touching yours.

He may think that he doesn’t deserve to be loved — but this kiss lets him forget about all the insecurities and worries he has. The only thought left in his mind right now is how much he loves you, how often he wants to kiss you, that he just wants to hold you and tell you how much he loves you — over and over again. That’s what he is going to do, show you his love for you and he will show you that you’re everything for him, just you, only you as long as you’re with him.

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[greg-montgomery]

i am in desperate need of jealous hotch oh my god especially when he was the one who didn’t want any labels he would be soooo frowny 🤨🤨LIKE all frown man more than he normally is which is soooo much. he’d also be a lil sad emo boy when he sees you get comfortable with another man who isn’t him!!! he’d be all “jj😐who😐is😐he” and jj would be like “oh just some guy from other department who yn went on a date with few weeks ago i think its going reallly well & tonight might be the night” and he would TOTALLY try to hide it fazes him at all later that night but yn knows oh she knows damn well hotchy boy is in love with her

i was giggling and twirling my hair while writing this help. i love jealous hotch 😩

is he lowkey toxic in this??? <3333 maybe so! but just a little bit <33 he loves you 😌

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Aaron heard laughs from outside his office. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on yours. The sound of it was one of the few things in this world that could make his heart absolutely melt.

He could almost see you; the sparkle in your eyes, your beautiful smile…You didn’t smile for him anymore. And that was entirely his fault, he knew it.

He missed you like crazy, and he was the only one to blame.

And that wasn’t to say he didn’t have you at all. He was in your bed every other night. He just never woke up there in the morning.

Aaron knew you wanted him to with the way you clung to him as you fell asleep. But he still woke up in the middle of the night and left you laying there alone, in the mess of sheets you had created together.

“What are we Aaron?” he remembered your small voice asking him. Your head was resting on his chest and his hand was drawing invisible patterns on your bare back.

“Do we have to name it?”

“I just…” you started, but he cut you off.

“Don’t we have fun together?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, softly.

“Then it’s perfect the way it is. No need for labels.”

He kissed your forehead and he knew that with that conversation, he had stolen your smile.

The laughs and voices only grew louder and it made him curious. He stood up and walked out of his office only to find the whole team giggling around you. What threw him off, though, was a man he had never seen before with his arm around your waist, as if he had any right to do so.

Who the hell is that?

Before he had the chance to walk down the stairs he saw the man leaning in, giving you a kiss. He was kissing your lips. He was kissing the lips that Aaron kissed.

The little group you had created separated, probably to give you and this guy some privacy.

Aaron walked closer and found himself next to JJ.

“Who is that?” he asked, desperately trying to act casual. He was just making conversation.

“Oh, he’s a guy from the department upstairs. He’s hilarious,” JJ laughed. He assumed she remembered a joke he had said earlier.

“And what is he doing on our floor?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” she smiled. “He’s here to see Y/N. They went out on a date like a week ago and he’s obsessed with her already. Don’t tell her I told you that, but I think that tonight might be the night.”

He felt his blood boil at her words. Tonight might be the night? Over his dead body.

“Hotch, are you okay?”

“Perfectly fine,” he said and left her side in order to approach you; thankfully finding you without “the guy from the department upstairs”.

“Who was that?” he asked, walking towards somewhere more private and you followed him.

“Oh…that was Sam,” you replied casually.

“Sam?” he asked, frustrated.

“Yes, Sam,” you smiled.

“I see. And why were Sam’s lips on yours?”

“Mm…that must be because we’re seeing each other,” you explained, with a tone that implied his question was stupid.

“Seeing each other?”

“Are you going to turn every sentence I say into a question?”

“Y/N, answer me.”

“Yes I’m seeing him. I’m single, aren’t I?” you crossed your arms, waiting for his answer.

“Don’t do that right now.”

“You’re right,” you said calmly. “I won’t. Instead, I’m gonna go pick up my things. I need to go home early to get ready. I have a date tonight.”

He grabbed your arm carefully not to hurt you and brought his face close to yours.

“You’re not letting him touch you tonight,” he whispered.

“Try me.”

- -

“I swear I had never felt more humiliated in my life.”

“That’s so crazy,” you faked laughed. It was probably a funny story that he was telling you. And he was probably a funny guy too; the entire team seemed charmed by him. You just weren’t paying any attention. Your mind was dominated by a man you should be letting suffer with his jealousy.

But God, Sam couldn’t even compare to him. How anyone could?

It was impossible to let go of the possessive way he threatened you not to let Sam touch you. You remembered feeling his breath on your neck and how your body was begging for him, no matter how hard you had tried to act unfazed.

You always loved how he towered over you and…

And was he walking into the restaurant you were having dinner at? Had you manifested him there by thinking of him so intensely? Or were you just slowly going insane?

You saw him getting closer and closer to your table and you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Good evening,” Aaron said with a surprisingly polite smile.

I’m gonna kill him, you thought.

“Hello,” Sam said, clearly not knowing what was going on.

“Y/N is actually leaving, I’m sorry,” Aaron said.

“No, she’s not,” you responded, annoyed.

“Yes, she is,” he said with so much certainty in his voice that made you equally annoyed and eager to follow him.

He was looking right into your eyes and he stretched his arm out, waiting for you to take his hand in yours. And you did, whispering that he’s “such an asshole” while standing up so only he could hear you.

“I know,” he whispered back and you bit your bottom lip so you could hide your smile.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked, looking adorably confused which made you feel awful for leaving him behind.

“I’m so sorry, Sam. We have a case and I need to go with him.”

“Damn, couldn’t you just call her?” he asked.

“I was in the area,” Aaron stated, flatly.

“Right,” he said, not looking really convinced. You couldn’t blame him.

“Sam, I know this is shitty of me.”

“Don’t worry, it’s your job,” he smiled. He was so sweet. You made a mental note to set him up with one of your hot friends, he deserved it.

You made a move to pay but he immediately dismissed you. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Okay,” you smiled. “Thank you, Sam.”

“The pleasure’s all mine.”

--

“You made me leave a date with the sweetest man I’ve ever met,” you told Aaron as he was walking you to his car.

“You wouldn’t be here if you wanted him,” he simply said, opening the door for you.

He walked to the other side of the car and settled into his seat too. “You would have told me to fuck off,” he continued.

“Yeah, now that you mention it, I should have.”

He laughed and you couldn’t help but join him.

“God…what have you done to me?” you asked, letting your head fall on the head rest of your seat.

“I’m so sorry for everything.”

You turned your head to the side to stare at him, but you stayed silent.

He reached out for your hand and held it. “I wouldn’t have ruined your date if I wasn’t certain that you love me.”

“Fuck off, Aaron.”

He grinned at your words. “And if I wasn’t certain that I love you too.”

“You do?” your voice broke.

“Of course I do, baby. So much.” He cupped your cheek with his hand and you nuzzled in it.

“Then why did you act the way you did?”

“I was scared. Y/N…you’re the first woman I’ve been with since Haley. And the first woman I’ve ever fallen this hard for. I don’t know…I felt… guilty? So I figured if we kept things casual, it would be better. I know how selfish that was of me and I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“Do you have any idea how it made me feel to wake up in an empty bed every morning while my sheets still smelled like you? How I wanted to do all these things for you, like - I don’t know - simply pack you lunch for work, but I held myself back because I was afraid you’d get mad at me for acting like a “girlfriend”?” you raised your voice, as tears filled the corners of your eyes.

“I’m genuinely so sorry, Y/N. I wish I could go back in time and change things,” he said, sounding heartbroken. “Sweetheart, if you let me I’m gonna make it up to you, I promise.”

He wiped your tears with his thumb and you kept staring at him without saying a word.

“I’ll wait for you forever if you need me to, take all the time you need,” he added, sweetly.

“No, you won’t have to,” you said. “I’ve made up my mind already.”

He looked into your eyes waiting for your answer and you noticed he had stopped breathing for those moments.

“I wanna be with you, Aaron,” you smiled and kissed his palm that was still on your cheek.

“My love…” he said and brought your face close enough so that he could rest his forehead on yours. “I promise I’m going to love you more and more every day. I already do.”

“I love you too, Aaron.”

“Let’s go home,” he said and kissed the top of your head.

After several minutes of him driving, a question popped into you head. “How did you even know where we were?”

“Do you think Garcia would miss an opportunity to get the two of us together?”

“Oh, I should have figured.”

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[buckysfaveplum]

poppy fields

summary: hiding your feelings for your best friend always seemed like the best idea, until you start coughing up flowers (hanahaki au)

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

word count: 3.7k 

warnings: angst with a happy ending😌, bucky’s trauma, vomiting, blood, talk of sickness and stomach pains, oh and sam calls you sugar cause i think thats cute :)

a/n: okay so i've been gone a minute. my mental state hasn't been good and i honestly just lost motivation for all the things i love. but i wrote this and hope you're all still interested in what i have to share <3

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“I don’t know, it feels too casual,” Bucky said, looking at himself in the mirror.

You watched from your place on the bed as his room slowly transformed into a hoarder’s den. His henleys and t-shirts scattered about from his constant changing. Every single one was fine, but Bucky was Bucky. He needed something to fixate on to distract from his anxiety. Tonight it was his shirt.

“Bucky, you’re just going to a diner. It’s perfect,” you said, hoping he’d finally pick the shirt he had on.

The blue henley, your favorite. The one you bought him.

You knew how much he adored his red henley, it was somewhat of his comfort shirt. The soft fabric hugged his chest and arms, making him feel safe and warm. One of the only shirts he still had from his days on the run, fresh from Hydra. But it was beginning to grow tattered and worn. You decided to find him a new one, not to replace the red, but to give him more options for when he had to leave the tower.

Maybe you did too good. As soon as he had his hands on that blue henley, you rarely saw the red. Always blue.

“You sure?” he asked, turning to see your face.

“Do I ever lie to you?” you asked, scooting to the edge of his bed.

“Never.”

Bucky strode across the room over to you, reaching for his gloves on the bed beside you. As he slipped them over his hands, you felt a frown pulling on your face.

“Really?” you asked.

Bucky bit his lip, avoiding your eyes. He knew how much you hated those gloves, how you hated the way he hid his arm. It’d been so long since he wore them, finally feeling comfortable with who he was. So why did he feel the need to pull them out now?

“Yea, I just… I don’t know, I think she’d feel more comfortable if I wore them,” Bucky said, reaching for his leather jacket.

This would be his fifth date with her, the girl he’d told you about a week ago. He seemed excited, excited to tell you about her. About their dates, where they went, what they ate, everything. You couldn’t remember her name, no matter how many times he said it. Her name didn’t matter, all that mattered was it wasn’t yours.

Watching your best friend date around was hard. Watching him get ready and leave you alone for the night while he was out with other women. It was hard, it was hard being in love with Bucky Barnes. The pain of watching him leave was bearable, knowing each night he’d come back and tell you all about how bad the date was. How he couldn’t wait to get out of there. Until he didn’t. Until he started telling you how excited he was for the next one. Until he started seeing her. That pain was all-consuming.

With a soft sigh, you got up and walked over to him. You reached out, fixing the collar of his jacket. You could feel his eyes boring into you as you fidgeted with the tags around his neck. In a few minutes, he’d be gone. And you’d be alone again. Without him.

“I don’t think she should decide if you cover your arm,” you said, looking up at him.

A soft smile spread across Bucky’s face. That goddamn smile. Slightly cheeky and open, his tongue flicking across his teeth.

“She doesn’t, doll,” he said. Gently he reached his hands out, resting them at the sides of your face. He pulled you close and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. Those kisses used to make your heart flutter. Ever since he started seeing her, they just made you want to vomit.

As he pulled back, you felt a tickle growing in your throat. Leaning back, you turned your head into your elbow. A coughing fit racked your body, tearing through your throat in a foreign way.

“You okay, doll?” Bucky asked, resting his hands on your lower back and shoulder.

Slowly, you felt the coughs subsiding. Dying out as you caught your balance, shaking your head and catching your breath.

“Yea, yea I’m fine, Buck,” you said, leaving his arms and grabbing your phone off his bed. “I’m gonna go find Sam, we’re gonna order a pizza.”

“You sure you’re okay?” Bucky said, following you out his bedroom door.

“I’m okay, Bucky,” you said, pressing the button for the elevator. As you waited for the doors to open, you felt another tickle growing in the back of your throat. You suppressed it as the doors opened, quickly stepping inside. Pressing the lounge floor, you turned to Bucky once more, “have fun on your date, plum.”

“Thanks, doll,” he said, with a hesitant grin.

As the doors closed, you stumbled back, grabbing at the handle on the back of the elevator. Another fit of coughs hit you, harder than before. You cupped your hands as you hacked, your back arching in pain. Your hands suddenly felt full.

The coughs once again subsided, and you caught your breath. But looking down into your hands, your face went white.

Three little poppies sat in your palms, crumpled and slightly wet.

Fuck.

—

Days passed and you saw Bucky a bit less as they went by. You tried to distract yourself, throwing yourself into work. Taking on extra missions, opting to do all the paperwork, training extra hard with Steve and Nat. But nothing could take your mind off of him.

The coughing just got worse, with more and more flowers coming up each day. You knew what this was and it wasn’t good. You always heard about the disease but never thought it’d happen to you. Never thought you’d feel the chill run down your back sent by the sight of those first three flowers. Poppies, how ironic.

It was your birthday, a year or two back, but you were too busy to care. And so was everyone else. But not Bucky, of course not. You’d never forget how happy you were when you saw him after coming off the quinjet, covered in grime and sweat. A smile on his face and red poppies in his hands. He’d told you the shop was out of baby’s breath, your favorite. But he always loved poppies. So it became your thing. After every mission apart, you’d get each other flowers. He got you poppies, you got him baby’s breath.

A week after the poppies first came up, baby’s breath joined them.

You knew you couldn’t hide the flowers for long, couldn’t keep holding in coughs around others. Soon they’d grow uncontrollable, and then…. well, you know.

The kitchen was empty as you sauntered in. Digging through the cabinets, you pulled out your tea case. Filled and sorted with different teas you’d collected from different missions all over the globe. Hopefully one of them would help soothe the burning in your throat.

“Hey, y/n,” you looked up from your tea to see Sam leaning across the counter.

“Hey, Sam,” you said, going back to your drink. You reached into the cabinets, grabbing two mugs. It was a habit, whenever you made a cup of tea you’d bring Bucky one as well. But he was out with her. “Tea?”

“Sure, sugar,” Sam said, taking a seat at the island. “Haven’t seen you much outside of missions and training. You’re keeping yourself busy, huh?”

“I guess, have a lot of free time lately,” you said, heating your water.

“Yea, Buck sure has been out with that girl a lot lately.”

“What does that have to do with anything,” you asked, placing your kettle down.

Sam gave you a knowing look, full of understanding and kindness. You didn’t need to say anything, and neither did he. You knew what he meant. So did he. With a sigh, you leaned back on the counter, your arms crossing in front of you.

“He seems happy, I’m happy for him,” you said, avoiding Sam’s eyes.

“Why don’t you just tell him, y/n?” Sam asked, leaning forward in his seat.

“Tell him what, Sam?”

“That you love him.”

You turned away, tending to the kettle screaming behind you. As you poured the cups, Sam leaped from his seat, coming to your side. You just focused on your tea, trying desperately to ignore the burning tickle climbing up your throat.

“Come on, y/n. I know he feels the same way. That man is like a lost puppy following you around,” Sam said, grabbing a pack of tea.

“He’s not in love with me, Sam,” you said, placing your tea packet in the mug. The tickle kept growing and growing, threatening to overflow. Flowers threaten to pour out like the water from your kettle. Pour out and expose your years of buried feelings.

“Come on, sugar, it’s obvious. Just tell him,” Sam said.

Your throat burned.

“I know he’ll feel the same way,” Sam continued.

You placed your mug down, feeling a scratch up your esophagus.

“Just tell him how you feel, y/n. He loves you,” Sam said.

“Then why isn’t he here, Sam?” you slammed your hand on the counter, finally looking up at him. “Why is he out at some shitty midtown diner with another woman, while you’re here drinking tea with me from his mug? Why am I constantly watching him run around the city with different women, waiting for him to come back just to tell me about them? Why am I not with him-”

Before you could finish, you felt a rush of coughs take over you. You fell forward, grasping at the counter, heaving and shaking.

“Y/n, sugar, you okay?” Sam said, placing a firm hand on your back to steady you. You kept coughing, trying to keep from blacking out. Your eyes clamped shut as you felt the rush of flowers flowing from your mouth. Slowly, you coughed up the rest, a few red petals falling from your mouth as the coughs died down. Your breaths were labored, trying to focus as black spots danced across your vision.

“Y/n….” You didn’t want to look at Sam, you knew what you’d see. Horror, panic, concern, sympathy. “Sugar, you have-”

“I don’t know what to do, Sam,” you said, feeling tears start to well in your eyes. “I love him, I love him so much.”

Sam’s arms wrapped around you, gently pulling your fragile frame close. He tried to soothe you as your body shook with tears.

“Sugar, you need to tell someone, tell Bucky. Tell him you love him, tell him-” you didn’t let him finish.

“No, Sam, I can’t. I told you, he doesn’t feel the same,” you said, pulling yourself from his arms as you felt yourself regain your balance.

“Y/n, I know he does, just tell him, please. This will kill you,” he said, grabbing your shoulders. You just shook your head. What good would telling Bucky do? He didn’t feel the same. All confessing would do was make him feel pity. Make him feel as though he had to be with you, or else you’d die. Even then, it wouldn’t keep you alive. If he truly didn’t love you, it would do nothing.

“Will you tell Bruce? He can do that surgery, and you’ll be okay,” Sam said.

“I don’t want the surgery, Sam. I don’t…. I don’t want to not love him. I can’t not love him,” you said, feeling yourself growing tired.

“Y/n, please,”

“No, Sam. Just please, please don’t tell anyone.”

“Sugar…”

“Please, Sam.”

—

A week had passed, and you just got worse. Steve had to remove you from the last mission after you almost fainted in training. No coughing, luckily, but Steve wouldn’t have you out in the field until you got your strength back. Without work or Bucky, you found yourself with nothing to do. Nothing but be with your flowers. Nat and Wanda were called on the mission, along with most of the team. Leaving just you, Sam, and Bucky.

Sam let up on insisting you tell Bucky, or see Bruce, but wouldn’t let you be alone. He watched as you avoided Bucky like the plague. Each time he’d try to spend any time with you, you cut the conversation short, rushing to the nearest bathroom to release the build-up of poppies in your throat. Sam saw how Bucky grew worried, seeing you sulk around the tower, your eyes tired and face growing hollow. Something was wrong.

You could feel yourself fading, knowing soon the disease would overtake you. Soon, the flowers would fill your throat, leaving you to choke and suffocate. To die of your unrequited feelings. Surprisingly, you were calm, almost at peace with it.

It was Thursday, laundry day. Normally, Bucky would help you, but you knew that wasn’t an option in your condition. Walking down the hall leading to the kitchen, you stopped in your tracks at a certain voice.

“I just don’t get what’s going on, Sam,” Bucky said. “Why is she avoiding me?”

You stopped just short of entering the room, hiding behind the wall. Your heart raced as you listened in.

“Did I do something? Did I upset her? It’s killing me, I never want to hurt her,” Bucky said. You could hear the desperation in his voice. The slight tremor as he spoke. You knew that tremor, the one that came out in the middle of the night when he awoke from a nightmare. The one that broke through his words as he begged you to hold him, to not leave. That tremor was fear, true fear.

“I don’t know, Buck,” Sam said. You could tell how badly he wanted to tell him the truth. You silently begged him not to. “Maybe she’s feeling neglected?”

“Because of-”

“Yea.”

Your breath picked up, dreading where the conversation was headed. Your hands began to shake, you felt your throat begin to swell. The basket of laundry felt heavy in your hands.

“I don’t know what I was thinking, I just… I miss her. I hate this,” Bucky said.

“Well, you have been spending a lot of time with someone else. Which if you're happy with her, that’s cool but-”

“She asked me to be her boyfriend, Sam.”

A loud crash filled the hall as the laundry basket fell from your hands. Your chest burned and you shook as you stumbled back, your hand pressed on your sternum as you desperately tried to get a breath in. Your feet swayed as you walked, baby’s breath falling from your mouth.

Your vision blurred, your head full of cotton. In seconds, you were hacking, poppies all over the hallway floor. Your knees buckled, the coughing sending you falling to the floor. The sounds of flowers pouring out your mouth filled your ears, blocking out everything else. You didn’t hear combat boots rushing down the hall. You didn’t hear Bucky as he desperately shouted your name. You didn’t hear Sam rush to get Bruce.

Your body was heavy, tingling, and growing numb, but you felt familiar arms pull you close.

“Y/n, doll, baby look at me,” Bucky said, his voice shaking with fear. He couldn’t focus on anything but you. He didn’t focus on the trail of poppies behind you, just you.

Your vision was shaky, but between coughs, you looked up at him. He was scared. Terrified. A kind of terrified you’d never seen from him; not from nightmares, not from a panic attack, not from a mission. This was new, this was the worst.

“Doll, baby, come on breathe, you’re okay. Sam’s gonna get Bruce, it’s okay,” Bucky said, holding you and rubbing your back through another fit of coughs. This time he couldn’t ignore the obvious, as you coughed poppies into your lap.

“Y/n…” Bucky froze, looking at you more scared than before. Realization dawned on him. Fuck, this wasn’t good.

The coughs stopped for a moment. You could feel another fit coming, but you took the opportunity to get in a shaken breath. With weak hands, you reached out to fiddle with the silver tags around Bucky’s neck. God, you loved those tags.

“I love these,” you said, resting your head gently against Bucky’s chest. He pressed a firm kiss to your forehead, holding you close as another fit took over you. Flowers covered you both. You faintly felt tears drop onto your head as Bucky rocked you. You heard the sounds of Bruce and the med team rushing down the hall, Bucky begging them to help you, just before you blacked out.

—

You awoke to soft beeping and bright white lights. You’d come back from enough major injuries to know you were in the medbay. Your throat felt cleared, the fullness of flowers just settling in your stomach. You took in as many deep breaths as you could, stretching in your bed.

“You’re awake,” weakly, you turned your head to the side to be met with the sight of Bucky. He was hunched in a small chair, pulled impossibly close to the bed. You soon realized he had your hand tight in his own, not painful but firm. Like he was terrified to let go.

“Yea, I’m okay, that was weird,” you said, finally coming to. You tried to sit up quickly, but your vision blurred. You began to hunch forward, but Bucky caught you. He was there like he always was. “Thanks.”

“Y/n, you have -” he started

“I know, Buck,” you said, resting back on the pillows. “Sam tell you?”

“You were choking on poppies,” he said, taking your hand back in his. “y/n, whoever you lo… whoever it is, you have to tell them. They have to feel the same way.”

“They don’t, trust me.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed, the concern and fear on his face only growing.

“Please, doll, tell them. If not, let Bruce remove the roots. He cleared out some flowers, but they’ll come back. Please, babydoll, please you can’t die. I can’t lose you. Please,” Bucky was desperate, his eyes red and puffy from tears. He ducked his head, trying to hide the new wave of tears threatening to fall. Strangely, your stomach began to settle, the pain slightly dulling.

“It’s you,” you said, looking down.

“What?” Bucky asked, his head shooting up to find your gaze.

“It’s you. It’s always been you. I love you and I know you don’t feel the sa- '' you couldn’t finish. Suddenly, you felt two strong hands pull you close. Your lips were pressed against Bucky’s as he held you in his embrace. He was warm, a calming wave that washed away all the pain filling your body. The cool of his metal hand against your cheek was soothing, helping ground you as he deepened the kiss. Your head was spinning, but all you could focus on was Bucky.

Quickly, he pulled back, his hands frantically brushing over your face, keeping you close.

“I love you. I love you so much, babydoll. I love… god, I do feel the same way. You’re it for me, baby, you always have been.” he said, resting his forehead against yours.

“But what about…” you asked.

“I was stupid, doll. I was stupid and scared. I’m a mess and I didn’t want to trap you with me. I thought I could find someone else, convince myself I could move on. But I can’t,” Bucky said.

Your stomach fluttered, the fullness of the poppies slowly disappearing. The familiar flutters began to make their way back.

“I couldn’t go anywhere with anyone, without thinking of you. That girl, she… she was so interested, I thought I was too. I don’t know but, when she asked me to be her boyfriend, it finally hit me. She looked like you, I was just trying… to distract myself but. Fuck, I love you, y/n. I can’t keep looking for you in every other girl. You’re all I want, doll.”

“You really love me?” you asked, trying to get closer.

“So much it’s consuming me, baby,” Bucky said, moving to sit with you on the bed.

Feeling your strength slowly return, you pulled him in for another kiss. Your lips danced over his, desperate for more. His hand moved to your back, bringing you closer to him. Your lips moved, pressing soft kisses along his jawline. Bucky suddenly pulled back. Your brows furrowed, confused.

“I almost killed you,” Bucky said, dropping his gaze.

“What?” you asked, confused.

“You were so convinced I didn’t love you, so sure that you got… I did this to you. I almost killed you,” he said, shaking his head.

“No, no, plum you didn’t. Sam even told me you felt the same, he told me to tell you. It’s okay, plum,” you said, reaching for his cheeks. “I’m okay, I’m okay. You love me, I’m okay.”

“I’m so sorry, babydoll. I love you so much,” Bucky said, moving closer to you, his hands finding your waist.

“I love you too,” you said, resting your forehead to his. You both took a moment, resting silently in each other's arms. Finally, everything out in the open.

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Laying in Bucky’s bed, your fingers danced over the engravings on his tags. The blue henley pulled tight across his chest as he rested beneath you. Familiar and warm.

Weeks passed, and the flowers were long gone. Bucky refused to leave your side, finally being able to hold you how he always wanted. A hand was always on your waist, hips, or around your shoulders. He never wanted to be away from you, holding you close as much as he could. If you ever coughed, even the slightest bit, he went into a panic. But you assured him, everything was okay. You were okay.

You nuzzled closer into his side, taking in the familiar smell of oak and leather that was just Bucky. The fluttering feeling he gave you was back, a welcomed comfort you hoped never left again.

“You really like those things, huh,” he said, smiling down at you. You looked up, pressing a soft kiss into his side.

“Mhm,” you said, leaning in further. “I love this shirt on you, too.”

“Really?” he asked, his fingers gently brushing at the nape of your neck. “You know, it’s my favorite shirt.”

“And why’s that?” you asked.

“Because it came from you.”

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be my baby | s.f.k

good morning!! happy Friday the 13th ! normally on these days nothing really happens to me but earlier when I was making breakfast I was adding a tiny bit of salt and then a big glob just plopped out onto my eggs and I just 🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️

anyway I hope everyone has a lovely day, I’m off to buy menstrual necessities despite the fact that I don’t want to leave my house but sadly, I must. This feels like a mini written vlog of me just over sharing and I like it

alsoooooo

MASSIVE thank you to everyone that has taken the time to read, like, comment, reblog, etc. any of my posts. truly makes me happy to see you guys enjoying the shit I cook up in my head 🤍

anyway this is long enough already SO 

since I’ve written a good amount of angst I think it’s time to come back to the fluff 

enjoy, my lovelies 😌

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When Sam was asked where he saw himself in five years, his answer always remained the same.

“Married, maybe a baby, definitely more dogs.” he would answer confidently every time, the biggest smile on his face.

When he met you, everything was amplified by a thousand. 

It was love at first sight for him, no other girl in the world mattered to him except you. He’d kiss your feet if needed be, if there was a puddle he would let you walk on his back all to not get your shoes wet. He cherished the ground you walked on, always praising you and showering you with his love every chance he’d get. He gave you anything and everything you ever wanted, he was every girls dream. 

And you were completely and utterly in love with him.

He did everything right, since the beginning. He treated you like a princess, insisted it was the least you deserved despite it being before your time as a couple. He treated you as if you were the rarest form of gold there ever was, much too valuable to ever be tainted and far too worthy of just any regular man. But Sam wasn’t just any regular man to you, which was why he was over the moon to have been the chosen one when it came to your affection. 

When you had first met he was the one that had been instantly pining over you, though you had made it clear you only wanted to be friends. That didn’t stop him, not even close, if anything it motivated him even more. It was in his blood to never give up, you had come to find out after meeting his brothers. 

“It’s a Kiszka thing,” his brothers had said, giving you the biggest and brightest smiles as if to say “you might as well give in now”.

But you had to admit, you loved the chase. You relished in the feel of being wanted by someone in such a pure and intimate way. Though it wasn’t much of a chase really, as he managed to all but tackle you at the 7 month long finish line. You gave in, once you realized the butterflies that fluttered in your tummy at the mere thought of him were never going to go away. They never once did throughout those 7 months, and they never did for the next 4 years.

Throughout your relationship he always kept you on your toes. Treating you to this and buying you that, cooking you this and singing you that. You did everything together, and neither of you would ever dream of getting tired of the other. 

One of your favorite things to do together was listen to music in the comfort of your cozy living room, a random record spinning in the corner as you built a puzzle together. The others laughed at the two of you, but it wasn’t in mockery, except for the teasing comments saying how old you guys behaved when you were only in your early twenties. But it was an activity the both of you enjoyed. You enjoyed going out and getting drinks with everyone every once in a while, but lately the two of you had been loving just staying home, making dinner together then moving to the living room, one of you picking a puzzle and the other picking a record. The way it was decided who got what job, was through a good ol trusty game of rock, paper, scissors.

“Ready to lose?” you teased, getting into position.

Sam scoffed, rolling his eyes mumbling what sounded like ‘as if’ under his breath before beginning the countdown. 

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

Your hand flew out into the motion of scissors, while Sam’s hand went out flat on his palm. He pouted as you stuck your tongue out at him.

“No fair,” he mumbled. “Best two out of three!”

You rolled your eyes but resumed your position. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

And you beat him, again. 

You giggled as he got ready for the last and final round, mumbling words of encouragement to himself only to lose all over again. Your head was thrown back in laughter as he pouted even more than before, arms crossed over his chest even going so far as to throwing a stomp of his foot into the mix. He always enjoyed picking the music, wanting to show you something new he had found on one of the many record store adventures you had both gone on, or ones with just him and the boys. Most of the time he would win, but tonight luck was on your side and you made sure to flaunt your win in his face as much as you could as you all but skipped over to the record player to pick the music for the night.

You sifted through your shared record collection, majority of them belonging to Sam but you had added a good amount to the mix. Doing a little happy dance as you found the one you were looking for, you slipped it out of the sleeve and popped it onto the record player, setting the needle in place before making your way to the center of the room where Sam was waiting for you, the puzzle he had picked out already opened and laid out on the coffee table.

“What did you pick?” Sam asked as you took a seat across from him.

“You’ll see.” you said with a smile as you began to sort through the puzzle pieces. 

He didn’t press any further and you two began flipping the pieces over, connecting what you matched along the way. The beginning notes of the first song began to play, and Sam snapped his head up from the table to give you a knowing look. You gave him a big cheesy grin, and he couldn’t help but match it as he rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head. 

“You and this damn record,” he said, turning his gaze back to the puzzle. 

The record you had picked was the soundtrack to Dirty Dancing. It was one of your favorite movies ever, and the soundtrack was absolutely perfect. It didn’t take long for Sam to realize it was your favorite, as it was the only movie you ever wanted to watch and you played the record any chance you’d get. You would spin it as you cooked dinner, pausing in between to pull him to dance with you. He loved pretending like he hated it, but he secretly loved it. You would catch him swaying to the music, tapping his fingertips on his knees to the beat, and he always wore the biggest smile as he spun you around the kitchen to the music. 

“Oh hush,” you said. “You love it.”

He simply hummed, but the smile remained on his face as he snuck occasional glances at you while you worked quietly on the puzzle, listening to the music as you enjoyed each others presence. You continued working on your puzzle, which was one you realized you had never built before.

“Where did you get this puzzle?” you asked Sam after a while. “I’ve never seen it and it’s hard.”

The last part came out with a pout, making him smile, though he didn’t offer much information about the puzzle, simply saying he had found it on the shelf. You had been at it for what felt like ages, but really it had only been about 30 minutes, the damn puzzle was only half way finished. It normally didn’t take this long for you to build a puzzle, but this one was extremely hard as all of the pieces were black. When the light would hit them at a certain angle certain colors would pop up, but for the most part it was all black. 

You let out a sigh as you pushed a few pieces away from you and towards the center of the table, and just as you were opening your mouth to complain an all too familiar tune sounded through the record player and you let out a squeal of excitement instead. You shot up from your spot on the carpet, stepping over towards Sam with your hand held out. 

“Dance with me.” you said to him, to which made him let out a groan as you dragged him up and off of the carpet.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as you brought yours up and around his neck, tucking your head into his chest as you swayed to the sounds of Otis Redding. 

These arms of mine

They are lonely

Lonely, and feeling blue

These arms of mine

They are yearning 

Yearning from wanting you

And if you 

Would let them hold you

Oh, how grateful I will be

You continued to sway to the song, and you kept on dancing as the next song played. It was the song that played during the love scene, and Sam knew, which was why he attempted to dip you the way they do in the movie, almost dropping you and him onto the ground as he did so. You were both a giggly mess as you straightened back up. You danced to the remainder of the song, but near the end you decided to go back to the puzzle.

You felt a tug on your hand as you turned to sit back down, and you turned to face Sam.

“One more,” 

You gave him a look, he was never the one to initiate any of the dancing especially to this record. Normally he’d be the one itching to go and sit down, but not tonight. You grinned happily and resumed your position, tucking yourself into his chest as he held your intertwined hands close to his chest. As the next song began to play, you felt him begin to sway the two of you once more. You felt him lean down a little, feeling his warm breath on your ear, tickling as he began to sing.

The night we met I knew I

Needed you so

And if I had the chance I’d

Never let you go

So won’t you say you love me?

I’ll make you so proud of me

We’ll make them turn their heads

Every place we go

So won’t you please

Be my little baby

Say you’ll be my darling

Be my baby now

Oh, oh, oh, oh

The smile that took over your face as he sang one of your favorite tracks to you was one so big you were afraid it would all but fall off of your face. He had sang to you before, but not like this. This time it felt different, more intimate, like it was coming from him with some sort of underlying message. You couldn’t figure out what it was so you didn’t give those theories much thought, you simply cuddled into him more and let him sway you as he continued singing the rest of the song. 

I’ll make you happy, baby

Just wait and see

For every kiss you give me

I’ll give you three

Oh, since the day I saw you

I have been waiting for you

You know I will adore you 

Until eternity

You stayed in each others arms as the song came to an end, and when it did you turned your head upwards to face Sam, only to find him already looking down at you. 

“What was all that for?” you asked, leaning in to his touch as he brought his hands to each of your cheeks, holding you in place. He simply shook his head with a smile before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. You felt your body melting into his, the same effect his kisses have had on you since the first one you shared. Which felt much like this one. Soft, yet firm, warm and filled with equal parts love and passion. Every time he kissed you it was nothing short of love that poured through his lips and into you, but this kiss in particular felt very different. You pulled away after some time as your lungs needed air, and without much else of a word he pulled you over to the coffee table where you were meant to finish the puzzle. You were so dazed from the kiss that you weren’t of much help, but a comment from Sam had you snapping out of your thoughts.

“All done!”

You blinked, one, two, three times as you settled your eyes on the now completed puzzle in front of you.

“How the hell did you do that?” you asked, your mouth slightly open due to your shock.

“One of my other many talents I guess,” he answered smugly, giving a small shrug of his shoulders.

You smiled at how cute he was, even when he was boasting about the many talents you already knew he had. You moved your eyes down to the puzzle, not seeing anything special except a full picture in black. 

“So...what am I looking at exactly?” you asked, causing Sam to stand up excitedly to shut the lights off. 

“You have to hold a black light to it,” he spoke, switching the lights off before he made his way back over to you. 

You felt his presence behind you, his legs pressed against your back and you jumped slightly when something that resembled the feel of a flashlight was positioned in your hands. 

“Okay, on the count of three shine the line on the table,” he instructed, and you voiced your understanding. 

“1...2...3!”

You flicked the light on and shone it on the table, taking notice of how the once upon a time all black puzzle was now lit up, displaying different neon colored letters. You furrowed your brows in confusion, but before you could say anything you felt Sam’s hand come around and grip the wrist that was holding the flashlight, and he positioned it at the top left corner.

“Start here,” he spoke quietly.

You followed his instructions, and went about shining the light from left to right, revealing a few words as you went.

“Will.....you,” you read aloud, moving the flashlight down and over once again. “...marry,” 

You gasped, your eyes widening as your eyes trailed over the rest, but it was another voice that had spoke the last word. 

“Me,”

You turned to face Sam, who had moved over to switch the lights back on once you finished reading. He was now down on one knee behind you, a ring clasped between his thumb and pointer finger as he held it against his chest, specifically over his heart.

“Be my baby,” he spoke again, and you couldn’t help but smile as he quoted the song. “And do me the wonderful honor of marrying me.”

You felt your knees shaking, your lip trembling and your vision went blurry as the tears spilled from your eyes. You took a step towards him, looking down at him as he looked up at you with nothing but love filled hopeful eyes. 

“Abso-fucking-lutely!” you all but squealed, throwing your arms around his neck as you tackled him onto the floor.

His loud laugh was the only thing heard for miles and miles, you imagined. You laughed along with him but it was more of a cry laugh as you sobbed within the arms of your now fiancé. You gasped at the thought and felt him pull you up into a sitting position, holding your hand in his. It took a few tries to get the ring on, both of your hands equally as shaky but once it was on it was staying on. You stared down at it in awe, then back up at Sam, complete and utter disbelief written on your expression.

“That puzzle wasn’t actually just on the shelf, huh?” you asked.

He shook his head no with a big smile. “I ordered it a few weeks ago, I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed it sitting there this whole time but I’m glad you didn’t.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest at his confession, hearing that he had this planned for weeks now made the butterflies in your tummy flutter like never before. 

He pulled you into another hug, this time giving you a spin around the room, your laughs bouncing of the walls as the room was filled with nothing but love and adoration. Once he came to a stop your wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands coming to sit on both his cheeks, thumbs lightly caressing his face. 

“What are you thinking?” he whispered. 

You smiled, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. Your kisses trailed over towards his cheek then back once more to his lips before you pulled back.

“Will you be my baby?”

He grinned as you repeated his words back to him, and you watched in adoration as he happily shook his head.

“Your one and only, baby.”

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y’all i’m an absolute WHORE for dirty dancing the sound track is TOP TIER i just had to incorporate this now excuse me while i go bawl my eyes out at the movie 

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To Have A Home

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Months and months of radio silence from Natasha. You think you've broken her heart. But sometimes, people just need time to make their way back. After all, Natasha should know she has a home with you.

Warnings: f u c k i n g s o f t. Could pertain BW movie spoilers. Also unbeta'd.

Note: Well I miss this woman so much I think I cry myself to sleep every night so there's that. Let the soft angst and hurt/comfort fics begin 😌

Prompt: "If you don't know where to go, you can always come here."

Count: ~2.6k

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The Avengers have split up. Anyone who's a fugitive is laying low on their own terms.

You never thought the Accords could do this to a group of people who've risked their lives over and over to save earth from total decimation. On the one hand, you understood where Tony came from, but you had understood Steve as well.

It'd probably be hard to worry about property destruction and country lines if there was no earth at all.

Either way, you had managed to remain neutral in the split—purposely. And you did that so you could help others behind the scene, off-the-radar.

You had properties located throughout America and a few internationally. You had been fortunate to inherit a lot of places from your grandfather. Along with Ross, Tony and his team had tried to raid a couple of your places in America or stake them out to see if they could catch anyone.

But you have a good lawyer, and there wasn't any good enough reason to approve a warrant against your places. You hadn't been impressed with Tony, and the way he avoided your eyes told him that hadn't been what he wanted to do either but had no choice.

In the end, you were semi-retired as a hero, left to your own devices. You're pretty sure Wanda and Vision are living in one of your properties in Europe. You hear from them maybe every two weeks to a month when Wanda travels outside the city to mail you letters.

You hear from Steve often. He has your number memorized every time he gets a new burner phone. He's always on the move, going from hotel-to-hotel, or safehouse to safehouse. There's the odd time he'll get to stay in one of your properties. You no longer really worry when you get the notifications that someone has broken into one of your places. You just turn off the alarm when you do because it's always Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

The only person you haven't heard from is Natasha.

Radio silence from the person you want to hear from the most. If that doesn't make your heart feel like it's in a never-ending fall, you don't know what does.

You wonder if it's your fault because you had refused to run with her when the time came to split. Deep down, you're sure you both knew what you had chosen was better for the team as a whole.

But you often wonder if that choice had made Natasha feel alone. Had Natasha felt you abandoned her?

You swallow thickly as you lie in your bed. You wished Steve had more time to chat with you on the phone, but he only had a couple of minutes because they needed to get on the move again.

Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath before exhaling. You resolved to get some sleep.

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The edge of consciousness tickles your brain, moving to your eyelids. You let out a dry hum, wondering if you can stave off the need for water to fall back asleep.

But when your throat is so dry, you feel like you might choke when you breathe. You let out a soft sigh as you begin to open your eyes.

Your breath hitches immediately. Waves of red tresses come into view.

Natasha Romanoff was in your bed, asleep.

It has been months since you've seen her. Her hair has grown out, and she looks...tired.

A part of you feels like you might be dreaming. Maybe all that pent up yearning has you hallucinating.

You don't move; a part of you is scared that if you did, she'd disappear. You try to just stare at her peacefully, taking in her features slowly. The back of your eyes starts to burn along with your throat.

You're not sure why.

Suddenly, Natasha opens her eyes.

Those viridian eyes have always enraptured you. Natasha is a complex person, as are most people, but she's the master of manipulation. She has the art of deceit down to a perfect point.

Natasha is an open person, but only because she wants you to see what she feels. Steve had tried to explain it once when he was on the run on Natasha. He said that while he knew her and trusted her, he would never fully know her. He would take a bullet for her, but Clint may be the only person who knows Natasha.

But as she lies there staring at you, and you can see every speck of colours in her eyes, you think you might've just seen her soul.

Natasha was lying in your bed after months of radio silence, baring her soul to you.

And the only thing you would ever do is accept it.

You rush forward, pressing your lips against hers. Her lips are still a little cool, an indication she might've slipped in pretty recently.

Natasha lets out a choked whimper at your touch. Kisses...had never happened before. Natasha wasn't sure what had really held her back from wanting you. Maybe because you're too good for her.

Sometimes it scares Natasha to want things so badly. She can't quite explain it. She knows she's allowed to want things, allowed to have good things.

But when it comes to you, everything is always too much. Too much wanting and wanting everything.

Natasha pulls you closer until she can feel the heat of your body against hers—until she can feel the soft skin of your exposed hip.

"'m sorry," Natasha mumbles continuously between kisses because now that she's had them, she wants it all. See? It's always too much with you. "m sorry."

You feel lightheaded every time Natasha's lips press against yours. Each kiss gets more intimate, and you can start to taste the toothpaste on her tongue.

All you can think about is that she's real. Natasha is really here. She's here, and you're kissing her.

She's kissing back.

"Why are you sorry?" You mumble when you pull back to breathe.

It's still dark out, the moonlight illuminating your room. You stroke Natasha's cheek for just a second, watching the redhead's eyes flutter before you sit up and turn over to grab the glass of water on your nightstand.

Natasha sits up with you, suddenly feeling exposed as the blanket falls off her body.

"Why shouldn't I be sorry?" Natasha asks quietly as she watches you take a sip of water, momentarily jealous of your glass. "I...ghosted you. For months."

You put the glass back down, feeling better now that your throat isn't so dry. The water helps you wake up a little too. You turn back to Natasha and let your eyes relax.

Natasha looks so soft with a braid still in her hair.

"We all have our own ways to deal with the fallout," you tell her softly. "It must've been hard for you. Steve has Bucky and Sam, Wanda has Vision, and Clint has his family. You should've had me but I chose to stay here."

Natasha swallows hard because she did understand your choice. She really did. The choice had saved her ass a couple of times when she needed a hideout.

But there was a certain truth to your words. She was alone, and as much as Natasha has tried to say she's better off alone, she wants her family. Natasha wants you.

Which was why went shit hit the fan, the only place—the only place she could think of returning to was you.

"I'm sorry," Natasha is only a little horrified when she feels the familiar burn in the back of her eyes and the tears that welled up. "I haven't reached out to you at all and then I just showed up here."

Natasha could say that she didn't know where else to go, but that would be a lie. She's a resourceful person, so she always has somewhere to go. But she wanted to be where you were.

You lean closer, letting your fingers caress her collarbone before they move up to cup the back of her neck as you pull her in for a chaste kiss.

"Not that this is ever an issue for you, but if you don't know where to go, you can always come here," you mumble against her lips. "Even if you had a million other places to go, you can always come here."

Natasha does say anything, merely pressing forward for another sweet kiss. This was going to make her greedy. Being greedy made it hard to be a hero because the hero should always be ready to make sacrifices.

Natasha bargains that maybe she'll let herself live and die for one person.

"How'd you get in here, anyway?" You ask. "My home has security features that rival Stark’s."

Giving you an endearing smile, Natasha presses another kiss to your lips. "Oh, honey..."

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The next morning, you stretch in bed, noting that you were alone again.

A part of you had felt a jolt that maybe Natasha was gone again. You had been prepared for that possibility.

But when you hear some clanking in your kitchen, you smile. You put on a shirt and some shorts before you walk out.

Natasha is fumbling around, cooking eggs and pancakes, it seems. She's diligently watching the food, and you think the entire thing is so...strange. And endearing.

There was a fugitive in your kitchen. A fugitive who was a highly trained assassin, and she was cooking breakfast for you.

"Wait until all the bubbles have popped and there are holes..." Natasha mumbles to herself, and you press your hand to your mouth, trying to not laugh.

"I see the time alone has made you a better cook," you comment, and Natasha turns without surprise.

She's pouting at you before she turns back to her task. "Don't distract me."

You lightly chuckle as you walk over to join her, grabbing an extra spatula. "Since you're doing such an amazing job on the pancakes, I'll watch the eggs. Where's the bacon?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Too hard."

You bite your lip to stop any laughter from coming out as you go to the fridge to get out the bacon.

The morning passes by peacefully, a rarity to have as you sit with Natasha on your couch, mindlessly playing something in the background.

"I have to leave again soon," Natasha tells you quietly.

You feel a sting hit the back of your throat.

Natasha reaches under your couch into the safe spot you have built under there. She pulls out a bundle of vials with some sort of red liquid or powder in them.

"I was attacked last night," Natasha confesses, and you feel your breath hitch with worry.

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" You frowned.

Natasha gives you a wry smile. "I preferred kissing and touching you."

You try to not let your body surrender to the heat of the memories. You clear your throat as you point to the vials.

"So, what is that?" You ask instead.

Natasha shrugs. "I don't know. It was sent to me."

"By who?"

Natasha doesn't answer at first. She pulls a folded paper out from the middle before unfolding it.

You get a glance at it and realize it's photos from a photobooth. Two little girls, one blonde, one with red hair and blue dye.

Your gaze wanders back to Natasha, who is staring at the photo somewhat listlessly.

Too many emotions to try to decipher.

"My little sister," Natasha finally says quietly as if she could still take the words back if she wanted to.

Of all the things you do know about Natasha, it's that she doesn't have any biological family, or at least doesn't know them.

You stare at the photo and know instantly the one with blue dye must be Natasha. The red underneath was her natural hair colour. The blonde must be the one Natasha is referring to.

"I don't know why she would send me this..." Natasha shook her head with a puff of breath. "Almost got my ass kicked keeping it safe and I don't even know what it is."

You carefully wrap your arm around Natasha, happy that she leans into your touch. "We'll figure it out, Nat."

"We?" Natasha tries to tease, but you could see the hope in her eyes. Hope along with an effort to smother it down.

You wonder how no one knows Natasha.

All you had to do was really look into her eyes. All you had to do was love her, and she would open her eyes to you. But you suppose no one is more obsessed with looking into her eyes more than you.

"You think you can just break into my home, kiss and debauch me before leaving? Take responsibility, Romanoff. You've never shirked away from accountability before," you quirk your eyebrows at her, and Natasha can't help the smile that blooms on her face as she laughs with a shake of her head.

"What about being neutral? About remaining here for the others?" She asks after.

You shrug. "Everyone who was Team Cap is welcomed to enter my properties as long as they're discreet. I can write to Wanda and let her know I'll be off for a while. I think Steve would be happier if I came with you. Being neutral as long as I have has already paid off and served its purpose."

You move your fingers around her to play with the ends of her hair.

"We both did what we had to do, Nat. But don't leave me behind now. I'm alone too."

The words make Natasha burn.

She lets the bundle of vials fall carefully on the couch between them as Natasha lets her lips fall upon yours. She's probably never going to get sick of your lips. She must've kissed it at least a thousand times since last night.

"I know I'm not supposed to but I think I've made a home in you," Natasha admits, and you smile as you nudge her nose with yours.

"That's perfect," you tell her. "No matter if you know or don't know where to go, I can always be with you."

Natasha sucks in her bottom lip, biting it slowly as she smiles.

They should really pack up and go. They might get attacked again here if they don't leave soon.

"Can you tell me her name? Before we meet her?" You ask.

Natasha peers down at the old photo, feeling something she can't explain in her chest as she gazes at it.

"Yelena."

"Yelena," you mutter back as if testing the name. "Pretty name like you. Hopefully she's a better cook, though."

Natasha scoffs and gives you a mock glare.

"The pancakes were delicious," she tries to not pout again.

You nod, kissing Natasha's nose before you get up to grab your ready-to-run bag. "Yes, they were," you agreed. "I was impressed by your initiative to throw in the blueberries."

Natasha doesn't say anything, merely sticking her tongue out at you as you prepare everything for them. Natasha's only job is to find a way to get to Budapest without anyone knowing.

She sneaks a glance at you.

Natasha isn't excited to confront parts of her past, and she doesn't know what meeting up with Yelena will be like. But she has you, and as long as she has you, Natasha knows she has a home no matter what choices she makes and no matter what she's done.

It's more than enough, probably more than she deserves. But she'll hang onto you for as long as you'll let her—until she's forced to let go.

[evansbby]

Bestie your poyt drabbles make my heart swell - is it weird that they do that considering Steve’s all dark and fuckboy alpha? Maybe so, but I love POYT and Steve and omega, and your latest POYT drabble has me getting even more invested in their relationship and journey 😍!!!

Firstly, the feature of Steve Jr, STAWP, MY HEART CAN BARELY TAKE IT 😭, omega being his stuffie mom 🥺 Her needing to cuddle him to give her some courage to face that group of alphas 🥺 Her fixing his bow tie and feeling sad when she sees he has a lil boo-boo from the loose thread 🥺 Her upset when Steve doesn’t respect their stuffie son when he doesn’t call him by his actual name and coldly refers to him as a stuffed animal 🥺 Steve Jr really is was (😭😭😭) her only consistent source of comfort and emotional support 😭

Bahahaa Sam is so DONE with Steve and omega’s bullshit 😂😂😂 Him just tryna live in his own damn house without having to hear or see Steve being a horndog for omega 😂 Stop (don’t) that was so funny 😂

Omg I really like how you write poyt from omega’s POV because dang I’m so confused with Steve’s intentions - like if he was genuinely being sweet and comforting at one point or if it was an act to get her to put her guard down and submit to his wishes - I know we won’t know the answers because she’s always wondering if the nice things he does are genuine too!!! Basically, I really love reading the series and drabbles from her POV and I really love how you unravel their thoughts and actions throughout 😍❤️

Thank you for another amazing funny sweet n sexi poyt drabble ❤️

Bestie your reviews mean EVERYTHING to me, you have no idea!! The way you focus on all the details just makes me so happy!!

Also lmaooo, Steve acting tough in front of his friends, pretending he didn’t literally give Steve Junior his name😌😂 and yes, Sam is so done bc this man has to listen to those two go at it CONSTANTLY. Worst part is that Steve doesn’t give a fuck… he’d fuck omega on Sam’s bed just to annoy him (omg that gives me a thought: imagine Steve fucking omega on Bucky’s bed… Bucky would never change his sheets ajdjsjsk)

Also, Steve was kind of comforting her in his own way, bc he knew omega would be hurt by what Sam said. But he was also being super condescending, saying she cooks and cleans for him… so he’s basically reinforcing what Sam said anyways… so he’s basically being a dick 😭😭

Thank you for this lovely review ily😌😌💘💘

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#5

Something else I like about Turning Red is the way that 4*Town's music becomes meaningful. Similar to that Rick Rolling episode of Ted Lasso, it shows that no matter how 'silly' or overplayed a song is, there are contexts in which those songs can still be sincere, and I just find that to be a very comforting thing tbh.

It gives lie to Bo Burnham's incredibly cynical take on boybands and teenage girls in his song "Repeat Stuff", and although I think 4*Town themselves are pretty shallow and obviously not meant to be taken seriously (although I'm also really glad they appear to be hardworking decent kids and that this wasn't a 'never meet your heroes' situation), the love and passion the girls put into their fandom is front and centre of the movie. It gives them confidence, it's a shared experience, it allows them to explore their sexuality and identity safely.

And especially after movies like the Toy Story sequels, where the ultimate message is that you have to leave childhood behind, or Frozen, which tends to treat Anna's burgeoning sexuality as a shameful thing, Turning Red is a breath of fresh air for how unapologetically it celebrates those most formative years of our lives.

234 notes - Posted March 14, 2022

#4

The way Dracula immediately discards Mina's letter and calls it "vile", I have to think he knows exactly what he's doing in burning it; it's a physical representation of him crushing Jonathan's hopes and snatching away a link to the world outside, a twist of the knife. Also the way that because he can't read it he deems it "an outrage on friendship and hospitality" is horrifying. I wonder if the symbols shock him on reflex, as if he might see them as religious or significant in ways that can harm him - maybe it's the Dresden Files fan in me, but the fact that that letter would likely cause pain to a White Court vampire, and how any symbols can be religious and dangerous for vampires as long as there is enough belief in them, I can't help but think his reaction is more than just annoyance at Jonathan for keeping secrets. The letter could have been dangerous to him, and so here he is proving his invulnerability.

There's also something very cinematic in that scene. I can almost picture Jonathan's face changing as the fire consumes that letter, the shadows moving across his face as his expression goes from fear to horror to despair before the light disappears.

262 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

#3

"Sam Vimes sighed when he heard the scream, but he finished shaving before he did anything about it."

— Night Watch by Terry Pratchett

Yesterday's (May 8th) Dracula Daily made me think of the first line of Night Watch. Sam 'no vampires' Vimes would never.

264 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

#2

Love, Henry has found, has a way of growing backward. You fall in love with a person in the present, and then every person you've ever been gets to fall in love with every past version of them. A sleep-deprived Georgetown freshman falls in love with an Oxford sophomore who's testing out undoing the top button of his shirt sometimes. A ruddy-cheeked teenager with his nose in a book loves a backtalking lacrosse captain. A boy comes home from school with perfect marks and sees a picture in a magazine, and the boy from the picture pauses on a palace staircase.

— Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

281 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

Hot take (?) for evanstan AND shrinkyclinks. Both are the type of couple where Chris/Steve would be reading and relaxing, and Seb/Bucky would come up and lay between their legs and lay their head on their respective doms chest to just relax 😌 maybe have their hair pet? ANYways just soft intimacy of holding each other and reading aloud to their partners 📖

Question: is it still a hot take if it's true? Because-

Yes yes yes

Evanstan:

With Chris and Seb this happens all the fucking time when their work schedules allow for them to be in the same home at the same time. All the time. Sebastian will just come on over, a little huffy, a little whiny and lay himself across Chris. Over his lap. Over his chest. Whatever Chris' position allows for him.

Once they've gotten settled into their relationship and dynamic that comes easy as anything, so Sebastian feels comfortable being the cutest attention hog there ever was. But before they reach that point Chris has to encourage him to do it because his baby is shy and blushes so easily and doesn't want to be in his way. He just wants to be good. But Chris makes a Point to tell him that he's a) never in the way and b) he really fucking enjoys cuddling and can't ever get enough of it so it's a win-win.

Most of the time, out of sight of cameras and without responsibilities that Have To Happen Now, the two of them can only be found piled up together.

And stucky:

With Steve and Bucky too, it's law. Especially canon, retired Steve and Bucky.

Bucky crawling up to Steve (maybe coming home from both chasing Sam and having Sam chase him around) and Steve has his readers on, book open. Which never fails to make Bucky a) snicker and call him an old man, poking him in the side, b) soft for how domestic he looks, or c) horny because, unfortunately, old man or otherwise- Steve looks hot as hell in them.

Settling with a plop onto his lap and sprawling out until Steve groans, joking about how heavy he is, while being forced to lie back for him to cuddle up on his chest. One of Steve’s hands going from holding his book to scritching through Bucky's hair until he moans, continuing to read with a big smile on his face now.

(Also I'm assuming you were just using the book emoji as emphasis, not as a sign off but if you were be sure to pop back in to tell me otherwise!)

Edit: just realized after going to link this in my masterlist that... you asked for Shrinkyclinks. And. I guess I just- idk, didn't see it?? So, yeah, oops. But! Yes you're correct with shrinkyclinks too. Its just as much law.

[kuiinncedes]

Jeanne <3

How are you?

I'm not sure if this has been done before but out of the new directions who do you think would watch shadow hunters and what would their favorite characters be?

Hope all is going well 🧡

ahhh hi myle!!! <3 i'm doing ok school's a lot ashgklsdjf how are you??

i actually have not seen more than like probably 5 episodes of the show lol but i have read almost all the books babyyyy so sorry if this doesn't really fit the show haha but i'll try my best 🤪

also disclaimer i've found i'm not great at these kinda questions lmao ���

as for who out of the new directions would read the books idk they're pretty generic/popular ya fantasy books lol so whoever reads ya would probably read the shadowhunter chronicles haha we'll pretend for the sake of assigning favorite characters (bc that does sound fun) that they all read the books i guess for like new directions book club lmao idk 🤪

sorry this is so long ahhhh

quinn - tessa gray (her overall storyline of growing up being told what to do and who to be and then finding herself and her self-worth and finding love but not letting that be everything)(fuck i love tessa gray so fucking much)

kurt - alec lightwood (maybe a little on the nose lol but um in the books at least clary kinda assumes he's gay and he has trouble with that and just i think his growth also kind of parallels kurt's change from lima to new york and being comfortable in himself)

brittany - church the immortal cat akldhglfs (no but church is an actual icon we love church 😌)(and like just kinda from how they treated brittany on the show this is the first thing that came to mind)(but like church being a fave is valid tbh lskdghsfj)

santana - isabelle lightwood or will herondale (isabelle having to let her guard down a little to open herself to love bc she has one quote about being really scared of that and i think they're really similar in that regard)(will has love issues too for a very different reason but i think santana would connect with him too and how both he and isabelle in different ways keep up walls around them and especially will sometimes takes it a little too far)

puck - jace herondale or gabriel lightwood (fucked up relationships with dad/father figures idk if this is too much like just who's similar to who haha but i stand by it)(gabriel who had to learn he didn't have to stay loyal to his piece of shit dad and could become a better person)(kinda applies to both of them)

tina - lily chen or jem carstairs (lily was in love with raphael unrequited but she still became super close with him platonically and i feel like tina would appreciate that also bc lily's a fucking iconic vampire queen)(jem bc taste 😌 lol but also like he had to wait a very long time to get what he wanted ;-; it's a lot different from tina so idk i won't get into it and make this too long 😂)

mike - magnus bane bc they look the same ahaha jk

rachel - emma carstairs (they share a kind of singlemindedness and rachel could maybe learn from emma to not be so selfish sometimes haha)

finn - ...clary fairchild tbh (the way she's introduced to the shadow world and thrown into it with a lot of expectations is a little similar to finn and the glee club i think)(but would she actually be his favorite character alksdg)

sam - dru blackthorn (idk this feels really random i'm having trouble at this point 😂 but partly like how she's underestimated and underrated by her family ;-; who still love her with everything but they do kind of forget and dismiss her capabilities sometimes)

blaine - julian blackthorn (he kinda struggles with wanting to be perfect and having a lot of expectations he's trying to meet and people he's trying to please)(they are in veryyy different situations tho lol)(but i do think blaine has appreciating-julian vibes 🤪)

artie - simon lewis (simon's kind of a nerd and also plays guitar 🤪 but also i thinkkk like having to leave home (under very different circumstances dlhgkfj) is why i put him for artie 🥴 idk it's not very good lmao)

mercedes - cristina rosales (bc she SHOULD lol but alsooo idk maybe i think they're kinda similar but not really?? they're both pushed to the side a bit and constantly helping others i feel like i'm barely answering the question i'm just saying who's like similar 😂)

i really didn't need to say this much haha sorry if none of this makes sense or is very good lol but this was really fun to think about so thanks for the ask 🥰🥰 and sorry for doing a lot of book-only characters alskdhgsdf i failed the assignment in multiple ways 😂

[rookthorne]

oh keen for this chapter with the warnings - it’s getting juicy 👀

“We kept the trees as an extra form of cover,” Sarah remarked, noticing your questioning gaze. “It’s also our way to remember those we’ve lost. Didn’t do that at our last camp because it was too depressing, but when we got here we realized that no matter what happens to us next, their memory lives on when they can’t.”

oh boy starting off strong 🥺

“Ah, your friend made it,” the man said. “And Buck seems grumpy as always, so I’m glad everyone is okay.”

Beefcake needs an attitude adjustment 😌

He smiled as he met your eye, extending a hand out. “Hello! I’m Petter, nice to meet you.”

HAI PETER 🥰

You sat on the stool, feet swaying in the air. “So, Bruce, I hear you’re the one who knows how to build super cool shit.”

Your eyes stayed glued to the ground, tears welling in them as he looked at numerous scars that were already visible.

oh dear 😳

You shrugged. “I mean, maybe, but when you haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in five years nor a nutritious meal,” or been tortured for two years, “You kind of always feel that way.”  

LEMME AT ‘EM, COL!

A figure in your periphery made you look to the door, and you bit back a gasp as you saw Bucky standing there.

His eyes were glued to your mutilated arm.

oh boy… beefcake don’t you go bein’ an asshole!

When you saw the crack this time, you had no interest in knowing what horrible thoughts he must have had racing through his mind as he saw how broken you truly were.

oh bby girl 🥺

“No,” you said curtly, turning back to the door.

No one was there.

JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES

GET YOUR ASS BACK THERE AND COMFORT HER

“You can just cut the sleeves off. I’m sure Bucky is already telling the group how messed up I am.”

better fuckin’ not be 😑

“Baby steps, he says,” you mutter. “Going into a room full of strangers where they’re going to determine whether I’m a threat or not during a zombie apocalypse.”

sass queen is right 👑

He finally picked up on their discomfort and turned, mouth falling open when his blue eyes met yours as if instinctively gearing up to apologize.

But then it snapped shut and his jaw clenched, gaze hardening.

asshole 😑

like I get as to why he’s so guarded and angry, but STOP JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS, BUCKY!

“Can we please stop fucking around with the bullshit smalltalk?” Bucky asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We need to know who the hell she is and why the fuck someone followed her all the way to camp.”

He has a point but stop BEING AN ASSHOLE

“My parents and I were on our own the first two years. We moved from spot to spot, not making camp anywhere in order to avoid walkers, and honestly some humans. Eventually, we ran into a group who called themselves The Eternals.” Bucky rolled his eyes and you snorted. “I know, pompous right?” 

I couldn’t help but laugh at this 😂

“Then, John Walker showed up.”

JOHN FUCKING WALKER

“My parents were killed, along with everyone else, save for Druig, Sersi, and Thea. We were taken in for ‘testing.’ That’s where I’ve been for the past two years. As you can tell,” you extended your left arm out to show off the visible scars, “They had their fun.”

oh shit 😳

“Trying out different weapons, drugs. Mixing our blood with whatever serum they were playing around with. That’s how they created Runners. And I’m sure there are other horrible things coming our way thanks to those sickos.”

so that’s why she didn’t want Bruce to take a blood test!

“No,” was all he said, and both you and Bucky gave him the same confused expression.

ME TOO 👀

“All Hydra has done these past five years is break people apart, because they know that makes us weak. We need to stick together.”

good ol’ Sam 🥰

But you caught the way his eyes softened, the rage gone from those crystalline irises, replaced with what appeared to be more like a resigned annoyance. When he pressed his lips together in a thin line, you knew that was the best answer you were going to get from the grumpy man.

CAN’T HIDE FROM US BEEFCAKE

Bucky’s eyebrows jumped up for a split second, as if now challenging you. To silently ask if staying would be worth dealing with all of the shit you knew he was going to continue giving you.

boy you are in for a storm.

Oh, it’s on.

When you turned back to Sam, you smiled.

FUCK YES

oh MAN that was tension GALORE

god I am excited for where this goes next, gimme more beefcake teasing! 🤣

It’s interesting about the Hydra lab, how they were the ones to make the virus (doesn’t surprise me tbh), and how they used drawn blood samples. Why not just infect directly? They’d have plenty of people to take if they’re doing the ambush thing. Hmm 🤔

Awake My Soul • 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

WC: 3.8k

Summary: It’s been 5 years since zombies first began their invasion, and despite everything you’ve been through, you’ve managed to survive up until this point. Now it’s time to face your must dangerous challenge yet….the grumpy, untrusting, fiercely protective Bucky Barnes.

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of torture (in way more detail), scars, infection, blood, death. We get a better look into Readers past and hoooo boy. Time to meet some more of the squad! (Bucky still very angy)

Series Masterlist / Series Playlist

Brookfield Boarding School for Girls.

You kept your gaze on the tattered concrete sign that stood at the entrance of the grounds, trying to ignore the many, many eyes that tracked you as you followed Sarah down the brick path.

Once the sign was out of view, you diverted your attention to the other landmarks that made up camp. There were three large brick buildings structured in a triangle formation, the center one standing front and center. 

To your left was a massive garden, a woman with strawberry blond hair and a young brunette gathering various food items. Well, they were collecting them, but once they saw you they stopped and joined the other sets of eyes in following your movements.

You turned away, focusing on the right side that had housed a group of pine trees. There were strange markings on each stump, positioned in a way that they almost looked intentional. 

They looked like carvings of different letters…

“We kept the trees as an extra form of cover,” Sarah remarked, noticing your questioning gaze. “It’s also our way to remember those we’ve lost. Didn’t do that at our last camp because it was too depressing, but when we got here we realized that no matter what happens to us next, their memory lives on when they can’t.”

Your eyes burned as you turned your head away from the already covered pines, looking up at the solar paneling on the roofs.

“Do those things still work?” you asked, pointing up at them.

Sarah nodded. “We took them off of a farm a few miles away and Bruce was able to reconfigure them. We don’t have internet or anything but we can make the place warm during the winter without lighting a fire and exposing our location along with some other things.”

Bucky stormed toward the left building just as the entrance door opened, nearly knocking over the middle-aged man wearing a green sweater, his dark hair peppered with greys and glasses resting on his face. Once he recovered from the near collision, he looked over and gave you a small smile as the two of you approached.

“Ah, your friend made it,” the man said. “And Buck seems grumpy as always, so I’m glad everyone is okay.”

Sarah nodded. “Have a little bit of an issue that needs mending. Y/n, this is Bruce Banner. Bruce, this is Y/n, the one who found the boys.”

He bobbed his head to greet you, noticing the way you held your wounded arm. “Nice to meet you, Y/n. Let’s get you checked out, okay?”

You offered a closed lip smile and he turned, leading you inside and down a hallway until you reached a science classroom. A young teenage boy was tinkering around with a long black metal object.

“Peter,” Bruce said and the boy stood up, eyes wide as he quickly covered up his project with a sheet as he finally noticed your arrival.

“Oh! Sorry Bruce, didn’t see ya there.” He smiled as he met your eye, extending a hand out. “Hello! I’m Petter, nice to meet you.”

You smiled, though it looked more like a grimace as you looked between him and his hand.

“Sorry bud, she’s got a bum arm. No handshakes just yet.” 

Sarah’s words caused him to focus on your body language and his jaw dropped, quickly pulling his hand back. “Shit, I’m sorry! I didn’t realize-”

“Why don’t you two go get things settled while I work on the arm,” Bruce interrupted, gesturing for you to sit on a stool by one of the long tables. “Sarah, we’ll meet up with you once she’s taken care of.”

Sarah rested a hand on Peter’s shoulder and escorted him out, giving you a reassuring nod as she left your side.

“You should find Bucky, Peter,” Sarah said as they walked out. “He got a gash to the side that needs patching.”

Peter nodded, quickly turning back to grab a nearby med kit before catching up with her.

Bruce went to one of the cabinets, pulling out a few medical supplies.

You sat on the stool, feet swaying in the air. “So, Bruce, I hear you’re the one who knows how to build super cool shit.”

One corner of his mouth curved up and he breathed out a small laugh. “I’m glad someone thinks it’s cool.” He gestured to one of the chairs. “And I hear you’re the one that everyone is extremely curious about.”

You grimaced, at both the pain in your shoulder and the dread of having to get grilled by a bunch of people you didn’t know, especially now that any semblance of trust you had earned with Bucky had been completely eviscerated.

Not that you could blame him after what happened.

“Boss misses ya-”

A shiver ran up your spine as the ghost of your attacker’s breath hit your neck. 

So much for thinking you were safe. That could never happen. 

And now your only chance at safety was compromised.

Bruce saw the panic flash in your eyes. “You okay?”

You gave him a weak smile. “Just nervous, I guess.”

He nodded, hands taking hold of your wrist and applying a small amount of pressure along your wounded arm. “You’ll be fine. I promise we’re harmless. Some are just a little more nervous after…..”

“After someone you thought you could trust betrayed you all and ruined your lives?” you finished.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just gave you a yes, exactly look and continued examining your arm. You flinched when he started lifting the sleeve of your shirt, instinctively pulling away.

His brows furrowed. “Everything okay?”

You bit your bottom lip, taking a deep breath before relaxing back into his hold and nodding.

Bruce stared at you a moment longer before going back to the sleeve. He only got a couple inches up before you heard the sharp intake of breath and you winced.

“Holy shit,” he said on the exhale.  

Your eyes stayed glued to the ground, tears welling in them as he looked at numerous scars that were already visible.

“Who the hell did this?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. Instead of sounding accusatory, Bruce’s voice was filled with nothing but concern, sympathy.

Pity.

“I- it was, I’m not…I don’t-” you stammered and he shook his head.

“Sorry, we don’t have to talk about it.” He inspected the visible marks and lifted the sleeve up a bit, revealing more of your hideously scarred body. “Some of these haven’t healed all the way, Y/n. They look old, but infection is starting to set in. Have you been feeling off lately? Dizzy, nauseated, more tired than usual?”

You shrugged. “I mean, maybe, but when you haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in five years nor a nutritious meal,” or been tortured for two years, “You kind of always feel that way.”  

His lips pressed into a thin line and he nodded. “I’m probably going to have to wrap this arm to help with the broken shoulder. Will you let me tend to some of these?”

A pause, and then you slowly nodded. It was all he needed to get to work. Once he was able to work out that the scars ran all the way up your arm and with your permission, Bruce grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the sleeve from the wrist all the way up to the collar. He moved with gentle precision, disinfecting the gashes and bandaging them. Once that was done, he examined the shoulder, and said that luckily it seemed that it should be able to heal normally without requiring any type of surgery so all he would need to do was wrap it up into a brace.

He worked mostly in silence until he was almost done creating a sling when he murmured, “Your other arm, is it the same?”

The silence he was met with was answer enough, and he pulled out the scissors once more to make the same cut on the other sleeve which revealed an almost mirror image of the scars he just worked on.

A figure in your periphery made you look to the door, and you bit back a gasp as you saw Bucky standing there.

His eyes were glued to your mutilated arm.

In the short time you had known Bucky, you quickly determined that he was a hard person to read. He kept his emotions guarded, features stoic, only allowing anger to show through.

But sometimes, you would notice these flashes of…something. A crack in his armor that you would allow you to see that there was so much more than anger and rage inside him. You just didn’t know what that was. In those moments, you wished that you could break open a whole and peek through that wall he had built, and see what he was thinking, what he was feeling.

When you saw the crack this time, you had no interest in knowing what horrible thoughts he must have had racing through his mind as he saw how broken you truly were.

Even though he still hadn’t even seen the half of it. Some scars that could never be seen.

Bucky only had that look of something on his face for less than a second when you saw the rage return, the armor intact once more.

“Are there any other scars?” Bruce asked, pulling your attention back to him as he bandaged the final gash. “Legs, back, or stomach?”

Yes- “No,” you said curtly, turning back to the door.

No one was there.

Bruce nodded. “Okay, well, I’d like to keep an eye on those if possible. And I should take some blood to check-”

“No.” You fully pulled away from him this time, hissing in pain at the rogue movement of your right shoulder.

He held his hands out, eyes wide with concern. “Woah, calm down! I just want to make sure the infection hasn’t totally affected your bloodstream-”

You shook your head vehemently, body beginning to shake. “No, you can’t. Please,” you begged.

His gaze turned skeptical, wondering why you were so against him taking samples of your blood and you knew you needed to get your shit together.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Once the shaking settled a bit, you responded. “I…I can’t have more needles in me, Bruce. Not now. Please.”

It was enough, and you watched his shoulders sag as he understood what you were saying. You were tired of being poked and prodded.

Which was technically true..

“Alright,” he said finally. “That just means we’ll just have to monitor them over time. If the redness doesn’t go away within the next week you let me know, okay?”

You nodded. “Thanks, doc,” you responded meekly.

He huffed at the nickname, gathering his supplies. “We should get going. I’m sure everyone is already waiting for us.” His eyes shifted to your sliced sleeves. “Do you want me to get you a new shirt? I feel bad forcing you to change after just adjusting the sling but if you need help I can grab someone-”

“It’s fine,” you said, shaking your head. “You can just cut the sleeves off. I’m sure Bucky is already telling the group how messed up I am.”

Bruce sighed, working on cutting the sleeves. “I promise he’s not all bad. He wasn’t always-”

“Like this,” you cut off. “I know, Sarah told me. I get it.” You used your free hand to pick at some loose frays on your pants. “It’s hard enough to trust anyone these days, and I’m definitely not making it any easier on him.”

“Just give it time. He’ll come around.” He reached out a hand to help you stand up. “Baby steps, okay?”

You groaned, following him out of the room.

“Baby steps, he says,” you mutter. “Going into a room full of strangers where they’re going to determine whether I’m a threat or not during a zombie apocalypse.”

Bruce snorted. “Well, when you put it that way….”

The two of you walked into the center building, your heart beating faster and faster with each step.

“What’s the setup for this place?” you asked Bruce, trying to distract yourself. “Like, is there a map to know how to get around?”

He snorted. “We kind of had to go along with what was already here. Where we just were serves as the the science lab, a library, kitchen and cafeteria, and we keep some things stored upstairs. The other building is the dorms, that’s where everyone’s rooms are. This….well this one we developed a bit more creative freedom for.”

Before you could ask, you passed a room filled with guns, knives, bows, hatchets, any type of weapon possible.

An arsenal.

“Right through here,” Bruce said, pointing up the stairs, but he didn’t need to provide any more directions. You knew where to go based on the yelling ahead.

“I’m telling you, we can’t trust her! She wasn’t even in camp and she already almost compromised it!” 

You walked into a large office-looking room where six people stood in a circle, which included Sarah and the two men who helped you during the attack, Sam and Clint.

The rest of the group looked at you as Bucky kept going, still unaware. “We either have to lock her up and never let her leave or drop her off somewhere far away that she can’t be a bother to us ever-”

He finally picked up on their discomfort and turned, mouth falling open when his blue eyes met yours as if instinctively gearing up to apologize.

But then it snapped shut and his jaw clenched, gaze hardening.

Bruce lifted a hand in greeting, smiling awkwardly. “We’re here…”

Sam stepped forward.

“Y/n,” he said and you nodded. “As you probably picked up during our less than ideal introduction, I’m Sam.” He pointed to the people along the line. “My sister, Sarah.” Sarah gave you a closed-mouth smile. “That’s Clint, his wife Laura, and that’s Pepper.”

The blond woman you saw before in the garden pressed her lips together and offered a tiny smile.

You mimicked her expression as your eyes swept across the room. “Hello.”

“How is your arm?” Laura asked.

“Hurts less like a bitch than before thanks to Bruce,” you said.

“Should be fully recovered in four to six weeks,” he added.

Sam nodded. “Where you from?”

“Boston,” you replied.

His eyebrows rose. “You’re quite a bit away from home.”

A shrug from your good shoulder. “Didn’t want to deal with shitty winters while fighting for my life-”

“Can we please stop fucking around with the bullshit smalltalk?” Bucky asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We need to know who the hell she is and why the fuck someone followed her all the way to camp.”

“Calm down, Buck,” Sam said sternly, then turned his attention back to you. “I hate to admit it, but he’s right, Y/n. Sarah told you about the shit we recently went through because we trusted the wrong person.” Bucky looked to the ground, fist clenched. “We gotta make sure you’re not putting the people we care about in danger.”

That was when Sam looked at your arms, and the scars and bandages that covered your skin.. 

Danger won’t seem to leave me alone.

You could lie to them, tell them that you didn’t know who that guy was. That there wouldn’t be more people looking for you. You could stay and be protected and maybe have a family again-

“He’s right,” you said, catching Bucky’s eyes as they flashed toward you. “I am a danger, as much as I hate to admit that.”

Sam’s chest rose as he took a deep breath. “Alright then. Talk to us.”

You closed your eyes, willing yourself to tell them the truth.

When you opened them, you stared into Bucky’s stormy blue irises, and began to speak.

“My parents and I were on our own the first two years. We moved from spot to spot, not making camp anywhere in order to avoid walkers, and honestly some humans. Eventually, we ran into a group who called themselves The Eternals.” Bucky rolled his eyes and you snorted. “I know, pompous right?” 

The right corner of his lips definitely didn’t twitch. That was definitely just in your head.

You continued. “They were nice, though, and willing to help. We traveled with them for about a year, their leader Ajak guiding us to some unknown destination. They taught us how to fight, how to defend ourselves against the dead and the living.”

“Months went by, and suddenly we sort of stopped running into other people. It was weird, like we had walked into some wasteland. Then, John Walker showed up.” You paused as rage poured through you, working to regain your composure. Bruce lightly nudged your good arm with his elbow. You turned to him with a closed lip smile then returned your focus to the group.

“John staggered into our temporary camp, appearing bloody and haggard, telling us that we were in danger and needed to leave. That he needed help. Some of us were cautious, not knowing if we could trust him. Things were moving so quickly, we didn’t have a chance to really read him. Ajak and Sersi said we couldn’t just leave him here to die. And that he might be able to lead us to safety. What he actually did was lead us straight into a lair of Hydra.”

All of the air had been sucked out of the room as the people around you gasped. 

Hydra. The group who developed the virus to create an army of undead, starting the apocalypse all those years ago, their greed and hunger for power outweighing anything and everything else.

“It was a total ambush,” you said, fighting the lump in your throat as the scene played within your mind. “We tried to fight, but there were so many of them, with weapons we’d never seen before. Walkers on leashes that they were controlling. The fight was over in minutes.” A tear fell down your cheeks. “My parents were killed, along with everyone else, save for Druig, Sersi, and Thea. We were taken in for ‘testing.’ That’s where I’ve been for the past two years. As you can tell,” you extended your left arm out to show off the visible scars, “They had their fun.”

“What kind of testing?” Bucky asked, his tone less accusatory.

Distant screams buzzed in your ear, your own included in the horrific symphony.

“Trying out different weapons, drugs. Mixing our blood with whatever serum they were playing around with. That’s how they created Runners. And I’m sure there are other horrible things coming our way thanks to those sickos.”

“How did you get out?” Sarah asked.

Because you needed to, not for your sake, but the sake of whatever was left of humankind.

“There was an uprising,” you responded instead. “Someone managed to free a horde of undead within Hydra’s living quarters, causing enough distraction. Many of us were still killed, but a few escaped. We scattered, every person for themself to create more tracks for them to follow.”

“And why are they dead set on getting you back?” Bucky asked.

You clenched your jaw, eyes on the floor. “I don’t know.”

It was annoying how good he was at reading through your- “Bullshit,” he snarled.

“I don’t know,” you snapped back, looking up to glare at him with such ferocity that his eye twitched.

“Bucky…” Pepper interjected. When he looked over at her, she shook her head and you watched his shoulder sag.

“I get that I’m a risk,” you said, looking at Sam. “They might come back for me, I really don’t know. If you want me to leave, I get it. You’ve all been through enough, and built something new here to try to move on. I’m a liability for that.”

Bucky opened his mouth to say something but Sam spoke first.

“No,” was all he said, and both you and Bucky gave him the same confused expression. “All Hydra has done these past five years is break people apart, because they know that makes us weak. We need to stick together.”

“She also knows about their tech,” Clint added softly. “Maybe her and Bruce could work together to try and recreate some of the crazy shit they have.”

You looked to Bruce and his eyes seemed to light up ever so slightly, like he was excited to have a new project to work on.

“It’s up to you, Y/n,” Sam continued, slowly walking up to you. “If you go, we’ll let you go with the trust that you won’t share our location. But if you need help, you can still come and find us.” You bit your bottom lip to keep it from trembling at the kind notion. “If you stay, you’ll be expected to act as a member of camp. You’ll be one of us, put in an equal amount of work as the others. Obviously we’ll slowly ease into that as you heal, but we’ll need you to help with supply runs, camp upkeep, and taking watch shifts.”

Your eyes flickered to Bucky, feeling his piercing gaze. Instead of holding your stare as he usually had, he immediately looked to the ground, shifting uncomfortably as if there was a war waging inside him. Like he no longer knew if he wanted to fight to kick you out or beg you to stay. 

Sam’s voice brought your attention back to him as he continued, “It’s a lot of work, but you’ll be part of our pack. Forever. We will be there for you when you need us, just as we’ll expect you to be there for us.”

You looked across the room once more, searching for validation that you were wanted by these people, and were met with either gentle nods or small smiles.

When you focused back on Bucky, he seemed to feel your gaze and looked up to meet your eyes once more. 

There was no nod, nor smile from him. In fact, there almost seemed to be no expression on his face.

Almost.

But you caught the way his eyes softened, the rage gone from those crystalline irises, replaced with what appeared to be more like a resigned annoyance. When he pressed his lips together in a thin line, you knew that was the best answer you were going to get from the grumpy man.

Sam spoke again. “So, Y/n. What’ll it be?”

Bucky’s eyebrows jumped up for a split second, as if now challenging you. To silently ask if staying would be worth dealing with all of the shit you knew he was going to continue giving you.

Oh, it’s on.

When you turned back to Sam, you smiled.

Chapter 4

[cassiana-on-dark-side]

hii, i’m back!! i’ve been a bit busy haha bc on wednesday, i had to come back to uni (tiny bit of info about myself: i’m from spain and currently study in madrid✨). just imagine me going thru the bus station with my suitcase being heavy af (my arm was so sore lmao) to get another bus to my uni (three hours in total😩💔).

as for my fav PF songs, ummm

• The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn - Lucifer Sam (rog’s bass is bae🥰)

• A Saucerful Of Secrets - Let There Be More Light / Jugband Blues (the debut of david and the farewell of syd, talk about opposites lmao)

• More - Green Is The Colour (i also like A Spanish Piece but it makes me so uncomfy😫)

• Ummagumma - Grantchester Meadows (this is bc my best friend loves it and even tho i’m not a hardcore fan, it gives me good vibes)

• Atom Heart Mother - Summer ‘68 (we have an inside joke between my friends that rick is my biological grandpa and that he wrote this song for my grandma lmfao)

• Meddle - Echoes (i listened to this 4 times in a row during a rough patch and tbh it helped even tho i drove my family insane bc i blasted it)

• Obscured By Clouds - Wot’s… Uh The Deal (another comfort song uwu)

• The Dark Side Of The Moon - Us And Them (another comfort song!!!)

• Wish You Were Here - Wish You Were Here (it was my first PF album and i treasure it even if i don’t talk anymore with the guy who recommended it to me😌)

• Animals - Sheep (this album is my least fav but this song is the only one i can listen without getting bored)

• The Wall - Comfortably Numb / Young Lust / The Trial (my top 3 in no particular order bc i love all of them)

• The Final Cut - The Final Cut (there’s some amazing lyrics there)

• A Momentary Lapse Of Reason - Terminal Frost (bless rick for pulling this out)

• The Division Bell - Wearing The Inside Out (rick’s vocals >>>>>>)

• The Endless River - Things Left Unsaid (this whole album makes me cry lmao)

i think it’s so funny how your fav PF member is davide (i call him this as a joke btw but it’s easier for me to pronounce it like that) and my fav is rog lmao

as for a question… idk maybe do you like any other bands than PF?

~ Your SRS💕💕💕

Hello my dear Santa and sorry for the wait! Wow, Spain: I've been there twice in Barcelona (of course, all Italians go there sooner or later) and Girona. I loved it so much, I would like to go back there sooner or later. Ehehe, if we don't have the same favorite Floyd it's perfect so we can share them better! XD

I also like other mainly rock bands like Queen, Deep Purple, Bon Jovi, Led Zeppelin, Pearl Jam, Guns'n Roses...

What do you usually listen to? And what do you study?

Until next time!