#mcuau

[blasphemyisjustforyou]

can we not tho. i like not seeing mcuau things on my dash :(

ao3 mcu a:aou abo bdsm ot3 hs au pwp

the fact that this is completely understandable and rather descriptive makes me rethink what i’ve done with my life

[issa-me-addy]

Better Than Words (OC x Bucky Barnes) 

Corner’s

PART ONE/?

A/N: HELLO welcome to my chaos. This takes place in an AU after Spiderman: Homecoming where the Avengers have reassembled and the following all live in the Avengers tower: Tony, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda and Vision. Peter Parker’s identity is still intact and he spends his free time training at the Avengers tower under a “Stark internship”. 

also here is my masterlist! 

Word Count: 2261

Warnings: fluff, mild angst, and slow burn 

New city. New apartment. New job. New life. 

Maya was ready, though. After living in her parents house up until her mid 20s, she was beyond prepared to leave and get the change of scenery she’s been craving since middle school. And with everything she did, everybody could see how sure of this she was.

She did everything without hesitation. She said yes to the Midtown School of Science and Technology without even taking the time offered to think about it. She signed the lease to the first studio apartment she found in Manhattan and she started packing the moment she knew the job and the apartment were hers. 

By the beginning of June, Maya had moved everything to New York and was pushing her parents out of her apartment. But of course they insisted on staying. 

“Just one night! I can make you dinner and help you organize the kitchen. We’ll be out of your hair by the morning.” Her mom practically begged, as she was, quite frankly very anxious about the entire move. 

And of course Dad agreed, “I could install your shelves and build your bed frame so you don’t sleep on a mattress on the floor tonight.” 

But Maya needed this. She couldn’t wait another night to fully embrace the reality of her new life. 

“No, it is fine! Really!” Maya was already grabbing her mom’s purse, and fishing her dad’s keys out of the pile of junk on the kitchen counter. “I want you guys on the road before it gets too dark. Just make sure you call me when you get back to Philly!” 

And through bewildered arguments at the daughter’s new found independence, Maya continued to walk them towards the door. She managed to yell over them, and then physically pushed them out of the apartment, “I love you! Drive safe! Dad, make sure to use your turn signals!” 

And like a coming of age film, she closed the door, fixed all the locks, and pressed her back against the door of her studio, her eyes scanning the first thing that was completely and utterly hers. She took a breath and felt excitement like no other started to fill her veins. 

Maya spent the rest of the night fixing the bathroom and then the kitchen. By 3 in the morning she was freshly showered and sitting on the floor of her living room with her back pressed against the couch. She smiled at the cluttered space, a piece of pizza in her hand, and Shrek 2 spinning in the DVD player. 

For the next two weeks Maya spent her days unpacking, arranging, decorating, reading, online shopping, rearranging, and singing at the top of her lungs.

Most afternoons she’d go downstairs to the Corner Cafe that was renting the apartment to her. Maya would sit and work on transfer paperwork, brainstorm potential classroom setups, and draft book lists for the Fall semester. Every now and then she’d make conversation with the barista, a high school student named MJ. Maya would ask about local bookstores, where to get the best Thai food, and eventually about Midtown. They both laughed when they realized they’d probably be spending the school year together. Needless to say, Maya and MJ got along really well. 

-- 

The following Friday afternoon, the Cafe was a bit more crowded. But all the same, Maya sat at her corner table by the pick up counter. She had always gravitated towards this spot, but now it was mostly to chat with MJ when things got slow and to cheer her on during the rushes. And MJ definitely needed a lot of support this shift. 

And then to Maya’s disbelief Natasha Romanoff walked in. 

It was an interesting scenario considering everyone knew who the Avengers were now, but what was far more interesting to Maya was the way no one paid any mind to her presence. She figured it was true what they said about New York: everyone just minded their own business, really. In any case, Maya didn’t feel any strong emotions towards being in the presence of known vigilantes, but she couldn’t help but feel her muscles tense when Natasha stood at the side of her table. 

A few moments passed and before Maya could properly comprehend what she was doing, she opened her mouth. “Would you like to sit?” 

Natasha was taken aback but nodded appreciatively, smiled and pulled the chair opposite to Maya and sat down. “Thanks, stranger.” Natasha’s knees were facing the counter though, an elbow each on the back of her chair and another on the table they were now sharing. 

A handful of moments passed again and Maya let out an exasperated groan after realizing that she, yet again, sent the wrong attachment to her new boss. 

Natasha’s fingers were now rapping rhythmically, against the wooden table top and then she spoke up. “Rough day?” 

Maya was a bit razzled, despite the fact that she was the one that opened up the possibility of a conversation just moments ago. “Uh, yes and no? It's just a new job. It's a bit overwhelming, you know?” 

It was only after the words came out of her mouth that Maya realized she shouldn’t have said her job was overwhelming to a person who fought crime for a living. She bit her tongue and braced herself for a laugh but it didn’t come. 

“You’ll get a hang of it.” It was at this moment that MJ called Natasha’s name out. She stood and pushed in her chair before grabbing the little white baggy off the counter. “Try one of the pastries. I promise it’ll make you feel a bit better; they’re the best in the whole city.” 

Maya gave her a small smile and a nod, “I’ll do that! Have a good night.” 

“You too, Stranger.” Natasha proceeded to pinch the little bag between her teeth, rummaging through her pockets and walking towards the exit 

-- 

In the following weeks, the interactions only became more frequent. It was probably every other day that the two would see each other at Corners. 

At first it was Hellos and Goodbyes but eventually Natasha would sit at the same table with Maya while waiting for her order to be ready, not that it ever took all that long. Before the end of the month, the two exchanged names and Maya was happy to find that Natasha actually preferred to be called Nat. 

Shortly after the proper introductions Nat started to enjoy her pastry at the table with Maya before leaving. 

Very quickly, Maya grew tired of the same courteous conversations and started talking about her new teaching job and Nat helped in large part with all of Maya’s online shopping decisions. Sometimes Maya was afraid of coming off as self centered but she was pretty wary of asking Nat about her life outside of the coffee shop. But, fortunately Nat was much more interested in classroom decor and keeping updated with Maya’s personal challenge of trying every possible drink MJ was willing to make. 

By July, Nat started bringing the other Avengers by for coffee runs. 

Maya immediately hit it off with Steve. After finding out that Maya was a literature teacher, Steve would talk about how reading was his favorite pastime pre-serum and that he’d love to visit the classroom one day. He even geeked about the latte art that MJ would do in the wide mouth mugs for Maya. She and Nat did not miss the opportunity to laugh about this when Steve excused himself to use the bathroom. 

It was peculiar though. Nat would tease that Maya and Steve were a literal match made in heaven. She’d go on about their overlapping interests and how smoothly they got along from the beginning. Maya had to think about it, though. On one hand, Maya thought, who wouldn’t want to be of interest to Captain America himself? 

But alas, Maya was the kind of girl who believed in the kind of love that you felt in your gut. And despite the blush on her cheeks when Nat talked about the two of them, Maya didn’t feel it in her gut. 

Weeks had passed and Maya had grown accustomed to greeting Nat, Steve, Pepper, Sam & Wanda whenever they made their way into Corners. None of them really stopped to chat, except for Nat and Steve, but Maya thought it was still nice to share small smiles and waves with the rest of them. 

In the back of her mind, Maya thought a lot about the rest of the Avengers. She was well aware of Tony Stark and heard things about Vision in passing, but Nat eventually clarified that Tony doesn’t get his own coffee and Vision still doesn’t entirely comprehend the act of food consumption. 

Truly, Maya was most curious about Steve’s best friend, Bucky. Steve did talk about him in passing from time to time but Maya knew to not straightforwardly ask about him. She knew the bare minimum about The Winter Soldier from the Daily Bugle and the tabloids. And knowing that Steve was his best friend, Maya bit her tongue despite all the questions flooding her mind whenever his name came up. 

It was the last week of July when Nat finally brought Bucky to Corners. 

-- 

In Maya’s mind, aside from meeting Nat, Bucky’s introduction was the most memorable. When she thought long and hard about it, it was mostly because of the fact that Bucky’s first impression was distinctly different from the rest of them-- less chirpy, you could say. 

When the two of them walked in, Nat basically made a beeline for Maya’s little table and greeted her right away. 

“Hey, Nat! Pastry or coffee today?” Maya hummed, barely looking up from her laptop. She was intensely focused on finishing a thought about her lesson plan before properly opening herself up to conversation. 

Nat sat to the right of Maya, her back facing the counter. Then, Nat gestured for Bucky to sit in her usual spot, across from Maya. 

“Pastries! I caught ol’ Bucky here snagging some of my extras in the middle of the night, so I decided to let him in on the secret.” 

Maya nodded before properly looking up, “Sounds like quite the racoon to me,” a small smile forming on her face. Then she lifted her eyes from her computer screen and there he was. Maya’s stomach turned in the most peculiar way.  

Bucky had on a hoodie and his hair was tied up in a low ponytail. The hood wasn’t up on his head but instead fluffed up enough to come up around the bottom of his ears and his hands were in his pocket, resting in his lap underneath the table. He seemed hesitant to hold any eye contact with her, which Maya didn’t take offense to, but he did manage to look at her for a moment. 

He gave the smallest acknowledging grin before saying, “Hello, I’m James.” 

Nat was preoccupied during this small moment, busy trying to wave down MJ who was in the middle of pulling a shot of espresso. “MJ! Just the pastries today, but make it a double order, please!” 

Nat turned back to Maya before she could properly introduce herself to Bucky.

“Yeah, he caught me with a jam filled one last week and has been snatching them ever since.” 

Maya smiled at this. “So what? The jig is up? Everyone in the tower knows that tough Natasha Romanoff is obsessed with flakey pastries?” She loved to tease Nat, but some of her joy was being overcome by the tension she was creating in her own mind about even looking at Bucky. 

Hearing him chuckle at her remark did help her muscles ease up though. 

“Ha. Ha,” Nat dully retorted. “The only reason I decided to share my secret with him is because he won’t tell a soul. It’d be much easier for me to gain my dignity back if I got caught, but he would lose most of, if not all of his tough guy credentials.” 

Maya giggled in response before looking straight into Bucky’s eyes and reassuring him, “Don’t worry. Even if you get caught I think Corner’s pastries are well worth losing your street cred.” 

Bucky chuckled and brought his flesh hand up to rub his index finger underneath his nose. “I think you’re right, doll. I’d risk it all for another raspberry one.” 

Maya felt a wave of mixed emotions following Bucky’s response. She felt her skin grow hot after processing the outdated nickname and only hoped that her complexion wasn’t visibly compromised. All the while though, she was glad to have been able to have any kind of conversation with him. 

Fortunately for Maya, she didn’t have to withstand that burning feeling for much longer because MJ called out Nat’s name and she was quick as a cat to grab the little white bags off the counter. 

Nat patted her hand on Maya’s shoulder, not even bothering to sit back down. She looked at Bucky and nodded her head towards the door. “Alright, Maya! We’re out. I’ll see you next time.” 

“Yeah, get back safe,” Maya responded, her hand reached up and patted Nat’s knuckles as Bucky pushed in his chair. “It was nice to meet you, James.” 

“You too, Maya,” and with that, Bucky gave a small wave and pulled his hood up as he and Nat made their way out the door and down the street. 

Maya watched until they were out of sight. 

—

TAGS: @asuperconfusedgirl

[techscyare]

WIP Announcement!

I am currently redoing one of my stories on Wattpad and reformatting it for tumblr it is a Marvel The Avengers story so if you want tagged let me know or join my taglist!

“Somebody once said “No one is truly dead until the ripples they caused fade away.” and I suppose it’s the truth. My name is Avyanna Stark and as my last name indicates I am the youngest child of Howard Stark. And this is the story of my life… and how I died.”

A little about Avyanna Stark

She is the younger sister to Billionaire Genius Playboy Philanthropist Tony Stark 

Shes roughly 26-27 during the battle of New York and was raised by Edwin Jarvis and his wife Anna after the death of Howard and Maria.

She was adopted from Saint Anges Orphanage at the age of 6 by Howard and Maria 

Her Face Claim is Kristen Stewart (Dont come for me please) 

She has a somewhat good relationship with her brother 

Taglist: @another-confused-gay @notreallybeccab

[cassercole]

PETOLLY :: BEGINNING VS. END 

“And no matter how hard you fought, you'd have to live with it. You'd adapt.              Transform.                       Evolve.                          Metamorphosis.”

[heartbreakgoretzka]

➡ FC Bayern players as MCU Characters

| Robert Lewandowski as Loki

[timelordvictoiouspartyof1]

Rules were made.... Ch1

Summary: It had taken everything in her to walk away, but she did. She could ignore a lot but the last time was the last time. Bucky had cheated before but there was always a reason to justify it. As soon as she couldn’t find a reason why, no another excuse to stay, she didn’t.

A/n: This was my first write ever. I’m continuing this series in one shots. #RulesWereMade Slowly, If you have any requests please send them to me and i will write them. Enjoy.  

Words: 1200+

Warnings: Tiny bit of smut. More to come tho. First attempt at writing so please ignore me or leave comments.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader (who I call Maggie, Mags or Magdalene because I don’t like Y/N)

“Just keep walking,” you mumbled under your breath. Eyes still facing forward firmly finally finding a target. You refused to dip your head.  Look down.  Let him or anyone else think you were sulking or any less confident than you had let on.

The truth was it broke you. Maybe it was because you hadn’t been expecting it, your guard was down. You had never imagined that a simple wedding for someone either of you barely knew is the place you would be tested. There you were in casual conversation, suffering through some boring doctor finish his winded story with what you were sure was a sad punch line. Your mouth was tipped up on que to laugh with the crowd when you locked eyes. If that wasn’t bad enough he laughed too.

God you missed his laugh. Your blood ran cold and your whole body locked. You hadn’t seen him in almost 9 months. 8 months and 27 days to be exact. You felt like an addict counting the days. To be honest, you hadn’t figured out if the counting helped or hurt. But he laughed. You got a fix and you were back at the beginning.

You didn’t pull your eyes away. More like you couldn’t pull your eyes away. You felt the breathe catch in your throat as you struggled to free it. He ran his lower lip thru his teeth and held it there. His eyes slowly took in every inch of you. The man standing next to him put out a hand for a shake.

“James Barnes.” He said, trying to conceal shock in his voice. The man seemed to be in his mid-thirties, well dressed, and he spoke with confidence.  “What an honor, sir. I can’t believe you accepted our invitation. We can’t thank you enough for everything you did for my sister. This wedding has been her dream come true and it never would have happened if you hadn’t step in and………” his voice drowned out in your head as Bucky’s lip finally escaped his teeth. His perfect teeth. And you knew what he was thinking.  

Red.  You wore red.

You couldn’t catch your breath as he moaned into your neck. He had pushed you into a random closet just off the main hallway. It was the middle of the day and you were at a ladies lunch where they were honoring Bucky for all the money and work he had put in to getting a new women’s shelter build.  This was the first time he had shown you what it was like when he wasn’t in complete control. Not that the relationship was new by any means. But he grabbed your wrist and pulled you, catching you off guard. You fell into him and he slammed the door shut.

“You shouldn’t have worn red.” Lust had changed the color of his eyes.  He was biting his lips so hard you were waiting to see blood that never appeared. It was a simple red dress. Very reminiscent of the infamous white one Marilyn Monroe had worn. Your hand reached up to cup the back of his neck as he tangled his fingers in your hair pulling at it slightly.

“Kiss me, Bucky.” You smiled into his mouth as you forehead touched his. You laughed a little being flirting “Hurry, before they start looking for us. Let’s go.” You nipped his lip a little then turned, pulling at his hand to leave. He used the hold on he still hand around your wrist to spin you back into him, and he let out a low growl. You loved this side of him. He grabbed your thigh and pulled you up pinning you against the door with his body.

“You really shouldn’t have worn red. I can’t control myself with the way you look right now.” With that he smashed his lips into yours, his tongue piercing through your lips tasting you. You moaned into his kiss. You wrap your legs around his body pulling him that much closer. One of his hands slid up to your core to find that you weren’t wearing any underwear. You never were. He liked that about you. He needed to know how wet you were, that always turned him on. And you stepped up as you always did, absolutely sopping.  He was always aggressive but a handful of times he had taken it a bit too far and you had to put him in his place. Your mind began to race that this was one of those times.

He grabbed at you. Biting and sucking on your skin you could feel him leaving marks already. One hand holding you he reached to undo his pants and free his hardening member. You tried to plead with him, “James…..” the word fell off. God he felt good. “ wait…….we can’t…….Ja” it fell on deaf ears. He pinned you back and lined himself up to enter you. You held in a breath waiting for it to tear into you and he stopped. Dead still not a muscle flinching and he looked you dead in to eyes.

“Is this ok?” he stared into your eyes. You let out the breathe you didn’t know you were holding in and nodded hard.  He must have looked a little startled because he still didn’t move. “Are you sure? You don’t look sure. I love you. I’m not some animal. Not when it comes to you at least. I can stop if you want me to.”

You pulled his hair tighter “Ravage me. I still want to feel this tomorrow.” With that he filled you, pressing his body into you, and keeping a punishing pace. You bit into his shoulder to muffle the sounds.

This dress however. This dress was tight and satin. This dress used as little fabric as possible but still held an elegance enough to wear to a formal outing. It hugged every inch of you perfectly and for Bucky left just enough to the imagination to send it brain into overdrive.  

“So really man we can’t thank you enough.” He clapped his hand on Bucky’s shoulder now giving him a broad smile. “I don’t know how you did it man, but thanks”

That’s when he finally took his eyes off of you for the first time. “Well, I have to say being the boss does have its perks.” He said casually. That’s when you took your chance. Leaning in to excuse yourself with the woman next to you, you walked with a purpose right out the doors and into the hallway. You were headed to the bathroom when you saw Oliver, your target. With as much grace as you could muster you gently linked your arms in his and leaned in to tell him you weren’t feeling well and wanted to leave.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. Excused himself from the conversation and the two of you walked down the hall towards the exit. Against every good thought you had inside of you, you turned to glance behind you. He was standing in the doorway of the hall. Glass in hand. Just watching. Watching you walk away on the arm of another man.

Next Chapter

[artiboi-navarro]

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[queermccoy]

sambucky au >> prince!sam/knight!bucky 

also they train dragons together bc why not??

[send me mcu aus]

[requested by anon]

[themushroomprince03]

Ya know what, frick it, im making an MCU AU and no one can stop me

[bullet-prooflove]

Masterlist - Updated: 22/4/18

Rafael Barba:

Tell Me What You Want

Losing the Battle

Goodnight Sweetheart

Carry On Counselor

Lingerie

Rafael Loves…

Sunday Morning With Rafael

Living With Rafael

Pillow Talk

Mike Dodds:

Mental Health Check

His Brother’s Keeper

Mike Loves…

Sunday Morning With Mike Dodds

Living With Mike Dodds

Casual

Sleeping with the Boss Series - Can be read as stand alone or as part of a series

Part One: Sleeping with the Boss

Ex!Mike Series - Can be read as stand alone or part of a series

Part One: See You Again

Part Two: Expectations

Part Three: Coffee Break

Sonny Carisi:

Sonny Loves…

Living With Sonny

Sundays With Sonny

Carisi At Comic Con

Comfort!Sonny - Can be read as stand alone or part of a series

Part One: Truth

Part Two: Always

Nick Amaro:

Interested!Amaro - Can be read as stand alone or part of a series

Part One: Sweet Dreams

Part Two: Moment

Olivia Benson x Amanda Rollins:

Lullaby

Mike Dodds x Sonny Carisi:

Show Me

Relationship Questions

Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi:

Unwrapped

Relationship Questions

Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi x Mike Dodds:

Three In The Bed

Rafael Barba x Trevor Langan

Relationship Questions

First Kiss

Reckless

Coming Clean

Divorce Papers

Asks:

Unknown Love HC - Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi

Mental Health HC - Rafael Barba

Squad Finding Out You’re Dating Mike Dodds - Mike Dodds

Dating Chief Dodds - William Dodds

Finding Out You’re Parents Were Serial Killers - Mike Dodds, Nick Amaro, William Dodds

Dealing With A Seizure - Rafael Barba, Sonny Carisi

Strung Out Friend - Rafael Barba, Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds Dating a Grad Student - Mike Dodds

Sonny Notices Bruises - Sonny Carisi

Playlists:

Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds

Fics:

All In - Rafael Barba x OC:

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen, Chapter Sixteen, Chapter Seventeen, Chapter Eighteen, Chapter Nineteen, 

Chicago PD

HCs & Imagines

Sunday Mornings With Mouse - Greg Gerwitz

Mouse & His Sobriety - Greg Gerwitz

Mouse On Reading - Greg Gerwitz

Living With Mouse - Greg Gerwitz

Married To Mouse - Greg Gerwitz

Nightly Routine With Mouse - Greg Gerwitz

Waking Up With Antonio Dawson - Antonio Dawson

Ringside - Al Olinsky

PTSD!Mouse - Can be read as stand alone or part of a series

Part One: Night Terrors - Greg Gerwitz

Part Two: Making Plans - Greg Gerwitz

Part Three: Reflection - Jay Halstead

Part Four: Coming Clean - Greg Gerwitz

Part Five: No Pressure - Greg Gerwitz

Part Six: Self Care - Greg Gerwitz

Asks:

Honeymoon With Mouse - Greg Gerwitz

Friday Nights With Mouse -  Greg Gerwitz

Working in Tech With Mouse - Greg Gerwitz

Dating Mouse and Being Jay’s Sister - Greg Gerwitz

Aggressive Guy In A Bar - Greg Gerwitz

Fics:

Million Reasons - Antonio Dawson x OC

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, 

CSI: Miami

Asks:

Horatio Caine’s Daughter - Horatio Caine

Criminal Minds

HCs

Living With Spencer Reid - Spencer Reid

Dating Spencer Reid - Spencer Reid

Living With Luke Alvez - Luke Alvez

Luke Alvez Proposes - Luke Alvez

Grey’s Anatomy

HCs

Owen Loves… - Owen Hunt

CSI: NY

Fics:

Complicated - Don Flack x OC

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven,

MCU

AU!Bucky - Can be read as stand alone or as a series

Part One: Touch - Bucky Barnes

Part Two: Lucky - Bucky Barnes

[thenihilistofthevoid]

The Archer and The Warlock

(A starter for @strongindependentmen, using his Francis Barton Muse. I’m an awakward potato so this is my hello I guess? You can learn more about Saburo here: http://thenihilistofthevoid.tumblr.com/MCUAU For this starter I’m probably going to go with my Scarlet Rage verse which might switch to Red Heroism if Francis can get Saburo to join the good guys.) Saburo glared at the anti-mutant protestors. Humanity First was the organization, their splinter cell was responsible for the terrorist attacks in Hinamizawa, a remote village in Northern Japan where Saburo was born and raised, a mutant paradise. Their splinter cell exterminated his parents and most mutants in the village before HYDRA drove them off and abducted the survivors for experimentation, Saburo was the only one who survived by clinging onto the hatred he felt which consumed him, his psychokinetic powers had just grown in strength to the point where even their Winter Soldier was no match for him, how could the man with the metal arm resist a child who could put him into a coma with a single thought? He found Magneto’s words comforting, mutantkind was destined to inherit this Earth. With their united powers, mutantkind would be the cure to the sickness of the planet that was humanity. They would end the good times for the bad people and make sure only their race survived. He wanted to be a part of his Brotherhood, to do more than just anti-human vigilantism on his own. He quickly leapt over the barrier and used his abilities to render the officer who certainly had something to say about Saburo’s behaviour unconscious. The protestors saw this and went wild, igniting the metaphorical fuel Saburo had poured just as predict as they began throwing bricks and glass bottles at him, none of the projectiles so much as scratching the Scarlet Warlock due to his telekinetic shield. “My turn.” He said coldly, ripping chunks of concrete off nearby buildings and out the road, pelting and crushing the protesters with them as he laughed out of sadistic joy more than anything. “RUN!” He screamed, chasing after them with malice in his eyes.

[issa-me-addy]

Better Than Words (OC x Bucky Barnes)

Room #234 

PART TWO/? 

A/N: HELLO, so funny story I fell into a very long depressive episode and forgot that I had started posting a fic but I will be posting several chapters within the next few days just.... cos here is the link to PART ONE! And a kind reminder that this takes place in an AU after Spiderman: Homecoming where the Avengers have reassembled and the following all live in the Avengers tower: Tony, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda & Vision. Peter Parker’s identity is still in tact and he spends his free time training at the Avengers tower under a “Stark internship”.

also here is my masterlist!

Word Count: 2073

Warnings: fluff, mild angst, and slow burn 

It had taken nearly a week for Maya to stop over analyzing whether she made a weird impression when she met Bucky, and it was August now. She had to clear her mind to polish up her lesson plans and start worrying more about getting her classroom ready for September. 

She had always had a vision of what her classroom would look like, ever since she decided that she wanted to teach. This ideal classroom included filled bookcases, walls covered up and down with art and references to her favorite books and characters, both classic and contemporary. Every person Maya opened her mouth to in the past several months knew just how excited she was about this classroom. 

Maya was practically itching to talk about it and luckily for her, Nat came in the day that she got the keys to her classroom. 

She found herself waving Nat down as soon as she walked in through the door. Maya didn’t even wait for her to take a seat before opening her mouth. “So I’ve been hoarding a lot of stuff for the new classroom--” 

Nat laughed. “Yeah, I helped you pick out more than half of it.” 

Maya stopped in her tracks and slapped on a comical pout. “Nat… You know it’s for the children…” 

“Yeah, of course. For the children,” she smiled back to Maya, only pausing to talk to MJ, letting her know she just wanted her usual coffee and pastry. 

Maya grinned from ear to ear, waiting for Nat’s shoulders to square back to her’s. “Anyways! I got my keys today and I was thinking, well-- Now, I know that this is kind of, you know… our spot, BUT I was wondering if you were free for the rest of the day? I was thinking, we could, maybe, caffeinate and you could help me move everything into my new classroom, maybe?” 

Maya knew asking this was a bit of a longshot, hence all the rambling. It was never verbally spoken, but she knew that Nat, Steve and everyone from Avengers’ tower knew not to make real connections outside of their small circle. And Maya wasn’t stupid by any means, she knew that it made sense. She always thought about it long and hard, understanding that getting close to anyone who wasn’t super human, anyone that wasn’t capable of truly defending themselves was, in a way, selfish of them. Maya continued to make arguments in her head about how Nat wouldn’t have let herself get close to her, and that she wouldn’t joke about her and Steve if that was really the case. This only confused her more if anything, but nonetheless, she kept her fingers crossed because she genuinely considered Nat to be her friend. 

Nat paused for a moment, and Maya could see her genuinely weighing out her options as Nat’s head tilted back and forth. Then, her head dropped between her shoulders and her hand came up to rub the back of her neck. “You know what? Yeah. I just had some training scheduled with Steve but moving things is a work out, right? Actually, should I ask him if he wants to help us out?” 

Maya exhaled a bit and took a moment to process her answer-- in the end she couldn’t help but smile. “Yes! Oh my God, thank you! And, yeah, I was going to ask if he could help anyways because I have some heavy furniture that I need to be brought into my classroom. The chair and desk that the school left for me just don’t make the cut you know?” She was still rambling, but more so because of her excitement than her anxiety now. “And with his help, we can knock it all out sooner! As thanks, maybe I can make you guys dinner tonight? Or another night?” 

Her friend couldn’t help but laugh a bit at her ability to get so many words out in one breath. Before responding, Nat pulled out her phone. “Hold on. Let me call Steve first.” 

Nat was on the phone for maybe a minute, only pausing to confirm which school. 

“Midtown Sci and Tech. It’s in Queens,” Maya grinned, only getting more and more excited by the minute. 

Nat nodded, “Midtown Tech… Yeah, in Queens… Yeah, I’m sure that’s fine! Also, steal Happy’s SUV-- there’s some furniture you’ll be moving�� Awesome, see you in a bit.” Then a click and the phone call ended. 

“Steve said Bucky’s coming along. I hope you don’t mind.” 

Maya’s brain nearly short circuited. It’s not that she minded but she felt a bit blind sided, especially having only met him once prior for less than the duration of a commercial break. 

Despite this she reminded herself to smile. “Oh! Oh yeah, that’s fine! I guess I need all the help that I can get.” 

MJ called out Nat’s name, leaving her coffee and pastry on the counter. 

Nat stood up and grabbed her order, simultaneously asking, “Do you want to get another coffee before we start loading stuff up? The guys won’t be here for 20 minutes probably. Steve has to choose between two dozen different white t-shirts.” 

They both laughed. 

“No thanks, we can just head up now. I have a few last minute things to pack before we start loading the cars. Thanks again, Nat. I really do appreciate it.” 

“It’s no problem. Lead the way!” And with that, Maya and Nat made their way out of the coffee shop and directly into the door to the left of the cafe entrance, which opened up to a staircase that led directly to Maya’s front door. 

-- 

The two girls spent the next 20 minutes packing up the last couple of boxes and were already loading a few into Maya’s car by the time Steve and Bucky pulled into the spot right behind Maya’s blue Toyota. 

“Hey, short stack,” Steve greeted Maya, holding the door open for her and Nat to walk back up to the apartment. 

“Sup, gramps,” Maya teased, stepping through the door, closely followed by Nat, then Steve, then Bucky. 

Once they got up the stairs, it was Maya that held the door open for everyone to file in. As they did, she realized just how small it was. The mere height and broadness of Steve and Bucky made the previously vast space feel tiny very suddenly. 

The studio was made up of one large rectangle and a door that led to the bathroom. 

As you walked in through the door, the kitchen appeared to the left. You could only see where it ended distinctly because of the dining table, which was scattered with filing boxes overflowing with books that Maya had been hoarding nearly her entire life. 

Past the dining table was the entertainment stand, which was really just a short, long bookshelf where she stored her personal books, movies and CD collection. It was also home to a dozen or so personal journals that Maya refused to leave at her parents’ house out of sheer paranoia. 

Opposite to the television was an old leather couch and a small, pale wooden coffee table sat in between the two. Both the couch and coffee table were stacked with more books and a few more boxes dedicated to student freebies, desk supplies, as well as classroom decorations. And leaning against the wall were the boxes holding all the unassembled furniture Maya previously made the UPS man haul up the stairs similarly to the way she was going to make Steve and Bucky lug them back down. 

Just to the right of the television was the door to the bathroom and to the right of that was a massive wooden wardrobe. Across from the wardrobe sat Maya’s full sized bed, which looked mighty comfortable with the abundance of pillows alongside a questionable amount of stuffed animals for a fully grown and independent woman. 

The desk was a hybrid nightstand, as it was pressed up against the wall and sandwiched between the bed and the couch. And as for the walls, miscellaneous things were hanging up and a photo collage above the desk was in the works. 

Maya had to take a moment to understand how her apartment would look from a newcomers perspective for the first time and she grew a little embarrassed. After taking a breath she internally hoped that they wouldn’t make any comments about the state of her living space.

Steve and Bucky took this time to look around for themselves. 

And Steve was quite impressed. “Nice set up! Is it just you?” 

“Yup! Just me! I was thinking about getting a cat or something. I had a lot of pets growing up and just having the company would be really nice.”

A smile was almost immediately slapped across Steve’s face, “Ooooohhhh! There’s a great adoption place Bucky and I have volunteered at. It’s not far from here, actually. We can bring you another time, huh Buck?” 

Bucky nodded, hands shoved in his pockets, “Yeah. We could do that.” 

Maya took this moment to finally greet Bucky, “Yeah, that’d be great actually! Also, thank you James, for coming to help.” 

Her words were short and sweet because she barely let him get out a nod and a ‘No problem’ before giving directions. 

“Okay, if you guys could take all the big furniture and bigger boxes of books on the couch to the SUV, that would be amazing! Nat and I will handle the rest of the stuff in the kitchen and the smaller boxes on the couch. Then, we’ll head to Midtown.” 

After brief nods the guys got to work right away and Nat grabbed another one of the boxes cluttering the dining table before making her way downstairs again. 

It only really took fifteen minutes for the four of them to finish packing up the cars. This mostly had to do with the fact that Bucky and Steve didn’t need help lugging boxes of books down the stairs. Nor did they need breaks after several times up and down the stairs, unlike Maya. 

Once the boxes all trickled out, Maya smiled at the cleaner state of her apartment. After a moment she grabbed the building and classroom keys out of her desk drawer, double checked her bag and did some last minute grabs. Half a dozen locks later, she’s meeting the other three downstairs by the cars. 

“You guys know how to get there right?” Maya asked Steve before thinking long and hard about whether she’d forgotten anything. 

He nodded before pushing the button to close the trunk to the SUV. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure. We’ll be right behind you anyways.” 

“Aw, no racing?” Nat taunts him. 

“Not like you stand a chance,” Bucky retorts. 

“Is that so, James?” Maya asks, mostly joking. She realizes, quickly though, that her competitive side is what gives her the courage to speak to Bucky in such a tone. 

“It’s not even a question, sweetheart.” Bucky laughs, before patting the top of her car’s hood. “Let’s just get a move on, yeah?” 

“They just know they would have lost,” Nat sneers before climbing into the passenger seat of Maya’s car. 

-- 

It’s on the drive there that Nat directly asks Maya about her potential relationship with Steve: “Are you sure? You wouldn’t even give poor Stevie a chance?” 

Maya can’t help but blush in response. “It’s not Steve. I would be interested, yeah but-- I don’t know. I don’t feel anything romantic for Steve for whatever reason. I mean, he’s great! And I love being around him, but I just feel like he’s a great best friend, good brother type. You know?” 

Nat huffed a bit. “I just think that you guys would be great together. You already get along so well and have a lot in common. It just feels really obvious to me.” 

“Sometimes the obvious path isn’t always the right one.” 

“Did you just quote a Pixar film to me?” 

“Nat you realize that you didn’t even skip a beat; you knew exactly what I was quoting.” 

“Oh hush, Steve’s the one that made me watch it!” 

“In any case, don’t get your hopes up. OR Steve’s! I don’t want things to be weird with him just because you think we’re cute together.” 

Nat can’t help but roll her eyes. “Just keep an open mind, yeah?” 

Maya presses her lips together and nods. “Of course.” 

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REALITY IN MOTION :: Q “SUIT” PROCTOR

he knew nat didn’t mean anything by the nickname, but it brought back memories he wished so badly to forget. q’s pantsuits were a part of her, one of her defining traits really. he just as much fell in love with them as he had fallen in love with her. 

besides the memories that were tinged gray with sadness, the casual mention of the endearing, yet almost teasing nickname caused a sour taste to form in steve’s mouth. something he hadn’t tasted since bucky fell off the train.

like if heartbreak had a flavor. 

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Rules were made.... Ch2

Summary: It had taken everything in her to walk away, but she did. She could ignore a lot but the last time was the last time. Bucky had cheated before but there was always a reason to justify it. As soon as she couldn’t find a reason why, no, another excuse to stay, she didn’t.

Words: 3600+

Warnings: Nothing much. Light female masturbation

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader (who I call Maggie, Mags or Magdalene because I don’t like Y/N)

Previous Chapter

You said nothing in to car. A few hmm’s and uh huh’s to keep the conversation going as Oliver carried the load talking about how he had enjoyed the wedding and the people he had spoken to. Oliver was a doctor and he took every opportunity to network. You did a bit of the same thing but not for business. You were just social, you had never met a stranger in your life.  You treated every one and every conversation like a friend.  But he was sweet. He didn’t press you and took your words at face value when you said you didn’t feel well.

As you pulled into the parking garage he squeezed your hand. “Why don’t you go take a hot shower and I’ll make you some hot tea.” He pulled into the garage and put the car in park. He turned his body to face yours and brushed the back of his hand on your cheek and looked into your eyes. “Is there anything else you need?”

He was perfect.  He always said the right thing and did the right thing. He was 6’2��� and muscular. Worked out more than anyone with his work schedule should allow. Dark blonde hair, chiseled biceps, and just the right amount of scruff. Like, all the time. Not too short, not too long.  It was almost Disney prince status perfection. He was witty, and kind. She should tell him to stay.  Maybe invite him into the shower. Wrap your body around him in the bed and make him stay all night.

“I would love soup. From that ramen place down on 3rd. I know it’s a little far. And I’m not even sure I’ll want it by the time You get back. I don’t know.” You hesitated as your voice trailed off and your eyes fell to look at the center console.

“At last you’re honest.” He smirked, and god was it sexy. “I don’t mind, really, even if you don’t eat it. Its less than 20 minutes away and I want to call and check on my mom. She hasn’t been feeling well the last day or two. I hope you’re not catching what she has. She hasn’t left the bed.” He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “Go take your shower and I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

You smiled slightly and got out the car. Shutting the door you blow him a kiss through the window before walking over to the elevator. You let out a long breath after the doors closed. Why were you letting him affect you like this? He didn’t even speak to you. You left. You were in control and you walked away the way you wanted to, like a boss. But, god! the way he looked at you. Like he could taste you. Like every inappropriate though in the world was running through his head. At least half of those thought were provided by you and the nasty things you were thinking about him.

NO! Stop thinking about him. You unlocked the door to your loft and walked towards the bedroom starting to undress. Rules were made. Well Dua Lipa made rules which you played on repeat for months after you finally broke it off for good. You walked into the bathroom and turned on your iPod. It was childish you knew but it really had helped you stay strong when you left. I mean everyone had a break up song right? You remembered when you mom divorced your dad and she listened to Cher’s Life After Love on repeat all day every day for almost a year.  You turned the shower on and it misted up the bathroom.  There was a very high tech shower system in your apartment. Spa features, 4 shower heads, diffuser, a bench, it doubled as a sauna. You turned the setting to steam the room as you finished undressing and the music started.

You step in singing along. “One.  Don’t pick up the phone you know he’s only calling cause he’s drunk and alone. Two. Don’t let him in you’ll have to kick him out again. Three don’t be his friend….” Your mind started to wander. Trying not to think about him AND singing about him gave you zero results.

You rushed out the coffee shop with your tea, yoga mat under your arm, turning, trying to get out the door.  You got this. Fifteen minutes till your new yoga class started. You were new to this side of town but excited. You had moved out of your parents’ house and were on your own. Sure you let them pay for your new place but it was all yours on the other side of town. They had money. Crime money. It used to bother you when you were younger but the more you grew up and saw some of the good that could come from it, it didn’t bother you so much. You weren’t really a part of that world anyway. You had gone to school with other kids from the same types of families and they were in and out of the house from time to time. Other than that you were completely detached from all of it, except accepting the money of course.

You ran into a chair and when you looked up to put it back and apologize you saw a familiar face from high school.

“JAMES!” you practically squealed, you voice coming out much louder than you intended. “Oh my gosh. How have you been? I haven’t seen you in years. Well, 6 years to be exact. Maybe less, I think we saw each other a couple times after graduation.” Your smile was big. You always got more excited than you intended when things like this happened. Well really when anything happened that you liked. It was hard for you to keep it on the inside. It was one of the things you didn’t really like about yourself. You came on too strong and not everyone liked that.

He just stayed sitting at the table looking up at you and you just kept talking. He opened his mouth invite you to stay. “Do you want t-“

“Do you live over here? I just moved to this side of town. That’s so weird to find you here.” Your yoga mat unrolled under your arm. You looked down at it. “uh! I feel like such a klutz lately.” You laughed and set your drink down to roll you mat back up, that’s when you looked down at your watch.

“Crap. Hey I gotta go. I have a yoga class starting in like 5 minutes. It was so great seeing you. Text me and we can get together. I don’t have much going on since I’m new around here just yoga every Monday Wednesday and Friday, but I can’t wait to catch up. You leaned in and kissed his cheek as you rushed off.

You got set up and started in your yoga class and when you were letting your mind wander you thought about the conversation you just had. You had always thought James was cute in high school but damn growing up looked good on him. And you spazzed out. Of course you did. AND you told him to text you, as if he still had your number. Had he ever had your number? What. A. Dork.

You smiled at yourself. Pressed your hands on the tile and leaning in until your forehead touched the cool ceramic as the hot water ran over your body. The song had changed. Thank god. That song was torture at this point. You grabbed your loofa and added soap. You started rubbing it against your skin running it over your arms and down you breast stimulating your nipples. You closed your eyes and Bucky’s body flashed into your thoughts. His chest. You bit your lower lip and kept running the soap over your body, up and down your legs as his arms flashed into your brain. One flesh and toned and large; the other shaped the same but metal. A moan slipped out of your mouth as you dropped the loofa when fingers found your clit and you began rubbing in rhythmic stride. Your body fell back onto the wall and tensed arching your back when the cold tile hit flesh. Your free hand ran up the side of your body and groped your breast pulling at your nipple to make it hard again as you quickened you pace. Fuck you missed him. His arms around you, in your hair pulling it. The way he smiled into a kiss with you. Your ass ached to feel him smack it while he drove into you endlessly. The way his eyes bore into you when he was on top. The feel of his metal hand fingering you. Your orgasm tipped over the edge and your legs locked as you rode it out slowing your pace as you finished.

The shower was hot. Much hotter than it had been minutes ago. Almost all of the soap had been washed off your body. You turned the faucet cooler and started rinsing the conditioner out of your hair when Oliver stepped into the bathroom.

“Hey baby I’m back. Did you still want this soup or should I put it in the fridge?”

“Leave it out. I’m getting out now and I’m ravenous.” You stepped out of the shower and put a towel around you. Oliver’s arm found their way around your body too and he ran his hand up and down your back pulling you into him and kissing the top of your head.

“I was worried about you. You never get sick suddenly like that. You sure everything’s ok? Did the shower help?”

You kept your arms tucked to your chest and let him keep holding you without hugging back. You loved being held more than holding back. “Yeah baby. I think I’m a lot better now, just hungry.” You looked up, wrapped a hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

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Bucky climbed into his car alone. He had come alone, why wouldn’t he leave alone. He had been alone for months now. He had gone to this wedding knowing, no hoping, you would be there too. When he agreed to help one of his “business partner’s” niece secure “the wedding venue she had dreamed of her whole life”. The name had rung bell and he hoped it was because she was friend or at least acquaintance of yours and that you would be there. It was thin, he knew, but he had stopped calling and texting when you hadn’t once responded that way. You quit your yoga class and didn’t go to your favorite coffee shop. With that he had run out of excuses to get himself in front of you. He used the excuse of a head count for the owner to get a look at the guest list. That’s when he found your name with a verified plus one after it.

He had stressed for over a week what to wear. He felt like a girl in a bad teen romcom. He asked the shop girl several times how he looked and insisted she bring three other sales women over to verify what she stated, that he had chosen the best one and it fit his body perfectly, (“and that he looked tasty enough to eat” one had whispered walking away with a giggle).

He showed up late so that you wouldn’t be able to see him before he was ready. He heard you laugh the second he walked in the room. He swallowed hard and it hurt moving down his throat but he put one foot in front of the other and moved toward you. He still couldn’t figure out what he was going to say to you once he closed in. Luckily someone was in the middle of a story so he seamlessly moved into the crowd of people listening, directly across from you. He stepped in the circle and saw all of you for the first time and his body forgot to keep breathing. When his body did catch up to his brain and start working correctly again it was just in time to answer some gushing fan. He was still at a loss of what to say to you when he turned to you but it didn’t matter you never gave him a chance to speak when you walked off wordlessly.

He excused himself quickly and moved at a steady pace trying to catch up to you without drawing attention to himself by running. By the time he got to the door you were already down the hall wrapping your arm into another man’s arm, whispering in his ear, and walking away. His stare pressed on, soaking up every second of you that he could put his eyes on. Then, you turned, locked eyes with him briefly, to make sure he was looking, then kept walking on. “Yes!” he mumbled under his breathe like a middle school boy and grinned as he turned to walk to his car.  It was still early in the night so he went to the one place he always went to when he wanted to escape these days, the coffee shop.

It was barely autumn and the weather hadn’t turned yet. He walked in and the girl behind the count smiled at his presence and simply asked, “Hot or cold tonight, Mr. Barnes?’

He leaned on the counter and looked outside at all the empty tables, let out a deep breathe, unclenched his lips and turned back to the girl. “Hot I guess, but I’ll sit inside. And I’ve told you to call me Bucky. And darling, that’s not an offer I extend to many people so you should feel privileged.” He added with a lighthearted grin and winked when she handed him his coffee, a vanilla single shot latte, because it was late. “Thanks doll, you know me so well.” he smiled again as he paid her with a fifty and walked over to the lounge chair in the corner, not looking back once. He was always such a flirt, especially when you were on his mind.

He pulled the paper back copy of The Once and Future King out of his back pocket, sat down, and stared at the pages, sipping his latte. He wanted to read, even though he had read this particular book more than a dozen time. He wanted to read because that had always been his escape. In school or when he could stand the things that went on in his house. When he was at war, and constantly in the hospital after he lost his arm in an explosion. And when his father had asked him, begged him, to take over the business when he got sick.

He did it the right way. His father really was a fair man. He had given him plenty of time to think it over. Given him options if he didn’t want to. Told him his desires but never forced them on him. No, in the end it had been Bucky’s decision to step up and be the head of it all. He stared out into the court yard in front the coffee shop and thought of that day.

His dad looked bad that morning. He called him into the office he had at the house mid-morning. When Bucky walked in he was in the middle of a coughing fit that had turned his face a reddish grey, but he waved Bucky in and gestured for him to sit down. He quickly stepped into the adjacent bathroom to wipe his mouth and was back out again.

“James.” He said but it sounded nothing like the voice that had been calling on him for over 20 years. He closed his eyes briefly and let out a long sigh. “I hate to bother you again and I know I said I would give you time but sitting behind this desk and dealing with all off these……things.” He waved his hands over the papers on his desk. “It tires me out more than I let on. I fought most of my life to get to the top and here I am, but I’m done and I’m tired and I need to know if it’s not going to be you, I need to figure out who.”

Bucky sank his head. If you had asked him growing up if he ever wanted to take up the head of the family he would not hesitate to tell you no. He was smart enough. He had a low enough moral compass to not be guilted by the deeds he would have to partake in. He was tough and after what he had seen and done overseas he had enough cruelty in him to withstand almost anything. What he didn’t have was a passion for it. For any of it, or anything really. That’s why he ran off and joined the war. He knew it was cliche but getting out was the only way of getting away from it. It had changed him though, in ways he hadn’t expected. Being a part of a team. Men he had never met before and trusting them with his life and theirs to him. It built in him the sense of family that his father had always gone on and on about and that he had never understood.

“Yes, sir. I understand.” He lifted his head to meet his father’s eyes. “Give me three more days. I will have an answer for you before Thursday.”

His father opened his mouth to answer but started coughing again. He held a handkerchief to his mouth and nodded his head as he used his hand to shoo Bucky out of the room. Bucky closed the door behind himself. He ran up to his room, grabbed a book and left the house.

He drove for a long while to the other side of town. He wanted to think, really think without any interruptions or anyone noticing him. He found a small coffee shop with some tables outside a few blocks off the main street with little foot traffic. He ordered a latte and went outside to read. He hadn’t been reading for ten minutes when a clumsy girl ran into the chair opposite of him.

By the time he looked up she was already apologizing and rambling on when he recognized her face the same time she did his. When he opened his mouth to answer one of her questions she just kept talking, somewhat louder than necessary. He remembered her from high school.  She was beautiful then but no words came to him that would do justice in discribing her beauty. In a word she was absolutely breath taking. Like literally. All he could think was it was a good thing she never shut up because he had no words in return. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was right then. Maybe she would stay if he did. And if she stayed then he could keep her and look at her always and with perfect beauty next to him always he could never go down a dark path. “Say it stupid. But be a man about it. Smooth and confident.” He mind was working over time trying to listen to you and get his own brain to make words good and fix his face so that he looked handsome. He finally opened to mouth to let the words out when he heard you telling him to text him and kissed him on the cheek as you rushed away.

He sat there dumbfounded staring in your direction slightly heartbroken because he knew he didn’t have your phone number. Why would he? What were you thinking just walking away? He shook his head and laughed out loud a little. Only a creeper would have kept your number after 6 years.

His eyes burned when he finally blinked. How long had he kept them open? He looked over at the barista wiping off the table next to him.

“How’s your book?’ she asked with a smile.

“I’ve read it before, but good.”

“I know. Well, I know that you’ve read it before. Not if it’s good, I’ve never read it. Maybe you could read some to me some time.” She smiled deeply at him then bit her own lip, looking at him hopefully.

“Maybe some other time darlin’. But not tonight.” He stood up and walked past her brushing her arm. “Thanks again.” And he winked at her before he walked out the door. This was always how it started. Some young cute girl would flirt with him and he wouldn’t shut it down. Then they would try harder and he liked the attention. He was confident in who he was but something broken in him craved the attention of strangers. Then he would have a bad run with things at work or something would fall through and he would rush into whatever desperate girl he was stringing along at the time and fuck her loose then never return or see her again. It was sick and anonymous and somehow you always found out. But right now he was trying to get you back. He should walk right back into the shop and tell the girl it was never going to happen but he just kept walking to his car. Hard as a rock by the time he got there.

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