#or somewhere and brought him back to the barn to treat him before realising he definitely wasn't human

[theheartchoice]

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The House Guest 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary: an old acquaintance calls in a favour, leaving you with an unexpected house guest.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“When I said I owed you,” you whisper and look over your shoulder. 

“Talk as quiet as you want, he’s got super hearing. Can’t even squeak out a silent but deadly with this guy,” Sam chuckles. 

“Wow, that’s gross,” you crinkle your nose. 

“I can be a nasty boy.” 

“Not better,” you give him an apprehensive look as you face him. “I saw him on the news.” 

“Hey, I was there too,” Sam chirps. 

“I know that but...” 

“He got a bit trigger happy. We’re just waiting for things to blow over. He needs a calming personality.” 

“So not you,” you retort. 

“No, not me. I’m into choking but not by him,” he snickers. 

“I can hear you,” the man leaning on the car hood snaps back as the sucker in his mouth hits his teeth. 

“Oh, I know,” Sam shoots a finger gun in his direction. “Also, he’s giving up smoking so he’s a bit testy.” 

“No, I spent eight hours in a car with you so I’m pissed off,” the grumbly sidekick hurls back. 

You look between them. Sam Wilson, the new Cap, superhero, avengers, comedian, and Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, assassin, and... mystery. You should refuse. You owe him but that much? A near-fugitive in your house? 

“Sam, I don’t exactly got a guest room,” you cross your arms. 

“Look, if the dame don’t wanna take me, don’t twist her arm,” Bucky sneers and bites into the sucker, scraping the stick with his teeth. “I can figure myself out.” 

“That’s what you said before the explosion. I’m not falling for it again, man,” Sam shoots back and shakes his head. He puts his hands on his hips and faces you. “You’re not just doing a service to me, but to America.” 

“Yes, okay, but this is Canada.” 

His eyes drift in realisation and his lashes flutter, “right, but we’re allies.” He looks at you again and smiles, “I thought Canadians were nice.” 

You roll your eyes. “Goddamnit. Fine.” 

“Like I said,” Bucky approaches, “I can go somewhere else. I don’t wanna be a burden.” 

“It’s not you,” you assure him. “There isn’t much space, that’s all. If you’re fine with that, so am I.” 

“I told him, it’s not a big deal,” Bucky huffs. “But he insists.” 

“I have to insist. I’m the Captain now.” 

“You keep saying,” he turns on Sam. “So why don’t you get that shield and we’ll see if you’re really up to that title.” 

“Alright, alright,” you step between them. You’re not a fan of conflict. Sam knows that and that’s why he brought him here. “No need to argue. You got a couch,” you look at Bucky then turn to the other man, “and you have a long ride home.” 

“Wait, you’re kicking me out?” Sam says. 

“If you stay any longer, I won’t stop him. I said he could stay, I said nothing about mediating whatever this is,” you wiggle your finger between them. 

Bucky snorts. He’s just as bad as Sam. They seem to only know how to goad the other.  

“Fair. I mean, you don’t want this guy getting any grumpier. He’s already such a treat,” Sam smirks. 

“Enough, I just told you,” you wag your index at him. “Well, nice to meet ya,” you turn and offer your hand to Bucky, “welcome to Canada.” 

“Thanks,” he says, though you can sense him staring down the other man. 

“Sam, have a safe trip. You need water or anything for the road?” You offer over your shoulder. 

“Nah, I think I’m good. A nice ride home alone. With good music. Think I’m set.” He cackles. 

“You wouldn’t know good music if it shot you in the face,” Bucky growls. 

“Dude, go get your bag out of my car,” Sam snips. “Good riddance, is what I say.” 

“Drive safe,” you shake your head as you walk toward the house. “I was in the middle of something.” 

You climb the porch steps and leave the inner door open as the screen door snaps shut behind you. Out of sight, you stop to shake off the adrenaline. You only realise then how the unexpected rival stirred you up. You weren’t ready for Sam but especially not a houseguest. Still, the only reason you have this place is because of that man. You can do this. 

You take a breath and go back to the kitchen. If Sam trusts Bucky, you can too. You’re not one to welcome in strangers, especially men, but this is different. And even if he asked, it wasn’t much of a choice. 

You wash your hands and dry them before pushing your sleeves back up. The striped button-up isn’t exactly your Sunday best. You add breadcrumbs to the bowl of raw beef as you hear footsteps on the porch. The door opens slowly and gently hits the frame. You listen to your guest as he sighs in the entryway. 

The house is small. One-floor, a single bedroom, a bathroom, a living room and a kitchen with a small dining table that doubles as your workspace. It isn’t much, but it’s yours. And it’s history. Your family’s. 

You sense him hovering just outside the doorway. You glance behind yourself and hang your hands over the brim of the bowl. You still need to chop the veggies but that can wait. It isn’t his fault Sam decided this would be the balance in the scales. 

“Let me show you around.” You cross the kitchen as he peers through.  

His beard is dark, his hair overgrown and pushed back behind his ears, and tugs at the bottom of his denim jacket. He looks skittish as you approach. He has a duffel bag in his hand. 

“Look, sorry if I came off short. You know how Sam can be,” you say. 

“I do. He assumes a lot,” he mutters. 

“Sure does. So, like I said, it’s not a big house. Kitchen here,” you point over your shoulder, “living room behind you, bathroom down the hall and the bedroom. There’s a back door. Yard’s bigger than the house.” 

“Got it.” 

“So, you’ll have to camp out on the couch but good news, it’s from 1987 so it folds out,” you squeeze by him and lead the way into the front room. 

“Beats a full barracks,” he comments. 

You nod and peek over at him. “Guess that makes sense.” 

He sniffs, “thanks. Really.” 

“Again, not too much,” you gesture to the room. “I gotta finish the meatloaf.” 

“Think I can handle it,” he affirms. 

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

— birthday gift —

Warnings: just a bunch of fluff

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to treat his girl on her birthday.

Word Count: ~1.4k

A/N: Something I was working on for my birthday! I'm a few days late for my own birthday present (haha), but here it is!

Bucky woke up hours before you did, the sun barely even touching the sky on the horizon at five in the morning. He basked in your warmth for a few minutes, pressing his nose into your neck to breathe in your unique scent with a hint of your perfume from the day before. He was glad that you were working late last night, finishing and passing out just before midnight, because he was able to escape your arms without waking you up in the process—he hate-loved you being a light sleeper.

You could sense the change in your pillow without his arm underneath it. Your eyebrows had furrowed and a slight pout appeared on your lips as you squirmed to find another perfect spot. You found one rather quickly, earning an amused huff when Bucky noticed you were snuggled up against his pillow. He didn’t want to leave you alone in your shared bed, but he decided it was better this way. 

He used the bathroom, dressing in his favourite hoodie and some jeans. He wrote out a quick note with some lame excuse that he had made up on the spot of grocery shopping, but he hoped to be back before you had the chance to read that note. He glanced up at your sleeping figure as he placed the note on your night table and grinned softly when he caught the hint of a smile on your sleeping face. He turned then, closing your bedroom door without any noise with one last glance at your sleeping figure. 

He made sure to lock the door to the two story house you both had made a home out of, checking it twice and checking if the cameras were on on his phone even more times. He kept his phone in his hand as he walked down the street before relaxing as he realised you would laugh at him with how tense he was about leaving you to go to the corner plaza. You would laugh at him later when he would accidentally tell you about it. 

Ping! Ping-Ping!

He checked his phone right away, recognizing the tone from the camera app—it meant that there was movement somewhere around his home. He checked each camera carefully, sighing and letting out a low chuckle as he saw Alpine climb the tree to jump on the roof and trot on the rooftops again. He hated that cat when you had first brought her into your home in a box, defending yourself as you washed her up and told him that she was abandoned. How you knew she was a she, he’ll never know—you only said you had a feeling and it always turned out right. 

“Hey, Mr. Lee,” Bucky greeted Stan, the old florist who ran the shop after his wife died. Stan looked at him with an annoyed expression, though Bucky could see right through it and knew that he was happy to see him.

“Look, Barnes,” Stan started, side-eyeing Bucky as he sorted out an order, “if you’re here for Y/N’s flowers, you know where they are. Don’t bother asking me.” With that Stan took the bouquet he was working on to the back, leaving Bucky to grin at the closed door before making his way to where your favourite flowers were. 

This time, though, he mixed some of his own favourites that looked good with your favourites. Most of them did and he felt his heart skip a beat when he realised that the two of you worked out. Your cheery demeanour and his grumpy exterior. He was able to be himself in front of you—cry after a harsh mission, be angry about his past, cuddle with you whenever, kiss you when he wants to. He was thankful for you and today was a great day to show you how much he loved you. 

“Are you still here, Barnes?” Stan called into the shop, seeing Bucky emerge from an aisle and hold up his little clutter of flowers. Stan shook his head, but he couldn’t keep his lips from curling into a smile. “That’s horrible mixing.” 

“Doesn’t matter,” Bucky retorted with no actual bite. “She’ll love it.”

“She will. She loves you too much to care about the mess of flowers you have there.” Stan nodded and let Bucky pay up, warning him that he would raise the price if Bucky kept purchasing all of his flowers. Bucky had laughed and only let Stan joke around before he left to grab some groceries. He just needed a few ingredients to make your favourite for dinner. Once Bucky was done with that part of his surprise, he left to grab some tea and donuts for your breakfast. 

It had only been an hour when he got back to you. Bucky assumed that you were still asleep when he barged in with a curious Alpine in tow. He dropped the groceries on the island, putting some things away in the fridge that would spoil if he didn’t, and made his way to your shared bedroom. He smiled when he saw the sight in front of him; you were curled up with his pillow clutched to your chest as if it was him and the blanket was now around your waist, revealing his shirt that you wore to bed. 

He swore he had never seen a sight more prettier. 

He pulled his hoodie over his head when the room felt warmer, placing it on the foot of the bed. He wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath it since he ran hotter than average human beings and rarely wore a shirt at home. Plus, he knew you liked the view more than you let on. He could hear your steady heart beat in the room mixing in with his own. He tried to regulate his breathing so that his heartbeat matched yours, but it was always a mili-second off. He huffed and focused on the task at hand. 

He lowered himself slowly beside you, slightly moving so that he was hovering over you. He smirked at the way your body shifted to be closer to him, reacting to his body heat immediately. He lowered his head, grazing his lips over your pulse point just enough for you to sigh and start stirring awake, moving between a haze of dreams and reality. He moved down your neck, kissing your skin sweetly before noticing that you had moved your neck a bit out, exposing more to him. He glanced up as he kissed your jaw, seeing a hint of a smile on your lips. 

“Bucky,” you moaned, shifting to lay on your back. Bucky had to move slightly so that he wasn’t squishing you, but continued to kiss your neck and occasionally leave a bite mark that he soothed with his tongue. You moaned and squirmed this time, opening your eyes as your hand came to rest on your stomach. Bucky grinned at you. 

“Let me sleep,” you whined, a cute little pout on your lips. “I want to sleep in before—” 

“Do you even know what day it is?” Bucky saw your eyes flicker to the side, a show that you really had no idea what day it was, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“I—I’ve been busy,” you defended, getting up slightly and making Bucky move to sit up as well. “I—I mean—come on. It’s not our anniversary, is it? It’s not March so it’s not your birthday.” You had started panicking and Bucky picked up on it really quickly. 

“Not my birthday or our anniversary, doll,” he said, holding your hands to try and reduce your panic. He came close to you, nudging your nose with his before whispering, “Happy birthday.” He kissed you slowly, pouring every single amount of love that he held for you into it. His hand slid down to your stomach, cherishing the curve that showed the life you both had created together. 

A perfect mix of the two of you he hoped. 

“Hope you didn’t plan to go out,” you joked, hands coming around his shoulders and down his chest to trace his scars and then his abs. He surged forward capturing you in a heated kiss. 

“Of course not,” he groaned as he pulled away and saw you smile softly at him. 

“And no gifts, right?” 

“Of course not.” He grinned.

[caitdjarin]

traitor.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

-       Based on “Traitor” by Olivia Rodrigo, Yours and Bucky’s break-up was a surprise to you at least. An even bigger surprise was seeing him with a new girlfriend just weeks after.

Warnings

Angst, Jealousy, Cheating, Moving On, Slight Violence, Language, Bucky being toxic, Self-help, Kind of Happy ending?

As it turned out, your relationship with Bucky wasn’t as stable as you thought it was. After being together for three years, you had assumed you were both happy. When he ended it suddenly, all you could feel was shock, frozen, watching him pack his things. Pack up three years of your life together. You could not hear anything, sight going blurrier by the minute as you sat on your shared bed. His explanation as to why he was suddenly ending things was that he just was not happy with you anymore.

Of course, weeks later you found that out to be a lie. He had introduced his new girlfriend to everyone. Hearing her name from Nat and Wanda, you remembered all the arguments you had had about this woman. Seeing her name on his phone constantly, him telling you that they were just friends, you were being paranoid and that he could have female friends. That was when you realised you and Bucky were truly over.

Seeing him months later at your favourite coffee shop was not the reunion you wanted. He said your name as you walked into the store.

“James,” you signed “it’s nice to see you.”

“It is really nice to see you too, I didn’t expect to see you here. How are you doing?”

Did he really not expect to see me here when I introduced him to the little shop in the first place? And how am I doing? What sort of question is that? “Oh, I am doing incredible, I found out my long-term boyfriend betrayed me and made me out to be some bad guy when he was probably fucking this girl while we were still together.”

“I am doing fantastic; I hope you are as well” you smiled. It wasn’t a total lie, you were dating again, doing well at work, almost at the finish line with your doctorate in English Literature. Once you had said that you saw his face drop slightly before picking it up again.

“Yeah, I am too. We should catch up soon, I would really love to see hear what you’ve been up to” he smiles.

“I’m so sorry, James, I’m just really busy with work at the moment” you said, before leaving. Unfortunately, not even getting the chance to order anything. I guess, it was time to change coffee shops.

The next time you saw him was in a restaurant, three months later, while you were with the guy that you had been seeing. Rafael was everything you could dream of. You had met while he in the library at your university, turns out you were both in the doctorate program. You clicked pretty much instantly, this being your third date.

Walking to the bathroom, you were suddenly grabbed by your arm.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” the person says, turning around you see Bucky.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you whisper angerly, trying to wiggle your arm out of his grasp.

“Why the fuck are you here with some dude?”

“Oh, I’m sorry last time I remembered I was single, didn’t know I couldn’t date people.” He finally let go of your arm. “You do not get to control my life, James. I am a grown woman and last time I checked you had a girlfriend.” You start to walk away.

“You can’t just talk to me like that, Y/N” he slams his hand against the wall to stop you from walking away.

“I am allowed to move on, considering it took you two fucking weeks to go off and date someone, you may not have ‘cheated’ you say in air quotes, “but you’re still a traitor, Barnes” you duck under his hand, walking towards Rafael.

“Can we leave? Find somewhere else.” You say to him, grabbing your jacket.

“Yeah, of course, are you okay?” he says as he wraps his arm around your waist, walking out the door.

“Yeah, I just ran into someone, I didn’t want to see” you lean into him.

Bucky didn’t actually think you would move on. He honestly expected you to be waiting for him after he was done exploring. Seeing you dressed up all pretty, like you would for him on your date nights, made him livid. He couldn’t believe you would bring someone else to this restaurant, the restaurant that you had spent all your anniversaries, where your first date was. Of course, he was being a hypocrite because he had brought some random girl here but how could you have done this? If he was being honest, he was more surprised by the way you had spoken to him; you had never spoken to him like that before, even during your many arguments, you were still respectful.

Graduation day had commenced, a day you had been working towards for 8 years now. Inviting your family and your friends, Nat, Wanda, Tony, Steve, Vis, Scott. All except Bucky. He came anyway, staying in the back, making sure you were unable to see him. He knew it was your day and he didn’t deserve to be there. He was so proud of you, during your relationship, you had cried at least once a day with how stressed out you were, and now you would never have to cry about it again. Walking on stage, you looked as beautiful as ever, your face was lit up in the same way it did whenever you had looked at Bucky. You had grabbed your certificate, smiling for the cameras and then quickly walking back to your chair. Rafael was after you, receiving his certificate as well. So that’s how you met him, Bucky thought. After that, Bucky had left.

Rafael was probably the closest to perfect that you could get. He was kind, caring and hard working. Once you had moved in together, things seemed to be really steady, comfortable. Of course, that meant something would go wrong. Coming home early from work was supposed to be a surprise for Raf, is when you catch him cheating. Literally walk in on him getting fucked by his best friend. You’re not exactly angry, if you were being completely honest, you didn’t feel the same love for Rafael as you once did before.  Moving your things out of your shared apartment, you move in with Nat and Wanda. You decided that being single for a while won’t be the worst thing in the world.

Wanda and Vis’ engagement party was the following weekend, you were truly happy for them. Dressing in your favourite black dress and throwing on a jacket over the top, you drive to the venue. It was incredibly beautiful, fairy lights all throughout the area. You grabbed a glass of champagne and began to sip it.

“You look beautiful, Y/N” you hear someone stand next to you. Bucky.

“Thank you, James.” You say politely.

“You’re the most beautiful girl here, I’m sorry about what happened. You didn’t deserve that.” He looks at you.

“It’s okay, I’m doing okay”

“Have you been writing? I know you graduated a couple of months ago.” He tries to keep the conversation going.

“Yeah, I have, not any stories unfortunately though.” It’s been years since you’d actually talked to Bucky, you missed this. You had always loved how attentive he was to your interests.

“What have you been writing then?”

“Songs” He looks at you confused. You continued to surprise him always.

“Of course, they’re not for anyone to hear but I have been able to get my feelings out and it’s helped me move on.”

“I’m really happy for you, I know I treated you terribly and didn’t do well with the break-up side of things but I really miss you and hope we can be friends again.” He says, moving in front of you so he could see your face. That’s when he sees your face light up again, like it used to when you were in love, he never thought he’d be on the receiving end of one of those looks again.

“Sure Bucky, I missed you too.” 

Authors note

Hi, this was my first story that I actually published. I left the ending open to something happening, in case I wanted to revisit this story and do a part two. I hope you enjoyed :)

[extremelyblackandwhite]

innocence - 25

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: smut (18+)

A/N: me to me “you shall not write smut. BEHAVE” also me “mILE HIGH CLUB”. 2021 barely started and i already need jesus. also rip me attempting to post this before christmas but hey i refuse to let christmas end bc christmas is my only hope and love and it’s over.

NEXT CHAPTER

Bucky was the first one up as the clock struck 5AM. He was anxious for the flight, for everything really. Y/N had assured him she had bought first class tickets so he’d be comfortable with the long trip but he was still reticent about flying. As an Avenger he used to do national missions, preferring not to fly as it brought him some memories he didn’t like to relieve. Sam had suggested he took some sleeping pills while the flight was going but Bucky refused not to be there to support Y/N who’d been getting called by her team 24/7 about her “mishap” as her manager like to refer to. As if a 20-something dating was something weird. Bucky knew Steve did way worse things than that but of course, she had stepped off the line, off the good girl, virgin ‘til marriage, girl next door yet just gorgeously unattainable and if Y/N hadn’t told him to stay out of it, he would’ve threatened everyone.

Anyway, other than flying he kept wondering about her family. Y/N had a big family, at least more family than he had and he wasn’t entirely sure how they would react to him. Bucky knew he wasn’t the type of man you’d like your daughter to bring in. Who’d want to say that their daughter was dating an assassin? No one. He had wanted to say no, he wanted her to have a nice holiday but looking at her there was no denying her. 

Y/N woke up half an hour later, extending her arm towards Bucky’s side only to feel the cold of the sheets on her side. She rose her torso, rubbing the sleep off her eyes before the blurry room became clear. He was sat on the big armchair, staring at the flight tickets.

     - Someone’s an early bird. - she leaned on the bed, hands under her chin as he gave her his charming smile. - Excited?

     - Nervous. - he rose from his chair to kiss her forehead. - Do you need anything, princess?

     - Just need to get dressed. - she lazily got up from her bed. - You’re gonna love it, Buck. There’s snow on the ground, we can get spiced mulled tea and go see the decorations at the West End. 

     - I’m sure I will. Now get dressed unless you plan on going to the airport in your underwear.

     - I don’t see you complaining. - she flirted, hips moving side to side as she opened his wardrobe to grab her burgundy long sleeve dress and pair of black flats. Bucky tried his best not to ogle at her and her figure in a matching black set of star motif bra and panties with garters to see through black stockings. Sometimes he had to slap himself to convince himself the woman standing in front of him actually liked him. - You’re okay with going, right?

      - Of course, princess. Whatever makes you happy.

      - Okay but what makes you happy? We don’t need to go if you don’t feel comfortable. 

      - Just regular meeting the parents nerves. - he pulled her hair away from her face to kiss her forehead. 

      - Based on the photos Rebecca has, I would say you’ve met enough parents not to be nervous anymore. 

      - Come here, you little minx. - he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her in close to him. - I will have you know that I never met any of the girls’ parents. It was not a good thing for a lady to be seen alone with a man in my time, so we had to keep it a secret.

      - Mhm, were you destroying ladies’ reputations in your day, Mr. Barnes? Is that it?

      - Not my fault they couldn’t resist me. - he leaned down to kiss her but she turned her face away, naughty smile on her lips. - Don’t do that to me, princess. It’ll break my tiny heart.

      - Stop playing Romeo and grab your bags before we’re late. - she swung her hips side to side to grab her own cary on, a small matte black suitcase with her initials on the bottom left in a small size. 

Bucky followed her into the airport. He couldn’t seriously remember the last time he had been in an airport, maybe during his youth but right now everything seemed so different yet he didn’t feel scared. He looked to his right and there she was, holding his hand as the other pulled her trolley, dark sunglasses on to hide who she was but still sporting that smile that was truly hers, something he could pick out of a crowd. He never really liked the word or feeling of possession, neither did she, but they didn’t really mind the feeling that a ship’s rope held both their hands together in a nautical strong knot. It was that sort of feeling that disconnected them both from what surrounded them, the sound of echoed and at the same time murmured silence. Y/N didn’t mind, Bucky didn’t mind. The flashlights went by dim and the announcements went mute for both of them.

Y/N however did not like airports. For her, airports signified goodbyes, harmful and painful goodbyes those were you wave goodbye to your loved ones and walk into security checks with tears lodged in her throat, telling herself to put herself together as she approached the beginning of that line. It represented waving goodbye to her comforts to travel somewhere she was not happy, not that her life in the US after she left the UK didn’t made her happy, it did but it was a faux happiness. It was locked inside a bought apartment with people who didn’t or refused to understand her, with friends she loved and cared for but didn’t really check on her them too lost on their own lives, it was yearning for a love that took years to come and everyone told her it would come but never did. It was an odd feeling being at the airport but being with Bucky twisted that. It was no longer leaving loved ones, it was departing with them, it was leaving all the mess that haunted her behind yet she couldn’t help feeling like something lingered in the wind, some cut throating emotions and actions which would return to her. 

She decided not to dwell on it, smiling at Bucky as he picked some snacks to bring inside the plane besides her telling him they probably would have the peanut M&Ms rather than his beloved chocolate only ones. She watched him as someone watched something that reminded them of a childhood memory or something that touched them, with a tinge of sadness, almost knowing it would never happen again. She felt tied to him but she felt at any time this knot could worn out and she feared he would leave. Things fade, nothing lasts forever and she wondered when he would realise that he was dating a ticking time bomb controlled by others. She had control over her own heart but her face, her reputation, that would never be hers to control. 

     - Y/N? - he laid his hand on top of her shoulder. - Are you okay, princess?

     - Yeah, just thinking. - she handed the lady the tickets, holding Bucky’s hand as he led her inside the airplane.

Y/N was lucky to be used to first class, she spent in life in it but for Bucky it was a jarring new experience. His parents used to be well off, better than most however they were never well enough to afford flying anywhere. The closest he’d been to flying was in military helicopters but all his experience to commercial flying had been watching on magazines but even this looked so different. It looked like a perfect first class bedroom in a five star hotel with individual little places for each passenger and some for couples which he guessed was one for the two of them. As they approached their cabin, a polished dressed lady signalled them inside their own seats. She looked at Bucky who had star filled eyes as he noticed all the comfort of his seat.

    - Is this how you travel? - he sat down by the window, looking at the small bottles of water, juices and fun sized treats. - Now I know why you travel so much. It’s like a damn hotel room here. 

    - Peanut M&M’s. - she grabbed one of the snacks from his side. - I believe you’ll be donating those to me. 

    - That’s a travesty, princess. I cannot believe you prefer those with peanuts

    - Peanuts are great. 

    - Unless you’re allergic to them.

    - You’re not allergic to peanuts. Steve would’ve told me if you were and I saw you eat a peanut energy bar yesterday. - she crossed her arms. 

    - First, I hate peanuts so it’s almost as if I were allergic to them. Second, KIND bars don’t count, you know how good they are, they add that little caramel drizzle.

    - I guess we’re gonna have more than my nephews and nieces for a picky eater this Christmas. - she laughed, picking the remote to shuffle through whatever the company offered. Bucky leaned on her shoulder, leaving a kiss on it right before he did. - Thank you for coming with me. 

   - That’s not a problem, princess. Besides, who would guard you if I were not to come?

   - Is this overtime then, Mr. Barnes? - she looked down at him, his childish yet charming smile whenever he meant to tease her which he so easily could do both meanings of the word. - We should prepare for take off. 

It couldn’t be too different from take off in the quinjet. Bucky had done it once after the train incident but it always brought him back to it. He wasn’t like this and it pained him that the slightest of turbulences in any travels now made him feel like a kid. He didn’t use to be like this, he was fearless, going on the Cyclone time and time again and now ... now he was a shell of a man afraid of take off. He shouldn’t be afraid, it was not his role, right? He knew things were different then and were different now but he always wanted to be strong, strong for her as if any insecurity would throw her away. He knew it didn’t, Bucky knew Y/N was there to stick around and didn’t care about what the war and HYDRA had done to him but he cared. Bucky wanted to be her hero, her safe harbour and with this ... 

His mind shattered into snowflakes as she held his hand, the captain’s voice muffled as the plane gathered speech. Y/N never hand cold hands or a cold touch, she was just warm, a little ray of sunshine burning his icy exterior and forcing him to see the beauty of winter. Bucky clearly mostly got distracted by her own beauty but her holding his hand, the rings on her fingers which she had gathered from little shops along the street against his hand, made him want to remove the dagger he had stuck on himself so he could feel pain forevermore. 

The plane move upwards, both of them being pulled against their seats by the laws of physics on an endless climb and he still had his eyes closed, finding comfort in the darkness. 

    - Buck. - her finger caressed his jaw. - Look out the window. 

Bucky peaked open one of his eyes, looking out the window near him to see a full blue sky, completely different from the dark skies of the winter filled New York they had just left.

   - We fly above the clouds. Isn’t it beautiful? - she leaned against his shoulder. 

   - You see this everytime?

   - Unless I’m flying at night, yeah. Sunsets and risings are particularly stunning. 

   - Now what?

   - Now we wait for round 6 to 7 hours. We can put a movie on, maybe. Whatever you’d like.

Bucky took to shuffling through the movie catalogue himself. Some of the movies he’d never heard about and some he’d heard from Sam or from Steve’s list of movies he had to watch yet he never did. Capitan America himself stuck to the old classics, the movies they used to sneak through the backdoor of the theatre. He himself liked the classics too and Y/N, as a film/acting major herself, also had a soft spot for them. Bucky’s favourite was the Wizard of Oz, despite later knowing how controversial filming had been, yet he couldn’t help but always remember the wonder on his sister’s face and his own wonder as he watched the vivid colours. He could still feel it now, however the movie ended and soon the food came in and he found himself bored. There wasn’t much he could do on a plane and he found himself jealous of the 5 year old running up and down the cabin, despite most of Y/N’s laughter. 

He covered himself in the company’s blanket and snuggled against the pillow and still he couldn’t sleep. Y/N on the other hand had fallen asleep the moment she pulled the leg rest, wrapped around in her blanket, face facing his which gave Bucky the excuse to look at her while she slept. Bucky always found it wildly amusing how she slept, lips slightly puckered, eyes fluttering until she fell in deep and hands fisting the blanket up to her chin. Eventually, Bucky got frustrated, moving around in his seat to find a comfortable position. How come he couldn’t find a comfortable position on a first class seat?

    - Buck ... - she groaned, opening her eyes. - Stop moving around. 

    - I’m sorry, princess. I’m just ... so bored. How do you do this?

    - I sleep. - she placed the blanket on her lap. - Why don’t you get something else to eat?

    - How many hours left?

    - You don’t wanna know. - she rubbed the sleep of her eyes, Bucky still laid against his seat, blanket on his lap, head against the head rest. Y/N started thinking about how to entertain him until her gaze fell onto his lap. Looking around the cabin was quiet, no cabin crew or passengers on their feet, just a calm cabin. 

She moved closer to him, head against her shoulder, facade of a glistening angel on a renaissance painting. Her fingers traced the soft finish of his blanket, the embodied company name until her fingers were under the soft fabric. She slide her hand under his shirt, feeling his warm skin as her hand travelled downwards towards the Hugo Boss boxers he wore, fingers hooking on the waistband. Bucky swallowed dry, wondering if he had finally gone to sleep and this was finally a good dream or if his sweet, innocent girlfriend was actually about to do what his mind was rushing to as her fingers wrapped around his softened member. He grunted, looking at her like she was a fever dream, hips mindlessly thrusting into her soft warm hand. He would say there was no better feeling, had it not been for the fact he had been inside of her. 

Y/N bite her lip, insecurely swiping her thumb over the tip, his pre cum dripping onto it. She didn’t know what she was doing, mostly going by the erotica she had read and seen before, guiding herself by his low sounds, mumbled by his own hand which laid against his own mouth. She looked up at him, cerulean eyes looking at the ceiling as if all his strength would break loose were he to look at her and she thought that was the most gorgeous he’d look. She straight herself up, pushing his hand away from his mouth to start kissing him, something which would look rather innocent to anyone who passed by. Her kiss was warm, hot and sinful, much more different than the shy ones she would lay on him each morning yet he guessed it matched with her movements, fast and tighter against his cock. He tried to remain still, allow her to do what she wanted to do but his body had a different idea, hips thrusting and gyrating against her hand like some idiot teenager as her mouth lowered to kiss his pulse point. His breathe quickened, coming into staccatto as her movement quickened. The environment was blurry and all he could think about and hear were her movements and his body shuddering until he was spurting thick ropes of white liquid onto her hand and his breathe came out knocked as if he had finished a race. 

She cleaned her palm with a tissue, bringing her fingers up to her cherry tinted lips from her chapstick, disappearing within the plumpness of them. He swore he could cum again just from that sight. As he tried to regain his breathe from the latter event, she gave him a shy smile, pushing her blanket up to her chin. Whatever she did to him, whatever release she had given him had made him comfortable enough on that cloud nine that sent him into sleeping, only awaking once the plane wheels hit British soil. 

It was dark, around 9PM the captain had said and Bucky himself thought the trip was over until both of them disembarked onto the airport which was a completely different world. Had it not been by Y/N’s unwillingness to spend more time in an airport, he would’ve possibly stood behind taking pictures yet once she spotted a man with a sheet with her name written in, she had his hand on hers and dragged him up to it.

Bucky had been in London, he remembered it from the war and some buildings were the same yet everything was brighter. His eyes shone against the decorations, wondering how bigger they could get and Y/N took great pleasure in seeing him so happy. All she wanted was to make him happy, all she wanted was to see him happy. The taxi driver stopped in front of her childhood home which gladly always seemed to look the same with christmas lights and garlands. Both of them step out the car and the nerves finally hit Bucky. How do you meet someone’s parents? How do you meet the person who just gave you a handjob’s parents and make a good impression? How could he make a good impression? He was a hundred year old never aging man with a metal arm dating the little rose that everyone put on an altar. He didn’t belong. Maybe he could stop her, maybe he could convince her not to ring the bell except she was already ringing the bell and the door was opening up.

A short woman in a white jumper and jeans opened the door. She had Y/N’s eyes, the same eyes Bucky would recognise anywhere and based by the tight hug she gave Y/N, he would guess she was his mother.

   - Mum, this is Bucky. - she held Bucky’s hand. What should he do? Should he wave?

   - Oh my, you’re tall. I thought that with a nickname like that you’d be small. Oh, here I am again rambling. We are so happy here, you know, you’re the first man Y/N brings home.

   - Mum!

   - What? It’s true. You’re my oldest child and only now have you brought a man. Aunt Petunia is really proud of you.

   - Mum!

   - Come in, Bucky. Can I call you Bucky? Come meet the family.

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[tenmillionwhumperflies]

Cloudwalker Series Part 15

Avizon whump time- and you can finally meet Orrien (Ore-ree-en) properly. 

Warnings: The usual pet whump, with Avizon owning Dyan and Ihuka, but he’s more of a caretaker than a whumper now. There’s an arrow wound to the leg in this one, but that’s all the whump there is. 

Master-list Here

Approx WC: 1800

The weather only got worse as they travelled back home. There was hardly any space in the back of the cart but Avizon let Ihuka and Dyan stay there in the dry. The rain was cruel and cold and painful as the wind sped up the droplets. Ihuka had taken to hiding his face in his bandanna and Dyan his face in Ihuka’s chest. Avizon's fingers felt numb. He needed to find somewhere to shelter.

He grimaced, knowing the closest place was Orrien’s little farm was at the other side of the woods to his left. He hoped the man would be generous enough to offer them his barn until the rain stopped. Besides, he did have things to speak to him about, such as his growing conflict with Erix and the cloudwalker’s magic. He urged Secret on, hoping that the thunder and lightning would hold off. At least the trees provided some shelter, but the woodlands were thin.

Avizon glanced in the back, peering through a little hole in the wood to see Dyan and Ihuka were huddled close, keeping warm under their wings. He was glad he’d freed them instead of keeping them wrapped up and restrained. Avizon had told them to get their blankets that he’d bought. The two of them looked peaceful, warm. Dyan seemed to be asleep, but Ihuka was still awake.

He brought his attention back to the path ahead of him and sniffled. He was cold and the rain had soaked through most of his clothes, making him shiver. The wind was biting and loud. He urged Secret on, just a little bit faster. He could tell she liked this situation no more than he did. She made to go right at a fork in the road but Avizon steered her left. “Change of plan, lass,” he mumbled.

It would be another hour until they got to Orrien’s home, but it didn’t take him long to start shivering, for his teeth to start chattering now that the night was setting in well and true. He could barely hold on to the reins. He tried to hide his hands in his soaked sleeves.

Avizon paused, hearing rustling in the shrubbery despite the howling of wind. He turned his head to compensate for his blind eye. He couldn’t help but feel ill at ease. “Ihuka, Dyan, wake up,” he ordered. He heard groans and grumbles. “Are we there?” Dyan yawned. “No, we’re not. Ihuka, I want you at the back of the cart, watch our back.” Dyan translated and Ihuka obeyed, but he didn’t take his blanket off.

“Dyan, at the front. I want you close. Watch my left side- that way. Keep an eye out for any people. Tell me immediately, alright?” “Yes, master.” Dyan climbed out of the cart and ran to the side, heaving himself up on the seat beside him.

Avizon tried to keep his focus as the weather got to him. He blew on his hands. “Would you like me to use my wings and keep you dry, master?” Dyan asked quietly. “No, little bird, I won’t be able to see… but thank you. Keep yourself warm.”

The journey was overpowered by silence, but it wasn’t to last. Dyan yelled out a warning, but Avizon wasn’t able to see the man on his side with a bow. He didn’t see him aim for him or fire, but he heard the swoosh, and felt the heavy jab in his leg. He cried out in alarm, the searing pain quickly becoming noticeable. He groaned and hurled an orb of power in that direction, unlike the man, he didn’t miss. He heard half of a scream, gurgling, then silence.

More men appeared, all ready to kill him. “Heads down!” he bellowed to his birds, flicking the reins, bringing Secret into a canter. The cart shook and rattled badly. Avizon summoned blue fire to his hands and sent it hurtling at anyone he could see. The men soon scarpered and disappeared from sight as Secret tore up the roads.

Avizon groaned, grabbing the reins again. “Steady, girl steady,” he called, easing her back into a trot. She breathed through flaring nostrils and grunted with fear.

“Easy girl.” He winced as the pain in his leg became all the more clear. Dyan stared at his leg, looking in curious horror at the arrow sticking out of his thigh. Avizon bit down on his lip to stay silent as he snapped the wooden shaft. It still drew a curse from him.

“D.Dyan, hold the reins,” he panted. “I’ll tell you what to do as we need. J.just hold them for now. Ihuka? Ihuka, are you alright?” Dyan translated to be sure, and he heaved a sigh of relief when he whimpered he was fine.

“He’s okay, just startled… Master, a.are you alright?”

“We just need to get to Orrien,” he ground out, pushing down on his wound despite how it made him scream. He struggled to suppress a whimper as he sat still, rushing down air. It burned. “Gently pull on the left rein, just to g.guide her head… that’s it,” he grimaced as Secret turned. Dyan screwed up his face in concentration, but it was clear that he too was getting cold, even with his coat.

Things were getting blurry. Avizon wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay awake. When he suddenly found it hard to move his leg, he knew what was wrong. “Venom… blast it all!” He reached down for his satchel at his feet, but his arms were becoming infected with the same heaviness. He fumbled with the cork and gulped down what he could before the bottle fell out of his hands and landed on the floor. He hoped it was enough antidote to keep him alive. Dyan picked it up and offered him it back, but it was empty now.

“‘t’s alright… just drive.”

He struggled to stay quiet as the cart shook him. The cold and the pain and paralysis were a cruel combination. He couldn’t even shiver to keep warm. Dyan kept sending him worried glances, but he had a job to do and he was determined to do it well.

Finally, the little farm came into view. Avizon swallowed thickly, reaching for the reins to bring Secret to a stop in front of it. The paralysis was wearing off, but his legs were still plagued with it.

“H.help me to the door,” he managed.

Dyan told Ihuka and the two of them helped him down. He couldn’t bite back a cry of pain as he reached the floor. His legs buckled and he dropped this knees. The birds strained to heave him back up. It wasn’t easy when he was taller than them by about a foot.

The door opened before Avizon could knock. He must have been a pitiful sight, soaked from the rain, shaking and shivering, weak and limp, draped over the two cloudwalkers so he could even stay upright. Blood slipped down his leg freely.

Orrien was quiet for a moment, taking in the sight of him. He let the magic fade out of his hand, knowing he was not a threat. “Master,” Avizon croaked. “C.could I take refuge in your barn tonight? I… Things didn’t quite go according to plan.”

“Remind me to be angry at you later once I’ve fixed whatever mess you’ve ended up in this time,” Orrien grumbled.

“I.Ihuka… Dyan… b.best behaviour. Do as Orrien tells you. No shaking your wings inside.” Dyan translated everything he said, and it seemed like he said more. “Take the horse into the barn- and please don’t eat any of my livestock,” Orrien instructed, grunting as he took Avizon from them. Avizon had to hold his breath to silence a scream.

The birds were uncertain, but did as they were asked. Dyan reached up and took Secret by the head collar to lead her around. “There’ll be a young lad around the back, his name is Blue. He will look after the horse and both of you. Tell him I sent you.”

“Yes, sir,” Dyan answered shyly. Ihuka nudged Avizon’s arm with his head with a soft whimper. Avizon patted his head. “Good bird… go and rest.” It was clear he didn’t want to go but he reluctantly followed Dyan.

Avizon groaned and let himself relax once they were gone. He let his pain show just that little bit more. Orrien struggled to keep him up, to heave him into his chair by the fire. He eased him out of his soaking coat and shirt. “I’ll get you some blankets. Pants off if you can, lad, I’ll need to see how bad it is.”

Avizon nodded weakly and obeyed. Orrien soon returned with a few blankets and wrapped them around him.

“I’m sorry,” Avizon mumbled. “I realise I’m likely unwelcome.” “You have no reason to be unwelcome. You pushed yourself away,” Orrien said, his face heavy with concern. “You are always welcome in my home.”

Avizon looked at his face as he inspected the wound on his leg with a furrowed brow. Life and age hadn’t treated him as well as they could have. He had deep wrinkles around his blue eyes. The scar on his right eye had faded into more of a white line, but the golden yellow tattoo on his forehead still looked as bright as ever. Magical tattoos tended to keep their radiant glow. The enchanted metal dragon ear piece stared down intently at Avizon, half-covered by Orrien’s shoulder-length blondish grey hair. It looked up and stuck it’s tongue out at him before looking back down at his leg.

Orrien was sprouting a beard, which twitched and moved as he grimaced at the sight of the injury. “What happened?” he asked, his voice deep and rumbling. “Ambush… We were on our way here to get out of the weather, things went wrong. I got shot. I think it had cloudwalker venom on. I’ve taken an antidote, but-” “You’ve made an antidote?” Orrien asked, raising an eyebrow. “Aye… L.look after those two. They’re good birds...”

“I will. Now you need to rest. I can take care of everything. Get comfortable, I’ll send you to sleep.” “N.no…” Avizon groaned. “They could come back-” “Aye, and your limp isn’t going to scare them away. I can deal with them.”

Avizon pursed his lips, “Still…”

Orrien put his hand on Avizon’s feverish brow. “I’ve been fighting since before you were born. I can handle a few more buffoons. Sleep.”

The spell worked immediately, throwing Avizon into unconsciousness before he could stop it.

[starlessskies94]

Consequence (Joel Miller x OC)

Summary: What if Joel survived his injuries from the Abby and Fireflies attack but ends up with really bad amnesia. He can’t remember his wife, Ellie, or the Outbreak; only before. How will his family bring back the man they once knew?

Pairing: Joel Miller x OC

Note: Okay this is a big one, I wrote this over the course of like 3 days I think? Anyway I hope you like it because it's probably the longest chapter I've ever written for one of my stories <3

Chapter One

It was just five in the morning when Adaline Miller woke up. Her head still a little groggy from a decent night’s sleep and her fading dreams. She turned to see Joel still asleep beside her; his gentle snores muffled into his pillow. She smiled and leaned over kissing his bare shoulder before rolling out of bed to get ready for her day.

Stepping downstairs towards the kitchen, Ada realised just how cold it was when she noticed how frosted over the windows had become overnight. Ada hated winter. It was her least favourite season. After everything that had happened almost five years ago it wasn’t hard to understand why. Even now she still sometimes had nightmares about it.

Waking up to find Joel cold in his bed; his stomach wound torn open. Blood everywhere. Or finding Ellie beaten and bruised, left alone in that burned out restaurant.

Joel had always been there to console her, holding her until she calmed down. His voice low to just a whisper as he told her everything was okay. She was safe. He was there and he wasn’t ever going to leave.

It was a comfort she appreciated even after being married to the man for just under four years.

Stepping through into the kitchen, the brunette quickly got to work preparing some eggs on the stove for breakfast before moving across the counter to make up a pot of coffee for herself and Joel. She still wasn’t totally sure what her husband had traded for the beans; but Joel had seemed rather embarrassed by it for some reason. Though after finally getting to taste coffee again after so long, she didn’t much care she supposed. After the hot water was boiled she poured the beverage out, setting aside Joel’s favourite owl mug for when he came down.

Joel had always been an early riser and more often than not, he was almost always the one that beat her to the kitchen in the morning. It had taken some time after settling in Jackson to actually get the man to finally relax a little. It was unfortunate for Ada that he had taken that to mean ‘no sleeping in past seven’. Even on days off, Joel was up before the sun. Lucky Ada had found her own ways to at least keep him in bed past seven on those days; sleeping or otherwise. Thankfully Joel never complained.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the creaking of the stairs as Ada glanced up to meet eyes with Joel. His arms stretched above his head and suppressing a yawn. He stepped through the door, his hand dropping to scratch at his bearded chin.

“Morning darlin’.” Joel slurred, heading straight for his coffee mug. “Hold on...why are you dressed already?” Ada questioned. Her egg covered spoon gesturing at him in his winter gear. Joel followed her gaze, his brows raised in confusion. “I thought you weren’t on patrol until this afternoon.” She clarified.

“Oh yeah...forgot to tell you last night. Change of plans. Tommy’s gotten word of a horde gathering near the ski lodge.” He explained between sips, leaning against the counter, crossing one foot over the over. “Reckon we needed to deal with it quickly before it gets to be a problem.”

Ada pouted but said nothing, her gaze turning from Joel back to her scrambled eggs on the stove. Joel sighed abandoning his mug on the side as he moved across towards her. His arms wrapping around her waist and resting his chin over her shoulder.

“I can hear you thinking.” He said lowly into her ear. But again Ada said nothing. He sighs moving to kiss her neck but she turns her head away as he does.

He hates this. He hates when she worries. It’s always the same routine when he heads out for clean up duty. Clearing out infected is never an easy job but it is what keeps Jackson safe. They both know that. But still whenever he’s due to leave for another job, Ada goes quiet. She’s distant and he fucking hates it.

It was the same when Ellie first asked to train for patrol, they’d been reluctant. And while they were both well aware of Ellie’s skills and her strength; it was still hard watching their baby girl in such a hurry to go out alone without them.

His arms around her waist squeeze gently as he pulls her close to his chest, his head over her shoulder stealing a kiss on her cheek.

“Baby please stop worrying, I’ll be fine.” He knew it was a foolish thing to promise because the world they lived in wasn’t safe. You never knew what the next day would bring. But if there was anything in this world Joel would find to fight for; it was coming home to his wife. His family.

Ada dumped the cooked eggs onto the plates laid out, they were a little burned on the edges. She hadn’t been paying that much attention to them if she was honest. Then turned in her husband’s arms to face him.

“Back by dinner or I kick your ass.” She warned playfully. “Deal.” He chuckled, pulling her close as their lips met in a kiss.

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It didn’t take long for Ada to get to the stables when she’d finished breakfast. After reluctantly pulling herself from Joel’s arms; they’d both parted ways as the older man went to meet his brother at the gate.

She’d quickly threw herself into her list of jobs for the day, hoping it would take her mind off her worry.

“Morning Max.” She smiled at the stable hand, walking through to the back room. “Mornin’ Ada, whadda we got today?” he grinned in reply, his frame leaning through the door as she tidied her workspace. Collecting all her notes and paperwork together.

“Well Daisy has been lame for a couple days so she needs to stay on box rest. Then I need King and Blue tacked up before noon.” She explained, her eyes never leaving the sheets of paper in her hand. “Bob and Maggie are headed out on patrol so they need them ready before half twelve.”

“You got it boss!” Max assured with a joyful grin, sending her a mock salute. She chuckled at the old man as he disappeared from the doorway, but she quickly caught up to him, catching herself on the wooden frame.

“Oh! Could you also take Barnaby out into the paddock this morning please? He had a touch of colic yesterday and I want to keep his gut moving to make sure it’s passed.” She explained. Max simply nodded and turned to make a start on his duties. Ada always liked Max. He was an older gentleman, around seventy years old but still incredibly fit for his age. He’d arrived in Jackson a few years after herself, Ellie and Joel. Along with his grandsons from somewhere near Montana. Having the experience of running his own ranch before the Outbreak; he’d been the perfect fit to help Ada run the stables and take care of the horses.

She continued through until around nine o’ clock, just making the finishing touches to the poultice she’d wrapped around the gelding’s leg she was treating. “There ya go buddy.” She cooed sweetly, giving the horse a soft scratch behind the ears as he nickered in reply.

“Morning Ada!” A familiar voice greeted as the brunette moved to close the stable door closed behind her. “Morning Dina, you out on patrol this morning?”

“Yep, heading out on the creek trails with Ellie.” She smiled, Ada quickly returning it as they both looked to Ellie walking through the door. “How’s my boy?” Dina asked, grabbing Ada’s attention once again.

“Oh he’s fine, Japan had a little mud fever but I think we got it under control now. He’s good to go. All tacked up for you with Max down there.” Dina gave her a quick thumbs up and threw a thanks over her shoulder as she ran down towards the back of the barn. Leaving the woman alone with her adoptive daughter who slowly trailed behind.

“Good morning sunshine. How are you feeling this morning?” She teased. Ellie rolled her eyes at her mother’s smirk.

“Oh jeez don’t. I already got half the town giving me weird looks.” She whined. After the dance the night before, her kiss with Dina, Seth drunk and aggressively harassing the girls; it had certainly been the talk of the town the following morning. Ellie was just hoping she could outlive the embarrassment.

“So you and Dina patrolling together huh? That should be interesting. Have you talked to her yet?” “Ugh mom stop!” Ellie hissed softly, her lips twitching into a subtle smile.

“What? I like her, she’s a sweet girl. You two would be so cute together.” The teen stifled a giggle as she playfully shoved her mom’s shoulder, the older woman chuckling in return. “Shut up.”

The laughter faded when Ada sighed in thought, Ellie glancing back knowing what was coming next. Her gaze immediately falling to her feet.

“You uh...you talk to Joel yet?” She asked cautiously. For the past two years; it had been a sore subject for Ellie whenever Ada brought Joel up in conversations. After finding out the truth back in Salt Lake; she’d been so angry at both of them for everything they had kept from her. But after learning that Joel had been the one that pulled the trigger. That one that had made that decision for all of them and acted alone, she’d declared she wanted nothing more to do with him. And while it had been hard for Ada to be stuck in the middle; she’d still tried her damn hardest to build a bridge between them.

“A little...but one conversation isn’t going to fix everything.” She mumbled. Her foot kicking at the mud covered floor, eyes never leaving the ground.

“It’s a start though. Baby he really misses you.” she said. “I know. I still don’t know if I can forgive him for what he did though. But I am willing to try.” Ellie said softly, her hands now pulling at her jacket sleeves. “I uh...I was thinking of maybe inviting him over for a movie night tomorrow. If that’s okay?”

Ada smiled at this. It had been hard with Ellie not speaking to Joel for so long, watching the man she loved struggle with losing a daughter that no longer wanted anything to do with him. It was obvious he was hurting even if he never said the words out loud. He missed Ellie, he’d be so grateful to hear she wanted to do movie night again, for the first time in so long.

“Of course it is. When you get back from patrol we’ll figure something out okay? Joel’s out with Tommy but he should be back by dinner.”

Ellie simply nodded with a timid smile before turning towards Max waiting with Shimmer.

“Hang on, gotcha some lunch. I still worry you ain’t eating enough.” Ada shouted after her, reaching into her backpack to hand her daughter the pack of food she’d prepared.

“Thank you!” Dina called before Ellie had the chance to reply, swiping the pack out of Ada’s hand. “Hey! She said my lunch!” Ellie poked in jest. The teen simply scoffed peaking through the bag to see what was inside. “Our lunch...there’s plenty for both of us. Let’s see; turkey sandwiches, nice.” Dina continued snooping through the pack while Ellie merely rolled her eyes as Ada stood with folded arms smirking at the two. They really were cute together.

“Oh shit! No way, Ellie there’s cookies in here! Awesome! Thanks Ada!”

Ada laughed at Dina’s joy as Ellie reluctantly followed behind, snatching the packed lunch back and stuffing it into her bag before Dina could complain.

“Ugh I haven’t had cookies since I was a kid. I fucking love your mom, she’s just the best.” Dina complimented as she mounted Japan, taking the reins and walking the gelding out into the snow, Ellie not far behind on Shimmer. The young girl turned back to take one last glance at her mother brushing down another horse, a smile lighting up her face.

“Yeah, yeah she is.” Ellie agreed.

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After such an early start, Ada was pleased when the day was beginning to draw to an end. She’d not stopped the whole day and she was tired.

When the time came to feed and bed down the horses for the night, she was more than ready to head home, eat dinner, maybe snuggle up to Joel on the couch to watch a movie and call it a day. She’d already sent Max home to his boys when she finished up the last of her routine checks to close up the barn; when she’d been ambushed by both Jesse and Dina.

They both looked terrified, Dina with tear stained cheeks and Jesse breathless and shell shocked like he’d just run for miles without taking a second to breathe.

The brunette couldn’t remember much of what was said when they’d bombarded her with information. Only that something bad had happened and it had happened to Joel.

A thousand thoughts had rushed through her head at once. A flash of images muddled with the white noise that squealed in her ears the closer she ran towards the infirmary. Her nightmare was coming true and she felt like she was drowning. Lost in a dark ocean of uncertainty, falling without a lifeline to hold on to.

When she burst through the doors, Tommy was the first to reach her. She winced aghast at seeing his injuries. His swollen black eye, the deep bloodied gash on his forehead. She felt numb as her brother in law explained what had happened. What those bastards had done to her husband. Shot and beaten mercilessly. Her heart ached, her eyes raw from the tears she’d cried. And what made the whole thing worse, was that Ellie had been there to see the whole thing.

Ada had tried to brace herself before stepping into Joel’s room, her hand trembling as she reached for the handle. Ellie was sat slumped over his bedside, her hand clinging to his as he lay unconscious. The scuff of her mother’s boots grabbing her attention as she rose to her feet and met her halfway when Ada rushed towards her with open arms.

“Mom!” Ellie whimpered and it reminded her all too much of that night all those years ago. Ada squeezed her eyes shut as she pulled Ellie closer, her heart beating in her ears.

“Oh baby girl.” She soothed, her hand gently stroking her back for comfort. “I tried…” Ellie hiccuped. “I tried to stop them. I begged them to stop but they wouldn’t listen. And I told Joel to get up, just fucking get up.” Her voice broke as the girl choked back another sob and Ada couldn’t help her own tears as she listened silently. Gently guiding Ellie back to Joel’s bedside so she could sit, all the while the mother never once letting go of her daughter.

“I told him to get up, but it was like he’d just given up.” She explained quietly. Her shaking hands reaching up to wipe at her sore bloodshot eyes. Her cheeks and nose reddened from her tears. “The doctor said he needs to be asleep for a while, something about something needing time to settle?! I don’t fucking know!” She shouted in frustration, almost collapsing from exhaustion in her chair.

Ada merely nodded solemnly. Tommy had partly explained before she’d rushed to Joel. The doctor had insisted on keeping Joel sedated to give the brain time to heal itself while the swelling subsides. Ada just hoped it wouldn’t take too long for him before he was able to wake up.

As the night drew on Ellie had finally given in to her fatigue, stretching on the old beat up couch in the corner of the room. Tommy had thoughtfully brought her a blanket and a bag of clothes for the girls before heading home himself, Ada swearing that she would send Ellie the second they had any news on his brother.

It wasn’t until then that Ada had the still and the silence of the night did she truly take in Joel’s injuries. His leg, broken and mangled. It had been a damn miracle that they’d even be able to save it. But there had been a reasonable amount of confidence it would eventually heal, though Joel would definitely have some difficulty getting around at first and most likely a permanent limp afterwards; he was damn lucky in that respect.

His head injuries however were a different story. There were still flecks of dried blood in patches of his dark head where the club had struck. Patches of hair cut away, close to the scalp in order to reach the violent blows into his crown. Deep cuts and dark bruises covered his handsome face. A good chunk of his ear was missing, she’d noticed as she softly brushed her fingers through his hair in a feeble attempt to clean him up. It had been treated and neatly stitched but would most likely leave a scar.

Her lips trembled as a quiet sob worked its way up into her throat, her eyes blurred from the welling tears the longer she looked at him.

She should have been there...Why hadn’t she been there?!

The days went by and Joel still hadn’t woken up. The doctor took him off sedation a few days after the attack, in the hopes he would come around on his own. The endless nights slowly dragging by, each holding with it a suffocating pause that felt to be drawing out longer and longer. Like the string of a bow, pulling tighter and tighter until it was closely reaching its breaking point, a moment of holding strong until it was too much to bear.

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It had been exactly nine days later when Joel eyelids flickered. His fingers twitched and convulsed as he finally began to regain consciousness.

A string of mumbles and panicked gasps uttered from his dry lips as he stirred awake. And Ellie and Ada were right there beside him. The young girl skidding on her heel as she took off through the door in order to grab Tommy.

“Joel? Can you hear me?” Ada asked delicately. Her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Tentatively reaching out to place her hand upon his as he moved to face her with squinted eyes.

“Wher...Where?” He tried to speak. His voice low and rough like gravel. It strained against his dry throat. Ada quickly moving to his bedside to help him drink from the glass of water placed beside him.

He winced but managed a few mouthfuls before lowering himself back down against his pillow. His tired eyes darted around the room, breath quickening and short the more the confusion set in as to how he’d ended up there.

“You're in the infirmary. You were out with Tommy and were attacked.” Ada explained carefully, Joel’s eyes drifting back towards her sat by his bedside. “Was anyone else hurt?” He asked. “Tommy got roughed up a little, bump on the head and a black eye. Couple of bruised ribs but he’ll be fine.”

Joel simply nodded at the information. His eyes never leaving Ada.

“Is Sarah okay? I assume she’s with Tommy, could you call her? Tell her I’m okay…” He spoke so casually, Ada almost didn’t hear what he’d said. But yet there was no change in his eyes as he asked the question. “How long do you reckon till I can head home?”

This question made Ada stop cold. Her heart slowing and her breath catching in her throat.

“Joel... do you know who I am?”

He looked at her like she was crazy, the confusion met in the touching of his dark brows creasing with his forehead. “Yeah, you’re my doctor.”

It was at that moment Ada almost collapsed. When she realised there was truly no hint of recognition in Joel’s eyes as he stared at her.

Her worst fear realised; her own husband saw her as a stranger.

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Only Mine: Chapter 3: Dinner Date

Summary: The night you dreaded the most is here. The date night with Bucky.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, mobster AU, mafia

Word Count: 3485

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To say you were nervous would be an understatement of the fucking century. You wanted to leave the city and never come back, but you knew that it wasn’t an option. First, you didn’t have enough money to build a new life somewhere far away from here, and secondly, you definitely didn’t have the courage to do so. Your whole life was here, in New York, and you didn’t want to give it up just because an asshole decided to bully you into having dinner with him.

Nat was furious, to say the least. She was planning a murder into great detail, and it was only then that you let yourself relax a little. She was telling you about a certain man being run through a meat grinder, and you had to laugh. Your best friend was a psychopath, and it was not up to debate. And you thought if you could be best friends with someone like her, you could definitely make it through one dinner.

Friday went on too quickly for your own good. Usually, your hours at work would tick slowly, and you’d be going little nuts before you could go home. But not on this Friday. Whenever you looked at the clock, it was always an hour or more later, and you prayed to whoever was listening to just stop the time so that you didn’t have to face Bucky.

By the time your workweek ended, a message had appeared on your screen. You hoped Nat was texting you to bring her some vodka for the weekend, but when you read the message, all blood rushed out of your face.

B: Wear something nice

Just like that, nothing more and nothing less. You so wanted to go make-up-less, in your old PJs just to see his pissed-off expression, but after last time, and the way he let one of his men hold you down as if you were a fucking criminal, you didn’t know if you had the nerve to face him like that again. What also pissed you about the message was the fact he simply texted you a command, no please, no sorry, nothing, and he didn’t even sign the message. For all, you knew it could be a wrong number.

You decided to play a little, even if you knew there was no chance of your victory.

Y/N: Who dis?

You knew he’d make a scene, and you looked cautiously around the people on the street, in case he was standing/sitting there somewhere, watching you like a hawk.

B: I told you not to play your fucking games with me, doll!

Y/N: Oh! I almost forgot a mobster was threatening me to go out on a dinner with him. Still haven’t changed your mind, bad boy?

You knew you were on thin ice, but you just couldn’t help yourself. He was by far the most infuriating person you’ve ever had the chance to meet. And you hope tonight would be the last time you saw or heard from him. You saw the three dots in the left bottom twirling, but you decided that you had enough, at least until you came home. You put your phone off airplane mode, put on some good music, and walked home.

When you reached your apartment, it was already half-past five, and you knew you didn’t have that much time to get ready. So you threw your phone away and marched to the bathroom. Even though you knew it wasn’t technically a date, and that you definitely didn’t want it to be a date, you still wanted to look representable. Not for Bucky, God forbid, but for yourself. You washed your hair, shaved from head to toe (and only because you wanted to wear that short dress, nothing more, you told yourself), scrubbed your face clean of all the dirt it caught during the day and applied a new full-face on.

By the time you were done, it was quarter to 7, and your heart gave an involuntary jump. You wanted to stay at home, with a glass of wine and a good book, maybe even order a pizza if you were feeling like it, but no. You had to go out on a date with a freaking mobster. Just your luck. You went to check your phone for new messages and then horrified realised you still had on the plane-mode. You quickly turned it off and waited until your signal came on.

When it did, your phone wouldn’t stop vibrating in your hand from the vast number of messages you received. Sure, some were from your friends, few from your mother telling you all about her day and how you dad was acting like a jerk again, but most of them were from the unknown number you knew was Bucky’s.

17:01 B: That big mouth of yours will get you into trouble one day.

17:05 B: Don’t taunt me, Y/N.

17:20 B: You giving me the silent treatment now? You think that’s a good choice?

17:34 B: You’re not as smart as I thought you were. Ignoring me won’t get you anywhere.

17:57 B: I swear to God if you aren’t at your place by the time I get there, all hell will break loose, I can promise you that.

18:09 B: Y/N????

18:15 B: ARE YOU OK?

18:21 B: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

18:27 B: ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE, Y/N!!!!

18:30 B: I’m coming for you!!!

You stared, horrified at your phone. You knew he’d be there any minute now, but you texted him nevertheless, trying to put out the fire before he had the chance to stand face to face with you.

18:48 Y/N: I accidentally left my phone of airplane-mode. I’m fine, and I’m ready. Calm down, Romeo.

You were most definitely getting hurt for your snarky remarks, but this man brought something in you, and that something definitely wasn’t of the good sort. You could see the three dots again, but then they disappeared. Suddenly, you could hear the sound of the door buzzer, telling you someone was standing outside of the apartment building. You quickly grabbed your purse and ran out of the door.

You took your time ascending the stairs, first and foremost because you didn’t want to break your leg in those heels, and then also because you knew Bucky would be pissing himself in the car. When you finally stepped outside, the giant guy from the other day (Dax, Drogs, Dork? whatever) was waiting for you, with his arms crossed over his chest. You wanted to be polite, so you smiled at him a little and nodded your head, but the only reaction you got was a low growl and him grabbing your upper arm to lead you towards the black SUV. What a cliché!

“Get in,” the guy hollered and pretty much pushed you into the open door in the back. “Ouch! Are all gentlemen fucking dead, or what?” You hissed as you bumped your head at the entrance.

“Because you’re such a ladylike!” Somebody growled from inside the car, and you had to squint to see that it was Bucky, seated at the other side. “Whatever,” you muttered and slammed the door, turning away from him. How you wished to be anywhere else at that moment.

The ride to the restaurant (at least you hoped it would be a restaurant and that he wasn’t driving you to an abandoned slaughterhouse to have some fun with you (yeah, you had to idea what mobsters did for fun).  

When the car halted to a stop, everyone got out of the car, leaving you behind. Both the driver and the big guy stood next to Bucky, and you could see other men flying around the area, swooping it from anyone they didn’t like. But nobody gave a shit about you. You sat there with a smirk on your face. Maybe he’ll forget you were there in the first place and you could actually have the night you wanted. At the same time, you were thinking about how he could’ve had so many women when he didn’t even know how to treat one. Not that you wished he treated you like those girls, but still. He took you out for dinner, and he didn’t even make sure you actually got out of the car.

He seemed to have realised that it actually took to people to have this weird “date”, and he turned around, confused look on his face, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his arms as if to tell you what the hell is wrong with you.

You just cocked your head and got out of the car. “Waiting on an official invitation, princess?” Smirk plastered all over his face, and you wanted to do nothing more than to wipe it off. You smiled sweetly at him and patted his shoulder. “Oh, no, I was just waiting when or if you even noticed that the girl you took on dinner wasn’t even there. You know, waiting for you to pull your head out of your ass and stop treating me like a pet, but,” you scoffed, “I guess I would want too much, huh?” You said, stepped around his security and went inside the restaurant.

Bucky stood there, wordlessly as if someone took his favourite toy. All the girls always jumped at the first opportunity to be with him, he could be a first-class asshole, and they would giggle and blush. He was so used to getting what he wanted, that when suddenly someone wasn’t acting according to the used pattern, he didn’t really know what to do.

The girl at the desk welcoming and seating the guest looks at you, waiting for you to tell her your name so she could see if you had a reservation.

“Barnes.” You say with a sweet smile, and her eyes go a little wide. But because she doesn’t see him anywhere, she frowns a little. “I know Mr Barnes, and I’m sorry Miss, but you don’t seem like him.”

Someone obviously entered in that moment and from the look of terror on her face, you don’t have to guess who it is. “You have a good eye, Linda, she really isn’t Mr Barnes. How about we skip the pleasantries, and you show us to my table?” She quickly nodded, and almost ran towards the most distant part of the restaurant, which was hidden behind a thing looking like a curtain. When she pushed the fabric away, you could see one table behind it, lit with candle lights. It would be romantic, hadn’t you know that he brought there probably every girl who slept with him. And if it wasn’t Bucky, of course.

You didn’t wait for him to tell you to go sit down. You couldn’t help yourself, but Bucky looked confused as hell ever since you got into his car. When you were both seated, another girl came in with two menus in her hand. But before she could distribute them, Bucky waved his hand to stop her. “No need. We know what we want. A bottle of your best Merlot, the beefsteak, medium, tell Mark that it’s for me, he’ll know what to do with it. And your spring salad for the lady.”

You clenched your jaw. You hated when people spoke for you. You weren’t a 5-year-old, and you definitely wouldn’t let someone as arrogant as Bucky to speak for you.

“Actually,” you said and look pointedly at Bucky, “I don’t drink red, so please, a glass of Chardonnay and sparkling water. And I sure as hell am not gonna eat a salad here. I heard your chef makes mean salmon?” You asked, and the girl just nodded, obviously flustered from the whole encounter. “Good, then a salmon with grilled vegetable for me, thank you.” The girl hurried away, and when she was behind the curtain, Bucky’s voice boomed at you.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What? Are you so insecure that you won’t even allow me to pick the food for myself? I’m a capable human being, well… at least very capable of making an order for myself. I’m not one of your easy girls, who’d agree with anything you said, or whatever they do. I’m my own person, Bucky, and if you don’t want me to get up right now, you better start treating me like that.”

Silence followed your little outburst. You could see Bucky fighting himself not to yell at you, his fists clenching and unclenching, just like his jaw. You weren’t feeling comfortable with him. He was so easily angered that you didn’t know what you could say, and what would be too much. Sure, you had the tendency to talk too much and be a sarcastic shit, overall, but that didn’t mean he could treat you as if you didn’t have a brain or any options. Whatever he thought, you still could walk out of there. Threats or not, you weren’t about to let him walk all over you.

“So, can we be civil now, or are you still gonna order me around and threaten me?” You asked with a small smirk playing on your lips.

“I haven’t threatened you yet, doll. And you sure as hell don’t want me to, trust me.”

“Oh, I trust you alright in that. Tell me about your day, mafia doing good?”

He squinted his eyes and cocked his head to the right. “Did you just ask me if mafia was doing good?” He asked, disbelief laced in his voice. The corners of your mouth were twitching, and you wanted to start laughing so bad. You were so nervous because of him that you said pretty much the first thing that came to your mind.

You could see him bite his lower lip, his jaw tensing a little, and a slight smile appeared on his face. When you let your mouth do what it needed, you burst out laughing, and Bucky soon joined you. It was the first relaxed thing the two of you did together (if we don’t count that particular night) and relief washed over you. So the guy can laugh, from time to time, you thought.

“Yeah, mafia doing great. How about the publishing house you’re working at, prospering and all?”

“I’d ask how you knew about where I worked, but I don’t even wanna know. Yeah, work’s good. I always imagined it a little differently, you know, the whole publishing process and I’m still not at the position I’ve always dreamt about, but I’m getting there.” You smiled at him.

“And what is it you want to do?”

You weren’t sure if he were really interested in what you were saying, but you decided to let it go. He asked, and that’s what counted. “I wanna be the person who says if and how something gets published. I wanna just read scripts and all that and decide whether it’s something our reader would enjoy or not. Pretty much my bosses position, you know? But I guess I’m doing the second-best thing. I now make sure that whatever gets out to the bookstores is the most polished version. It’s a pretty good job, and I really shouldn’t complain. Sorry, I’m rambling,” you realised and shut up.

People always told you that you talked too much sometimes, and you were aware of it, but when you were nervous, or you talked about something really close to your heart, you just couldn’t help it. And at that moment, you were both.

“Don’t apologise. I can see that it’s something you’re very passionate about. And I like the passionate side of you.” He winked at you, and you couldn’t help it and stuck your tongue at him. He laughed and shook your head at your childishness.

When the waitress came with the food, Bucky’s posture changed utterly. While it was just the two of you, and he was listening to you talk, he slouched a little, and his whole face relaxed. But when the girl walked through the curtain, he became the feared mafia boss again. And you hated to admit it to yourself, but you actually liked the previous, smirking, funny version of him, and this mobster guy was pissing you off a little. He was so self-assured and was letting everyone around him know, who the boss was.

The rest of the night undulated between these two positions or two faces of his, and you were now more intrigued than anything else. But after he paid for your dinner, only one face stayed plastered on him, and you felt a little disappointed.

He once again didn’t even wait on you as he was leaving the restaurant with his bodyguards, didn’t open the door for you, he was once again acting as if you were an object, forgetting about your presence. You were just one of the many girls, and he was showing you precisely what he thought of you.

“Peter, drive us to my apartment,” Bucky told the young guy who was driving, and you looked at him, confused.

“Don’t you wanna drop me off first?”

“Ha! You’re going with me, doll. The night’s still young, and we can have plenty of fun together.” He said slyly and touched your exposed knee. You swatted his hand away and looked at him, disgusted.

“I’m not going home with you, Bucky. Not a fucking chance. Peter? Could you drop me off at my apartment and then do whatever you want with your boss?” You leaned in closer to the front of the car and said to the driver.

“Who do you think you are? You do as I say!” Bucky now all but screamed.

“Watch yourself! I’m not your fucking pet, Barnes! If I don’t wanna go anywhere with you, then I’m not going. End of the story. I’m not gonna let an arrogant idiot tell me what I can and cannot do.” You took a deep breath and looked Bucky in the eye.

“Look, let’s just call it a night, and life? I mean, we both found out that this would never work, not that I didn’t know it before tonight, but still. I’m not a girl you can order around, and you’re not a guy I’m looking for, so let’s just part ways and never see each other again. Let’s not make this a pissing competition for you, you don’t have to prove yourself anything. I’m just too much myself, and you need someone unsure of themselves so that you could mould them into the person you want them to be.”

Bucky cleared his throat but kept looking at you, as if you fell out of the sky. Like you were an alien, speaking different language. Peter was watching him through the mirror, and Bucky just nodded at him, letting him know that he could drop you off first.

He was studying your face and your body even when you turned away from him and stared out of the window. You knew, or at least really really hoped that there was a decent human being under that pile of shit Bucky was presenting as himself. Peter stopped in front of your apartment building, and you thanked him silently. You turned to say goodbye to Bucky, but he didn’t even acknowledge your presence. You patted his thigh nevertheless and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“Learn to not be so tough all the time, Bucky. When you let go of this bad boy image, you’ll be an alright guy.”

You didn’t wait for his reaction and got out of the car, and rushed towards your door. Your heart was in your throat that you actually told him that, but calmed down when no-one followed you. This was interesting, to say the least, you thought to yourself, and hurried upstairs to tell Natasha all about the night.

What you didn’t know was that Bucky didn’t speak all the way to his villa, where he spent most of his time, especially when he didn’t plan on bringing a girl “home”. He owned the apartment solely for the reason to have something in the centre so that he didn’t have to drive too long before he could fuck them. But of the things going down with his business, and the place he called home was his villa.

He didn’t understand what was happening. He actually enjoyed talking to you, you had a brain, an ambition, and it was interesting to hear about your dreams and such. But then something would switch, and you wouldn’t give him a look, even. He wasn’t used to getting the silent treatment from anyone, and he both wanted to curse the night he met you, but at the same time wanted to get to know you better. He just didn’t know which side of him was winning.

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Adam Parrish couldn’t swim. His parents never taught him and he never bothered to teach himself. He didn’t have time to go swimming for fun anyway so it didn’t feel like a necessity to learn yet. Adam Parrish didn’t do things if they weren’t necessary.

That was his first regret when his body broke the surface of the ice-cold water that laid in Cabeswater. His second regret was never telling Ronan how he felt. His third regret was not eating that one pizza slice Gansey had offered him because it didn’t matter now anyway. He was sinking and there was nothing he could do.

His limbs were moving sluggishly through the water, his body weighed down by the clothes he wore. He tried to pull himself up as best as he could because giving up was not something he did. And yet, determined as he was, and always had been, he strayed further from the light of the sun shining down on the lake he had fallen in. He wasn’t sure if it was getting darker because he nearly reached the bottom or because he was losing consciousness.

Adam thought he could hear distant shouting, his name, over and over again, but the water distorted the sound. He should have felt scared, with death close enough to greet, but he felt oddly calm, the water swaying him away to a more peaceful place.

His eyes closed just as two arms wrapped around his body.

He woke to grass beneath his fingertips and his lungs filled with water.

“Parrish.”

Adam couldn’t open his eyes.

“Parrish, come on!”

Two hands were pressing on his chest. Another set of hands were closing his nose and opening his mouth.

He felt soft lips on his own, blowing air into his body.

“Adam!”

Water lurched out of him, nearly choking him in the process. He coughed until his throat was raw and he couldn’t see anything through the tears blurring his eyes.

There was a small hand pounding between his shoulder blades with just the right amount of force.

With shaking hands, Adam wiped the tears away, looking right into the worried faces of his friends surrounding him. Blue was next to him, tears rolling down her cheeks, Gansey was crouched down in front of him with a deep frown etched into his forehead, his hands nervously picking at each other.

Ronan was standing a bit further away but his skin was paler than usual, his chest heaving, his clothes drenched, hanging off his form limply. He was chewing his leather bracelets, a nervous habit he would probably never unlearn.

Adam wondered who had given him mouth to mouth.

“You scared us,” Gansey said unnecessarily. Adam touched his shoulder briefly to let him know that he was okay, he was too afraid his voice would betray him.

Gansey didn’t look convinced but he knew better than to argue with Adam. He just pulled him into a one-sided hug Adam returned and stood up.

“We need to get him somewhere warm,” Gansey said, his president voice on. “He’s shaking.”

“He nearly drowned himself in a lake, no shit he’s shaking,” Ronan finally spoke up. Adam didn’t know whether his heartbeat spiked from Ronan moving closer to him and crouching in front of him until they were eye-level or from almost dying. Ronan reached for the leather jacket that he had probably thrown somewhere before jumping after Adam and wrapped it around his shaking body. It smelled like Ronan, all leather and expensive perfume. Adam burrowed himself in it, seeking the more of the warmth it provided.

“I’ll take him to the Barns.”

Gansey started to protest but Blue shot him a glance Adam could feel even though it wasn’t directed at him.

“Are you sure?” Gansey asked, still unsure. Normally, Adam would have hated this, the overbearing behaviour, but now, confused and shivering from the cold that had settled in his bones, he felt a surge of love for his friend.

“The Barns sounds good,” Adam said, barely getting the word over his lips. He couldn’t feel them but he somehow managed to give sound to the words he was trying to utter and his friends were finally looking at him instead of each other.

Blue rubbed his back, Gansey bit his lip, and Ronan stretched out his hands. Adam took them.

Adam could feel his legs give out under him, the ground suddenly closing in on him. Two arms wrapped around him in a way that felt oddly familiar.

One arm remained around his middle while the other lifted his legs carefully. Suddenly he was buried against Ronan’s wet chest. Adam hoped the warmth that spread under the skin of his cheeks wasn’t starting to show.

Gansey and Blue trailed after them, Adam could feel their eyes on him.

“Should we take him to a hospital?” Blue asked quietly, Adam had to strain his ears to hear her.

“No hospital,” the other three said in unison. Gansey defeatedly, Ronan begrudgingly, Adam resolutely. They all had the same arguments before, they all knew the answer before the question was being asked.

“If it gets worse,” Gansey started but Ronan cut him off.

“Then I’ll force him.”

Adam was too weak to protest. The only thing he could focus on was the numbness in his fingers, the urging need to feel warmth seep through his skin.

They had learned about hypothermia in biology last year. From what he could tell his symptoms looked like a mild case but it would get worse if it wasn’t treated quickly.

Adam didn’t have time to deal with hypothermia, though. He had work in less than three hours and Latin homework that had to finished before tomorrow. Missing a shift or even one assignment left unfinished would have catastrophic consequences for him, for his future. But he couldn’t tell his friends that he was fine, there was no point in lying.

He didn’t have the energy to protest when he was lifted in the passenger seat of Ronan’s BMW. Especially not when he put the heater on full force and Adam couldn’t stop himself from relishing in the warmth. He stuck his shaking hands out to the heater and tried to ignore how Ronan’s gaze landed on them for a few seconds before driving off.

Adam must have missed what had transpired between the other members of his group because Gansey and Blue weren’t with them anymore.

Ronan noticed him looking to the backseat in the rearview mirror. “They took the Pig.”

Adam nodded and leaned his head back. He could feel Ronan’s worried glances every view seconds. He never put his foot off the gas pedal. They made it to the Barns in record time.

The car door opened on his side and Adam stumbled out, not waiting for Ronan to carry him again. He could walk himself and he managed, fuelled by his potent sense of pride. Ronan was still following him close by, though, his hand not quite touching his lower back, waiting for him to fall.

They made it through the door with a lot of stumbling on Adam’s part and grumbling on Ronan’s part. Adam was parked on the couch immediately, Ronan not quite running upstairs to fetch whatever would keep Adam warm.

His heart swelled a little at the concern Ronan showed. He buried himself further into the couch and closed his eyes, trusting Ronan to take care of him like he never trusted anyone before.

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Ronan didn’t lie, but he was a master at keeping secrets and Adam used to be one of them. But that was before Adam’s eyes turned glassy and walked to the edge of the lake, staring into the water with a far off look Ronan recognised as scrying. It was before Adam took one step too far and tumbled into the lake headfirst. It was before he waited one second, two seconds, three seconds and realised Adam wasn’t coming up. It was before he threw off his leather jacket and jumped in after him, wrapping his arms around Adam’s limp body, dragging him to the grassy field and blew air into his mouth, his stomach turning in desperation. It was before coughed up water, finally opening his eyes, and Ronan realised he could have lost him.

He came back with every blanket he could find in his little house, his steps faltering when he found Adam on the couch, his mouth half-open, his eyes closed. It shouldn’t scare him this much to see Adam unconscious, he was probably asleep, but he couldn’t help himself from feeling Adam’s neck for a pulse and sighing in relief when he felt a steady heartbeat.

Ronan gathered the blankets and tucked Adam in, careful not to wake him. He then opted for making soup, an old recipe Aurora used to make when Ronan had the flu. He had to do something or he would go insane. The lifeless body of Adam still burned behind his eyes.

He took out his phone and sent off a quick message to Gansey, telling him Adam was alright and then called Boyd’s. There was no way Adam could work tonight.

Ronan was almost done with the soup when he saw Adam stir from the corner of his eyes. He poured the soup into a bowl and brought it to Adam. He ate it without protest.

Adam’s skin was whiter than usual, his freckles standing out more prominently. Ronan resisted the urge to trail them with his fingers.

“Thank you,” Adam said, his voice gravelly. Ronan didn’t know it was because of sleep or because of the water filling his lungs not an hour ago. He didn’t want to think about it. Adam was here, next to him and he was okay.

Ronan shrugged, trying to regain some of his dignity. “It’s just soup, Parrish.”

Adam chuckled, he sounded exhausted. “I meant for saving me.”

Ronan wasn’t sure what to say to that. He wanted to say that of course he would save Adam, he would put his own life on the line if that meant Adam could keep his eyes open for just another day. That he would jump after him any time in any given situation. That he couldn’t lose Adam, not him too. That it would kill him if Adam wasn’t there to call him a shitbag and smile at him, breaking every wall that he had put up. He wanted to say that nobody made him feel the way Adam did and that he would risk anything to keep that, to keep him as close as he would let him.

Ronan stayed quiet, Adam looked like he understood anyways.

Adam turned the tv on, filling the loaded silence with quirky voices Ronan didn’t even pretend to pay attention to.

Adam's hand was facing upwards, resting on the mountain of blankets around his body. Ronan contemplated holding it, feeling Adam’s fingers between his own, just as a reminder that he was alive, that he was still here next to Ronan.

He didn’t take Adam’s hand.

He asked himself why. Adam presented him with a chance and he didn’t take it because why? Because he was scared? He had been more scared of Adam forever vanishing in the depths of the lake. He had to make a choice. Take the risk or forever live with the consequence of not having just a second of courage.

He bumped his hand against Adam’s.

Adam turned to look at him, their hands still touching. Adam’s skin was getting warmer already. His hand was rough and calloused. Ronan’s heart was racing when he turned his own head. Adam’s eyes were soft and kind, nothing like the hardened version he usually wore. Ronan had seen those hardened eyes in his dreams more often than he liked to admit, telling him that he didn’t have a chance. Adam was dangerous sometimes, wrapped in barbed wire to protect himself from anyone who tried to get closer to him. But now, on the couch of the Barns, their bodies almost touching, the soft glow of the tv lighting their faces, he was letting his defences fall, urging Ronan to get closer.

Ronan slowly raised his hand, his eyes never moving away from Adam’s. He tangled their fingers together and Adam smiled, a little crookedly. Ronan brought his other hand up, gently trailing Adam’s bottom lip with his thumb. Adam leaned into it, his breath hitting Ronan’s hand.

“Can I?” Ronan asked, his voice a whisper.

Adam didn’t answer. Instead, he moved closer, tilting his head, his eyes closing.

Their first kiss was slow and careful. Soft pecks and lips barely moving against each other, too afraid to push further.

Their second kiss was languid, the feeling of the other’s lips too important to not fully take in. It was light touches, a hand trailing up the other’s side.

Their third kiss was deep and passionate. Hands clenched into shirts, Ronan’s hand in Adam’s hair, brushing through the locks like he had wanted to do ever since he saw him walking up the road leading to Aglionby. It was exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. It was reaffirmation, Adam telling him he was still here and Ronan replying that he was not going anywhere.

Later, when they were both wrapped up in blankets, Adam’s head on Ronan’s chest, Ronan’s arms around him, Ronan finally let some tears fall. For what could have happened, for what he could have lost, for the relief he felt when Adam kissed his collarbone and told him to sleep.

The nightmares that plagued him this night would continue to plague him during many more but he woke with Adam in his arms, snoring softly in his ear and realised they would get through this. Together.

[propertyofwicked]

Could you do an a-z for dating dean please? I loved tom’s! 😍

i really enjoy writing these :) ive got a george one requested so i will be doing that later. hope you enjoy this one anon :)

a - argue

like the mature adults you guys are, any argument results in silent treatment till one of you realises your fault and apologises. sometimes it takes other people to point out your mistakes, but in the end you would talk it out, make compromises and understand your differences. a little goes along way with you and dean.

b - body (his favourite body part of yours)

dean likes your hands. he likes how they move to cup his face when you kiss, he likes how your fingers move effortlessly across your keyboard when you’re typing, he likes how they wrap around things ;) he likes how they fit perfectly in his and he likes how they run over the surface of his back.

c - care (caring for each other when you’re sick)

you both spend a lot of time away from each other, as he is away filming a lot and you are at uni or doing coursework. when you do get to spend time together and it happens that someone is ill, you’re still going to spend as much time together as physically possible. you’ll spend the day in bed, wrapped up warm. If you’re ill, dean wants to treat you like a queen. under no circumstances are you to leave the bed, unless it’s for the toilet, and even then, he keeps an eye on you to make sure you don’t pass out on the way. he’ll cook you food and bring you painkillers as often as needed. when he’s ill, you’ll do mostly the same, perhaps try and move him to the sofa or go for a walk for some fresh air.

d - dates (what do you guys do?)

to the start of your relationship, dean preferred to take you on high key fancy restaurants, but once you were comfortable settled together you’d go on cafe dates in-between lectures or just stay home and watch movies with some takeaway food.

e - engagements (how he proposed) 

dean had taken you to venice for your birthday, and spent the entire week spoiling you,as he usually would much to your protests. on the last night before you flew home, you went for dinner and on the way home, he took you to a cute little bridge, tucked away from the main town. whilst you were distracted by the stars appearing in the orange sky, he got down on one near and called out your name to gain your attention.

f - friends and family (do they like you/him?)

his parents loved you. his mum and you often cooked together whenever you visited for dinner, or you and his dad would talk about politics or the football. His little sister liked having a female around that was closer to her age, you were more of her friend than her sister-in-law. your parents liked dean, he was the most respectable boy you’d ever dated and they could see how happy he made you. out of each of your friendship groups, you both were the longest to be single, so your friends were just happy to see you not crying over some failed fling.

g - gifts

as dean was away for filming a lot, he often wanted to remind you of how much he loved you by getting flowers delivered to your house and when he was done filming, he’d sometimes brought back bits of set or props that he thought you would like. being a broke student meant that sometimes the only gift you could send would be some lovely photos specially for him ;)

h - how you met

often, your uni would use it’s rooms to host interviews for press tours, or q&a halls. the uni offered pay for a group of people to set up the rooms and pack up at the end so you volunteered. tt was here you ran into george and dean as it was a 1917 q&a. they were lost so you helped direct them to the room they needed to be in. dean actively stalked you down after the interview and asked if you’d want to go for coffee with him and you hit it off from there.

i - intimacy (how often are yall getting down)

whenever, wherever. he’s down. the amount of time you spend apart just builds up your need to be together, so you grasp at any chance you can to be physically intimate with one another. it’s when you’re bored of a tv program, or he’s wearing a suit, you get the gist.

j - jealousy

you get fairly jealous as dean works around and with a lot of people you believe to be better, prettier, that yourself. as much as dean reassures you, you can’t help yourself from wondering if he’d ever leave you for one of the actress he work with. dean doesn’t tend to be massively jealous, but the more time he spends away from you, the more jealous he gets. he fears that you will find someone who can be in your life more permanently and physically than he can.

k - kinks

dean likes edging/control. he loves to see you struggle to contain your release until he says so, and he loves to take you beyond the point of pleasure till you’re literally begging to cum.

l - long distance

with dean working away so much, long distance gets hard. Sometimes he manages to come home for the weekend, but he could be gone for 3 months at a time. every night, you facetime or call each other whilst just going about your daily routine together, as if he was there. just hearing each others voices daily was enough to keep you going till you saw each other again.

m - moving in

there was never really a point where you moved in with him. your stuff just started manifesting it’s way into his house, to the extent you’d spend ages searching your room for it only to realise you’d left it at dean’s. once you were going into your second year at university, you’d been with dean for almost a year and he just kind of suggested that you live with him to avoiding massive bills for uni halls, but everyone knew it was a ploy to be able to spend more time with you.

n - nights out

as a student, nights out were key to social engagements. so, your group of uni friends and their partners would head out to a local pub and spend the evening chatting drinking or playing darts. you’d both stumble home at the early hours and wake up several hours later with a pounding hangover.

o - open with each other

whilst he was away, it was hard to be fully open with each other, knowing that anything bothering you would just upset each other further as you couldn’t be with each other at the time. once he was home, however, it was easy to spend hours wrapped up together talking about anything that was on your mind.

p - pda

neither of you are particularly into massive displays due to the public eye being on you more often than not, but a simple hand hold or peck didn’t go amiss. dean preferred to save all of his affection for home, where he could properly show you how much you meant to him.

q - questions (what you talk about late at night?)

let’s be honest, you would go into any massively deep conversation it’d be more along the lines of “how was your day? what did you do?  did I ever tell you about the time that...” but it was the small moment s like that that counted.

r - reproduction (do you want kids?)

not at this point in time, as it is the start of your careers and you’re both pretty young but you had discussed it a little. if it was to happen by surprise, you’d both embrace it but one day down the line you fully plan to have atleast a child if not more.

s - surprising (what surprised you about him)

the simplicity of his happiness. it doesn’t take much to make dean smile, or let out a little laugh but every time he did you feel a surge of happiness rush through yourself. to see him happy made you happy, so you’d strive to do that as much as humanly possible.

t - together (what you do together)

you guys like watching movies, which isnt surprising given the nature of deans job. you also like to spend quite a lot of time in the bedroom ;)

u - under the influence (drunk vibes)

it was rather common that you’d be out separately, you out with uni mates or him with co stars. drunk calls were the best, both of you becoming the funniest people alive whilst intoxicated. when he chose to stay home and you’d make you way back, fumbling to get the keys in the lock subsequently waking him up, he’d come to you and put you in bed. he’d make sure there was a glass of water and painkillers and a bowl near your head. you’d do the same, but drunk dean is flirty dean and whilst you were trying to change him into sleepable clothing, he’d make comments like “at least by me dinner first”

v - vacations

a lot of your holidays were spent on set with him, but sometimes you’d go abroad to malta or somewhere remote. you preferred quiet, adventure holidays than expensive beach holidays.

w - wedding

you had the cutest wedding ever. it was in this converted barn, with both your families and friends attending and the reception was basically a massive party in very fitting taste for you and dean.

x - xray (when he’s hurt)

dean injured himself on set of 1917, where he slipped down a trench and twisted his ankle fairly bad. because of it, he was sent home for two weeks to recuperate, where you literally tended to his every need. you brought him food, drink, medication and care to the point where he literally had to make you spend time on your other work rather than him for some time. normally it would just end in you falling asleep, cuddling on the sofa, in your living room.

y - you (a random headcanon) 

you’d had a long and bad day at uni, so you came home stressed out of your mind, muscled tensed and a pounding headache. the moment you stepped foot into the flat, you bag dropped to the floor and shoes kicked to the side, you walked into the living room where dean looked up at you and sent you a small smile. he noticed the fatigue in your eyes and posture, moving to pat his lap for you to sit on. You found your way onto his lap, legs wrapping around his waist as he moved to lay down. you hands moved under his back to hold him properly and one of his arms snaked around your waist, the other moving to brush a hand through your hair. his head lifted up slightly to press a kiss onto the top of your head.

“bad day?”

“very. but it’s slightly better now.”

“you’re very welcome babygirl”

z - zzzzzzzzzzzz’s (sleeping routine)

dean would be in bed before you every night without fail as you’d be sat doing coursework till late. but he always stayed awake till you made your way into the room and held out his arms for you to climb into and rest your head on his chest. his hands would go straight to your hair and brush through them softly, lulling you into a deep sleep that he too would fall into soon after you.

[omgrachwrites]

Schooled (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OC

Summary: After the passing of Ava’s father she starts acting out which drives her right into the arms of one gorgeous Professor Barnes.

Warnings: fluff, lil bit of angst, mentions of dr*gs

Words: 2260

A/N: Can you guys believe I’ve posted twice in one week?! I don’t think I’ve ever typed the word ‘Shakespeare’ so many times and on Shakespeare day as well, its pretty fitting! I hope you guys all enjoy this, please let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged just shoot me an ask! I love you guys very much! xxx

Part Four - Halloween

Bucky sighed to himself as again he marked another unsatisfactory essay, he couldn’t believe those essays were written by the students in his class. The first few were okay but barely, the next couple had just been plain rubbish and the essay that he had marked before this one was downright plagiarised. He looked up at his students who were working on their projects with the exception of Ava and Loki; they were passing notes to one another. Bucky thought that he should say something but he didn’t want to single out Ava. Again. He remembered how embarrassing that was from his own college days.

He raked a hand through his fluffy hair as he looked back down at the pile of essays that he should have marked weeks ago. Now was the perfect time to get the marking done before the work load piled up. Turning over the top essay he saw that it was another one on Shakespeare. He was pissed off with himself, why the hell did he put Shakespeare on the syllabus? The last essay he had marked on Shakespeare there was an author’s note at the bottom of the page, explaining why they thought that Shakespeare was a ‘cool guy’.

Bucky was sure that being a ‘cool guy’ wasn’t very high on Shakespeare’s list of what he wanted to leave behind. Massaging his temples, Bucky looked at the name that was at the top of the essay and saw that Loki had written it. Loki had transferred from Cambridge with a glowing recommendation and now it was Bucky’s chance to see if he lived up to his expectations.

From the first paragraph of the essay Bucky was hooked, it was probably one of the most engaging essays that he’d read about Shakespeare. It was plainly obvious that Loki was passionate about Shakespeare and that was what Bucky wanted in a student, somebody with a bit of passion. By the time that Bucky had reached the end of the essay it was obvious that this was the highest mark on a paper so far. It was so good that Bucky would have even allowed an author’s note about how cool Shakespeare was and it would have even made him laugh.

“Mr Odinson,” Bucky started and Loki looked up with wide eyes, Ava also looked up at him, “I really enjoyed your essay about Shakespeare, it’s the best one I’ve read in a while.”

Loki looked slightly confused and hesitant but he smiled all the same, “well, thank you very much sir,” Ava nudged Loki’s arm and gave him the most dazzling smile that Bucky had to look away.

“Right guys and gals, get going and please enjoy your weekend. Next time we’ll be picking up Shakespeare, Hamlet to be exact,” his announcement was met by an influx of groans but Loki looked excited, “oh, don’t sound so glum, according to Mr Owens, William Shakespeare was a cool guy,” he grinned and there came a whoop of agreement.

“Yes! Right on sir!” Bucky laughed and dismissed the class; Ava shot him a faint smile on her way out.

As Ava walked out, Steve was walking in and did a double take when he saw Ava, “wait, what the fuck?” Steve mouthed and he backtracked himself into the hallway.

Groaning, Bucky stood up and followed his friend out of the lecture hall, “Steve come on! Don’t,” Bucky pleaded but it was too late.

“Ava?” Steve called out, way to keep a low profile Bucky thought, Ava turned around at the mention of her name.

“Steve? Is that you?” she laughed and narrowed her eyes, “I’d ask what you’re doing here but obviously by the look of those shorts you’re the gym coach,” she gestured at his outfit, causing Steve’s ears to go red, “is Sam here too? Maybe we could have ourselves a lovely little reunion,” she rolled her eyes at Bucky.

“I thought that you had graduated university,” Steve said slowly, pointing out the obvious and he looked from Ava to Bucky and Bucky shrugged nonchalantly.

“Yeah Steve, so did I, I mean that is what you told us right Ava? Or at least that’s what you implied,” Bucky knew that he was acting like a child but it was hard for him not to feel offended. Especially when she looked so beautiful in ripped blue jeans and an oversized green sweater.

“Oh my god Bucky, all I did was lie to you! I didn’t realise that it was a crime, maybe your pretty face kept you safe from women lying to you but we’ve all got to start somewhere,” she walked up to him, “so please, stop treating me like a fucking war criminal, alright?” she snarled, jabbing him in the chest.

This girl certainly was a far cry from the woman that he’d met in Greece, “it was good to see you though Steve, really it was,” she looked around the corridor to make sure no one was coming before she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Steve’s cheek. She shot an angry look at Bucky as she walked off down the hallway.

Steve looked amused and was about to say something but Bucky shot him a venomous look that made him shut up. Bucky sighed and the two best friends walked off down the hallway together and into the car park.

“So,” Steve started, deigning it safe to speak as they squeezed themselves into Steve’s tiny vintage car, “tough break huh, where do you want to go for lunch?”

Bucky was starting to get a migraine from all the marking he had done and the frustrating encounter that he’d had with Ava in the hallway, “yes Steve, it is a tough break, I must have been especially wicked in a past life to deserve this, and honestly, I don’t mind. As long as they sell Irish coffee, I need some sort of alcohol,” he sighed, rubbing his temples.

Steve nodded as he started the car and when he spoke, his voice sounded a little weird and high pitched, “I know the perfect place, I’ll call Sam on the way and see if he’s free to meet us.”

About ten minutes later Steve was pulling up outside a little café, it was absolutely packed inside so Steve and Bucky sat outside – it was a pretty nice day – to wait for Sam. When Sam turned up there were a group of girls that giggled and swooned at Sam as he walked to Steve and Bucky’s table, he was still in his firefighter uniform. Bucky rolled his eyes and grinned as Sam sat down opposite him, he couldn’t see why Sam just couldn’t get changed into regular clothes before he came out on his lunch break.

“Sam, you could have at least gotten changed, you’re making the rest of us look bad,” Bucky chuckled and Sam shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry Buck, I just can’t help it if the ladies love me,” Sam winked, “how are you and that incredibly hot TA?”

Bucky shrugged, shaking his head as he nervously began to rip up the napkin that was in front of him, “that incredibly hot TA and I can be nothing but good bed mates,” Sam was saved from replying because at that moment the waiter came to their table to take their order.

“Just three coffees please man,” Sam said to the kid who nodded and scrawled it down in his notebook.

“Make one Irish,” Bucky smiled and turned to look at Steve who looked crestfallen which was pretty out of character, he was staring at his shoes. Bucky was about to ask him what the matter was but a lightbulb went on in his head and he smirked, “oh my god. It’s here isn’t it? She works here,” at Bucky’s words Steve’s head whipped up and a dark flush spread out across his cheeks which confirmed Bucky’s suspicions.

“Who works here?” Sam frowned, on the wrong page from everybody else and Steve gave Bucky a threatening look which Bucky promptly ignored.

“The girl he’s got a crush on, I hear she’s an English beauty,” Bucky chuckled and clapped Steve on the shoulder, “I just can’t understand why you won’t ask her out.”

Steve looked at his best friend like he’d just suggested the most outrageous plan, “what the hell are you talking about Buck? I can’t just ask her out, a woman as beautiful as her must have a boyfriend. She could do a lot better than me anyhow,” Steve shrugged, he’d been nervous around girls ever since high school.

“Seriously man, our local bar is throwing an early Halloween party tonight. How about you invite her to that?” Sam suggested reasonably and Steve rolled his eyes shaking his head.

“It’s three weeks till Halloween; it’s completely ridiculous celebrating it this early!”

“Yeah, that wasn’t really my point,” Sam sighed, “but never mind,” Steve fell silent almost instantly when their coffees were brought out.

They were brought out by a pretty woman with short dark hair and by the look on Steve’s face this was the woman that he’d been lusting after. Steve was hopeless when he was around women that he liked, that was made plainly obvious as Steve wouldn’t say a word to the waitress when she came outside to collect cups and plates. She even smiled at him once which caused Steve to completely lose his head and spill coffee all down himself. When Steve went to the restroom Buck wrote Steve’s name and number down on the bill.

“He’ll thank me one day,” Bucky said to a smirking Sam.

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Ava walked out of her room, her heels clacking on the hardwood floor and she stood in front of Loki, turning on the spot, “what do you think about my sort of costume?” she giggled, she was going to an early Halloween party with Wanda and MJ tonight. She had decided to go as a princess but she made her outfit casual so it could be seen as normal party attire.

Loki leaned back on the couch, raising an eyebrow appreciatively as he looked her up and down, “you look fantastic.”

Ava giggled and flushed slightly at the compliment, “are you sure that you won’t come? It won’t be the same without you.”

“I might come later on but if I don’t, have a wonderful night love and stay safe,” he smiled and Ava nodded, blowing him a kiss before she headed out of the door.

Ava met MJ and Wanda at the bar and Wanda held up a sandwich bag with cookies in the shape of ghosts inside, “they’ve got pot in them,” she giggled, during the first three weeks of their final year Wanda had taken up a new hobby, “senior year of college is fantastic!”

“Maybe later Wand,” Ava giggled, shaking her head, “do you girls want some cocktails then?”

Soon enough the three girls – after one too many cocktails – were dancing in the middle of the room, drinks in hand. They’d also had a little nibble of Wanda’s homemade pot cookies but they weren’t really giving any effects at the moment.

“I still can’t believe that Bucky is your goddamn professor!” MJ shouted down Ava’s ear as she sucked her iced cocktail off the stirrer. Ava giggled, playing with the ends of her hair, not getting a chance to reply as Wanda spoke up.

“Are you going to start sleeping with him again though?” she asked and Ava shook her head, too much had happened between them.

“No, I’ll get us some more cocktails shall I?” she didn’t wait for an answer before she walked over to the bar, desperately wanting to get away from the conversation. While she was at the bar she felt a hand on the small of her back, she turned to see that it was Loki. He looked so handsome. He’d sprayed his curly blonde hair black and he was dressed in Victorian attire.

“Loki! You came!” she giggled and gave him a hug; he chuckled as he kissed the top of her head.

“Are you drunk?” he asked.

“Loki,” she gasped playfully, “however did you guess?”

“Well Miss Stark, your cheeks are perfectly rosy from the liquor and you look undeniably beautiful,” Ava giggled at his words and gave the gorgeous boy another hug. Over his shoulder she saw Steve – with a beautiful woman – Sam and Bucky. Bucky had some beautiful blonde perched on his knee. Despite herself, Ava couldn’t look away.

Loki pulled away from the hug and followed Ava’s line of sight, “ah, do you fancy Professor Barnes?“ he smirked.

“Something like that,” Ava thought there was no point in lying about it; she was still attracted to Bucky.

“And, he’s looking this way, how about we give him a show?” he winked and Ava nodded, wondering what he could mean.

In a flash Loki had her in his arms, leaning her back slightly, “I hope this doesn’t make things awkward between us,” he murmured before kissing her. She was pleasantly surprised but only for a second before she kissed him back, running her fingers through his thick curls. Loki grunted into the kiss as Ava pushed up against him before pulling away and the pair turned to look at Bucky.

The woman was now sitting beside him instead of on his knee and he was looking at Ava and Loki with a mingled look of amusement and perhaps something else, Ava couldn’t be entirely sure.

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[ijustwant2write]

Our First Night-Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Masterlist

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) are spending their first night together, no big deal to most couples, especially after months of dating. However, both feel nervous for different reasons, but neither want to show it.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Platonic), Steve Rogers x Reader (Platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: slight insecurity, but mostly pure, pure, pure fluff

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"Don't be so nervous, you're only staying in the same bed." Wanda said to me as I set down my overnight bag on the floor. "I can't help it. We've been together for months now, but this feels....more intimate." "Well, it is. It's the first time you're spending twenty four hours with each other, and in the same bed." "I'm probably just over thinking it." I sighed. She pulled me in for a hug, sensing how nervous I was."No you're not. It's perfectly normal. I bet Bucky is nervous too. Actually I know so because he's been fussing over everything today, he wants to make sure everything is neat and tidy for you." "But I've been here so many times, it wouldn't matter to me." "Yes but it does to him." We heard the sound of boots clamping against the floor, stopping our conversation. Bucky appeared coming round the corner, both of us grinning like idiots when we saw each other. Wanda took that as her cue to leave, Bucky acknowledging her as they passed each other. I sighed in comfort as Bucky wrapped his arms around me, pulling away to kiss me slowly and gently. "I missed you doll." he whispered, kissing me again. "I missed you too. I hate when you go on long missions. Or even missions at all." He chuckled, reaching down to pick up my bag."Did you not want to pack the rest of your apartment?" He pretended it was ridiculously heavy, groaning as he shook his hand for effect. I laughed at him, playfully hitting him before he put his arm around my shoulder, guiding us further into the building. Butterflies filled my stomach as we carried on talking, I couldn't believe this was finally happening; I felt like a teenage girl again. Although Bucky and I had dated for a while, we had postponed the idea of staying overnight at each other's places. He hadn't been sure of himself, his night terrors may have been at bay for some time but he didn't want to risk it with me. Alongside this, he hadn't been with a girl since the forties, and (obviously) since then his memories of easily wooing women had all but disappeared. So when he asked me out, it was a huge surprise to everyone. We made it to his room, and I could sense the tension in his body. Like a gentlemen, he let me in first, setting my bags down as we entered. I had been here before, only briefly, and I wasn't surprised by the neatness of the room, everything was organised. The only thing that caught my eye was a new picture frame on his bedside table. I picked it up, my heart melting at the picture in it; it was of us at one of Tony's parties, him decked out in a fancy suit, as well as I in a floor length gown. It had been the first time he attended one of these parties, and he had said it was all down to me, that I have him the confidence. Well I had never cried so much in my life. "You look gorgeous in that photo." he said as he wrapped his arms from behind me. I still looked down at the picture."And you look so handsome. When did you get this printed?" "Weeks ago, I had to have it next to me. When I rarely wake up from a night terror, that picture calms me, makes me aware of who I am, makes me out you first." I turned my face to kiss his cheek, setting the picture back down. As I faced him, I noticed his hands shaking slightly. Softly smiling at him, I stroked his cheek, his beard tickling my fingertips. "You sure you're OK with this?" I asked. He nodded."Yes, I want you here with me. It's just...just different is all." "We'll only be sleeping together. I mean-what I meant was-" "I know what you meant. Come on, I'm taking you out for dinner." My cheeks were starting to hurt from how much I was smiling. Bucky had treated me so well, opened up to me and put his trust in this relationship. At first it had been a somewhat odd match, but over time I realised that this was right. He may have been from decades ago, but I believed that we were meant to meet. Fate, destiny, whatever you wanted to call it had an odd way of working, but I wouldn't change these momenta with Bucky for the world. As we got back to the HQ, I couldn't help but notice Bucky's tightening grip on the steering wheel. He was solely focused on the road, eyes like daggers and the smile I loved so much had gone, his lips in a tight line. My worries started to surface. Was he regretting his decision? Had he realised that he didn't want this intimacy with me? Of course it was alright if he had changed his mind, I wanted him to be comfortable, but I had been so excited to have this night with him. I decided not to say anything for now, perhaps he was over thinking it, or his mind was just somewhere else at the moment. However, his expression didn't change as he parked up, sitting in silence as he turned off the engine. Gingerly reaching over, I slipped my hand in his, relieved when he smiled at me. Nothing had to be said between us, we knew what the other person was thinking. We headed to the kitchen, intending to grab some plates and forks for the dessert we brought home in a doggy bag, though I was startled by the figure sitting at the breakfast table; Bucky of course didn't flinch. It was Steve, nursing a coffee over numerous files, twirling a pen in his hand. "Steve, what are you doing up so late? It's midnight." I softly said as we walked in. He looked up from the papers, a short, breathy laugh escaping him."Guess I didn't realise the time. Had to look over these mission reports." "What you need is to go to bed. You may be a super soldier, but super soldier's still need sleep." "Yes ma'am. How was your night?" "Lovely thank you. We brought some dessert back, you want some?" "No thank you. You two enjoy it." Bucky gathered everything he needed, asking if I was ready to go. I hesitated, wanting to talk to Steve in private but without him knowing. I shook my head, telling him to go ahead whilst I grabbed a drink. He did as I said, saying goodnight to is best friend. Grabbing a glass, I poured water into it, taking a long drink to ensure Bucky was gone before speaking again. "Has, um...has Bucky said anything about tonight?" I asked Steve, suddenly becoming nervous. He set down the pen and mug, knowing how I was feeling."Yes, wouldn't stop going on about it." "OK, uh, I only asked cause-" "(Y/N), it's a big step for both of you. You’ve been so patient with him, letting him take the lead with most of the relationship. Neither of you would force the other to do something they didn’t want to. Go on, he’ll be waiting for you.”

“Thanks Steve. Please go to bed soon!”

God, why was my heart beating so fast? I placed my hand on my chest, taking deep breaths. Nothing sexual was going to happen, not that I thought so anyway, that was another big step we would get to when the time came. What if he didn’t like how I looked sleeping? What if I snored tonight? Drooled? Tossed and turned, kicking him in the process? A blanket hogger? I was really thinking too much into this, though I assured myself that all couples probably thought about these things. My relationship was just a little different, seeing as I was dating a hundred year old super soldier who saved the world practically every other day. 

Slowly entering the room, I saw Bucky taking off his shoes at the end of the bed, looking up at me as I walked in.“You OK?”

“Yeah, just talked to Steve. He really needs to sort out his sleeping pattern.”

We got ready for bed, me working around his nighttime routine, fitting mine in next to his. Bucky climbed in bed before me, setting up the dessert on the plate for when I came out. He looked so innocent tucked in bed, and I almost ‘awed’ at the sight. We snuggled up together, digging into the cake, appreciating how delicious it was. It was gone way too quickly, and we found ourselves brushing our teeth side by side, laughing at how silly the other person looked. Simultaneously we got back into bed, relaxing into the warmth left behind, and instinctively shuffling towards each other. What had I been so worried about? This was...this was just lovely!

“I can’t believe you’re really here.” he whispered, stroking back my hair.

“Me neither. This is so nice.” I replied.

He pulled me closer, and I accidentally shivered at the touch of his metal arm. He quickly retracted it, a sign of fear crossing his face.

“No, it’s OK, just a bit cold.” I reassured him, pulling his arm back to me.

“Are you sure?”

“Course, it’ll get warm in here...oh god that sounded weird.”

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed since we got in bed. We talked for a while, our speech tired, quiet and slow. Eventually we decided to go to bed, turning off the lamps either side of bed before settling back in bed. We somehow started spooning, Bucky behind me, though I could feel him fidgeting, trying to get comfortable. I ignored it for a certain amount of time, hoping he was just that type of sleeper.

“Bucky,” I breathed out,“are you alright?”

He slid away from me, lying on his back as he sighed.“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. What’s wrong?”

“I’m just not used to sleeping like this.”

“Oh, well, we don’t have to cuddle throughout the night, I’m sure we would have untangled ourselves-”

“No, no, it’s not you. I...I don’t sleep with the arm on, it’s not really made for comfort.”

“Then why didn’t you take it off?”

“Wouldn’t it freak you out?”

“No, of course not. I’m not going to let you lose sleep over this.”

“Oh, OK...” he took it off, and I could sense that he was still unsure. 

“Bucky,” I scooted closer again, resting my head on his shoulder,“you need to tell me these things. I want you to be comfortable.”

“But I want you to be comfortable too!”

“Do you really think I would be dating you if I was freaked out by your arm?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Exactly. I just...I love you, just the way you are.”

He didn’t say anything, instead finding my face and kissing me; I could feel him smiling, making me do the same. Now I could feel him relax, content with his usual sleeping routine. I didn’t move, draping an arm over his torso, an amazing surge of love filling me. This was another step for us, another chapter filled, and I couldn’t wait for many more.

[bookscoffeeandracoons]

The Birthday Cake

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Wordcount: 1630

Warnings: some cursing and just fluff

A/N: This is for @nerdy-bookworm-1998

Happy Birthday, sweets! I hope you’re having a wonderful day! This is just a little pressie but I really hope you enjoy it! ❤

To everyone reading this; comments and/or reblogs would be greatly appreciated! I’m not a regular fic writer so I hope this turned out well 😊

This wasn’t beta read so all mistakes are my own.

With a bright smile and your hands full of bags - that contained some things you had still needed for your birthday party and a little treat in form of a new outfit for later - you were making your way home.

You had been to the hairstylist for some new colour and a new haircut. So you had used the opportunity of being in the business area to do some shopping.

You bought some decorative items and had enough time to go and buy a pretty top, some new perfectly fitting pants, and new heels.

You had wanted those heels quite a while but they were a little expensive. Today you had thought “So what? It’s my birthday!” and had just bought them. You had to treat yourself good on your birthday, right?

You had felt amazing when trying on the new outfit and couldn’t wait to wear it later. You also had a feeling that your boyfriend would like it just as much as you did. After all it complimented you just perfectly and with your new freshly styled hair you felt like a fresh morning. Ready to start a new year of your life.

 As you reached your home you started to fish around for your keys in your handbag. The shopping bags were rustling and the keys were jingling in your handbag but you could have sworn that you had heard something that sounded very much like your boyfriend cursing behind your door. Your smile faltered for a second as you wondered what the hell was going on inside. The keys finally found their way into your hand and you quickly unlocked the door and walked in.

“Shit, shit, shit”, you heard the deep voice coming from the kitchen as the biting smell of smoke hit your nose.

You dropped the bags and rushed to the kitchen. The first thing you noticed was the thick grey smoke and then you saw the glinting metal of Bucky’s arm. With a kitchen towel in hand he was trying to do his best impression of a fan to get the smoke out of the wide open window.

“Bucky?” you asked to get his attention. He whirled around to you, his supersoldier senses apparently caught up with whatever was going on here before you arrived.

“Hey doll,” he said in between two coughs.

“What happened?” you asked while you stepped further into the smoke to start the kitchen hood. Maybe that would help to get the thick grey clouds out of the room.

“Errrm”, he looked around as if he would find the answers somewhere in the room.

“I maybe tried to bake you a birthday cake”, he admitted with an almost shy smile. You took a closer look at him.

His black t-shirt was dusted with the white powdery leftovers of flour and on his left arm was some dried cake dough. The dark stubble on his cheeks also looked like it was suddenly turning white. And on his grey sweatpants were some blurred handprints that obviously were made of flour and cocoa powder.

With the slightly embarrassed expression on his face and the kitchen towel that whirled around him he looked adorable. But it was still too funny to see the super skilled, absolutely lethal and ridiculously attractive Avenger defeated by the attempt to bake a cake. You just had to laugh.

In the time that you had been dating Bucky he had made you breakfast and even dinner. He was a great cook and enjoyed trying out new recipes together with you. Somehow you had never baked together, though. You hadn’t thought about that until now but with him standing in the middle of the smoke, all messed up, and the smell of burned cake filling your home you thought that maybe this was the one thing Bucky Barnes hadn’t mastered yet.

“So what exactly went wrong?” you wanted to know. Still somehow laughing although the smoke started to burn in your throat.

“I’m not quite sure”, he shrugged his right shoulder, while still spinning the kitchen towel around in his left hand. “I’m sorry, doll. I wanted to surprise you with something sweet and not with a smelly kitchen.”

He looked as if he was mad at himself. His brows were drawn together and his mouth was a tight line.

“It’s alright, Buck!” you smiled at him while stepping right in front of him and wiping the flour from his cheeks. “I already baked a cake. It’s sitting in my mum’s fridge. I’ll pick it up later.”

Somehow he didn’t look satisfied with your answer.

“I know, but this one was supposed to be just for the two of us”, he now wrapped his right arm around you and pulled you closer. “I thought we maybe take some time for us before your party tonight. It’s only midday, there would have been plenty of time to get comfy on the sofa and just enjoy ourselves with a nice piece of cake.”

He leaned down and nudged your nose with his. You tilted your head up and gave him a light kiss before answering.

“That was a great idea and thank you” you kissed him again before looking up into his beautiful pale eyes that still seemed to be disappointed. “Maybe we could still just spend some time before the party? Watch a movie or just cuddle up on the sofa?” you offered. Even though he wasn’t particularly happy about his work you were still amused and a little more in love with him than you had anyway already been. If that was even possible.

But how many women could say they had a man like Bucky Barnes, who also tried to bake them a cake? Who also looked so adorable while failing at the task?

“Whatever you want, doll”, was his soft reply. “What if I take you out for lunch instead? I just have to clean the kitchen and myself up.” He pointed at the mess on the counter, that you hadn’t paid any attention yet. Among all the bowls and the cake pans with the black coal, that once could have been a cake, sat a big bowl with something in it, which suspiciously looked like chocolate frosting.

“What’s that?” you indicated at that one filled bowl.

“That’s the frosting. I think that turned out alright but as the cake is lost I’ll just throw it away along with the rest.” He sighed and picked up the baking pan. “I also have to get you a new one of these. This thing has been through some shit that can’t be undone anymore.”

You had to laugh again. That baking pan was really lost. Somehow it seemed to have burned edges itself. You had no idea how that could even happen.

You stopped laughing as you realised that Bucky wanted to throw away perfectly fine frosting. Stepping away from him you went to the counter and dipped your finger into the creamy chocolate goodness to try it. As soon as the frosting touched your tongue you sighed in bliss. This frosting came right out of some chocolate wonderland.

“You’re not throwing this away, Bucky”, you said sternly.

“Why? We don’t have anything to put it on”, he argued.

“Just give me a spoon. This frosting is heavenly and doesn’t need a cake.” You were already picking up the bowl to make your way to the living room with it.

Now Bucky was laughing. He dropped the kitchen towel, the air anyway was much clearer by now, and stepped into your path.

“I maybe have a better idea than the spoon”, he winked at you.

“And what idea would that be?” you wanted to know.

“Why don’t you just hold on to that bowl?” was his only answer as he swiftly picked you up. With a squeal you clutched the bowl and Bucky just chuckled.

With your legs in his left arm and his right one wrapped tightly around your back he carried you out of the kitchen and brought you to the sofa.

Just before he dropped you he looked at you as if he just noticed something.

“Is that a new hairstyle?”

“Yep, it is”, you nodded happily. He smiled and just looked at you.

“I like it. It suits you, doll.” Right after he had complimented you a small frown crawled back into his handsome face. You were just starting to worry if he didn’t like something when he spoke again.

“That means I shouldn’t mess it up, right?” A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“If possible, that would be good”, you smiled back.

He put you down on the sofa and before you knew what was going on Bucky dipped his right index finger into the bowl and dappled a chocolaty dollop of frosting onto your nose. For a second you had no idea how to react but as you looked at his cheeky smile you just had laugh again.

“Why did you put it on my nose?”

“Because I thought it would look cute,” he answered simply. “Don’t worry I’m planning to clean you up again”, he grinned.

“But I think I still owe you a little something for your birthday and I’ll do my best to not mess up your hair”, his voice had suddenly become a little darker and you noticed the heat rising in your cheeks while a giggle escaped from your lips.

Bucky leaned down to you and kissed the dollop of frosting off of your nose. While another laugh washed over you Bucky put the bowl away and leaned down again.

Right before his lips touched yours he whispered and you could feel his warm chocolaty breath on your mouth.

“Happy Birthday, doll.”

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Thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed it!

[hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall]

The Smile - Chapter 3/7

A Pairing: Loki x OFC

Summary of the story: She was a mutant with healing powers. Avengers were her family and she did all she could to protect them. She always tried to see the good in others. The smile. Beautiful and unique one was something she noticed in Loki and fell in love with. But not every love story ends the same way, and not every prince comes on his white horse and the story ends with a happy ending… Or maybe?

Story Warnings: Angst, a bit of violence, psychological issues like low self-esteem, depression, anxiety; swearing, eventual fluff and smut - maybe.

A/N: This is my first Loki story I have written, so I am quite excited. I planned to post it as a two-chapter story, each with around 10 000 words but assumed it was too much, so I will divide into 7 parts. I portray Loki as a bit of a dick here, so I hope you will bear with me and despite all this will enjoy reading this story, as much as I do writing it :)

If you want to be tagged to this or any other of my stories, please send me an ask <3

Words: 1626

She came to the Avengers level from time to time to join them at the dinners. She watched movies with Barnes and let Rogers talk to her about new painting exhibitions he'd love to see. She cooked with Wanda and Vision and made sure to bake some extra cookies for Tony and Sam. Always getting some extra chocolate or peanut butter. She was present on the level but she wasn't really there. The smile she was giving them was fake, and there were no jokes from her. Those terrible jokes that made even Steve laugh.

She was always at the bay ready to help and always stayed in her room after all was done, to gain her energy back. She was hiding from people more and more. Getting her food from her own house, not to have to go to cafeteria. After all she was a freak. And everyone who were at the party knew that.

She hasn't seen Agent Smith since the party, but she hoped she got her money back. She doubted Loki wouldn't give them to her. 

Well she hasn't talked to the God since the encounter at the corridor. She saw him at Stark's dinners, or where she came to cook for the team, but never spoken to him, neve looked his way. She decided to give up. If he hated her she would not force him for any unnecessary encounters.  She was a big girl, she couldn’t help her stupid little broken heart. She was a freak and freaks did not deserve to be happy. She promised herself to show the Avengers the support. They deserved it, but her happiness? She didn't care about it. She  was always alone, after all.

She frowned and looked at her computer when she got a notification. The Avengers didn't go on any mission, which meant one of the normal agents got really hit. It was already her after hours but she just shrugged, not like she got somewhere to go.

She took her medical equipment and headed to the med bay. When she went through the doors she froze seeing redhead on the bed. There was a lot of blood and her partner was holding her hand. She must have fainted as there were no screams. Maybe better. Liz took a step and jogged to the bed.

"What happened", she asked one of the nurses, who was preparing the agent. Her partner apparently recognised the doctor from the party as he tensed.

"Three shots. One on the shoulder one on the stomach and one near legs. We think she may start bleeding internally very soon." Liz nodded her head and frowned looking at the other agent.

"We need you to leave the room. I will come and talk to you when we're finished." He clenched his jaw and looked her in the eyes.

"Listen, what happened at the party..."

"Doesn't matter. Please leave and let me do my job" her voice was calm, despite the nervousness she felt. He nodded his head and left. This gave a woman a way to take a deep breath. She turned towards the wounded and looked through the information the nurse gave her.

"I will need help with that", the nurse nodded and started preparing. "I know its after hours, but I won't be able to do it alone. And well I don't want to wake doctor Banner..." The young woman smiled and shook her head.

"No worries doctor Call, I'm happy to help", she answered putting on her second glove.

"I'm gonna control her blood flow and I need you to take the bullets out. Can you do that?" The nurse nodded and they got to work.

*

The last bullet was the hardest. Being close to the lungs made the control of the blood flow too difficult. She cursed herself for not sleeping enough. She was slowly losing conscious.  The whole procedure was now taking over three hours and she was slowly getting weaker.

"Doctor?" The nurse asked, seeing her getting more and more pale.

"Keep going. I need you to be extra careful now. If we messed this up she may lose too much blood." The nurse gulped and nodded slowly trying to get the bullet out.

"Hey princess, how are you hanging?" She smiled to herself hearing the billionaire's voice from the observing room.

"I need to focus now so no talking, Tony." She looked up at the Avengers who were gathered in the same room as Iron Man. Apparently they heard about the operation.

"What do you need?" The doors opened and Bruce walked in, all in scrubs and ready to help.

"I thought you were not that kind of a doctor", she joked, making him chuckle.

"Anything for you Liz."

"Ok, can you change our lovely Rosie here? She had done an amazing job!" The nurse looked at her in surprise. "Go rest. Take a day off tomo... well today" she laughed quietly, and waited for Bruce to get in the position.

The nurse only nodded, knowing that arguing now would not be a good idea. So she left, giving a reassuring smile to the doctor.

"What an irony" Bruce muttered under this breath. She raised her brow in an asking manner. "You think she'd agree for the freak to treat her?" Banner was never the mean one, but apparently her comment punched him in the guts as well.

"Not now, Bruce. She's just another patient. Plus..." her eyes travelled up to meet with the green ones of the demigod. "Her boyfriend is watching." She didn't care all of the fact that he probably hear her. She was tired and in pain. Using the powers not only exhausted her but also brought her enormous pain. The longer she was using it, the bigger the pain she felt.

She coughed and cursed under her nose, when she felt blood in her mask. They needed to hurry up. Banner noticing the slight change into her expression quickly deducted the reason for it. So he started to take the bullet off. More professionally than the nurse and way quicker at the same time. It wasn't ten minutes when the metal hit the metal bowl and Liz was slowly getting the agent’s blood level into standard.

She coughed one more time, before walking away from the agent. Banner could handle the closing up. She has done her job.

"Princess, sit down!" Tony's voice boomed from the other room, but she had more and more issues to hear it. The black dots appeared in front of her eyes and was only able to whisper a quiet sorry before fainting.

**

He was pissed. Annoyed the entire time he was watching her curing the one person that was so terrible for her. And there she was. Pushing herself to the limits for a stranger.

He did not understand what was in her head but he couldn't help but just go through and catch her at the last second before her unconscious body hit the floor. He frowned seeing her heavy breathing. He carefully took the mask off and widened his eyes. It was all in blood. She must have gotten herself way beyond her limits.

"Banner", he started, getting her up to his arm. "When you finish with Smith take a look at the idiot in here", and before Bruce was able to make a comment, Loki left the operation room. He noticed Smith's partner and raised his brow when the man got up and looked between the God and the doctor in his hands.

"How is she?" He asked, his voice shaky.

"I don't know I'm not a doctor. Now move she needs some rest." And with no care whatsoever, he just left the poor guy alone to his own thought. He looked at the girl, when she winced. She must be in pain. He cursed under the nose, annoyed with her stupidity. How could she go so far for someone who was so awful to her.

"FRIDAY, take me to her room", he ordered in the elevator. He also just now realised that she was really light. She must have lost some weight. Was she eating well? He flinched at his concern. He left the elevator and went straight into her room. He put her gently on her bed and looked around. He wasn't sure what to expect, but the almost complete lack of decoration did surprise him. Even Romanoff has made her room, her own. And there he was in a room very similar to his before the redecorating with only two pictures on the stand. One with her and the Avengers, and one with two people he has never seen before. He took the frame in his hands and turned it around. It said: '1987 - parents'.

"As much as I hate you for treating her like trash, I need to thank you", Loki looked up from the picture and clenched his jaw seeing Captain America at the doors. "She went a bit too far, again. I think I need to talk to her. " He said in a joking manner. The demi-god put the picture back on the stand and was about to leave, when a hand on his arm stopped him. "Stay away from her. She went through enough in her life, to be treated like you treat her." They stood there, staring at each other with anger in her eyes.

"I have no intention on spending time with her." He hissed and pulled his arm away from the blonde's grasp.

"Good." he answered and walked into the bedroom, closing the doors. Steve walked to your bed and sat softly next to you, taking your hand in his. "You have an awful taste in men, doll."

[whoisbxcky]

‘Till Next Time, Doll.

summary: Bucky is fatally wounded on a mission and you’re forced to say goodbye. 

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 2k

warnings: death, blood, angst, my own breaking heart if you squint 

author’s note: Should I have written this at 2am after copious amounts of red wine? No. Did I? Yes. Gets a little cringe in the last paragraph but I needed something to giggle at after writing this.

Sometimes, there’s no warning at all.

In the chaos of battle, stray bullets and flying shrapnel are easy to miss. Especially for those who aren’t gifted with enhanced senses or reflexes. Y/N grimaced as a bullet that was meant for Natasha flew just centimetres away from her left ear.

“Y/N, you good?” Came Romanoff’s voice over the comms. Y/N grinned, dodging a Hydra agent who had snuck up behind her while she was distracted, her fist connected with his jaw while her right leg snuck in behind his own, the impact causing him to fly back onto the floor. Her heel came down with a sharp crack onto his face, leaving him out cold, and likely in need of a good plastic surgeon’s contact details.

“Living the dream, Nat. Although, I have to say, if you want me taking bullets for you, you’ll at least have to buy me dinner first.” Y/N responded, a devilish smirk over her face as she gunned down a few more Hydra agents coming in from the left corridor.

“There something we should know about, Y/L/N, Romanoff?” Tony’s voice came muffled over the earpiece, he was clearly out of range, probably flying around somewhere outside the warehouse, but his point was made perfectly clear.

“Only in your dreams, Tony.” Nat quipped back. Y/N let out a half laugh, ducking for cover as bullets rained down of her from the right, third floor. She yelped as one grazed over her thigh, cursing enough to make a priest turn red, before reloading her pistol. A low, gruff voice over the comms made her stop in her tracks as she moved to fire back, her brows furrowed in half anger, half pain.

“Y/N, stay where you are, I’m coming to back up.” She couldn’t help but smile slightly, the reassurance of that voice in particular making her light up despite the myriad bullets flying past her head at that moment. Bucky had caused that reaction in her from the moment she laid eyes on him two years ago, when she’d first found herself in Stark Towers, relocated from S.H.I.E.L.D on Nick Fury’s orders. It hadn’t taken long for the pair to grow close; Bucky had appreciated the way Y/N had treated him like a person right off the bat, rather than the ex-killing-machine the rest of the world seemed to view him as, and he’d opened up to her after just a few months of late night run ins in the communal kitchen. Y/N had seen something incredibly human in the super soldier, she always told him it was his eyes, something buried deep in them, that had first drawn her to him. But Bucky never really understood what she meant by it. Nevertheless, over time their relationship had reached a fever pitch, and for the previous nine months they’d been inseparable.

That closeness had transferred into their work lives, and it was not uncommon to find one abandoning their position to rush to the other’s aid when things got hairy. No one really minded though, seeing Bucky find some happiness in the world that had brought him to his knees so many times was a gift, and no one was going to complain about it.

The sound of cursing in Russian and some pained screams alerted Y/N to her beloved’s arrival. It wasn’t long before his head appeared around the side of the stone pillar she had leapt behind. His eyes showing the concern, and then relief, that his grin tried to cover up.

“Sleeping on the job, doll?” He offered her a hand, which she took gingerly as he hoisted her to her feet. His hands came to rest on her waist, his eyes scanning her over head to toe, analysing the extent of her injuries.

“Someone mentioned dinner and I got side-tracked.” Y/N shrugged, flashing Bucky a sharp-toothed grin as she dusted herself off, before giving his shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

Bucky chuckled lightly, his hand trailing up her arm until it reached her face. His fingers were hooked gently under her chin, tilting it to face him and he smiled lovingly down at her. “We should be wrapping up here soon, once we get home, I’ll get dinner going. I’m thinking steak, with that bottle of red from your birthday, sound good?”

Y/N couldn’t help but practically beam back at him. God, she was so in love with this man. And so loved by him. She never thought she’d feel so loved while in the middle of a miniature war zone. But being with Bucky, no matter what the surrounding, always made her feel at home. “That sounds perfect, Buck, thank you.”

“Anything for you, Y/N.” He pressed his lips against her forehead in a quick, but meaningful kiss, before reloading his rifle. “Come on, let’s go and find the others and get the hell out of this joint.”

Y/N nodded in agreement, checking the magazine of her pistol once over, before stepping out from behind the pillar to do one final sweep.

Y/N did not have any super-powers. No gimmicks, or tricks. Nothing that made her extraordinary. She was a skilled markswoman, and proficient in hand-to-hand combat. But none of that would have allowed her to notice the sniper who had lined up a shot over her heart from across the warehouse, until of course she heard she gun go off.

Time tends to move incredibly slowly when it’s your final seconds, and Y/N could to little but stare in shock, as the bullet sliced through the air, barrelling straight for her chest. There was no time to run, no time to duck even, not for a regular old human like her.

A dull thud alerted her to the fact that the bullet had hid its target. A flash of red across her vision as blood sprayed from the exit wound. She was only vaguely aware of a scream that she would later realise was her own.

Sometimes, there’s no warning at all. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Please… Bucky, please don’t leave me.” Y/N sobbed into his chest, her hands gripping uselessly at the torn fabric of his suit. She could barely look at him, looking at him… Seeing him like this… The colourless face, the distant eyes… Looking at him made it real.

“I don’t have a choice, doll.” His voice rattled in his chest as a barely-there whisper left his lips. Y/N could hear the blood pooling in his mouth, feel the strain in each of his breaths. He was fading. Fast. “You have to let me go, Y/N-”

“No.”

She heard the strain in her own voice. It didn’t sound like her. This voice sounded broken, empty. Like the voice of one who had accepted the imminent future laid out before them. She couldn’t, she couldn’t accept a world without James Buchanan Barnes in it. She wouldn’t.

Why? Why hadn’t she moved faster, been more cautious, done something differently. Why had Bucky stepped in front of her, his superior reflexes giving him the ability to get in front of the bullet that was meant for her. It didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense to her right now. This was wrong, wrong, wrong.

“I can fix this, Bucky, I can fix this. Please- Just, please let me-” She tore the fabric of her shirt, clumsily pressing it over the bullet wound in his chest, her eyes blurry from the tears that cascaded over her cheeks. However, she was cut off by Bucky’s hands on her wrists, their grip a wiry strength that didn’t feel like him. Didn’t feel warm, strong, comforting. It felt fragile. Distant. No, no no, no.

“Y/N, hey, stop it.” His voice was firm, as firm as could be in between the ragged breaths that made his shoulders tremble with each inhale. “Let me see you, look at me, baby.”

Quiet sobs racked Y/N’s chest as she drew in a shaky breath. You have to be strong, for him, you need to pull yourself together. She slowly raised her head, her eyes meeting his as she roughly wiped the tears from her face. Her hands clutching his own with a certainty that wasn’t there before. A promise.

“I’m right here, Bucky. I’m not going anywhere.” She managed to force a smile for him, it was barely there, but it was met with one of his own. Bucky had always loved Y/N’s smile. No mater how dark his mind became, no matter how broken and beaten he felt, her smile, glowing like the summer sun, was his light in the darkest of places. He raised a trembling arm to her face, his arm, his own flesh with his weak, final heart beats running through its core. His palm rested against her cheek, his fingers trailing down her features, blurry eyes drinking in every minor detail of her face, as if they could be etched into his memory beyond the constraints of mortality.

“Hey, Y/N…”

“Yeah, Bucky?” Her hand found its way over the top of his, slick with his blood, but she didn’t care. She gripped onto him tightly, savouring the feeling of his skin against hers, her eyes trying desperately to take in every detail of his eyes, steel blue and full of the hope for a better world than the one he’d leave behind. The eyes she had called home for so many years.

“Y/N… If there’s… If there’s a life after this one-” Bucky paused for a moment, struggling to take in a breath, his hand slipping into Y/N’s hair to stroke it softly. He could no longer mask the pain on his face, the fading light in his eyes. “If there’s a life after this one, let’s meet up again in it.” He smiled at her through the pained expression on his face, his breaths becoming shallow and rapid. His grip in her hair felt weaker than it did a moment ago.

Y/N’s heart rose into her throat, threatening to leave her body entirely. The impending numbness was close, and she was vaguely aware of her mind shutting down around her, but for this moment, this one sweet second, there was only her and Bucky. A fresh wave of tears trailed down her cheeks, mixing with the blood from her hand there, and she smiled through the pain, nodding her head in agreement with him.

“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. I will love you until the end of this life, and all through the life after that, and the one after that. I love you.” Her words tumbled out in between her sobs, as if saying them could make him stay, even just a second longer.

Bucky’s eyes were still now, still fixed on hers, but the light in them was all but gone. His smile was fading into an expression of peace, and she thought she must have imagined his voice, as the barely-there whisper almost went unheard in between her shaky breaths.

“I… love you… Y/N…-” And with that, her name on his lips, a silent promise to himself that one day, somehow, some way, he’d say it again, he slipped away.

All throughout the warehouse, there was silence. Not even the wind dared take a breath. Bucky’s eyes stared at nothing, his expression that of one who is blissfully absent from the triviality of being. Trembling fingers reached out, slowly drawing his eyelids closed. Lips stained with dust, blood and tear marks pressed against each eyelid once, before settling on his lips, which had already grown cold. Y/N held the fallen solider in her arms for what felt like an eternity, rocking backwards and forwards with him gently. But her face, once a picture of joy, hope, fear and sorrow, was entirely expressionless. In the silence of the room, she made a silent vow to Bucky, to herself, to the universe. She may not have been able to save the love of her life, but consequences be damned, she would avenge him.

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OKAY BUT… REVERSE TIMELINE STUCKY? aka Today’s episode of Nemerambles

Hit by the proverbial lightning bolt this morning. Cool idea, hard to find a “trope name” for it. Let’s go with Reverse Timeline for the time being.

More after the cut ‘cuz this is gonna get LONG.

Basically: Steve’s born sometimes in the… Let’s make it late 80s. So he’s 20-something during the first Avengers movie. He was born skinny, smol, with a laundry list of ailments that was basically a death sentence. He’s picked for Project Rebirth not long before the Battle of New York, and he’s the First Avenger in the sense that he’s Fury’s first pick for the Team, the first to be recruited, and the de-facto leader.

Project Rebirth is based on a study made by a German scientist that came to the US thanks to operation Paperclip. It’s basically a synthetic serum, first thought of during WW2, that “perfects” a human being, eliminating every imperfection and elevating them to an almost God-like status. There’s rumours of the procedure working exactly ONCE during WWII, and of that first subject's blood being used for decades to further the studies. However, there’s no proof or records on another Super Soldier. Steve is the first and only subject to be recognised by the Government. The rest is conspiration theories. Fairy tales.

Steve is given a shield right in time for the Battle of New York, a beautiful, scratched relic that dates back to WWII. It’s made with the rarest metal on earth - vibranium - and the only sure information about it is that Howard Stark himself made it, probably for his war buddy Sg. Barnes back in the day. Steve LOVES the shield, and he uses it incredibly well, better than anybody who ever tested it. It becomes his weapon of choice, and he brings it with him to fight the Chitauri. Long story short, soon into the battle the Avengers seem to be losing; so the government launches a nuke over NY to eliminate the threat themsleves. Captain America decides to sacrifice himself for the greater good. He DOES save the city (and the world); he is thought dead and is mourned by all. But the Tesseract actually saved his life, sending him backwards in time.

To WWII.

Steve wakes up somewhere in Europe. Somewhere damp, echoing, smelly. He’s chained to a table, chilled to the touch and with needle-pricks in the crooks of his elbow. This is right after he makes the jump in time, so he’s shell-shocked, reeling, deeply wounded and exhausted. He realises he’s been captured by Nazis, and a scientist named Zola (”hey,” he thinks, “isn’t that the name of the guy who invented the Serum they gave me???”) starts making experiments on him, drawing his blood, testing his endurance, pumping him full of chemicals and so on. Days into this Hell, Steve is found and saved by the most raucous, diverse, ballsy elite team in the history of EVER(the Howlies) lead by one Sergeant James Barnes, whom Steve is immediately smitten with. The group manage to bring Steve to safety. However, Zola had gotten enough of Steve’s blood to replicate the serum and use it on Johann Schmidt, turning him into the monstrous madman later known as Red Skull, and effectively turning the tables in favour of the Nazis, who now fight with renewed fervour under the lead of the crazy man.

Feeling guilty, Steve joins the Howlies and fights in secret against Schmidt’s private army (known as “Hydra”) trying really hard not to leave any trace of himself in history records. Quickly, he becomes Howard’s favourite source of amusement, and gets the scientist to make him a shield tailored to his specifics. You know. THE shield. HIS shield. The one he was given (will be given??) in 2012. He becomes Peggy’s confidant, the source of Colonel Phillips’s migraines… and also Bucky’s lover. And this is a hilarious get-together story, because Steve, bless his modern boy idiocy, is kinda convinced that Bucky couldn’t love him back because… he’s from the 40s, you know. No other reason than that. Just the period he was born in. Luckily, Bucky only rolls his eyes at Steve’s level of stupid and silences him with a kiss. Time passes, and The Howlies score victory after victory…until that fateful mission in the Alps, where Steve falls off a train, leaving Bucky to mourn and lead the suicide mission that eradicates Hydra once and for all.

Steve, however, DOES NOT DIE. The Tesseract, or Tony, or Dr Strange, or Vision… someone or something intervenes and brings him back to his own time. He doesn’t adjust quickly to his return, if at all. He’s been “dead” for a few weeks in his proper timeline; but he also spent something like two years in the past. Two of the most wonderful, intense, painful and beautiful years of his life. Overcome with nostalgia, Steve looks up the Howlies, reconnects with the few that are still alive, reads the biographies of the ones who are not, looks up their files in the SHIELD database, goes to visit Peggy in the hospice…

…and then SOMETHING pings on his radar because, WAIT. Something doesn’t add up. Looking closely at the files, it’s easy to see that Zola DID have a test subject that he used and abused for decades. Someone he used Steve’s blood on, turning him into a super soldier, yeah; but also into an unwilling, unfortunate prisoner, someone that’s been treated with less dignity than an animal for his whole life. Overcome with guilt (AGAIN), Steve starts investigating and finds a suspicious pod stored in an abandoned warehouse. Not knowing what he’ll find, Steve drags the pod to the Tower, and asks the Stanner (Stark+Banner Science Bros FTW) to help him open it. The scientists poke and prod the capsule until it opens with a hiss of smoke… …and out spills Bucky. Naked, wet, frozen, with no left arm, but BREATHING, beautifully, incredibly, impossibly alive. It turns out that Hydra had searched for the Red Skull’s body after Bucky’s suicidal stunt, but had found the Sergeant’s instead. His body was “deeply damaged”, Zola wrote in his notes, but “salvageable”. So Zola injected the serum he had left in Bucky’s body, and basically used him as a bargain chip to be included in Operation Paperclip. He was brought to the US, completely free, pardoned, and was given founds for his research. Not that anybody knew he had Sg. Bucky Barnes prisoner, mind you. For the longest time, he was believed dead, and the shield he’d used for his last few missions had been stored by Howard and Peggy as far away from their eyes as they could, since it did nothing but bring them bad memories of their dead friends. Tony volunteers to make Bucky an arm (unless he already has one), Bruce helps with his trauma (despite not being THAT kind of Doctor…) and Steve is over the moon with joy because he has his Bucky back.  (This is Steve though, so he feels guilty about being overjoyed, and then sad that he can’t enjoy the miracle, and then angry, and then Bucky rolls his eyes and kisses him speechless, like he did a lifetime and 70 years before…)