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Introduction part 3

Spoilers for season 1 and season 2!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizably Flash, all I own is my oc

Introduction Part 3

Jitters wasn’t usually packed around 9:30, most people having gotten their coffee earlier and were already at work, which is why the Team had decided that it was the perfect time to meet up there for coffee. It made Becky feel more at ease when there were less people around. It was Cisco’s turn to get the drinks, and he was nervous and embarrassed about it. “Cisco asked the new barista out on a date.” Becky stated, and Barry and Caitlin smiled.

“Yes, yes he did, and it did not go well!” Barry laughed.

“Where is Not- Dr. Wells? And Jay?”

“‘Not-Dr. Wells’?” Barry asked.

“Yes, Not-Dr. Wells. Where is he?”

“He stayed back at the Cortex because not everyone knows he’s not our Dr. Wells.” Caitlin answered.

“Oh.” She seemed to process that for a second before continuing. “And Jay?”

“No, not quite, Rebecca, Jay…Jay left. He doesn’t want to see Barry get hurt.” Caitlin explained, part of her worried that maybe Jay was right, and Barry wasn’t strong enough yet to take on Zoom.

“He’s gone, he’s back, he’s gone, he’s back, he’s gone, he’s back.” Becky said smiling to Caitlin.

“So, he’ll come back? You know that?” Caitlin asked, hoping to herself that she did know, because she really wanted Jay to stay.

“He’s gone, he’s back, he’s gone, he’s back, he’s gone, he’s back.” Becky repeated, though she frowned instead this time.

“I was just getting getting used to Jay being part of the team.” Caitlin sighed, though not complete sad anymore, since Jay would be back.

“Well, Jay is a hero. They always seem to show up just when you need them.” Barry said just as Cisco returned to the table with the drinks.

Setting the cupholder down Cisco leaned back in his chair and waved a piece of paper in the air. “Yo, beat that.” He told Barry who exclaimed at the sight of the barista’s number. “That’s how it’s done, young Padawan. Going on a date next week.”

“Nice! Things are looking up for Cisco Ramon!” Barry cheered as he grabbed his coffee. Caitlin rolled her eyes fondly at the boys as she grabbed her, and pasted the hot chocolate over to Becky.

“I guess so.” Cisco’s mood dropped a little as he continued, “still stuck with these powers, though. Just don’t know how to feel about them.”

“We both know things.” Becky smiled excitedly, “Now we’re both Delphi!”

“You don’t have to go through this alone.” Barry patted his arm reassuringly.

“And Rebecca’s right! Now you need a cool name.” Caitlin leaned forward with her head tilted as she playfully reminded Cisco that he was now a superhero.

“Oh, snap! You’re totally right.” Cisco looked to Becky, “But I can’t be Delphi because you’re already Delphi.”

Becky’s face pinched up in confusion again. “But there’s lots of caitlin’s, why can there not be lots of delphi’s?”

“Because Delphi is a name we gave you.There’s no one like you. Like we gave to Barry, because no one is like him.” Cisco explained, glancing at Caitlin for help.

“Remember how you explained to me how you see everybody?” Caitlin leaned forward as she tried to help explain to Becky. “How two spear mint plants may both be called spear mint, maybe even look similar, but one might have more leaves than the other, or a different pattern of leaves? It’s like that.The spear mint is still a spear mint, but it’s leaves give it a more specific identification. Cisco is still a Cisco, but he want’s a more personal identification. Like your cool name. All we’re doing is changing Cisco’s label when we’re together. He’s still Cisco, just like you’re still Rebecca, but we can call him something else, too.”

           “You’re comparing me to a spear mint plant?” Cisco asked, confused and wondering if he should be offended. Caitlin just glared at him, and turned back to Becky to make sure she understood.

           “So…I’m a Rebecca Taylor, but I’m Delphi. He’s a Bartholomew Allen, but he’s Flash,” the others looked around quickly to make sure no one heard, but the only other people in Jitters was a small group over in the opposite corner, too far to have been able to hear their conversation, and the barista’s at the counter, also too far away to hear. “You don’t have a special name yet because you haven’t bloomed yet, and he’s a Cisco Ramon, but he has bloomed and now needs a more specific label.”

           “Yes, but remember, we don’t use our special names outside of S.T.A.R. Labs, remember?” Caitlin chided softly.

           Becky’s eyes widened in horror before she bit the insides of her lips to hold them together and her hand started rapidly tapping her thigh.

           Barry leaned forward and placed his hand on the table in front of her to get her attention, but she just kept tapping anxiously. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, Becky. It’s okay. Everyone makes mistakes. You just gotta remember for next time. Okay?”

           “Sorry, Barry.” Becky whispered, though her tapping did slow.

           “I accept your apology. Now, let’s figure out the perfect name for Cisco.” Barry said, smiling at Becky as she lifted her gaze to the group again.

           “I gotta think about this one, ya know, cuz you know me, it’s gotta be perfect!” Cisco exclaimed. Barry hummed I’m agreement as he took a sip of his coffee. “Something that really sings, ya know. Something like…”

           “Vibe?” Barry suggested.

           “Vibe.” Caitlin tested it out, and nodded her approval.

           “Vibe.” Cisco smiled.

           “I can’t say it outside the Cortex.” Becky said, but she nodded her approval to the new name as well. “When will we be naming Caitlin?” She asked innocently.

           The group of friends laughed as they continued to enjoy their drinks, unaware that a they were being watched over by Harrison Wells.

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[tkwolf45]

Hi! 

So after playing Okami for a little bit 5 hours straight instead of homework haha who’s counting? I decided to write a little flashfic that turned into a mini idea of a crossover between my own unpublished world and Nippon, therefore it’s more of a short fanfic that I’m going to try and keep short so I’m going to be posting new chapters on here. I don’t plan on this idea being very long, just long enough to sate my hunger to insert Arly into Nippon I suppose. Please enjoy! 

---Credits below!---

Okami belongs to Capcom 

Hiraeth, Arly, and this writing belong to @tkwolf45 (me!) 

Inspired by OkamiTale, belonging to @dreamcreator01  

Undertale belongs to Toby Fox (briefly mentioned in this first chapter, not likely to be mentioned again)

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After Dark

Here we go peeps.I'm back with some new trash! Here's a new unedited series (yes another one). This was an original story converted to reader insert so it does contain character descriptions, if this bothers you, don't read any further. Otherwise, please enjoy! Sorry, I'm a bit rusty. Haaaa

Warnings: language, swears, things.

Word count: 1.5k

Steve Roger's x Plus Sized Reader

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I dropped out of college my first semester after my father disappeared  leaving me to care for my teenage sister.

My name is Y/N.  I'm 20 years old. I'm working at a trendy night club as a waitress. 

…..

"Y/N, get a fucking grip." Grace yells as she stomps down the hallway.

"No Grace, I won't! You're 15 years old, christ! You shouldn't even be having sex." I snap back at her.

It had just been my sister and I for nearly two years. Ever since the disappearance of our father, raising my sister alone had proven to be a real walk in the park… not. 

Was I ever this bad as a teen? Holy shit. 

"Sorry I'm not a prude like you." 

Grace's tone is sparky, as she rests a hand on her hip. 

I fold my arms across my chest, shifting my weight onto my right leg, rolling my eyes so hard I thought they might fall out of my head. 

 "I am not a prude."

"You're 20 years old, and a virgin…"

I let out a long sigh, shaking my head as I stared hard at my baby sister. 

"That doesn't make me a prude. Christ, Grace! I'm just concerned! You're being reckless! Do you know what could happen? God forbid you get an STI or worse..  You're not even on birth control!"

"He used a condom dummy."

I clutch my face in my hands,  letting out a heavy breath in frustration. Why is my sister the way she is?

"Enough. This is obviously a pointless discussion, or lack there of.. I'm taking you in on Monday to get you on birth control, because lord knows you need it." 

Grace scowls at me as her eyes roll hard in her head. "Whatever Y/N."

I glance at my watch 6:32 p.m. Shit. I'm going to be late! 

"I have to go to work. Please…. Just behave, okay?" 

Grace turns and gives me the middle finger before trotting her way up the stairs.

That girl is going to age me 10 years.

Shaking my head, as I breathe out a soft sigh, I quickly grab my keys and purse from the counter, rushing out of the house. The last thing I need today is to be late to work…

……

"Alright ladies listen up." 

Terrance, more commonly known as Terry, the owner of the club, stood before us, his chiseled jaw tight as he leaned against the bar. 

"My son has a meeting here tonight, so be on your best behavior. I expect the utmost professionalism from my ladies. Y/N and Charlie, you're working the VIP section tonight."

"You could have given some warning Terry, I would have dolled up more!" Charlie, a fellow waitress, looks in Terry's direction, a playful frown peaking on the corners of her full lips. 

I feel my stomach churn, I've never worked the VIP section before… it's a big deal. Bigger clients, bigger tips… 

I swallow hard, forcing myself to speak up. I wish I was as outspoken as Charlie, she really has that 'I say what I want, when I want' attitude. 

"Terry... I never work VIP... if this is an important meeting, shouldn't Lydia or Tanya-"

"Charlie will show you the ropes. Now let's make some money." 

Terry claps his hands before heading off to his office. No one wastes anytime. The convened staff disperse in every direction, hurry back to work to finish preparing for the club to open. 

"Don't worry hun!" Charlie squeezes my arm in support. "We're gonna make some good money tonight! Steve  and his boys are so damn fine and gracious tippers. It's a win win. Eye candy and stacks baby." 

"Really?" 

I nervously fidget with my fingers before running them through my long blonde hair.

"Yeah girl, of course! So, Papa Terry is putting a lot of trust in you tonight. Word of advice hun, obviously by now you know this club is a special one, so what you see and hear tonight, keep your mouth shut, and you'll do just fine." 

I nod, understanding fully what she means. Afterall, rats have never made a good name for themselves.

There's a lot that goes on in the club that terrifies me, but the money is too good to pass up.

Charlie smiles at me, a soft genuine smile, as she wraps her arm in mine. Something about her makes me feel oddly safe and at ease.

"I like you Y/N, so I'm going to give you some more advice here. Stop being such an uptight girl!"

"I can't help it."

"Yeah Y/N, lighten up a little, jeez.  When was the last time you got laid?" 

Lydia, another waitress appears from behind us as she jumps into the conversation. 

My eyes immediately deflect to the floor, suddenly feeling more self conscious than usual. 

"I should really get back to it."

"Oh come on Y/N, don't be such prude."

Lydia laughs, but I feel the irritation building within me.

"Why does everyone call me that? I am not a prude!" 

My voice is harsher than I intended it to be. 

"Woah girl, chill." 

Lydia looks at me, seemingly shocked by my outburst. 

"Sorry. I'm really not a prude though. Just because I haven't…" I trail off mid sentence, my gaze now focused on the floor in front of me. 

I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. 

"Y/N, babe, are you a virgin?" 

"Lydia, keep it down.."

"It makes so much sense... You being a virgin explains so much." 

"What's that supposed to mean Charlie?" I huff, folding my arms over my chest. What did she mean by that? Was being a virgin a bad thing?

"Who's a virgin? I sure as hell know it's not Lydia." 

A booming laugh echoes from behind me, my blood running cold with embarrassment.

Lydia's head snaps in the direction of the laughter, a scowl now pasted on her full lips.

"Oh shut up Bucky, you old windbag!"

Lydia smacks the large bicep of a tall tatted man hard enough that the sound echoes off the club walls..

 I shyly duck behind Charlie, trying to make myself invisible, the last thing I need right now is to embarrass myself any further.

"Lydia, you need to work on your strength, hit the gym or something." The one called Dawson smirks at Lydia, who sticks her tongue out. "But seriously, who's a virgin, my curiosity has peaked."

"Pfft, I don't think any girl that works here could be. They are just fucking around."

A rich baritone voice fills my ears. I peer my head around from my very obvious hiding spot, Charlie. The man that belongs to the dreamy voice is even more so. He is tall, so deliciously tall, and his eyes are blue like icy glacial pools. Lord, he is like sex on two legs.

"Hey now! Don't be making those kinds of assumptions. Some of us very well could be. Just because we work here doesn't mean a thing. We dress like this for the tips baby." Charlie rolls her eyes at the two men, resting a hand on her hip. 

"Ha ha Charlie, you've got jokes I see. Who knew you were such a comedian?" 

"Who is that?" I whisper in Charlie's ear. 

"Ah yes, introduction time." Charlie points in the direction of the ridiculously handsome men.

"That's Mr. Roger's  son, Steve ." She points to the one with the mesmerizing blue eyes. "And the stupid one is Dawson." 

"Hey! Watch your damn mouth Charlie!" Dawson glares at her playfully, before his eyes land on me… so much for being invisible. 

"Who do we have here? Fresh meat?"

Charlie pulls me forward, resting her arm on my shoulder. "This is Y/N. She's been around for a bit now, but tonight is her first night working VIP, so be nice to her!" 

My eyes instantly flick to Steve , who is looking me up and down. Butterflies build in my just, as my heart flutters. I bite at my lower lip, trying to contain the wave of anxiety washing over me. When his eyes met mine, it was like the earth stopped turning, there was no one in the room but us. I could truly lose myself in those hypnotic blue eyes. 

"Damn! She thicc! I'd like to-"

"Watch your mouth Dawson."

 Steve 's voice is low as he scowls at Dawson through gritted teeth.  Dawson takes a step back, settling himself behind Steve . 

Steve 's eyes fall back to mine capturing my full attention with his intense gaze.. And just for a moment I'm lost in those icy pools.. 

As quickly as they came his eyes left mine, giving their focus to Charlie. 

"Tonight's meeting is important, so you will need to be extra courteous. Feel me Charlie?" 

"Aye aye Captain." Charlie jokingly salutes Steve , who doesn't look the slightest bit amused. 

"Come on ladies, we have jobs to do. Let's get ready to get this money. It's going to be a good night!" 

Charlie smiles, looping her arm in mine, as we head into the VIP section. I glance over my shoulder, dying to get one last peak at Steve . Our eyes meet once again, and I feel my heart shudder in my chest… shit.

…….

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Help Wanted 1/16

Pairing: MC!Steve Rogers x Single Mom!Reader

Warnings: Language. Use of Mas. Creepy guys. Violence. Living on the run. Secrets. Mentions of abuse. A lot of sad little pieces as well.

A/N: This is the story I came up with from the Story Vote we did before Thanksgiving!!

It was just a Help Wanted sigh, but to you it was a saving grace in your free fall down. The owner is welcoming, kind and dreamy to boot. Not that you needed that kind of trouble, of a man. No, you were already on the run from one man and that was enough. You don’t want to get close, to open up your baggage, you want to work and know your ex isn’t closing in on you. You’ve got secrets and a nightmare coming for you, you can’t risk falling for a biker, let alone your boss. But you’re sinking fast in blue eyes and you’re not the only one. But what happens when your baggage explodes, how are you going to explain?

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“So how did it go last night?” Clint chuckles as Steve shoves the Help Wanted sign into the window of his bar.

“Oh you’re funny.” Steve sighs, glaring at Clint. His short order cook and a member of the MC the lot of them was involved with, the bar included.

“Did you see the way her make up was running?” Nat laughs, her hands on her little baby belly she had started growing.

“She looked like the match maker off Mulan.” Sam snorts. Clint shakes his head.

“Dude you have got to stop watching Disney movies with Nic.” Clint laughs. Nic was Clint’s only daughter, and she had a knack for convincing anyone to watch her favorite Disney movies on repeat.

“What is it about you? They just can’t take the heat you’re putting off.” Nat giggles, rolling silverware.

“No heat. Not even a dying ember.” Steve shakes his head.

They were trying to find a second waitress, with Nat being pregnant, they were going to need all the help they could get. But each new waitress they brought on, ended up falling wildly, and even mindlessly crazy, in love with him. And each time he tried to pretend he didn’t notice, he made it clear he wasn’t interested, but each and every time, they threw themselves at him even harder.

It always came down to having to let them down, in the nicest way he could. It never went over easy, it always ended ugly in some kind of way. They cried, he hated when they cried, and they begged, it always made him so uncomfortable, and then they quit. A few called him names, broke a few things, and of course telling him it was his loss.

“They’re just love struck by that pretty face.” Clint laughs, patting Steve’s cheek.

“I’m in my office.” He grumbles, batting away Clint’s hand.

He sifts through the papers on his desk, rubbing his fingers through the beard that coated his jaw. A knock on the office door, and Sam pokes his head in. A grin covers his lips, something he was typically sporting, unless he had mouthy drunks at the bar.

“Hey boss, some ones here to see you.” He chuckles.

“Who?” Steve’s brow pulls together.

“Saw the Help Wanted sign.” He nods, still grinning.

“Does she look crazy?” He sighs, almost smirking.

“Trust me, you’ll want to see her.” Sam chuckles.

“Send her back.” He sighs, shaking his head.

Only a moment passes before there is a smaller lighter knock on the door. He calls her in, the door opens, and she slips in. Softly closing the door behind her. She’s dressed in a faded T-shirt that hugs her frame in a complimenting way, her hair falls over her shoulder in a messy braid, and her cut off shorts aren’t overly short, begging for attention, but her legs are shapely and attention grabbing. He’s staring at this woman who was standing in his office looking rather unsettled.

“Steve.” He clears his throat standing and shaking her hand.

“Y/N.” She gives him a small smile. There was no overly welcomed grin, the softness of her hand in his makes him a little short of breathe.

“Have a seat.” He waves her into the seat in front of his desk.

What was he doing, he didn’t fawn over woman, no he didn’t bother with woman, it never turned out right anyways. The club joked, calling him a monk, it’d become his nickname over the years.

“Thank you.” She nods crossing her legs and placing her hands in her lap.

“Have you ever been a waitress before?” He tries to remain focused on the task, and not the fact she was naturally gorgeous, with barely a hint of makeup on her face.

“I have bartended as well.” She nods, looking slightly ashamed.

“Really?” He smirks. Perhaps she could be their saving grace?

“I didn’t finish college, they’re the best I can do.” She shrugs, he nods.

“Well I’m not judging you.” He smiles, she gives him a small smile back. “Crowd can get rough at night.” He warns her. She holds up her keys, a black container of Mace sits on her key rings.

“I can handle it.” She smiles, and it sucks the breathe right out of his lungs. He licks his lips nodding, looking down at his desk, he start pulling out the papers she would need to fill out.

“It’s a mix crowd during the days, you’ll see families, bikers, and old couples.” He rambles on. “Till about eight then it becomes a hard bar scene.” He looks up at her again.

“I saw when I stepped in.” She nods, clearly taking in all the information he was handing her.

“If you have any issues. Problems with any of the customers, staff, anyone, tell me. What hours would you like? I can give you anything you want.” He nods. Hours for the bar moron. He scolds himself. She’s a sweet woman, clearly not looking to throw herself at a dirty biker. He reminds himself.

“You’re hiring me?” She lights up and its like someone flipped on the lights in his office, the whole room lights up with her. He was so fucked.

“Why not?” He shrugs, grinning at her.

“I can start now, if you give me thirty to change. I’ll take any and as many hours as you’ll give me.” She smiles nodding. He hands her the papers and a pen.

“I just need your ID and I’ll grab you a T-shirt.” He nods.

She quickly hands over her ID and tells him her shirt size, he steps over to the copy machine, hitting copy twice. He decides to not linger on why he did that, he finds her size in three colors, throwing them over his shoulder he takes one copy, folding it up and putting it into his back pocket, the other he brings back to the desk with him. Handing over her shirts, and ID he starts her file.

“Any color for any day?” She smiles looking at the shirts.

“Yes. If you need more, let me know I can order other colors for you too.” He nods.

“Thank you Steve.” She grins. He smiles nodding.

“See you in thirty.” He slips her file into the drawer on his desk, and she’s out the door with a skip in her step.

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The Best Gift (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Written for Leigh’s 25th Birthday Writing Challenge by @flashfanfics

Prompt: “Please, you couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions”

This was such a pleasure to write! Thank you to @thinkwritexpress-official for helping me a bit with the plot and then another thank you to @bettercallsabs for helping with edits! Y’all rock!

One minute, it felt like the future was so far away and unattainable and the next, it was staring you right in the face. The sudden change was overwhelming and Y/N wasn’t sure how to feel. One minute she was incredibly excited and the next she was a nervous mess, stressing about anything and everything.

Bucky and Y/N were away from the Avengers compound for the week, visiting Y/N’s sister who had just gotten engaged to her long-time girlfriend. Both Bucky and Y/N were happy for the vacation.

Two years of marriage later, they rarely got time off from work to just be alone together, let alone have time to visit friends or family. After the Snap and the un-Snap, the Avengers were busier than ever trying to fix the world that was in chaos. Still, despite his busy “schedule”, he made sure to take off two weeks a year to go honeymoon with Y/N, just the two of them, no out-world distractions. After two years of consistently being gone on missions, things were finally calming down in the world and Bucky was able to take a step back from missions. Everyone agreed that he had done more than enough to serve his country/world and it was time for him to focus on himself and his family. Not only would he come home less physically injured, but he would have less mental injuries. He was able to focus on making himself better. It finally felt like things were finally going in the right direction for the Winter Soldier. The next thing that he wanted to do was work on building their family. For the last two years, Bucky and Y/N have been trying to get pregnant and had nothing to show for it. Y/N was miserable over it, thinking that there was something wrong with her and that she was incapable of having children. She was too scared to go to the doctors, fearful that they would only confirm that her nightmare was her reality. On the other side, Bucky felt that it was his fault they couldn’t get pregnant. From everything Hydra had done to him, he was positive that he was the reason why they couldn’t conceive.

A solution to building their family was getting a dog. It was a conversation that Y/N and he had had previously. They both agreed that it could be beneficial for Bucky if they got an emotional support dog for him and then could keep Y/N company if he was away on a mission. However, no decisions had been made on that yet.

Y/N had suggested that afternoon that they catch an early dinner at the local diner before going to her sister's engagement party. Never one to say no to food, Bucky agreed and they were soon chowing down on delicious burgers and fresh cut fries.

Bucky noticed that his wife seemed to be lost in her thought, her eyes occasionally shifting to eye the bright yellow gift bag that sat next to her in the worn booth. He simply assumed that she was worried about their gift to the newly engaged couple and in support, he reached across the table and gently grabbed her hand, stroking his thumb over her knuckles in a comforting way.

“Hey babe, I was thinking,” he started, his steely blue eyes watching her carefully as she pulled her attention away from the gift bag and directed it towards him.

She smirked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh no, anytime you think, we get into trouble.”

He snorted, shaking his head at her. “You’re so mean to me,” he whined playfully, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled genuinely. Y/N shrugged in response as if to say, What can you do? “I was thinking that maybe it was time that we…uh…send in our application to get a service dog.”

Y/N heart rate spiked and she pulled her hand out of his grasp, looking at anything but him. “Buck, you can’t handle a dog.” It came out way harsher than she had intended and the regret was instant.

Before she could backtrack, Bucky responded with a laugh, thinking she was joking, “Babe, if I can handle you, I think I can handle a dog.”

Her eyes widened and she felt heat course through her veins as she stood up harshly from the red faux leather booth, snatching her purse and the gift bag, holding the latter tight to her chest in a protective manner. “Oh please, you couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions,” Y/N snarked, glaring harshly at her husband.

The fire that ran through her veins fueled her anger, her breathing turning rapid and shallow as she fought back the feeling of betrayal. Frustrated more with herself than with Bucky, she stormed through the restaurant, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill over. Her heart was pounding away in her chest and she clutched at it with her free hand, taking deep breaths to try to calm herself. She was livid over the fact that her husband insisted that she was more difficult to handle than a dog! Yet, there was the rational part of her that knew he was just teasing and that’s not what he meant at all.

“UGH!” She let out a sharp cry, wanting to pull at her hair.

Finally, her body recognized the cool air from outside the restaurant and she could feel the anger leaving her body with every breath.

The cool air washed over her body and she released all of the emotions that were taking over her body. Suddenly, guilt caught up to her and she felt terrible for speaking to her husband in that manner. It was a conversation that they have had and they both agreed that it would be beneficial for them to have a fur baby in the house. But these damn-

“Babe?”

She glanced over her shoulder to see her Soldier standing there with his hands in his pockets, a concerned look on his face, but he was keeping his distance until he could properly assess the situation and see what it was she needed.

Without a second thought, Y/N walked to Bucky and crashed into his chest, wrapping her arms around him and nuzzled his neck, taking in his comforting scent. In return, Buck squeezed her tightly to him, kissing the top of her head.

“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled into his neck, too ashamed to look him in the eye. She truly felt terrible for how she spoke to him. “It’s just these damn hormones that are taking over my body. I have zero control.”

As soon as the word ‘hormones’ fell from her lips, Bucky stiffened before gently pulling her away and held her at arm's length. His eyes were searching hers for any indication if his assumptions were correct. “Hormones?” he questioned in an anxious tone, not wanting to get his hopes up, but failed to do so.

Y/N stopped breathing for a second and her heart skipped a beat. Quickly recovering, she offered him a shy smile. “Here,” she said, handing him the gift bag that she had been so protective over. “I meant to give this to you after dinner.”

Bucky looked at the bag as if his whole life was dependent on what was inside. Once again, Y/N shook the bag at him, teasing him. “It won’t bite.”

Gently taking the bag in his hand, he glanced at his wife one last time before reaching into it and pulled out a dark grey shirt that had a fancy black script on it. As soon as he read what was on the shirt, he started crying.

“Daddy est. 2018”

Pure unadulterated joy washed over the Winter Soldier. In his moment of pure happiness, he pulled her to his chest and spun them around, laughing gleefully. Y/N joined in, admiring Bucky’s smile that was so radiant and large, it was threatening to split his face. She couldn’t think of a time when he smiled so vivacious, not even when they said their I Do’s.

Bucky gently set his wife back on the ground and another emotion registered to him. Relief. They were actually able to have a baby! He wasn’t broken. They could finally have the family they’ve always wanted and truly deserved.

Y/N was surprised when Bucky sunk down to his knees on the sidewalk in front of the diner and was even more surprised when his raised up her shirt to expose her belly. He then leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss just above her belly button and mumbled a short prayer of thanks to god. Bucky looked up from his position on the ground and met the watery eyes of his wife. He reached up to gently caress her cheek, drying her tears, before bringing his hands, both metal and flesh, to her stomach. The touch was so gentle that Y/N barely felt it physically, but emotionally, she could feel the awe and love coming off of him in waves. She couldn’t help but let more tears escape as she ran her fingers through his hair as he rested his cheek against her, hugging the unborn child.

“We’re having a baby,” he muttered, turning his cheek to kiss her stomach once again and looked up at her, the relief and joy radiating from him. Saying aloud somehow made it more real for him and he could feel the thought settling into his very soul. He was going to be a father.

Y/N bit her lip as she nodded her head, trying to keep from sobbing in happiness, wanting to keep control of her emotions (hormones be damned!). “We’re having a baby.”

Six Months Later

Bucky clumped up the few steps that lead to his house, thrilled that he was home before dinner time. Tonight, he had planned to spoil his 8 ½ month pregnant wife with homemade chicken marsala and his attempt at a funfetti cake with cream cheese frosting, wanting to indulge her in her less crazy cravings.

Unlocking the door, he gestured for Lilly, his service dog, to enter first then stepped into the entryway himself and carefully toed off his shoes while simultaneously shrugging out of his leather jacket to hang on the coat rack.

“Babe, is that you?”

He perked a bit more at Y/N’s call while unleashing Lilly who once free, ran into the living room. “You didn’t give me a chance to do the whole ‘Honey, I’m home’ bit!” Bucky pouted as he turned the corner to the room. The sight that greeted him made him want to laugh, but for fear of being banned from the bedroom again, he held himself back.

Y/N was on the couch, a glass of water on the coffee table in front of her next to the remote for the tv. The funny bit was that she had a look of frustration on her face that made her look as mad as a bunny rabbit as she huffed at herself. Poor Lilly kept looking back and forth between Bucky and Y/N, unsure of how she could help.

“Are you stuck again?” he asked carefully, holding his hands up as a sign he wasn’t a threat, still trying to hold back his amusement.

She huffed at him, her face red as she tried to rock back and forth to gain momentum to get off the couch. “Yes, Dear. I’m stuck. And I can’t reach my water or the remote! And I need to pee,” she whined, giving him a look of desperation, holding her hands out towards him as a sign that she wanted his assistance.

The smallest of laughs escaped through Bucky’s lips as he moved towards her to help her up.

Yes, this was the life that they deserved.

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Rules: we’re snooping on your playlist. Set your entire music library on shuffle and report the first 10 songs to come up. Then choose 10 victims

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4) Keep giving your love to me - Beyonce

5) Like a boy - Ciara

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Introduction part 2

Spoilers for season 1 and season 2!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizably Flash, all I own is my oc

Introduction Part 2

“Caitlin, are you guys okay?” Barry asked as he walked into the Cortex. Caitlin was patching up a small cut on Jay’s forehead, but for having the van flipped, they were in great condition.

Jay looked to Barry as Caitlin finished. “I’m sorry Barry, Dr. Light’s never killed before, I thought we could reason with her.”

“You cannot reason with someone under Zoom’s influence, and now a man is dead because of you, Garrick.” Wells yelled. “This whole thing is because of you. He doubts himself, because of you, but believe me, Barry can do what you could not. Barry can stop Zoom!”

“I spent two years hunting Zoom.” Jay defended himself.

“Wrong!” Wells said loudly, elongating the ‘o’ as if arguing with a child. “Zoom. Hunted. You! You spent the last two years of your life running, running, running from Zoom.”

“Zoom would have killed me just like he will kill Barry if you lead him down this path!” Jay yelled back.

“No, because he is not like you. Barry runs towards danger, not from it,” The air was tense, and Becky could tell Ultimate Non-Meta Smack-Down was only seconds away from happening if someone didn’t do something to defuse the bomb between the two men.

Wells finished his earlier thought in a quiet voice, which only made it worse. “Because Barry’s not a coward.”

And the bomb went off. Jay punched Wells in the face, knocking him back into the desk railing, which Wells pushed off of and flung his body weight into his swing at Jay. Wells got a couple of hits to Jay’s midsection before Jay blocked with list left arm and gave the same treatment to Wells.

Barry just looked done with everything, Caitlin and Cisco couldn’t take their eyes off the fight, wincing with each blow landed.

Finally Barry intervened, flashing between the two men and separating them. “Enough!” Both men dropped their arms with angry huffs, and Wells walked out into the hall to finish calming down. Barry looked to the three other’s in the room and gestured it’s his head to let them know to talk to Jay while he followed Wells.

Once Barry was gone, Jay took a deep breath as he raked his hands through his hair. Caitlin walked up to him and put a comforting hand on his arm. “He had no right to say that to you, Jay. Right Becky?” Jay looked over to the woman Caitlin looked to, fully registering there was someone else in the Cortex. She had been so quiet and still that his mind had passed right over her.

“Not a coward. He runs, but not a coward.” She said it with such certainty that Jay wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“Remember, Becky, full sentences. Who’s not a coward?” Caitlin asked like she was talking to a child. Jay looked At Caitlin with his brow raised, seeing as the woman her age, if not a little bit older.

“Jay. Jay is not a coward. He can run like Barry.” Jay’s eyes widened. How did she know?

“Yes, he used to run like Barry.” Caitlin said. She turned to him, “If she had been here when you first arrived, we would have known immediately that you were telling the truth.”

That gave Jay pause. “Why is that? How did she know I was a speedster?”

Cisco was the one to answer. “She’s like the Ancient Greek oracles who could see things. When out in the field, we call her Delphi!”

“So, you see things?” Jay asked cautiously, as she continued to stare at him.

“Not exactly. It’s not really ‘see’. I just know things. I don’t know how, and sometimes it doesn’t make sense, but I just do.” She explained, her hands nervously playing with the hem of her shirt.

“So, what else do you see?” Jay asked, mentally preparing what to do if she could see what he was really doing.

“You’re nervous, worried, angry, ready to run.” She stated.

“You’re probably nervous about her reading your mind – she can’t. Worried about Barry, and angry with Wells.” Caitlin explained.

“So it’s more, translating emotions?” Jay looked between the three.

“Probably. Even the previous Dr. Wells wasn’t sure what she did or how she’s able to do it.”  

Jay held out his hand to Becky, “Well, it’s nice to meet you. Your name’s Rebecca, right?”

“Cisco likes to call me Delphi. Caitlin likes to call me Rebecca. Barry likes to call me Becky. Dr. Wells liked to call me Ms. Taylor. What do you like to be called?”

“Just Jay, Ms. Taylor. Is it okay if I call you Rebecca?”

“You can call me Rebecca, Just Jay.” Becky smiled, and Caitlin and Cisco burst out laughing.

“She takes almost everything literally, Jay.” Caitlin laughed.

Jay took his hand back and laughed quietly, “Just call me Jay, Rebecca.”

“Jay.” She repeated. “Ok.”

Becky’s smile fell to a frown as her eyes seemed to unfocused. “You’re going to hurt Caitlin, worse than Ronny or Dr. Wells, but part of you can fix it.”

The air filled with unspoken questions, Jay looking to Caitlin and Cisco for answers, and the two looking to each other. Becky’s phone dinged, breaking the tension, and she stood up, “I need to go. I’ll see you tomorrow!” Like she hadn’t spoken before. There was no urgency in her voice, she was just stating a fact.

“It was nice to meet you.” Jay nodded to her with a smile. She smiled back as she left.

“Jitters! Tomorrow! 9:30!” Cisco happy called after her as she left the Cortex.

“She’s a bit… Strange.” Jay said, not in a mean way,it as an observation.

Cisco raise his eyebrow at him. “Say the man who could run as fast as lightning but can’t because another person who can run as fast as lightning stole your speed, and threw you to another universe?”

Jay huffed a laugh. “Point taken.”

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Lightning Bolt Soulmate!Barry Allen x Reader Part Four

Fandom: The Flash

Characters: Barry Allen, Reader, Caitlin, Cisco

Word Count: 795

A/N: I know it’s been a long time and hopefully you guys don’t hate me after the long wait, but finally, here is part four.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

It has been about 3 months since I broke up with Josh, and I have never felt better. I’m still trying to figure out the whole powers thing, but other than that, everything in my life seems to be falling into place. Aside from finding my soulmate. I’m starting to think that I’ll never find him. But I’ve been distracting myself with training.

I saw what the Flash could do, using his powers to fight evil and help the people of Central City. I could do that. I could use my powers to better the world. Being a barista at a coffee shop is not what most people would call “world changing”, so I decided to follow in the Green Arrow’s footsteps. Become a vigilante. God that sounds cheesy. Ever since my sister moved to Star City, she has been telling me all about the hooded archer, and I’ve been getting more and more interested. I am definitely nowhere close to being a superhero, because who fights crime in leggings and a hoodie? From what I have seen from the Flash, he has a high tech suit. Whereas I have to go out and buy new converse every other week because of the holes burning through the soles.

I had tapped into the Central City police radio system and learned what all of their codes meant. And right now, a break-in was taking place at Mercury Labs. I sped over as fast as possible, coming face to face with a small gang. They were loading barrels of something into the back of their truck, almost a dozen fitting into the back half of the moving truck.

“What do you guys think you’re doing?” I called out, slowly walking over to them. They seemed surprised that someone had found them.

“Unless you want any problems with us, I suggest you keep walking sweetheart.” Said one of the guys with a neck tattoo. Now I was livid. Whenever Josh thought I said something stupid, he would always say, “Oh sweetheart, you’re so cute when you’re stupid.” Running past them, I grabbed him by the throat, throwing him to the ground.

“What the fuck! She’s a meta!” I heard behind me as I turned around to face to rest of the group. Oh, this was going to be fun.

BARRY POV

“Ayy, Barry! We got a break in at Mercury Labs!” Cisco’s voice came through my earpiece just as I was finished tying up a meta who had broken into the city bank.

“On it!” I replied back, zipping off to let the police handle the rest of the situation. As soon as I arrived at Mercury Labs, the sounds of fighting alerted me that someone had already arrived. In the back by the loading bay, a blue flash of lightning was running between 6 men, knocking them down onto the ground and herding them together into a circle. I stood mesmerized by the whole interaction, I didn’t even think to jump into the fight myself. This must have been the other speedster who was going around fighting crime. I had seen glimpses of them, but I had never seen them up close before.

One by one, the mystery speedster slammed the criminals into either the ground or the side of the truck, before herding them together again, this time tying them together.

“Barr? What’s going on? You don’t seem to be moving.” Caitlin’s voice shocked me out of the trance I was in.

“Yeah, sorry. I think the situation is under control. That other speedster was already here by the time I arrived.” The sound of police sirens could be faintly heard in the distance and were only getting louder by the second. The mysterious speedster stopped in front of the criminals, her hands on her hips as she spoke to them. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but I could now see her outline. She was wearing black leggings and a black hoodie, as well as converse and a mask to match. The police sirens were now no more than 10 yards away, most likely just around the end of the building. As a few police officers ran around the corner, expecting to find the Flash, they were met with her instead.

“See you later boys, everything’s been taken care of.” She said in a cocky tone. You could practically hear the smirk in her voice. She suddenly sped off, leading a blue trail of lighting in her wake, shocking the policemen from their frozen positions. I turned my back to the scene, still hidden in the shadows and spoke into the mic that was on my suit.

“Hey guys, I’m coming back. I have a lot to tell you. It’s about the speedster.”

Part Five: Coming Soon!

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After Dark

Here we go again with some new trash. Yes! Let's spiral down quick into some chaos.

Steve Rogers x Plus sized Reader

Steve POV

Warnings: Violence, guns, adults language, crime.

Word Count: 1.3k

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My name is Steve Roger's. I am the heir to my father's legacy. The AAM- Assassin's All Mighty- is the biggest and baddest Motorcycle club in the midwest. We are ruthless. I am ruthless. My father's club, After Dark,  is his biggest front for conducting our work. His legacy will soon be my legacy. I will go to any lengths to protect it. I play death...

.....

That new girl. There's something about her that's beyond alluring. She's nothing like the other girls who work at the club. She's short and thicc, where all the other girls all taller and on the thinner side. 

But she's unbelievably breathtaking and I can't keep my eyes off of her.

Fuck. 

When she walks away my eyes are instantly drawn to the perfect ass. So full and supple. I can't help but lick my lips. I bet she tastes like heaven.

Bucky " Damn if I could smack that ass…"

I swear to God if Bucky keeps talking my fist will connect with his loud ass mouth.

"For the last fucking time, Bucky, shut your God damn mouth before I shut it for you. "

He is quiet, much to my relief. I don't know what my deal is, but I don't like him looking at her... at all.

My hands ball into fists at the sight of such scùm. I can't believe my father wants to do business with this low life drug dealer piece of shit.The sound of the clubs pounding beats echo around us.The club is filled with bodies as I scan the room for threats. I see three men with White Fang jackets feathering through the sea of people. I nod to Kane and Tommy, who move onto.the dance floor.

"why so tense Stevey boy?" Ulrich says as he smirks in my direction. I clench my fists tighter, a slight pain running through my palm as my fingernails dig deep. 

"Watch your tone Ulrich, remember who the fuck you're talking to. Now why are you here wasting my time?"

"Straight to business eh? Well I am in need of your families… expertise."

"Which one?"

"Guns of course. "

"Ha." The laugh that slips past my lips is anything but humorous. Of course this scum is here for guns. 

I shift in my seat, folding my arms over my chest. " what could you possibly have to offer Ulrich? You know we don't deal with low levels. Fuck your drugs."

"Hey now, don't hate the game. I only deal in designer drugs. I'm the king of the party. My drugs, keep your club popping."

"Like hell it does." Bucky chimes in, jumping quickly to his feet ready to throw arms. 

I gesture to him to stand down, and he takes his seat once again, his chest still puffed out like a filed up dog. 

"I'm still not hearing anything of interest…"

 

He leans in over the table, his tone low as he speaks. " I have some information on Bassu."

The hairs on the back of my neck spring to acting at the sheer mention of that bastards name. 

He's definitely caught my interest. Not wanting to seem to eager, I lean back into my seat. 

"If it's useful enough,  you may have a deal."

Ulrich slaps a Manila envelope onto the glass table top, sliding it in my direction. I waste no time unveiling the contents of the folder on the table. A handful of photos cascade out, photos of Bassu and his men at the docks. 

"When?"

"These photos are from yesterday morning."

Gazing down at the photos, I ran my finger along the length of my jaw… this was a trail, one I desperately wanted… and here it was before. As much as the thought of dealing with the trash, Ulrich had proven himself somewhat useful. 

"Fine. Let's talk orders…"

Ulrich's mouth curves into a faint smile, one of success. 

"What are you drinking boys? King Louis, Killian, rum?"

Charlie, hovers over the table.. 

"a round of Killian for the table. Ice."

"You got it babes."  She spins on her heels, strutting off toward the bar. I return my attention to the matter at hand, cutting a deal with Ulrich. 

It seems like the deal is cut in no time, Ulrich looks appeased, getting his much needed supply. Terry, was not going to be thrilled about this…

" Drinks up gentlemen."

 I lift my gaze from the paperwork before me, as a drink is set in front of me.. Y/N has to stretch over the table to get everyone their drinks,  her short stature, is no match for the monstrous booth… 

 It is quite the view…  I can feel my pants starting to grow tight at the sight of her full figure.

 Fuck.

I catch the ogling eyes of Ulrich's goons staring hard at Y/N, his hands hover over her waist for far too long. 

"Ulrich, you better watch your fucking goons before I gouge out his eyes and shove them down his throat after I make him watch his hand being severed from his wrist." 

Ulrich's lips peirce as he glares at his henchman. 

"Boss." Kane appears beside Bucky, his breathing staggered as he forces out the words. "We've have a problem." 

" what the hell?"

"Fangs, there's at least 9 of them, and they're strapped." 

I scruff, they wouldn't be dumb enough to hit on our turf. 

The echo of gunshots breaks the through the boasting club music. The sound of shattering glass fills my ears, as I reach for the HK45 tucked at my side. Bucky and I leap from the table, eyes peered for the direction of fire, but it's scattered. 

FUCK. 

"Charlie!" 

I hear the splintering screams of Y/N's voice, as she's tugging at Charlie's arm, who is frozen in place, shear terror washed across her face. 

"Kane! Get them out of here!" I bark orders, pushing him in the girl's direction, directing my focus to Ulrich. This son of a bitch set us up…

"Ulrich you mangy piece of shit!"

He throws his hands up. "It wasn't me Stevel, I swear. I wouldn't!" 

I don't care. My fist connects with his face, sending a feel of power rippling through my core, as I watch his body collapse to the floor. 

"If you're lying, I will slit your fucking throat."

My attention is now focus on the White Fangs, who are now collected in a pack near the entrance. 

"Causing a scene boys, in public? How reckless."

"You seem to be quite out numbered, to be speaking so freely, Mr. Rogers."

One of Bassu's men steps forward with a smug look on his face. 

"Am I? You're in my zone buddy." 

Gunshots ring out as four Fangs crumple to the ground, their bodies quickly falling motionless. 

One of my men, Tommy, emerges from around the corner, taking out one more as he makes his way towards us. 

"Interesting…" I take a step forward, my heart racing in my chest with adrenaline. "It seems there is suddenly less of you, shame they couldn't stay for dinner.' 

The man before raises his handgun leveling it between my eyes. I can't help but to let out a chuckle. Was this supposed to frighten me? It wasn't the first time I've starred down the barrel of a gun. 

More gunshots ring out, but not bullets are discharged from the gun pointed at me. The solid thud of bodies dropping sounds from beyond the piece of filth in front of me. His head whips around, his eyes skimming over his fallen men. 

I look to the direction of gunfire, as my father pockets his gun, a wide menacing grin plastered across his face. He hasn't killed in sometime, and he was enjoying it. 

My attention returned to the swine standing before me. "And then there were two… so much for being out numbered, wouldn't you say?" 

I raise my gun to his head, nestling it centered between his ungroomed brows. 

I want to pull the trigger, to watch the bitch drop…. but I need answers. He's no use to me if he's dead… 

"Where is Bassu?" 

…….

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I'm looking for more people who write Barry Allen x reader stories and I was wondering if you have any recommendations for me. I love your stories like crazy btw

Hi Darlin! Thank you so much for reading my work!

I tend to such as recommending blogs because I never remember everyone. Also what I do with Barry fics is just follow the Barry Allen x Reader tag.

Anywho, here’s a few I can think of: @barryallenimagines @barryallenandme @super-slick-fanfic-chick @flashfanfics and I know there are more but I just can’t remember all the URLs. Didn’t a follower make a list of Flash blogs a while back?

Comment or reblog if you write Barry Allen x Reader fanfic!

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Angel of Death Chp 18

Pairing: Veteran!Bucky x medic!reader

Summary: How many times can you save a life?

Warnings: Depression, PTSD, flashbacks, suicidal attempt

Note: I apologize for the hiatus, I just wanted to get this right. 

She hesitated to enter the bar tonight. Today held too much pain and too many memories of a team she couldn’t save. But it had been her promise every year to have a drink in their honor, so she walked the steps down into the dive bar.

She noticed Wanda and Nat in the corner of the bar. She nodded to them as she walked by. She hadn’t really talked to either of them since returning. But she knew, Clint had properly confessed her recent flashback to both of them. Wanda reached for her, grabbing her wrist and squeezing it. A small smile graced her lips. She moved to kiss Wanda’s cheek than Nat’s. She whispered an “I love you” to both before moving away.

In her greeting to her girlfriends, she didn’t notice Steve or Bucky coming in but she did when she moved towards her booth. Steve’s light blue eyes held concern for her and she squeezed his shoulder, as she moved past him. She didn’t give Bucky a reassuring gesture.

The nameplates were already on her table - all seven of them. She scooted into the booth and pulled the cap down over her eyes. She wasn’t going to cry, she wasn’t.

“Do you keep count?”

She tilted her head at the man in front of her. “Of what?” she replied.

“Of how many you lost?”

“Doesn’t every medic?”

“You’re dodging the question.”

She sighed and took in Sam. Bucky was on patrols so he was her dinner companion. Sam was in PT gear, as was she, since she’d been grounded after back to back missions. She shrugged.

He took a bite of his food. “Or do you take count of how many lives saved?”

She closed her eyes. It was a simple question but it was loaded. Did she track her saves vs deaths?

“I know how many have died in my helicopter,” she confessed.

He nodded taking a bite of his dinner. “You blame yourself for them, don’t you?”

“What are you my shrink?” she countered.

He laughed. “You walk around here with the world on your shoulders. Like some angel of death. But knowing you, those who die in your hands are not because you lack the skills but because they are too far gone when you get to them.

“If you ever have to chose between me and someone else, Mercy? Choose the other guy.”

“Sam…..”

“I mean it…”

“Why the fuck are we even having this conversation?” she asked, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “You are going to make it home to New York. You and Bucky are going to open up that damn tattoo parlor even if I have to sell my liver. Now choose a happier topic, before I send you to medical myself!”

He laughed. “So you and Bucky, huh?”

He stared at her bowed head and kept telling himself she shouldn’t be alone. Why was Clint letting her sit there by herself? He gripped his bottle tightly in his metal hand. “Easy there, Terminator,” Clint teased.

He glared at the blonde man behind the counter. Clint leaned against it with his hands, looking Bucky straight in the eye. “If you think for one second, I want her alone over there in that booth, you and I are going to go a round tomorrow,” he added.

They stared at each other before Bucky looked back at the booth. “She shouldn’t be alone,” Bucky stated.

“Agreed, but she made me promise to let her do this alone and I am. Doesn’t mean I haven’t found a way around that though by having you walk her home.”

Bucky’s eyes swung back to Clint’s. “You asked me to watch her.”

“And by watch her, I mean walk her home.”

Bucky pushed his hair back. He had wanted alone time with her but this wasn’t really what he had been expecting. He expected her to be in her booth reading like normal not having a memorial. He sighed, Clint knew Bucky wasn’t going to just let her walk out of here by herself when she was mourning her friends, especially after her flashback two days ago.

He glanced back to her, her fingers around the eighth shot glass. He watched as she lifted in, in a cheers like motion, saying something then downed it. He saw the tear tracks that lined her cheeks. Yeah, there was no way he was letting her out of his sight tonight.

The whisky burned her throat. She closed her eyes and swiped her fingers at her cheeks. If she thought about it too much, she would find herself right back at the explosion. She would feel the fire licking her skin as she ran into the building, finding Rhodey collapsed and pulling his as quickly as she could out. She would feel the fire touching her skin, but she hadn’t screamed in pain, just dragged her friend out.

She blinked back the memories, looking up from her cap and noticing steel blue eyes on her. She noticed the concern that filled them. Was that the look he had the other evening?

She knew he had hesitated to let her go with Clint after her flashback. Bucky had been ready to carry her 10 blocks home, as if it wasn’t a big deal or a burden. Clint had luckily saved the day by suggesting a cab. She couldn’t handle Bucky being nice to her after learning she was Mercy, the medic who lost him his best friend. He held her so reverently, so preciously.

Clint had told her that Bucky had come by while she was sleeping. She couldn’t process that knowledge in the morning. Why was he being so caring? So sweet? And the look now? It was adoration and concern. Didn’t he hate her? Why was it that he seemed to look at her with love?

She shook her head and started moving out of her booth and towards the bar. She handed Clint a fifty but didn’t wait for change as she moved towards the exit. She zipped up her jacket as she ascended the stairs. Fall was definitely in the air now.

It was a few blocks before she realized she was being followed. The hairs on her neck stood up and she listened for forced or rushed steps, but she heard nothing but heavy boots. Bucky.

He had given her a small birth as she walked down the street, but he saw her hesitate after about 10 minutes. “If you are here to tell me you hate me or to yell at me, can it wait until tomorrow?” she called to him still facing forward.

He hesitated. She truly thought she hated him. His hesitation led her to turn around and look at him. The cap no longer hid her eyes that were red from tears. He closed the gap between them. “I don’t hate you,” he confessed.

She laughed bitterly. “You should.”

She turned and continued down the street. He jogged to reach her, grasping for her hand. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

She huffed and looked past him. He squeezed her fingers trying to gain her attention but she was hellbent on not replying. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He repeated, his hand moving to her cheek, gently pushing her line of sight with his. “Mercy, what are…”

“Sam died because of me,” she confessed, trying to move away from him.

His grasp was firm and unwavering. “Doll…. That was never your fault.”

“It was.”

His hand cupped her cheek, thumb swiping away the tears that fell. “In the years, since Sam died, I never blamed you, y/n. Never,” he whispered to her. “I wanted to meet you because you saved me. You gave me a chance to live.”

“But...”

“No, but’s, doll.” She hiccuped softly and he smiled. Her eyes glittered with unshed tears and she placed her hand on his neck as she pushed up to kiss him. It was soft and gentle. He pressed harder against her lips. It had been three weeks since their last kiss and he had missed her lips. His tongue swiped against her lower lip and she opened her mouth, their tongues swiping against each other. His metal hand went to her hip, pulling her closer.

It was minutes before they pulled apart and when they did, their foreheads touched and they breath mingled together. He squeezed her hip. “I’m sorry I forgot you, doll.”

She shook her head. His flesh hand held her chin lightly, holding her eyes. “You were there in my dreams always, I just didn’t know it was you,” he explained. “Then you saved me again… and all the memories came back. All of them.”

She smiled softly at him and he reciprocated. “Let’s take you home,” he said.

She hummed before kissing his lips again. “Ok,” she agreed linking her arm with his prosthetic, walking arm and arm to her building.

“What’s this?” she asked, looking at the brown box.

“Open it,” he instructed. She eyed him suspiciously, then the box. “It’s not a bomb.”

“Are you sure?” she questioned. He groaned and crossed his arms, staring at her. “OK. OK.”

She took off the lid and and stared at the delicate necklace below. It glinted in the light. “Bucky…” she was whispered.

“You’re my angel. Always protecting people. Wanted you to have something for when I’m not here,” he explained.

Her eyes looked up at him. His tour was ending soon, she knew that. Their desert affair was almost over.

“‘And when you are done and we’re both back in Brooklyn…”

She launched herself at him, crushing herself to him. “When we get back, we’ll go dancing,” she promised against his chest. He held her tighter.

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[ionlyreadfivebookslastweek]

Breakfast For Dinner

Request from @banananna99 : reader is a nursing student and has been dating Spencer for a year or so. She comes home from school really stressed and freaking out about her classes. Spencer is really sweet and just calms her down and comforts her. Just something super fluffy!

I’m not sure if this meets the “super” fluffy qualification, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Thank you for requesting! :)

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You slammed your car door before entering your apartment complex and heading up the stairs. It had been a long day of classes and it wasn’t over yet. One of your professors had decided you didn’t have enough work to do already and assigned the class yet another research paper to write.

On top of the new assignment, you had a presentation to complete and rehearse, two other papers to write, and a big exam to study for. And it was all due within a week. Not to mention you still had to attend classes and go to work at the clinic, which limited your time available to get everything done.

You were studying to become a nurse, meaning you had to stay on top of all of your grades in order to succeed.

Needless to say, you were stressed.

Entering the apartment, you threw your things on the kitchen table and took a seat.

“Hey!” your boyfriend, Spencer, cheered, coming into the room.

“Hey,” you replied, barely even glancing at him as you pulled out your laptop, textbooks, and notebooks.

“What do you want for dinner? I was thinking about making tacos,” he told you.

“I don’t have time to eat. I have a lot of work to do,” you informed him as you powered up your laptop.

“(Y/N), you have to eat something. I know you had classes all afternoon. It’s been hours since you last had time to eat.”

“Well, I don’t have time now either!”

“Alright, work for a while and I’ll make dinner. When it’s ready you can take a break,” he tried to compromise.

“Spencer, I told you I don’t have time. I have way too much to get done. I can’t rest until I at least finish two of these papers and study for my exam. I have to keep up in order to get good grades in these classes!”

“I understand that, but I think taking a break would do you some good. It’ll help you relax and help your mind think clearer when you go back to doing your work,” he insisted, taking a seat next to you at the table.

“But, but....” you trailed off as tears began to spill onto your cheeks. You knew you needed a break. You wanted one desperately, but you were afraid of falling behind.

Spencer stood up and took your hand, pulling you out of your chair as well so that he could give you a proper hug.

“You look exhausted, honey. I know you’re stressed but I really don’t think taking a bit of a break would do you any harm. Besides, I can help you with your assignments to help speed up the process,” he offered.

You shook your head without removing it from resting against his chest. “You can’t do them for me. I’ll never learn the material that way.”

“I won’t. I can help you narrow down which sources to use for the papers and with editing and things of that nature. I can also quiz you on terms for your exam,” he explained. “But first you need to eat and take a break. OK?”

“OK,” you sighed, finally giving in.

“Now come and help me make the tacos,” he told you with a chuckle.

“Can we make pancakes instead?” you asked shyly, looking up at him.

He laughed and squeezed you tighter. “Breakfast for dinner sounds great.”

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[killercislinvibe-blog]

What Are You Afraid Of

(From Cisco's perspective, sometime in S4) and Caitlin were walking down the street... we were gonna get some coffee at Jitters because we had bolth been feeling oddly tired that morning.

"Are you afraid of anything-like, besides bees?" Caitlin asked and looked at me while we turned a corner

"A  couple things.." i started "like, you mean other than our entire family getting roundhouse kicked by story villians?"

"Yeah.. like, deeper things." I wondered why she was suddenly so curious about my fears, but i didn't ask why.  Maybe she was going to prank me or something, Halloween was coming up and i didn't want to make things akward,

"Well.." What am i afraid of?

"Oh come on, don't tell me you're fearless." Caitlin smiled at me.

I smiled back at her. I like her smile... maybe she uses an electric toothbrush.

"Sometimes i get scared that..." I paused, Caitlin looked at me, she didn't say anything but it was like a cartoon question mark had appeared next to her head. She has such an expressive face.. it's adorable.

"I get scared that i'll have to leave you... like, i'm not forced to but i'll have to choose the option where i leave you... it sounds we-" "It doesn't sound weird, that's actually..." she paused "not sweet, what's the word?"

I slowed down and smiled at her, while nearly tripping over a loose concrete slab and dying a few times.

"It's cute.." That answer surprised me, i've never heard anyone describe fear as cute.

"Not that you're scared but.. you didn't say "someone".. you said "me"..." she continued.

I looked down and smiled, trying to hide my blushing. "Well... you're my best friend.. i don't want to lose you."

Caitlin turned and looked at me, then said "Well you just hit the jackpot, because i don't plan on leaving any time soon." She smiled and held my hand. We were almost there but... i didn't want us to be, i wanted us to walk for longer together..

I smiled back of course. "Would you wanna.. maybe do this again sometime..?" I asked her. This is much better than breaching.

"Sure." She said smiling as she held the door open for me. "Besties first."

FNSIH

Writer talk: okay okay look at me, a writing machine XD i really like this fic tho! It's a good bit longer than my other one lol, or atleast i hope XD i has fun writing this!

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