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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years

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Kingdom Collisions II

I've just finished a book and it made me cry so happily I thought I'd post a fanfic to commemorate it. Also I'm probably going to start an AWAE/AoGG account soon because I cannot fathom living my life without a space dedicated to my darling loves. Anyway that isn't relevant to the post. This is just a fun little fic I've been writing on the side to try incorporate more descriptions into my writing (I'm a known dialogue whore). I see fit to write it whenever I feel like, so updates may be far and few between, however I do hope you enjoy whatever does come out. I adore this moody ansgty side to jercy. It's been fun to explore.

Masterlist, cat-eye aquamarine

Leave me alone.

[we have known loneliness forever]

Why did I ever agree to this?

[so we do not quite know what it is like]

I never asked you to say yes!

[to want]

Fuck you.

[one another]

-lonliness is a two-sided conversation//badpoetry

Percy doesn't even look at his husband. Doesn't acknowledge his perfect hair, or blazing eyes, or how close they're sitting. He just stares directly out the car window, arms folded across his chest. The rolling hills and wild lavender dance past his vision as the car bounces along the gravel road. They are almost to their destination, to solid ground and quiet, peace. Despite the circumstances he is excited to be back at the cabin his family has owned for so many years. He relishes in the fact that he can escape somewhere that is untainted by the rest of his life. Throngs of people, and public demand, and never ending scrutiny.

He is nothing short of pissed that he has to share his safe place with someone he despises so sweetly it is honey on his tongue to talk to them. But his mother had insisted if they were to act like a married couple they would have to go on a honeymoon and he had only agreed if he could choose the place. She wanted to send them to some private beach in Spain where they could pretend to be alone, oblivious to the paparazzi that were sure to follow, and the people who wanted to meet not one but two crown princes. It was his final stance that if he were being forced to spend time with his husband, it would at least be where he could enjoy it.

"Prince," A crackling voice says through the speakers.

Percy clicks a button on the arm rest, "Yes Mr James?"

"The security team has secured the area, would you like us to drop the bags off before you head inside or after?"

"Whenever suits you Mr James, I'm going for a walk."

Jason who had since then, fallen asleep, jolts awake as they go over a particularly bumpy area.

"And your husband Prince?"

"Ask him yourself, I'm sure he has much to say on the matter." Percy huffs, turning away.

"Prince Grace,"

Jason glares at Percy unimpressed with his dismissal and his rudeness towards the driver.

"Yes James sir?"

"Would you like your bags dropped off before or after you enter the area?"

"Before please, I feel it will help me settle in much easier if everything is already there."

Percy wants to scoff, who talks like that? This pretentious, stuck-up, goodie two-shoes is who. He wants to stick his tongue out, settle their rivalry like five year olds battling to see who can scowl for longer. Mostly, desperately he just wants to get out of this damn car. His leg bounces in time with the bumps, and his hands fidget in his lap. For all his princely training nobody ever managed to get him to sit perfectly still. His mother had finally given up and started carrying drawing pads and pencils wherever she went.

"Can you stop moving!" Jason growls.

"If it bothers you so much get out and walk." He spits back.

An eye roll is the reply but by then the car finally rumbles to a stop and a security detail is opening their doors.

"Princes,"

"Thank you Madison, Arlo." He manages to grit before he stomps off down the path and disappears into the woods.

"Where are you going?" He hears his husband yell. He doesn't bother to reply, someone will tell the Prince.

He kicks at the dark soil and pulls breath after breath into his lungs. He needs to calm down. Just then his ears catch the soft bubbling of a stream and he heads in the direction of the noise. The woods are quiet and cool. A soft breeze flutters between velvety leaves and needled pines, stirring the undergrowth. He wants to become one with the trees, become a branch that sways in greeting and grows friends, and feels the wind wrapping around it every evening. He just wants to stop being human for a little while.

And then the stream is underneath him, soaking his fancy shoes and fine thread socks. He laughs, tugs them off and sits down in the middle of the cold, flowing water. He can feel it run into him like ice in his veins. He dips a finger in, then another, his whole hand and shudders at the smooth caress. It has been so long since he just got to be. Here in this little stream, pants soaking, hands turning blue he has never felt so faraway, out of his body. The world narrows to his fingertips, to the bead of water running down his ankle and joining its family once more. His brain is far and long forgotten, simply taking up space in his skull. He decides right then and there that if he ever comes back to this world he'll come back as a rock in the stream. To live in this beautiful, ever-moving world, where the cold is a kiss and you can never meet the same drop of water twice seems a good life indeed.

Just then he hears a rustle behind him. In an instant he’s on his feet, pulling a dagger from his suit jacket, a white-knuckled grip on the hilt.

"Whoever you are come out right now. I am not in the mood."

"Relax," A deep smooth voice says, "It's just me."

"Oh," He pulls his lips up in half disappointment, half relief it wasn't danger. "What do you want?"

"Mr James wants to know if you want five or ten of the guards here for the remainder of the time here."

"I want zero." He frowned, "I just want to be left in peace for the next few days."

"Well it's not an option so choose." Practical, always so practical.

"Leave five here, there's three other cabins about half a mile out on either side of ours that should be enough space. Everyone else can go home."

"Of course, I'll leave you to it then." Jason nods, stands there awkwardly for a moment longer and then disappears into the greenery once more.

Percy doesn't know what to do, doesn't know whether he should scream or cry or laugh.

He hadn't let himself think too hard about the events of the last few weeks. He had shoved every feeling but contempt and general dislike deep deep down into his cage and threw the key into the deepest parts of his ocean of thoughts. He wasn't sure he had the strength to unpack everything that had happened. When his mother had came to him all those weeks ago a heartbroken look in her eyes he knew whatever had happened would be nothing short of a disaster. Within the week he was promised to Crown Prince Jason Grace of Caelum and had been shoved into endless, meetings in which wedding arrangements and economic agreements had to be made.

He didn't even meet the Prince till the night before they were to be wed but by then Percy had despised the whole ordeal so intensely he hadn't any happiness or hope left in him to be kind to the Prince. And even if he did gave some it would have vanished completely upon their introduction. Jason looked at him with such calculating authority he had reminded Percy of an old tutor who thought children should be seen and not heard, and learn whatever was given to them without question. Jason had been stiff, and unyielding, and looked just as unhappy or even unhappier to be meeting him. At dinner Jason only spoke when spoken too, he didn't fidget even once, and worst of all he somehow still managed to charm his mother in about five seconds. One dimpled smile, and a cute story about his first time riding a horse and Queen Sally Jackson had accepted him as one of their own. Percy on the other hand was ignored the entire dinner, and on the walk in the gardens, at the insistence of his advisor, they hardly said two words to each other. Whether it was because Jason was lost in his own world or letting his displeasure for the whole ordeal simmer and burn into their company as Percy was he would never know. Either way the walk ended with a gruff, formal goodbye before they headed to their rooms.

Percy shuts out the politics of the arrangement and how his life has turned into this unrecognizable hurricane of chaos. He cups some of water in his hands and drops it over his curls. Letting it drip down his temples and catch on his collarbones. The coolness soothes him, as water has always done. Finally when his blood is no longer boiling with hidden anger he steps out of the stream, picking up his discarded shoes and socks and sinks into the earth with each step.

The cabin has a soft orange glow in the windows, and the many cars that escorted them have disappeared. He throws his belongings by the door, shucks his pants off and steps inside. The interior is just as he remembers it. Where the castle was dripping with opulence and royalty, the cabin was simple and stripped to the bare essentials. He had always loved the place. Even when he was little and his mom would whisk him away for a secret weekend. She would pack hoards of cookies and ice-cream and light the fire immediately. They would sit on the soft, fleece rug, her with a book and him with his sketchpad, sipping cocoa and spooning ice cream straight from the tub. Then he didn't have to be the prince one day inheriting the crown and she didn't have to be the Queen dealing with every problem under the sun. They hadn't been back in a good few years and he misses everything about the space. He is silently grateful that Jason has lit the fire. Something familiar to hold onto.

"You're back." The Golden Prince says.

"Astute observation." He rolls his eyes but the blonde doesn't look up from whatever he's doing.

Percy walks into the space, shrugging his suit jacket off and unbuttoning his wrinkled white shirt. He hears a sharp inhale and glances up to see a red cheeked Jason staring at him.

"Why aren't you wearing any pants?"

"Oh," He laughs softly, "Yea they were wet so I took them off before I came in."

He sputters and blushes, glancing down and then peaking back up again.

"You alright there Prince?"

Jason clears his throat, and Percy watches that golden Adam's apple bob. His skin prickles with heat and he knows its time to go.

"I'm going to shower. I'll give you a tour afterwards if you want."

"That would be great."

With a nod in which they both avoid eye contact and general pleasantry he disappears into one of the three rooms of the cabin.

His shower is scorching, water pummeling against tired muscles. His mother always says a good shower and steaming cup of tea can fix more problems than a board of professionals. So far she hasn't been wrong.

"Hey," He walks back into the lounge sometime later, looking down as he ties the string on his pants, "You ready?"

The house is dead quiet, save for the crackle of the fire and the soft wind that whispers in the grooves of the floor.

"Jason?" He frowns, moving to stand in front of him.

The Prince is fast asleep, head lolling forward, book still clasped in his hands. Percy takes in his husband for the first time. Unobstructed by either of their waking emotions, or the general hustling that had shrouded their lives. Jason, he grudgingly admits, is beautiful. His hair looks soft and golden, and when it catches the light of the fire he's sure it's made from sunshine itself. And his skin is such a startling contrast to Percy's rich brown colour. The Prince's body, now folded into an awkward bent angle as he lay across the velvet-cushioned chair, is lithe and graceful. Corded with muscle but somehow still smooth in a way only an uptight Prince with a personal trainer may ever achieve. At least, he thinks sordidly, if I'm forced to marry someone he is as darling as Jason.

The blonde stirs softly, hand twitching, before he settles back into his position. As awkward and unhappy the two are with each other Percy can't leave him here. He's sure the Prince will bend into a chair himself if he slept like that all night long. So he gently taps his husband's shoulder, waking him almost immediately. Jason has never been a particularly heavy sleeper, and it is worse when he finds himself in a place he doesn't know. He blinks up at the world, blue eyes bright. They reminds Percy of the cat-eye aquamarine, the gemstone sat at the base of every crown ever made for his kingdom. He wonders what it says that the colour of his husband's eyes are also the colour he most associates with home. Just as quickly he expels those thoughts, content to bask in his clear dispassion and irritation for as long as this should last.

Jason scrubs a hand over his face, "Sorry you wanted to take me on a tour?"

"No, no there's time for that tomorrow. Why don't you head up to bed."

"Oh, okay. Goodnight then,"

"Goodnight Prince," He says stiffly.

"Sleep easy."

A nod in return and they both retire to their rooms, content to put the last week far behind them. Bury it under dreams, and hopes, and the promise of a tomorrow where nothing has tarnished it yet.

Percy left his window open, watched the tree outside it sway gently. Maybe tomorrow he would climb it and become acquainted with the birds in the nest.

He falls asleep, finally, to the chirp of crickets and the soft rustle of whispering leaves.

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simplychrisevansimagines · 4 years

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Open requests give me life, and so do your works 🤗. Would you write a blurb or hc about the reader being an Ex-Winter Soldier just like Buck, that has been lying low for a while? And maybe Sam and Bucky need her help on a mission, so they try to get to her and convince her to do so. Bucky might feel like he has met her before, but can't remember what happened between them... Thanks love, keep on writing!

Awe thank you so much. Plus, I love this idea and was really excited to receive it.

Just as a quick reference,

Adira is pronounced Ah-di-rah and it means strong in Hebrew. This is her real name. Her nick name is Adi pronounced Ahdi.

Lenna Is her Hydra given name and in German means Lion’s Mane.

And also, after writing this I just might make it into a series because I am in love. And I appreciate this request with my whole entire heart.

She pulled her freshly died black hair back into a tight bun, making sure her makeup was simple, no foundation, just waterline eyeliner, mascara and some CarMax to top it all off, she sighed in the mirror, “Another day, another dollar.” She reminded herself as she tucked the small dagger into her boots and zipped up her jacket, hiding the small pistol she kept inside her holster. No matter when she went out, she always went protected, even when danger is not present, she felt on edge all the time. She was trying her best to disappear, to become a ghost.

As she walked to the bookstore, she was constantly looking over her shoulder, getting a normal civilian job meant that she was ready to be reintroduced to society and wanted to seem as normal as possible. Not necessarily forgetting her past but coming to terms with it.

“Good morning Martha,” she smiled at the older lady who owned the place she worked at and was genuinely grateful for her, she was sweet and kind. Always was wearing a randomly patterned sweater, she was ever so eccentric, Adira did not think that she has seen the same one twice, but then again, she has only been here a mere three weeks. Today she was adorned in cats in French hats holding paint brushes along with some dark green pants and her signature brown Doc Martens always laced to the top.

“Hello Adi, you look beautiful today.” Martha smiled at the younger, as far as Martha knew, girl.

“Oh, thank you Martha,” Setting her black pea coat on the chair in the back she turned, “What ever trouble have you created for me today?” She slightly smiled to show the older lady that she was joking and not being serious.

“Well I’m getting to be to old to get on the ladder to reshelf the books on the higher shelves. Maybe this is a job for you?” She patted her arm gently.

Adira smiled, “Anything to make my calf muscles pop in some heels.” She laughed a little at Martha’s smile.

“Oh honey, I wish I could walk around in heels and dresses again. I miss the dances and all the music…” Martha drifted off, getting lost in her own thoughts for a moment.

“I think you’re wonderful. Why don’t we play jazz today and dance for ourselves?” Adi also missed the dances of the forties, she was always on assignments, all she wanted to do was dress pretty like the other girls and find a handsome man who was willing to tackle the world for her.

Martha’s face lit up like the Madison Square Garden Christmas Tree, “Oh hon, that would be wonderful.”

Adira turned on Pandora over the speakers instead of the normal ‘Top 100 Hits’ and pushed her cart of books that needed to be shelved in the back corner and slid the ladder over, carefully climbing up.

Getting in a rhythm and almost finishing she heard the front doorbell go off. Sliding down she walked to the front to see Martha talking to him. Suddenly, the memories flooded back like a dam breaking under the pressure of all the water.

“Hey Sarge! Are we going dancing?” Adira yelled as her friend stood next to her giggling.

“Yes, we are!” He turned around with a smile and his arms wide open.

She leaned against him as the band played something slow, she had only known him for a short time, but the connection was strong, she wasn’t sure if he felt it, but she did. She knew it would hurt when he left.

“You’re beautiful Adi, so beautiful.” She leaned into his soft touch, blushing. She had never been called beautiful before.

Placing a small kiss on her forehead, he pulled away from her.

“What do you say we get outta here and go get some ice cream?”

She could feel her face light up, “I like ice cream.”

Listening to his steady heartbeat as her head was upon his chest, his hand in her hair, stroking softly.

“I would like to come home to you doll, if that’s alright?”

Looking up at him through her lashes, Adi pressed a small kiss to his chin, “Sounds beautiful.”

There was knock at the door, Adi set down the bread she had been kneading and walked to the door, dusting her hands off on her apron.

“Are you Adira Davis?” The soldier at the door stood strong.

“Yes, can I help you?” There was a sick feeling in her gut.

“I’m sorry ma’am but Sargent James Buchanan Barnes was killed in action.”

She doesn’t remember the man leaving but she remembers the pain that tore her chest apart as she lay on the floor screaming. For days she did not lay in her bedroom, she did not shower, she gave up on herself, what was the point of living.

Bucky heard someone approaching on his right side, turning he seen one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He had a nagging feeling in the back of his head like he had known her before and just couldn’t seem to place where. She had fair skin, and dark hair pulled back away from her face showing her delicate features. Her eyes looked older, wiser, as if she knew things that no one else did. He picked up on this quickly for he had the same eyes. If he hadn’t been trained to spot things, he would have easily overlooked the slight outline of the pistol in her zip up jacket, and the slight shine of the handle of her pocketknife in her boot. He was curious on what danger she thought she was going to run into, she seemed harmless enough. He noticed the surprised look on her face like she had recognized him too.

“Sir?” Martha questioned leaning towards him slightly.

“I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t think you have what I’m looking for.” Bucky gave her a small tilt of the head, turned on his heel and briskly walked out the door.

“Well, that was interesting.” Martha chuckled to Adira as she took her place back behind the front counter.

“You’re telling me,” Adi muttered as she walked back to her spot, finished her job and clocked out for the day.

Walking back home her head was full of thoughts of why he was back… Why now and why here?

Locking her apartment door behind her she sat on her couch with a huff.

After Bucky left the bookstore, he climbed in the passenger seat, glancing over at Sam, he raised his eyebrows, “What?”

“So…. Did you find what you were looking for?” Sam flipped off the person that honked at him for merging into traffic to slowly.

“Uh, yeah she definitely works there.” Bucky rubbed his face.

“What’s wrong man? You look stressed, this isn’t the first time we have recruited help from other assassins before.”

“I just feel like I know her from somewhere s’all. Like she was important to me.”

“Lenna, again!”

Lenna wiped the sweat from her brow, getting ready in the attack position. The blindfold she was wearing was starting to collect her sweat.

Listening carefully and counting footsteps, Lenna was able to dodge the first attack but was not able to dodge the kick from the second attacker to the gut. Dropping to her knees and coughing the blindfold was ripped off.

“Lenna, I’m disappointed, we had such high hopes for you.”

She learned early on to hide her fear but could not control the screams from the pain of having her memory wiped, yet again.

Jerking awake from a painful memory, Adi realized she had fallen asleep on the couch after work and was covered in a layer of sweat.

Stretching slightly, she decided to pop a pizza in the oven and get ready to take a shower, one she knew she needed after the kind of day she had.

Waiting for the oven to preheat she poured herself a cup of chocolate milk, something she loved to drink as a pick me up. Whereas some people drink alcohol, it does not affect her due to the serum. Turning on Pandora and picking her favorite Indie Rock station, she popped the pizza in the oven and jumped in the shower, grateful for the hot water caressing her body like a warm hug.

She wanted to stay in there forever but keeping in mind that the pizza was in the oven, she rinsed off her soap. Finishing her shower, drying off and getting dressed, Adi made her way back into the kitchen to see two men sitting at her table, pizza already cut and on plates.

One was her lover, and the other an aviator.

I’ll post the rest tomorrow!

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thestuckylibrary · 5 years

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Mods’ Reads: December 2018

Here’s the list of everything the Mods have read this past month!

Mod Blue

Red Right Hand* by littleblackfox (complete | 71,532 | M) *graphic violence

"Steven,” Erskine says, his expression shifting from kindly to something sharper. “Make no mistake, there are things that go bump in the night. And we are the things who bump back.”

In 1943 Johann Schmidt attempts to open a portal to the nine realms to raise a demonic army against the Allied Forces. His efforts are thwarted by Abraham Erskine and the Howling Commandos, but not before something comes through - a child. A demon child, his body flame-red but for his silver left arm. Seventy years later Steve Rogers, still reeling from an encounter with a Djinn, is offered a job with the mysterious SSR, and comes face to face with the legendary Hellboy.

If You Ever Did Believe by wearing_tearing (oneshot | 33,192 | M)

Bucky Barnes will never die of a broken heart. The spell he cast at thirteen, in between white petals and whispered words of magic, makes sure of that.

But then Bucky murders someone, conspires with his sister to hide the body, and meets Steve Rogers.

Untitled Bullshit by hakunahistata, Izulkowa (complete | 16,678 | T)

“Date?” Steve smiles.

“Yeah, you an’ me. Dinner and a movie, or we could always skip straight to the fun stuff. I’m easy.”

Steve shakes his head with a small laugh. “Think you have the wrong idea, pal.”

“One of these days I’m gonna convince you that it’s me who has the right idea.” Bucky says, just like he does every appointment.

***

After an injury leaves Bucky Barnes armless, jobless, and back at his parent’s house, he meets his physical therapist, Steve Rogers. It’s not the best timing but it’s certainly not the worst.

The Courage In Silence Speaks Of Love* by Menatiera, Tsuminoaru (complete | 65,135 | M) *graphic violence

"Steve was used to weird things. He was used to mundane things too. What he wasn’t used to, however, was waking up at the crack of dawn to find an unconscious man in his backyard, clearly the reason behind the alarms being triggered."

Life isn't particularly exciting for an expelled Summer Knight in the human world, years after his mortal love died of old age. So he's a little surprised when his old world comes knocking on his door in the form of a wounded, masked and voiceless fey.

Turns out, the new visitor has a past, too, and when it catches up with them, the Summer Knight's life is going to get interesting again.

Unfortunately, among the Sidhe, interesting almost always means dangerous. To them, and to those who they want to protect as well.

it won't be a stylish marriage by mambo (oneshot | 1,546 | G)

Steve wants to propose.

But he's a little shy.

In My Cold Arms by alby_mangroves, coldwinterrose (Eris13), maichan (complete | 35,656 | E)

After James’ rescue in 1991, he felt like he’d built a pretty good, if slightly lonely, life for himself. He had a beautiful cabin in the woods, his cats for company, and his woodworking and knitting to keep him busy. One day though, he gets a phone call that could change everything.

When Steve woke to an unexpected and shocking future, he was at a loss for what to do with himself. There were no more wars to fight, and no home to go back to. He struggled to figure out who he is in this new world; until he finds that maybe he didn’t lose as much as he first thought.

Part 2 of blessed be the boys time can't capture

At Sixes and Sevens by Speranza (oneshot | 2,938 | M)

Part 13 of 4 Minute Window

Hearts Like Ours by FindingFrancis, wearing_tearing (complete | 100,590 | E)

“You’re kind of a weird one, aren’t you?”

Bucky gasps, all mock-offense. “We’re rolling with the insults today, aren’t we?”

Steve flushes again, shoulders tight. “Sorry. Just… Sorry.”

Bucky’s expression softens, and he goes with his gut as he reaches a hand out, fingers grazing the back of Steve’s hand on the table. Steve’s skin is warm, just as Bucky thought it would be. “It’s okay. It’s actually kind of nice knowing you can match my level of asshole.”

Today, of all days, is the day Bucky is going to meet the love of his life. Imagine his surprise when it turns out to be Captain America. Or: The Adventures of Bucky Barnes, the Shitty Psychic.

Lovecraft in Brooklyn* by littleblackfox (complete | 20,562 | E) *graphic violence

Bucky shrugs. “My brothers wish me dead. But I have claimed this world as mine, and should any dare approach I will slaughter them, and their progeny.” “Oh,” Steve says weakly. “Well, it’s tough coming from a large family.”

Part 1 of Lovecraft in Brooklyn

We Are Salmon in the Stream After Years At Sea* by littleblackfox (complete | 18,218 | E) *graphic violence

Steve sighs. “This creepy looking hobo cornered me in the store, spouting some shit about congress with an abomination.” Bucky bares his teeth. All of them. Even Steve finds it unsettling. “I will devour him.” “No!” Steve waves a finger under Bucky’s nose. “No eating people, remember.” “Rule number one,” Bucky grumbles. “No eating humans, or human-like things.” He gives Steve a sullen glare. “I will rend his foul tongue from his worthless form.” “Well, so long as you don’t eat it afterwards.”

Part 2 of Lovecraft in Brooklyn

sun falls moon lights by silentwalrus (oneshot | 1,726 | G)

'Tis the season.

Part 3 of Bucky Barnes Gets His Groove Back & Other International Incidents

back seat drive by silentwalrus (oneshot | 9,683 | E) (reread)

Bucky wants a car. Bucky gets a car. Now Bucky wants to blow Steve while he’s driving the car. It’s awful, how Steve just keeps giving him what he wants.

Part 1 of ridin'

under the hood by silentwalrus (oneshot | 17,007 | E)

Steve continues his terrible campaign of giving Bucky things. Bucky continues various terrible campaigns of his own.

Part 2 of ridin'

No Sacrifice Required* by cleo4u2, xantissa (oneshot | 8,722 | E) *graphic violence

Tentacle Gods: do not mix with Hydra.

Part 1 of Consentacles: Adventures of an Elder God

Tentacles in Love by cleo4u2, xantissa (oneshot | 10,119 | E)

No matter how Clint looked at it, the guy visiting Disneyland and window shopping while eating ice cream could not be the Winter Soldier, much less the reason for the trail of murder and mayhem he and Natasha were following. It couldn’t be the pretty, not-all-there companion either. But someone was leaving Hydra bodies, half-eaten and crushed, all along the Pacific seaboard. Someone who happened to be where the Winter Soldier and his pretty blond friend happened to be.

Part 2 of Consentacles: Adventures of an Elder God

Common Revelations and Other Catastrophes by maikurosaki, Stucky1980 (complete | 29,118 | E)

In retrospect, the moment it dawned on Bucky that he might be in love with his best friend wasn't really a big deal. In fact, as far as epiphanies went, this one was actually kind of underwhelming. Maybe Bucky had lived his whole life with the misconception that an epiphany was supposed to change him forever and doom him to a permanent state of revelation that would make him see clearly the pathway of his life.

What a bunch of crap!

Starlight* by Hopeless--Geek (wuzzy90), littleblackfox (complete | 50,707 | M) *graphic violence

There is no time. No time to process, no time to grieve. Steve pushes the horror, the guilt, down into the pit of his stomach, a lead weight that would crush him if he allowed it. The noise from the array distorts, changing in frequency as the light flares up, painfully bright. Steve turns away, shielding his eyes, and sees the Borg on the walkway before him move stiffly, its head still bowed. It slowly rises, lifting its head. The red laser sighted by its right eye strobes across Steve’s face as it turns towards him. It was human, once. It’s eyes a shade of blue that Steve hasn’t seen in half a lifetime.

I know you.

Hold My Hand Along The Shore by littleblackfox (oneshot | 5,284 | G)

So there were these two guys. They had never met, never spoken to each other, but one day one of them wrote a letter. If you held my hand, I would feel it.

Check, Mate? by talkplaylove-art (talkplaylove), wearing_tearing (oneshot | 1,938 | T)

A notification from Check, Mate? blinks back at him. Steve’s heart speeds up when he opens the app and then his face breaks into a blinding grin when sees what’s waiting for him.

James likes him back.

Part 1 of endgame

Part 5 of Happy Steve Bingo

Just About Half-Past Ten by rohkeutta (oneshot | 1,979 | T)

But as he reaches Madison Avenue, Stark Tower a mere block away, the skies open with a whoosh, and he barely manages to duck under the construction scaffolding perched over the sidewalk. Thunder rumbles overhead, and Bucky frantically checks every compartment of his bag for an umbrella he knowsis there.

It’s not. He does find some loose glitter, though, and a lipstick he wore for Pride and had thought he’d lost, plus a spare Metro Card he can’t remember buying.

He also gets a crystal clear flashback of leaving the umbrella under his desk to dry yesterday morning, and never picking it up again.

Leave Those Umbrellas At Home by rohkeutta (oneshot | 2,441 | T)

Bucky watches the watery snow come down and thinks about it, his mood deflating steadily. He imagines Steve going home the next morning, sitting down at his desk and opening his Super-Secret Sexcapade Journal and writing Bucky’s name in next to a carefully-thought Preparation & Performance Grade.

B+ for the effort to look nice naked, C- for being embarrassingly vanilla and wanting to do it face-to-face so he could scritch his fingers through Steve’s beard and hair. Not worth a repetition. Kinky Grade: F.

Bucky’s being uncharitable and he knows it, but Hangry Barnes can be a sad sack of shit when he wants to.

Get Scrooged by alby_mangroves, leveragehunters (Monkeygreen) (complete | 19,765 | T)

You'll be haunted by three spirits. The first is gonna come tomorrow when the bell tolls one. That's in the morning. The second's gonna come the next day at the same time, and the third, same again.

Bucky was keeping his head down in his tiny apartment in Bucharest, because that's what you did when you were a former brainwashed assassin and never knew who might be coming after you. You kept your head down, you didn't draw attention, and you tried real hard not to think about what you'd done, all while trying to piece together your fractured memory.

But it doesn't matter how down you keep your head—once the Bureau of Christmas Spirit has you in its sights, you're getting a visit from the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Yet to Come. No appeal, no review, and you can't lock the doors and pretend you're not home.

Luckily for Bucky his Ghosts have their own agenda, but whatever happens...someone's getting Scrooged.

buachaill sciobail by silentwalrus (complete | 5,271 | not rated)

“Okay,” Sam says. “Okay. Alright. O-kay. I just, I gotta say, man, when you told me ‘Bucky is a selkie’ this is not... really…. what I... imagined.” “What did you imagine?” Steve says. Across his lap - or rather covering his entire body from the waist down - the eight hundred pound tube of blubber that is J.B. Barnes blows a snot bubble.

Part 1 of barnacle boy

teach your man to fish by silentwalrus (oneshot | 12,835 | T)

Bucky doesn’t deign to stay in Stark Tower for much longer than it takes to completely clean out the kitchens’ fish supply. After slurping down the last oyster and sneering in disgust at the contents of the walk-in freezer, Bucky turns to Steve, pelt over his shoulder, and says, “Where do you live?”

Podfic available by the magnificent Quietnight!

Part 2 of barnacle boy

where the dread fern grows by silentwalrus (oneshot | 6,684 | G)

Sam's gotta buy a wedding present, and nothing but elf booze will do.

Part 1 of a greenhouse in brooklyn

march of the pumpkins by silentwalrus (oneshot | 2,380 | G)

Halloween in Brooklyn, bog witch style.

Part 2 of a greenhouse in brooklyn

Scenes From A Marriage: Mailbag by Speranza (complete | 17,908 | not rated)

This is the 4 Minute Window Advent calendar for 2018! As always, my goal is to tell a little bit of story each day (knock wood) between the Immaculate Conception and Christmas. Explicit eventually, the rest as it comes. This year's story features letters written, in world, to Captain America. If you want to write a letter to Cap, drop it in the comments or email me and I might use it (but no promises, because this is a terrifying tightwire act as it is.) Also feel free to request things you want to see and I'll see what I can do. Hope you enjoy: buckle up!

Part 14 of 4 Minute Window

Wrecks My Nerves by castiowl (complete | 48,344 | E)

Honestly, all Bucky wants to do is win Hell's Kitchen so he can get out of his shitty apartment and be happy for once in his life, but then Steve is there and he's awful and wonderful and terrible and ruining everything. It's the Avengers: Hell's Kitchen!

The Big American Family Cooking Showdown by dearlydraupadi (complete | 11,066 | G)

Steve Rogers is a cameraman for the Big American Family Cooking Showdown. Bucky Barnes is a contestant along with his mother and sister. Steve Rogers can't stop filming Bucky Barnes' beautiful face. It's not long before the rest of the crew is getting annoyed, Bucky is getting a clue, and Steve is getting embarrassed. Welcome to the Big American Family Cooking Showdown!

Art for Art's Sake by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen) (oneshot | 4,101 | T)

“But Professor Barnes is more fun,” Steve said, smiling wickedly, pressing the tip of one long finger to Bucky’s chest. Bucky’s brain flatlined at the contact, left him blinking down at Steve. Steve watched him for a bit, then his smile softened and he let his hand fall. “James, then. And you can explain what’s so fascinating about the painting.”

Bucky pulled himself together with an effort. “I think the artist who painted this was having some fun. Maybe he didn’t like the guy he was painting it for?” Steve looked at him sharply. Bucky didn’t quite know why, maybe he'd made some sort of art faux pas, but he pointed at the shadowy spot with the pigs. “Here. You can tell me if I’m imagining it.”

Steve leaned in, following the line of Bucky’s finger, one hand settling gracefully onto Bucky’s bicep for balance. His hand was warm, his long fingers strong and supple as they curled slightly, and Bucky swallowed hard and called himself nine kinds of idiot. He was a grown man, not some high school kid with a crush. Steve’s hand was on his arm, not anywhere interesting. This was stupid.

His suddenly racing heart seemed determined to ignore the message.

no matter how long the day is (i'll come home to you) by alby_mangroves, talkplaylove (oneshot | 27,769 | T)

Steve’s spent an hour along Portobello Road before he sees the paparazzi on the left side of the street, trying to be inconspicuous by a street lamp. He crosses the street and ducks into the first store he sees, tucked behind a screaming red door and under a blue and white striped awning.

He listens, feet planted in front of the door, shoulders tense, as he looks around the shop. Row upon row of books are on the shelves in front of him, the wood creaking under their weight. Behind the counter is a dark haired man wearing a jacket, elbow on the table, stubbled chin on one hand, gloved left hand flipping the pages of a book.

No one follows Steve in.

Or, the one where Captain America travels the world, learns how to be Steve Rogers again, and meets Bucky Barnes along the way. Also: the one where two old souls fall in love over young adult books, long distance calls, and texting at strange hours of the day.

The Heart of a Dying Star by layersofart (layersofsilence), velleities (complete | 38,200 | E)

As ancient legends have it, mighty magical weapons can be forged in the heart of a dying star.

Wanda, driven by her desire to avenge her brother’s death and backed by Hydra and their secret plans, uses ancient magic to knock a star down from the sky.

Halfway across the land, Steve, the Captain of the Avengers Guard, finds a fallen star named Bucky.

Mod Julia

Steve Rogers and the minefields of social media by cpt_winniethepooh (oneshot | 1,795 | T)

Steve gets a Twitter account, then an Instagram one, then he gets Bucky back, too.

Kissin' by the mistletoe (Love came to stay) by obsessivereader (oneshot | 4,949 | E)

“I told you,” Steve wheezes, as he tries to catch his breath. “Didn’t I fucking tell you we'd fall if you didn't quit pushing?”

He’d laugh if he had any air left in his lungs. Instead, all he can do is stare up at Bucky as the sound of his carefree laugh winds its way around Steve’s heart. He barely even registers the cold seeping in through his jacket and jeans as he lies in the snow, attention catching instead on the snowflake clinging to Bucky’s lashes. Were Bucky’s eyes always that luminous? The crinkles around his eyes so endearing? Were his lips always that pink?

Bucky’s laugh dies away at Steve’s continued silence. A strange expression settles on his face, like he’s looking into the face of a stranger for the first time, studying and cataloging Steve’s features one by one—eyes, nose, mouth.

Cafe Au Écoute by littlesystems (oneshot | 3,829 | T)

No matter where Steve goes, there's always the chance that he'll overhear a conversation about himself - or rather, Captain America. This coffee shop is no different. The fact that he keeps eavesdropping well past the point of plausible deniability is another matter entirely.

the audacity by mcwho (oneshot | 2,598 | M)

“I don’t know where you all got the idea that I was giving it to Steve with the lights off under the blankets in total silence by candlelight, but you’re all wrong. Wrong.”

Home is a Smell, Home is a Heartbeat by odetteandodile (oneshot | 3,633 | M)

Bucky cooks an old recipe of Sarah Rogers'.

Steve learns that sensory memory is a bitch.

It all comes out okay in the end.

Leave Those Umbrellas At Home by rohkeutta (oneshot | 2,441 | T)

Bucky’s being uncharitable and he knows it, but Hangry Barnes can be a sad sack of shit when he wants to.

Catch of the Day by Eremji (handsfullofdust) (oneshot | 4,680 | E)

Bucky’s not laughing at him, not where Steve can see, but after Thor gives Steve an appraising look, scratching his beard absently, and says with usual cheer, “You’re most fortunate. This enchantment is only temporary,” Bucky makes sure he’s not in Steve’s direct line of sight.

It's about par for the course that Steve Rogers get himself in all manner of trouble. A couple extra limbs are really no big deal.

all the words are gonna bleed from me by doctorenterprise (oneshot | 1,151 | M)

It’s been a long time since Steve felt such an unwavering, steady rage.

A brief, dark look into Steve's devotion to James Buchanan Barnes.

What Makes a Home by i_buchanan (oneshot | 14,788 | E)

Bucky's grateful to be living with Steve again. Grateful to have another chance to keep him close, regardless of the stress of keeping his feelings to himself. It would be a lot easier to do that, however, if Steve didn't seem intent on getting him more than he could think to ask for.

Long Live the Long Lost King by Kryptaria (oneshot | 1,980 | T)

Bucky had no idea he was royalty.

To be fair, it’s not like they had DNA tests and ancestry databases when he was a kid. But now? Turns out his sisters had kids, and their kids had kids, and someone got a multi-pack discount on DNA test kits.

I Can Say The Sun Burns Much Brighter Today by Kajmere (oneshot | 5,919 | T)

Over the years, Steve has learned to choose his battles wisely when it comes to arguing with Natasha. So, when she hands him a set of keys and says they’re dropping him off at one of her secure locations in the middle of Steve-can’t-even-remember, Europe, for a few days of rest, he puts up a fight for all of thirty seconds before resigning with a sigh.

Snow way out by TyrantTirade (oneshot | 17,161 | E)

The call barely goes through, Natashas voice lagging in and out until it becomes more clear. Steve hopes that it stays that way for at least a few minutes, long enough to figure out what to do to salvage the situation. So much for a winter vacation, he thinks.

“So,” he starts, “I think there's a blizzard here.”

two strangers in the bright lights by Claudia_flies (oneshot | 7,348 | E)

It really is an accident. Steve wouldn’t even call it a slip of the tongue, because what he said and the way it was heard were two different things.

christmas traditions by belovedmuerto (oneshot | 2,091 | T)

Bucky wants to know what they used to do at Christmas.

I got that good thing for you by canistakahari (oneshot | 5,830 | E)

When it comes down to it, Steve will do anything for Bucky. Even if that involves fulfilling a very specific seasonally-adjacent fantasy.

re:spite by steebadore (oneshot | 4,150 | T)

It starts, as most things do, with spite. The problem is, it doesn't end there.

A Tree for (Not Quite) Christmas by layersofsilence (oneshot | 4,348 | T)

Steve’s been up since three in the morning to deal with these assholes. All he wants now is to go back to their safehouse and nap until Tony picks them up.

Of course, he should've known better than to ruminate on that particular subject. As soon as the thought crosses his mind his peaceful bubble is absolutely and comprehensively shattered, first by the slam of a screen door and then by a small girl who barrels from her porch to crash headlong into Steve’s legs.

Undercover by glyphsbowtie (oneshot | 1,094 | T)

Steve Rogers says these words in a matter-of-fact tone that has Bucky nodding for a second, before he catches himself. “Wait- what? You're going to kick his ass?” The tiny man next to him nods. “I don't like bullies,” he shrugs. “Anyway, I thought I would let you know because I would hate for you to get hurt.” “Gee, thanks.” Bucky is staring in absolute shock at this adorable vigilante. “Um, has it not occurred to you to call the police, pal?”

territorial by mcwho (oneshot | 2,734 | E)

The thing about Steve Rogers is that he’s a jealous, possessive, Grade-A All-American asshole

#mod picks

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lovelyirony · 7 years

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Thor the Dramatic Theater Kid

ok so all i can think about with the dramatic “YEs!!! I know HIM HE’S A FRIEND FROM WORK” scene and literally Anything Thor Has Done Ever is that he’s so dramatic?????? like he couldn’t lift the hammer and he immediately cries on the floor in rain and even Clint is like “lol sorry emo alien bye i’m not gonna shoot u coulson leave the emo kid alone”

So guess who got introduced to theater??? This emo drama kid Thor.

Darcy likes playing show tunes because on the off chance, Jane will dance to the hits and not do her Science for the next three days. Thor is used to Science (lmao I’m pretending everything is fine with everyone As Usual) but he doesn’t know about theater music because the last two times, Darcy’s been working through her early 2000s so that Thor will willingly hum “Womanizer” by Britney Spears on a mission. (Clint cried. Sam Wilson keeps saying that they need to get Thor to sing “It’s Raining Men”)

Well, Darcy starts playing Chicago. Thor likes the jazzy beats and the Cell Block Tango. “They are admirable for their feats!” He proclaims. Darcy snorts.

“Thor, it’s murder.”

“So?” Jane mutters. “Murder’s not that bad.”

“Jane, don’t say that,” Darcy says. “You’ll give the Young Child an impression.”

“Darcy, I am not a Young Child,” Thor responds. “Just because you think I don’t understand your customs regarding crimes does not mean I’m a child. What is this music?” So Darcy gets to explain theater.

Thor loves it. It’s like on Asgard, but with more fun songs!! Darcy introduces him to the best, Barbra Streisand, in Funny Girl. Thor loves “Don’t Rain on My Parade” and sings it in the morning to wake up Bruce, who was grumpy the night before.

“THOR!” Bruce yells. “Don’t do that! Why are you singing Streisand?”

“I’m GOnna LIVE AND LIVE NOW” Thor responds, doing a little dance-- “BAM! HEY MR. ARMSTRONG HERE i AMMMMM”

“It’s Mr. Arnstein!” Steve responds.

“Why do you know that!?” Tony yells back.

“I’m old, not dead!” Thor just laughs. He wants to know more about theater and their musicals.

Jane introduces him to Phantom of the Opera, where they mutually agree that Christine Daae (or however they spelled her name idc) is not very good with decision making and honestly???? The phantom is such an emo kid.

But then they get to Hamilton. Thor loves it. “You’re learning every part Hercules Mulligan and James Madison sing,” Darcy says.

“James Madison sounds lame,” Thor replies.

“Thor, you ignorant slut,” Jane Foster said. “He was our shortest president and was the only one who I like.”

“Don’t forget Calvin Coolidge!” Darcy calls. “Jane, where did you put the...Science Pretzel Machine?”

“Darcy, it doesn’t look like a Pretzel Machine.” Thor snorts, pausing “Yorktown”

“Jane, it does looks your people’s Pretzel Machine.” Jane just crosses her arms.

The crowning moment is when Thor hears someone’s ringtone at a press conference. It’s the song “Winter’s Ball” (his fave, among others,) and he just busts out moves and belts out the lyrics.

He gets free tickets.

Jane cries from laughter. Thor serenades her with “Masquerade” to make sure that she gets the right ice cream from the store.

“You’re such a drama queen,” Jane sighs.

“You love me,” Thor teases. “What musical is next?”

#Thor the Theater Kid #i was listening to hamilton #and who better to sing it than thor #would any other superhero sing it???#i mean maybe batman #but that's because i find that one funny #jane foster #darcy lewis #Steve Rogers #tony stark

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adothoe-archive · 7 years

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Okay

Request: Hi I have a odd request but could you do a fic where the reader and Oak break up and the reader has to learn to move on? I know it’s weird but I’m just going through a lot right now and this would be a huge help. Thank you so much.

Pairing: James Madison x Reader

Warning: angsttttt

Kink Tag: smut free

Period: Modern

Word Count: 2276

Song: “Breathe” - Taylor Swift

A/N: i got this request before i announced that i wouldn’t be writing cast fics so instead of Oak, here’s my first JMads fic! this time jumps a lot but they’re all from the point of view of the “today” part, meaning all time jumps are x amount of time from today.

2 Years Ago

“Don’t look now but that hot guy over there is checking you out.” Your best friend Maria said, looking over your shoulder. “Ooh, he has a hot friend too.”

You rolled your eyes fondly and sipped your latte. Maria was always on the lookout for cute guys.

“Will there ever come a day where you don’t comment on the attractiveness of guys we encounter?”

She tilted her head, thinking for a moment. “Probably not. I’m poly af for a reason.”

You laughed. “You did not just say af out loud.”

“Yes, I did. But more importantly, hot guy numero uno is coming over here right now.” She winked at you, grabbing her coffee and purse before sweeping away from your table quickly. Most likely to find Hot Guy’s friend.

Aforementioned Hot Guy finally made it to your table and cleared his throat to announce his presence. “Hi… uh, I’m James and I told my friend that I think you’re really pretty so he kinda made me come over here.” He chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck, a blush forming on his really cute face. “Would you mind if I sat?”

You shook your head and smiled at him as he sat down, holding your hand out for him to shake.

“Y/N. And for the record, I think you’re really cute too.” You grinned at him and James’ blush widened.

Maybe Maria’s boy crazy habits weren’t so bad after all.

Today

You packed up the last box in your apartment and you couldn’t help but notice how sad it looked without all the memories you and James had made over the course of the last two years. The pictures of the two of you that had hung framed on the walls were gone, pale spots where they used to be. The whiteboard on the fridge was devoid of any loving messages and instead had reminders for when the movers would be arriving.

Maria came back up the stairs and leaned against the door frame, looking at you sadly. “You doing okay?”

You sniffled and wiped your eyes. “Not really. Is it bad that I still love him?”

She wrapped her arms around you in a warm embrace. “Not at all. It’s normal, completely normal. You’ll get over him eventually and it will be okay.”

“What if I don’t?”

“You will. You have me, your best friend who can’t help but set you up with cute guys. And I will supply you with rebound after rebound until you’re okay again.”

You laughed quietly. “You’re the best, Maria.”

She grinned, trying to coax a smile out of you. “I know.” She picked up the last box. “You ready?”

At your nod, she walked out the door and waited for you, like always, in the hallway. You followed her out and turned your key in the lock. It seemed like an ending and you didn’t know how Maria was so positive you’d be okay again.

You definitely weren’t okay now.

18 Months Ago

You held James’ hand as you strolled down the street after your movie date. He had been nervous since he picked you up at the beginning of the night and you hoped this wasn’t his way of breaking up with you. He wouldn’t take you out to a movie only to break up with you later. Right?

He smiled at you and gently tugged on your hand to pull you to a stop, snow falling around you. You smiled up at him expectantly, knowing he had something to say.

“So… we’ve been dating for like six months and I really, really like you. You’re sweet and funny and amazing and I…”

“James?”

“I love you.”

A wide smile broke across your face and you pulled him down to kiss you. “I love you too.”

He grinned and kissed you again, cupping your cheeks with his gloved hands. A whistle from somewhere across the street broke the two of you apart. James smiled bashfully at you and offered his hand again.

You couldn’t stop smiling the rest of the way back to your apartment. You had a boyfriend and he loved you. That’s all you’d ever wanted.

3 Months Later

Everything still reminded you of him. You avoided the coffee shop you had met him in, you cut your hair because he’d told you once he loved how long it was, you couldn’t watch Christmas movies because the snow reminded you of the first time he said ‘I love you.’ You’d even been dodging Maria’s calls and texts because she technically introduced the two of you.

You filled your days with mindless work and your nights with inane Lifetime movies. The most exciting thing you did on Friday nights was pick up ice cream at the grocery store. You didn’t know how to be okay anymore.

Your parents were worried and so were your friends, but you couldn’t make yourself care. He left you, so why couldn’t you leave everyone else?

I’m fine, you told them over and over again.

You were fine, honestly. Just fine.

1 Year Ago

You jumped anxiously in your seat next to James as you waited for his parents to arrive. You had been dating for a year and last week he’d asked you if you wanted to meet his parents.

So, here you were in a cute little cafe on West 52nd, freaking out. James laughed at you.

“They’re just my parents. They won’t bite, Y/N.”

“You know, I’ve never understood that phrase, but they’re your parents so they can do a lot worse than bite.”

“Like what?”

“Force you to break up with me.”

“That would never happen.”

“Look, no matter how much we want to admit it, our parents have a lot of influence over our lives-” You were cut off by James pressing his lips to yours.

“I love you. Nothing they can say will change that.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You smiled and leaned closer to him, trusting him completely. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

6 Months Later

You sat on your couch, remote in hand, waiting for Maria to finish making the popcorn.

“You make it seem like rocket science with how long you take,” you called over your shoulder to her.

“Hey! Popcorn is an art! I’ve never seen you pop all the kernels in a bag without burning any.”

“That’s because I don’t care.” You stole a handful as she plopped down on the cushion next to you.

Maria took the opportunity to pick the remote from your grasp and turned to the tv, looking through your Netflix queue.

“Hey!”

“It’s my turn to pick the movie, Y/N, so be quiet and eat that perfectly made popcorn.”

You rolled your eyes but scooped another handful from the bowl. You snorted when you saw the movie she chose. “Zootopia?”

“It’s actually a very good movie and it passes the Bechdel test.”

“Who knew?”

“I did.”

“Yeah, yeah-”

“Shut up! It’s starting,” she yelled at you.

But you smiled. You weren’t okay yet, but you were starting to feel normal again.

6 Months Ago

You were sprawled over his couch, feet in his lap, staring at the ceiling as he rubbed your feet after work.

“What do you want for dinner?”

“Anything but takeout. Please, I think my body is going to die if it doesn’t get a vegetable soon.”

He laughed and the skin around his eyes crinkled in a cute way. “A vegetable? Just a single vegetable?”

“Yeah, one carrot ought to do it.”

James pulled on your ankles to bring you closer to him and you yelped in surprise. Pulling you into his lap, he wrapped his arms around your waist. You raised an eyebrow in response.

“What? I can’t kiss my girlfriend?”

“You’re not kissing me-”

“Not yet,” he grinned and connected his lips with yours.

You smiled and leaned into the kiss. It was simple moments like these that you loved.

You pulled away just to tease him. “So, dinner?”

He growled and you laughed as he laid you down on his couch to crawl over you, this time kissing down your neck.

He had to ask his question twice because you were so distracted by the feel of his mouth on your skin.

“Will you move in with me?” He pulled away from your neck to look at you.

“Really?”

He grinned at you. “Yes, really.”

You grinned back and pulled him down for another kiss. “Yes! I’ll move in with you!”

James laughed and gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

9 Months Later

Maria had finally convinced you to go out on a Friday night to a new club called Vision. It sounded dumb to you but then again, most club names were random words. You were feeling good lately but you still had those moments everyday when you thought about James. It stung, but it wasn’t painful anymore.

You let Maria pick out your outfit, a sassy red halter dress from her closet since yours had morphed into a sweatpants emporium in the past few months. She did your hair and makeup and you were surprised to see how good you looked. It made you genuinely smile for what felt like the first time in forever.

You walked hand in hand with your best friend past the line of clubbers trying to get into Vision. “So what are we doing tonight?”

You grinned at her. “We’re getting me a rebound.”

She grinned back at you and flicked her hair. “Damn straight we are.”

“And we’re also getting you a potential rebound’s cute friend.”

“I knew I kept you around for a reason.” At that, the two of you reached the head of the line and Maria flirted with the cute bouncer until he let you guys in.

You whispered to her as you walked into the club. “He was cute.”

Maria sent you back a soft smile. “That’s the first time I had something like that from you in awhile.”

“It felt good.”

“Well, keep up that attitude because here comes two hot guys right now.” She grinned and sized up the bald one on the right. Holding out a hand when the two men reached you, she put on a sultry look. “Maria Reynolds. Who do I have the pleasure of dancing with tonight?”

The man grinned and took her hand. “Aaron Burr.” He gestured towards the dancefloor. “Shall we?”

Maria winked at you and followed her new toy, swaying her hips as she went. You rolled your eyes fondly and turned back to the man’s friend you had almost forgotten about.

He smiled sheepishly at you. “She’s the friend that drags you out, right?”

You laughed. “You have no idea.”

“Charles Lee.” He stuck out his hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You took his hand and he kissed it, making you blush.

He smiled at you again, this time with more confidence. “Wanna dance?”

You smiled back, thinking to yourself that it’s about time you started to have fun again. “I’d love to.”

4 Days Ago

“I don’t love you anymore.”

Your mouth opened in shock. This couldn’t be happening.

“What- James? I don’t understand.” Your voice sounded pathetic even to you.

“I said I don’t love you anymore. You’re needy and annoying and honestly, the sex isn’t that great.”

“But I love you!”

“God, don’t you listen?” James slammed his hand down on the table. “I. Don’t. Love. You.” He enunciated each word carefully as if you were stupid. “I don’t think I ever did.”

You winced at that. All this time… the past two years had been amazing. There was no way you could believe that he didn’t love you for one minute of that.

“You’re the one who said ‘I love you’ first, James! Don’t lie and say you never felt the way I do!”

“It doesn’t matter if I said it first, or at all. I take it back; I take it all back! We’re breaking up and I want you out of my apartment by the end of the week.”

“James-”

“I mean it, Y/N. You’re not wanted here anymore.”

“But I love you…”

Silence.

1 Year Later

You walked into the coffee shop hand in hand with your boyfriend, not realizing it was the one you had met James in until you ran into him in line.

Of course he still came here, you realized. It’s the closest place to his apartment.

His eyes widened when he saw you and his gaze shifted between you and Charles, then down to your entwined hands.

“Y/N?”

You smiled cooly. “James? Hi, it’s been awhile. How are you?”

“I’m…okay.” He cleared his throat, glancing at Charles again. “And you?”

“I’m great, actually. I got a promotion at work.”

“That’s great. Who-”

“Oh, sorry. This is my boyfriend, Charles.” You smiled up at the man beside you.

Charles held out a hand for James to shake and you were fondly reminded of the day the two of you met.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

James took his outstretched hand, shaking it briskly. “Uh, yeah, same here.” His name was called by a barista. “Well, I, uh-”

You shook your head with a smile. “No problem. It was nice seeing you.” You turned back to Charles without waiting for a goodbye and leaned into his side. He kissed your forehead.

You hadn’t lied when you told James you were doing great. Your life was finally yours again and the best part was, you were finally okay.

#hamilton #james madison x reader #madison x reader #james madison #james madison angst #hamilton imagine #james madison imagine #madison #ham

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