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thedensworld · 7 months

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Sweet Macaroons | C.Sc

Pairing: Gangster!Seungcheol x Baker!Reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Words Count: ±600

Summary: Seungcheol was far from pleased when a food critic posted a negative review that started to impact your sales. He couldn't stand to see you upset.

In the midst of a picturesque five months, Seungcheol, with an air of exclusivity, tenderly asked you to be his girlfriend. Everything seemed to move in slow motion around you, as if the universe itself was savoring the moment. His crew, astounded, couldn't fathom that a humble bakery owner just down the block from their bar had captured their boss's heart. He had transformed into something they never imagined: a unabashedly cheesy boy. Even Jeonghan, Seungcheol's right-hand man, remained baffled by the depth of his friend's infatuation with you. He couldn't quite grasp what had caused Seungcheol to fall so hard until he witnessed how Seungcheol would gladly stop the world at your command.

As an example of Seungcheol's devotion, he had gone as far as hiring a bodyguard to watch over you and ensure your safety. Seungcheol, ever mysterious about his business, would simply say, "I do business in Seoul and Busan," which, in its own way, was true. He owned nearly a hundred bars and nightclubs, not to mention his own association—a realm of details you didn't need to delve into.

Your bodyguard, Jun, who currently disguised as a barista in your bakery, would dutifully relay every detail to Seungcheol. This included mundane activities like your trips to the grocery store, visits from friends at the bakery, or even encounters with rude customers. Despite being in the know about your daily affairs through Jun, Seungcheol cherished hearing you recount your day, especially when it involved a customer that cussed on you. He'd teasingly inquire, "Should I track him down and make him pay?" A promise he would have swiftly fulfilled if you had not said, "No, you don't have to. I'll give him a piece mind when I'm a billionaire."

At times, Seungcheol really wants to say, "Marry me, and you can cuss him back in an instant." He was acutely aware of the influence he held.

However, he received an extremely irritating message from Jun, stating that a popular food critic had left a scathing review on their social media, claiming to have found a fly and cockroach legs in your sweets. This review had a detrimental impact on your sales and the overall image of the bakery, as people began leaving unpleasant comments on your social media platforms.

"Jeonghan, do you know this person?" Seungcheol inquired, displaying a video of the food critic.

Jeonghan confirmed, "Yeah, they're a very influential food critic."

Seungcheol nodded thoughtfully and hummed, "Do you know how to contact them?" he pressed further.

"I think we just need to get in touch with their management. They'll provide you with the pricing for their content," Jeonghan explained, prompting another question from Seungcheol.

"Then we can have them review our food however we want?" Jeonghan nodded, "Why? Are you thinking about having them promote our new foodbar?" he inquired.

Seungcheol shook his head, simultaneously signaling to Jeonghan that he wanted to be dropped off at your bakery.

Jun had informed Seungcheol that you had closed the bakery early today due to the lack of customers following the internet sensation. When Seungcheol arrived, only Jun was present in the bakery. He mentioned that you had gone to the convenience store for a few minutes. As Seungcheol patiently waited at one of the tables, you returned with a plastic bag in hand. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't immediately notice him. Instead, you went straight to Jun, telling him he could go home. Jun subtly gestured towards Seungcheol, indicating that he was waiting for you.

"Hi..." Your voice, though soft as always, carries a subtle shade of sadness. Seungcheol swears he can hear it, a touch of blue in your tone.

He smiles, approaching you and subtly signaling for Jun to leave the shop.

"Are you okay? I saw it online," Seungcheol asks gently once Jun has vanished from view.

You smile back at him, but tears well up in your eyes, trickling down your cheeks. You turn away, hiding your face from him as you wipe away the tears. Seungcheol's heart aches at the sight, a feeling he's never experienced before, like someone's squeezing his heart, causing a deep ache.

"Hey, it's okay," he murmurs softly, turning you to face him and pulling you into an embrace. He can feel the tightness in his chest intensify when he hears you sob.

This is the first time he's seen you cry in the five months you've been dating. He swears he'd never want to be the cause of your tears, let alone someone else.

"It's okay, baby. Bad things happen sometimes. It's not your fault," he reassures you as you try to explain how diligently you maintain your bakery's hygiene and ensure the freshness of ingredients. There's no way the accusations the food critic made could be true.

Seungcheol noticed the contents of the plastic bag you had been holding earlier: cleaning soap and equipment. His heart breaks once again, this time tinged with anger.

"Let's go home and rest, okay? I'll hire someone to clean the shop. I don't want to see you laboring with a heavy heart like this," he insists.

Seungcheol calls Jeonghan and swiftly arranges for his people to clean your shop. He drives you home, ensuring you have a proper dinner before settling down for some much-needed rest. Once you're peacefully asleep, he quietly slips away, reaching out to Jun and Jeonghan.

"Get them for me before midnight. Alive," he instructs.

Seungcheol doesn't concern himself with the specifics of how they carried out his request. But when his people successfully bring them to his office, he finally confronts the face that caused his girl to cry.

"What's your name?" Seungcheol asks, rising from his seat and approaching them.

"Who put you up to this?" Seungcheol presents their damning post about your bakery to their face. Poor soul, Seungcheol thinks. This food critic probably never imagined they'd be dragged in by a gangster and subjected to an interrogation like this.

Once Seungcheol acquires the name, he signals his people to reveal the extent of their capabilities. Images of their family and significant other are displayed, and they immediately plead for an apology, expressing regret for their actions.

"You should've thought about that before you posted that garbage," Seungcheol states, fixing them with a steely gaze.

"Upload a clarification video about your previous review. Go to that bakery tomorrow and apologize to the owner. Post both of those things before lunch if you want to spare them," Seungcheol directs, referring to the individuals in the photos as he delivers his unwavering ultimatum.

"It was a very wrong act of me to accept the offer to give a bad review to another bakery. I deeply apologize to the owner and my followers for doing such a wrong thing."

Seungcheol smiled at you as you showed him the video from the same account that had claimed they found a cockroach leg on your macaroon.

"See! I knew that my bakery and kitchen have passed the hygiene standards," you said, placing your phone down. There was a visible pout on your face, prompting Seungcheol to let out a chuckle.

"You're too cute," Seungcheol teased, pinching your cheek. He was relieved to see no trace of tears like the previous night.

You gently pulled his hand from your cheek as you stood up to restock the macaroon stall, which was nearly empty. Seungcheol couldn't help but smile as he watched you, his girl, his love, engrossed in the work you adored.

"Before you go, want a macaroon and your favorite latte?" you offered. He swore he would nod to anything you said.

"Here! I've packed some for your staff as well," you added, handing him boxes filled with sweets and a bundle of coffees for Seungcheol and Jeonghan.

He wouldn't let anyone steal your smile, even if he had to stop the world.

#densworld🌼#seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #seventeen angst #scoups x reader #scoups fluff #scoups imagine #scoups imagines #scoups smut #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol x reader #choi seungcheol

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fleursbending · 5 months

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𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : sully!gn sibling x neteyam/sully family

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : grief is bittersweet and you can only hope your deceased brother can see how far you've all come.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : UHMMM... who would have saw this coming HELP. in my avatar renaissance?!?! based on this gut-wrenching tiktok yup. readers gender is not specified, it just implies you are a sibling of neteyam and the rest of em. i didn't know whether or not to add my old taglist due to how long it's been but enjoy this rusty writing ig...not proofread btw!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : talks of the effects of grief / battling it and overcoming it, neteyam RAHH, angst with a little hurt comfort at the end.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 600 words

there were things you wished neteyam could have witnessed, while others…not so much.

you're eternally grateful that he wasn't physically here to witness the darkness consume your dear brother, lo'ak. or to see tuk deflate at the mere mention of him, cowering away in the comfort of your home. her boisterous self simmering away in the wake of grief.

he wouldn't have approved of how you were coming to terms with things either. he'd scowl at you, whacking the back of your head - only to get a hiss in return.

you could hear the echoes of his laughter being cloaked around you, it was like he was still here.

he indeed was.

in the pull of the tides, the crystal cerulean waters that engufed at your lungs whenever you remembered him. and the oceans that surrounded you, that too.

the very few trees that were littered around awa'atlu. even the colour green made your heart waver, a pain that you've grown to abhor simmering in the depths of your soul. the forest was all that shimmered in your gaze instead, a younger you and neteyam playing at peace.

peace, what a sought out yet fickle thing. that wasn't something you really believed in anymore. that evaded your beliefs the moment neteyam took his last breath and was handed over to eywa.

you were even angry at her too. eywa this, eywa that. what sort of great mother was she really if she couldn't use her force of life and grant it towards the people who deserve it the most.

neteyam deserved to live. he deserved to bask in their victory. to feel the safety and tranquility of finally getting away from the wrath of the sky people. instead all that's left of him is memories in objects and stupid little things around them.

a sigh escaped you as you watched over your siblings cheer and run around each other from beneath where you hid up in a tree.

this is what i wish you could see, neteyam. that's what you wished to say to him now. yet you hope he does see how far you've all evolved and come, from wherever he is now.

if only he knew how proud you were of him, you didn't say that enough while he was still alive. it is still sheltered in your mind as one of your biggest requests.

a stick suddenly invaded your vision, smacking you right in the forehead as you subsequently lost your footing and fell down from the tree.

"tuk!" you growled at her antics as lo'ak howled in laughter.

"got ya, i knew you were up there!" she only smiled in return, grasping your hand and tugging you along with them.

a sudden gust of wind blew through your hair, making you look up at the tree where you once were. warmth filled you all the way through. a soft smile graced your face as you turned and followed your family.

neteyam's legs swung back and forth as he sat down by the spot you once occupied. a reminiscent action that would occur back when they were dwellers of a certain forest. he could see it now, little versions of his siblings reigning havoc and creating mishaps.

content washes over him, acceptance.

he bites back tears then, bottom lip wobbling as he sees your figures move further away from him. he speaks out then, something that no-one but the souls who also similarly lost their lives would hear if they really wished too.

"i knew they'd be okay! ah, i feel so proud. thank you, eywa…"

𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

⤷ feedback and reblogs are always much appreciated ! feel free to ask through my inbox if you would like to join my taglist. ♡

(i can't believe i actually wrote something.. outta nowhere too)

#junie's library 📚✧.*#avatar x reader #avatar angst #avatar the way of water #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x sibling!reader #sully family #sully family x reader #atwow neteyam #atwow spoilers #atwow angst #avatar #lo'ak sully #tuk sully #avatar fanfiction

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bluesylveon2 · 9 months

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600 Follower Special: Holding Out For a Villain ft. the first years

This is a gift to my followers as a thank you for making it to 600 followers! This is my take on Yuu getting kidnapped and having the first years save her. Enjoy!

Summary: When Yuu gets shipped off to an all-girls school, it is up to the first years to save her. What can go wrong?

Note: platonic first years x Yuu/reader, crack, chaos, humor, and the author not being good at naming things

Warning: not beta read and possible ooc characters

Word Count: 1.9k

Masterlist: here

CRASH

"Ugh, five more minutes Grim." Yuu groaned and buried her face in her pillow, letting her eyes drift off once more…

WOOSH

"Ah!" Yuu screamed as her blanket was rudely taken away from her. She opened her eyes to find her window broken, glass scattered across the floor (she could not wait to hear Vil crying over his masterpiece), and Crowley grinning at her.

"Good morning, Prefect! I have a big surprise for you because I am so generous!"

"Can't this wait until later today?" Yuu asked, pulling the blanket over her head. Her mind was begging her to go back to bed.

Crowley shook his head. "No, no. In fact, you are going to a new school!"

Yuu uncovered her face. "A what?"

Crowley wiped a tear from his yellow eyes. "You sound so excited already! The school is an all-girls school called Royal Princess Institute."

Yuu's mind was finally awake at the revelation. "You signed me up for another school?"

"Yes, and you are going right now!" Crowley randomly pulled out a large brown sack, big enough for one of the Leech twins.

"WHAT?!" Yuu's vision became dark. She kicked and punched everywhere but, to her avail, was only met by a cloth.

"Have fun!"

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"Yuu! Yuu!!! YUU!!!" Grim called out as he entered the shared bedroom. His eyes landed on the empty but disarrayed bed; no human in sight. "Yuu!" The cat monster jumped on the bed, searching for his friend, only to find her discarded phone lying on the nightstand. Grim picked up the phone, trying to figure out what to do.

"Do I call a teacher? Her friends? What do I do?"

"Grim, is that you?" One of the ghosts asked, entering the room. "Did something happen?"

"Yuu is missing, and she left her phone!"

"Oh, I see. Crowley came by this morning telling her some news. Something about her going to a new school."

Grim's eyes widen in fear, and he felt his heart break. Did his human not care for him? Was she tired of him? He wanted to apologize for their massive tuna budget and would gladly cut it if she returned.

The ghost sensed fear coming off of Grim's fur. "Don't worry. It was unexpected, and Yuu didn't have much say in it."

Grim let out a sigh of relief. "Which means…she was kidnapped?!" The ghost nodded, and Grim felt the fear come back.

He needed to do something and fast.

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Moments like these would cause Grim to gather up the best of the best. An elite team, if you will, of the brightest students of NRC. A group of people who could barge in and save Yuu from the dangers of the pink and glitter of an all-girls school when she should be back in NRC, surrounded by many teenage boys (with trauma, might he add) who overblot every month.

It was clearly obvious which one was the favorite.

And who was the dream team? A group who could slip in and out without suspicion? The all-star, Avengers-level (Grim had no idea who these people were, but Yuu mentioned them once. Maybe they were a band?) group that would save the Prefect?

The first years.

Well, what the first years should be. Grim began doubting his choice as Ace and Deuce fought over something meaningless. Jack watched them disapprovingly, Epel was happily chatting with Ortho, and Sebek was talking about Malleus. Just an average day in NRC.

Maybe he should have consulted a second year like Riddle about this. Or beg one of the third years like Leona to help.

"Oi! We have a very important topic to discuss."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to the cat monster.

"What is it?" Epel asked.

"You better not be asking for money to buy tuna?" Deuce frowned, but Grim shook his head.

"It's about Yuu. She has been kidnapped and is forced to go to an all-girls school!"

Anyone could see the six brain cells processing everything. They were all imagining Yuu wearing poofy dresses and being covered in glitter.

"WHAT?!!"

"WHY?!"

"Who knows?" Grim replied, tears forming in his eyes. "Yuu must be in danger! Who knows what kind of stiff frilly dresses she might be wearing?"

"I understand the feeling," Epel said, recalling the times Vil had him wear the tightest outfits known to man.

"Exactly! This is why we must save her before it is too late."

Jack crossed his arms and looked at Grim expectedly. "And how are we going to do that?"

"We could send in someone to infiltrate the school…" All eyes landed on Epel, who furiously shook his head.

"NO! Y'all are not gonna send me to that darn school!"

Ace grinned. "Why not? You already look the part."

Epel looked at the redhead with a glare similar to Vil's. "What did you just say?"

"I said. You. Look. Like. A. Girl."

Epel saw red. "Oh, that's it!" He lunged at Ace, only to be stopped by Jack. The boy kicked and screamed in Jack's grasp.

"I think that is a horrible idea," Sebek said, and Ortho agreed.

"I think we should blow up the school. I have a feature Big Brother added that can-"

"NO!" Everyone screamed, including Epel, who stopped flailing and lay still in Jack's arms.

Deuce slammed his hands against the table, a look of determination in his eyes. Grim smirked; it looked like Deuce had a big brain today.

"This is getting us nowhere. Look, I have an idea that might work.

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The plan was simple: break in at night, grab Yuu, and run.

Why was there chaos as the first years ran back to the Magic Mirror?

Let's rewind.

After traveling long and far (read: they used the Mirror to get there), the group landed in front of a tall, sparkly, pink, and gold castle. The castle had one tall tower overlooking many smaller ones and a big wall surrounding it. There was also a drawbridge leading to the entrance.

"This looks like something Vil would like," Epel said aloud, and everyone nodded.

"I wonder how Yuu is surviving here? There is too much pink!" Ace exclaimed.

Grim was already imagining it. His precious human going through how to be a princess, what fork to use first, or balancing a book on her head. Oh, the poor thing!

"We need to save Yuu before she starts balancing books on her head!" Grim yelled, shaking the nearest person's (aka Deuce) head.

"I've scanned for Yuu's whereabouts, and it looks like she is right there," Ortho said, pointing at the tall tower.

Ace grinned. "Great! Now let's get her!" He said and marched into the castle. The group thought their plan was a piece of cake to disable the cameras, sneak into the school, locate Yuu's dorm, and take Yuu back. The group was walking down a hallway when Epel accidentally tripped and landed on Sebek. The school security was alerted of their presence after Epel and Sebek started arguing about who caused it. Grim facepalmed as Epel cursed loudly in his Harveston accent, and Sebek yelled at the Pomefiore boy.

Which led to their current situation.

Ace and Deuce rode on Jack in his wolf form through the castle. Ace told him where to go while Deuce carried a sleeping Yuu in his arms.

Ortho teamed up with Sebek and used their magic to hold off their pursuers.

And Epel?

He was busy holding Grim out like a weapon and used the cat monster's fire to ward off the many girls asking what his skincare routine looked like. Epel cursed Vil out for making his skin flawless. At least he and Sebek put their earlier argument aside.

"We need to get out of here!" Deuce yelled.

"We are trying to!" Ace replied.

"Get away from me, you girls! Back away!" Epel yelled as he finally caught up to Jack and jumped on him with Grim. The boy immediately regretted not bringing some of Vil's products to his dorm to throw at them. They would react like a child with candy.

"We still have time to blast them out of oblivion," Ortho suggested.

"NO ORTHO!" The boys yelled, causing Yuu to shift in her sleep. Seriously, how was she sleeping through all of that?

Ortho sighed in defeat. "You guys are no fun."

The group swerved through different teachers and almost returned to where the Mirror stood. They were a reasonable distance away until Grim held out his paw.

"Look! They're raising the bridge!" Both ends of the drawbridge were slowly coming up.

Ace looked at the mob and the bridge. There were only a few seconds to decide until they were stuck in the school. "We might have to jump."

Deuce looked at him like he was a madman. "Jump?! Are you crazy?"

"Trust me." Ace turned to Ortho and Sebek. "On my signal, I want you two to create a diversion." The two nodded and continued holding the mob off. "You know what to do, Jack."

"Of course," Jack said and sped up. The bridge was getting higher the closer the group got.

"Hold on tight, you guys!" Ace called back to Deuce and Epel. "NOW!" He yelled to others.

"Finally!" Ortho exclaimed. He and Sebek combined their magic to create a beam using Ortho's and Sebek's lighting. As their magic created an explosion to stop their pursuers, Jack used his momentum to climb up the raised bridge to jump.

The group landed on the other side as Ortho flew in with Sebek.

"We did it!" Ace whooped and high five the first years.

"That's great, but I think we should run," Deuce said, pointing at the mob, who was currently trying to lower the bridge.

"Agreed. Let's make a run for it."

And at the end of the day, the first year group saved Yuu and returned to the school. Yuu woke up and did not question how she came back, and the other first years made Crowley promise that she would stay in NRC.

Everyone found peace for the rest of the school year.

Except….

Riddle drank his tea as Cater and Trey were sitting around nearby. The redhead was enjoying the peace when Cater suddenly gasped.

"No way!"

Riddle raised an eyebrow and looked at Trey for an answer, to which the vice-housewarden only shrugged. Riddle sighed and set his cup down. "What are you looking at, Cater?"

"Take a look at this!" Cater held his phone to Riddle's face to show a post on Magicam. The post was talking about a commotion at Royal Princess Institute. "You need to see who's in the picture."

Riddle felt a familiar feeling go through his body as he read the post. He continued scrolling until he saw NRC mentioned. "What is going on here?" The redhead took Cater's phone and continued reading. He ignored most of the unimportant information until he saw the photo. A big white wolf was in the center with three familiar boys and a cat monster riding its back. In the background was another familiar duo; one was flying, while the other was next to some lighting.

Riddle felt a vein pop out in his forehead. "ACE! DEUCE! IT'S OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!"

Meanwhile, as the other housewardens discovered the news and the first years were getting reprimanded, Yuu slept peacefully on her bed with Grim.

"Yuu, we need more tuna," Grim said while shifting in his sleep, unaware of the chaos outside Ramshackle.

At least the window was fixed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

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shxtodxroki · 1 year

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𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒-𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚊 𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊

Summary: What are Shota’s kisses like when he’s in a relationship?

Warnings: Mentions of food

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 600+

You can read the Shoto version of these headcanons here if you’re interested!

- Shota Aizawa is one thing if nothing else in your relationship, and that thing is perpetually sleepy

- He’s pretty much never fully energized, but when he’s really tired (as in when he’s just woken up or when he's finally settling in for bed) he gets surprisingly affectionate in comparison to his usual demeanor

- And because of this, super sleepy kisses are some of your favorite kisses to share with Shota ^^

- He ends up pressing little pecks all over your skin as he curls into your warmth, leaving gentle, feather-light kisses on every inch of you that he can and leaving you a giggly, lovesick mess at his unusual bursts of affection and the feeling of his stubble ghosting across your skin

- And he always starts off each morning and ends off each evening with a sweet kiss to your lips, long enough to show you how much he loves you without turning it into something more deep or heavy

- Shota’s also just generally a pretty big fan of pressing kisses to your head. Whether heś kissing the top of your head, your temple or your forehead, he’s not really picky/he doesn’t have a preference. He just likes giving you little head kisses, they’re easy, don't require much effort and are super cute, plus they make you happy so it's really a win-win :]

- When it comes to receiving kisses from you, however, Shota’s favorite kisses are neck kisses. He loves when you kiss his neck, it’s just so intimate and personal and he adores the way they make him feel

- This man doesn’t tend to get close to very many people, so once he’s found his person (AKA you) he likes having that intimate connection with you, it makes him feel like you love and care for him in a way that only you can, nobody else could ever make him feel the way you do or be that emotionally, intimately close with him

- More passionate, heavy kisses honestly aren’t super common in your relationship, but when they do happen they’re typically reserved for after he comes home from a long day at work or a serious, potentially dangerous fight that he gets involved in

- When Shota has bad days he resolves them by kissing you, and he kisses you with an intensity and passion that you rarely ever see from him because he just misses you so much on his bad days, and coming home to you just takes that frustration and stress and fear and evaporates it away from his mind as he kisses you absolutely senseless

- He also has a habit of sneaking up behind you and pecking you in various places as he wraps his arms around your waist and leans into you. If he’s taller than you then he’ll once again go for the forehead kisses, or if he’s not, he’ll go for kissing your back or shoulder as he nuzzles his head into you from behind and melts into you

- His kisses often taste like coffee or instant ramen, those two things are essentially his fuel that gets him through the day and you can frequently taste one or the other on his lips when you lean in for a kiss after you’re both home from work for the day

- And kisses with Shota are pretty much always either accompanied or followed by cuddles. The moment Shota kisses you it’s like his body melts into yours completely, and you pulling away from the kiss will almost always result in him immediately wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest <3

A/N: This wasn’t a request or anything, I just felt like writing something short and sweet while ignoring the econ homework I was supposed to be doing AND the big, graduation-determining presentation I should have been practicing for lol, but I hope you guys enjoyed this anyways! I probably won’t be posting a ton of writing until all of the stuff I have going on rn wraps up (which will be at the end of next week) but I’m still gonna be writing when I have time, and my requests are open currently so feel free to send any requests you have to my inbox and I’ll add them to my request list asap! :)

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Prompt || Bucky and Y/N are on a motorcycle together. The constant movement and touching is getting them kind of excited... — Requested by @late-to-the-party-81 <3

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Less than 600

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, slight dangerous driving (please drive safe and put on a helmet while riding a motorcycle), grinding and touching, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids.

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On nights when neither you nor Bucky could sleep, you found yourself driving on his motorcycle through the deserted roads at night. Although the sound of the engine revving in the dark is loud and heavy, it’s still very much calm and peaceful. The wind and speed feel so freeing as you drive fast and reckless on the road—your destination unknown. You and he just drive until you get tired and pull into a motel at the side of the road for the night.

You cling tightly onto him—arms and legs holding on as you rest your cheek against his back. The cold leather of his jacket stings your skin, but you don't mind one bit.

You feel so happy and excited to share this personal and intimate moment with Bucky. This was such an essential part of your relationship—your journey on the road.

The constant movement and slight vibration of the machine as he sped up made you excited for other reasons as well. You couldn't ignore the delicious vibrations from the engine each time he revved it. It hit your core hard and then travelled through the nerves lined in your spine, making you shudder against him.

You couldn't help but act upon the sensation more, so, very slowly, you start to rock back and forth on the leather seat; an orgasm bubbles in your lower stomach as you glide your covered clit on the surface. The soft whimpers you emit get drowned out by the loud sounds of the motorcycle, but Bucky can’t seem to miss them.

“Doll, you alright?” He shouts over the noise.

“I-I’m…” You're left speechless. Too caught up in chasing your orgasm. Your hold on him advances lower and lower, resting your palm on his covered bulge, making his body tense up in your grasp as he groans loudly over the engine's roar.

Your sweet noises and desperate touches give him a clear understanding of what’s happening, making him smirk and speed up, needing to find somewhere on the side of the road so he can take care of his needy girl. The signs pass you by in a flash at the fast speed, and you moan directly in his ear as the vibrations stimulate your clit to perfection.

As he slows down, pulling into the side of a dirt road, your building orgasm fades away, making you whine in dissatisfaction. You’re slightly shaking on the seat as Bucky comes to a complete stop, pulling down the kickstand and getting off.

He gets you off as well and traps you between the bike and him. You can feel his hard bulge against you. He’s gotten just as excited as you by the constant movements and touches on your ride.

“So needy, huh?” He cups your core, making you gasp as you peer up at him with hooded eyes. He licks his lips as he feels the wetness that's seeped through your panties and tights. He turns you around and bends you over the leather seat, pulling down your clothing and undoing his pants.

With his hard cock in hand, he runs the tip through your messy folds, making you mewl sweetly at the sensation. “I don’t think I can wait until we get a motel room.” He groans as he fills your tight pussy with his thick cock, making your eyes cross, and a loud moan escapes you. “I need you just as much as you need me. Right here, right now, doll.” He growls in your ear.

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thevanslut · 6 months

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if you hate beron, do not engage with this, do not pass go. do not collect $200...

and for CAULDRON'S SAKE ⚠️ DO NOT ⚠️ READ MORE

beron x reader less than 600 words. I was tipsy when writing this and never had any intention of publishing until SOME PEOPLE (who will remain unnamed) asked to read. Congrats. Hope the prize was worth the pain of reading this LOL.

You had worked in the Forest House your whole life, having been born into a family that had served the Vanserras’ for generations. At first, you were nothing but one of the household servants, but you slowly worked your way up to one of the Lady of Autumn’s maids. That is until her husband took note of you. You hadn’t meant to capture Beron’s attention. But you started noticing how his eyes followed you across the room, how they roamed over your figure as you served his meals, and how his mouth would barely curl into a predatory smile when you finally met his gaze. Without fail, a shiver would run down your spine.

And now, thrashing against the silken sheets of his bed, you felt that same shiver down your spine as he moaned against your wet cunt, tongue licking the swollen bud between your legs.

“I told you to stay still,” he said, slipping a finger inside you, pumping it gently before adding a second. You whimpered at the sensation. His fingers were enough to make you feel too full. Turning your head away, you closed your eyes to imagine anyone else between your legs- one of his beautiful sons, perhaps. But with the heady scent of your combined arousals, it was impossible to mistake Beron for anyone else.

“Eyes on me,” his voice rumbled, and you quickly returned your gaze to the high lord crouched between your thighs. His amber eyes met your own, and you nearly came from that alone. His fingers moved faster now, the sounds of your arousal obscene as he thrust them into your core. Without warning, he curled his fingers, rubbing that spot inside you.

“Fuck,” you whined, back arching off the bed. The feeling was unbearable now, his fingers relentlessly pressing against you until he had you nearly sobbing. “Please,” you begged him. “Please let me come.”

At your words, he pulled his hand from you entirely. His fingers glistened, and strings of your arousal stretched between them.

“Please, what?”

“Please let me come, sir,” you said.

“Not yet.”

With this, he turned you over, shoving your face into the pillows. You could hear him unbuckling his belt and the linen of his pants drop to the floor.

Soon, you felt the head of his cock press against your entrance. Without warning, he pushed in, gripping your ass so you couldn’t move away. In moments, he was sheathed inside and began thrusting, hitting the deepest parts of you. He was relentless, the size of him stretching you perfectly, bringing you closer to release. Every time you felt yourself about to fall apart under him, Beron would change his cadence, robbing you of that pleasure.

After what felt like an eternity, the High Lord came, the feeling of his seed warm within your cunt. Leaving you at the precipice of your orgasm, he pulled out and gave your ass a tap to let you know he was finished with you.

“I expect to see you here tomorrow,” He said. The High Lord finished dressing and turned to look at you, his stare freezing you in place.

“Yes, sir,” you said. And despite trembling under his gaze, you couldn’t help but savor this secret between you.

#pls don't make me do this again /tvst #beron x reader #beron vanserra x reader #beron vanserra

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dreamtuna · 10 months

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Crybaby

A soft little short something, because I felt like I needed a little warmth tonight. Attack on Titan - Levi x Reader fluff, crying, light teasing, vague mentions of insecurities, comfort, gender neutral reader Word Count: 600 Levi surprises you with some unexpected tenderness.

The rough pad of his thumb brushed across your cheekbone. It caught the tear that had escaped from your eyes. You had always been so careful not to cry in front of Levi but here you were. His eyes were soft now. Only moments earlier he’d been shouting at you, berating you for not following his orders, for thinking you knew better. It was rare he felt the need to lose his cool with you. And it was unheard of that you didn’t just accept it, knowing that he was right. But for some reason this time was just too much.

You had always been a crybaby as a kid. You were used to being teased for it. You weren’t used to someone tenderly wiping your tears away. But here you were.

Levi quietly wiped your cheek again. You gripped the hem of your cloak, scrunching your eyes shut. You willed the tears to stop. A small part of you willed him to stop. Those cheeks he touched were already tinged pink from embarrassment. The thought of Captain Levi of all people seeing you like this. You had tried so hard to never let anyone see you cry since you made the decision to join the Survey Corps.

It was just the stress of being in a life or death situation. That’s what you’d tell him. He’d understand that, right? It didn’t matter what the truth was, just that he didn’t think you were a—

“Crybaby.”

Your breath caught at the word. But there was something different about it compared to what you were used to from others. The malice, the laughter - it was completely missing. You couldn’t quite believe it, but it sounded almost gentle.

You dared to open your eyes, his image blurry through the remainder of your tears that still silently fell.

“I’m not,” you protested, another sob rolling through you just to prove you wrong.

No, you really couldn’t believe it. There, his mouth. Was he smiling at you?

You felt the stress melt away, quietly succumbing to his touch as he continued to hold your face, gently capturing any tears that dared surface. It was a strange sensation, but you weren’t going to turn it down. It felt so unlike him. You began to question if this was even the same man you knew. This side of him was rather charming though. The gentleness of his touch soothed you, letting a warmth radiate through you until it consumed your fears and insecurities.

Eventually he pulled away, snapping you back to reality. Your tears were finally dry but your eyes felt heavy. You were already longing for his touch again, the cool air on your cheeks feeling very unwelcome all of a sudden.

“Just listen to me in future,” he said, walking away from you. “You’re lucky you didn’t get hurt today.”

You mumbled an apology. He looked back at you. Those beautiful eyes caught you again, ensnaring you until you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You wanted to call out, ask him to stay with you. Just anything that would keep him close. His spell was strong.

“Crybaby,” he repeated over his shoulder.

This time he was definitely teasing you, but it didn’t seem to bother you for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that for just a split second, for just the briefest of moments, you saw that smile tug at his lips once more as he turned and walked away from you. A smile that only you saw, in exchange for the tears that only he’d see.

#i hope this gives you the fuzzies if you need them #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fluff #aot fluff #aot x reader #snk x reader #dream writes #dream writes: oneshot

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hey-august · 18 days

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How hard do you think it would be to get Buggy into lingerie? One one hand I like the “gender is a performance and I’m the STAR” angle people give him, making him someone who mostly presents as masc but may or may not have some corset style belt he likes to wear, even if it was originally intended for women, who paints his nails and does makeup and doesn’t care what anyone says….

But on the other I also like insecure Buggy who’s afraid of the idea of his partner seeing him in something lacy and sweet and somehow decide that’s the last straw for them and they are clearly better off with another man.

Or Buggy who likes the idea when his partner springs it onto him, but worries about looking like a very different kind of clown in a very unsexy, unflattering way.

BUT ALSO Buggy having some me time and turning himself this way and that way to look at himself wearing something luxurious, something red with lace and sheer fabric that hides just enough to be even more sinful than it would have been if he was stark naked. Hes playing with the pearls around his neck when he locks eyes with you , frozen on the spot. The terror that creeps up his spine quickly melts when your face breaks into an honest and adoring smile and you hastily lock the door behind you before making your way over to him. Luxurious lace and silk stockings on a man as fine as this are best appreciated up close after all.

🫠🫠🫠🫠 There is so much here and I adore it.

Short answer, I think it would take some time to build up to it through giving him gifts that keep getting skimpier and boosting his confidence. Keep in mind, words would only go so far, but showing praise and compliments through action would go further.

My longer answer is ~600 words and relatively sfw.

I also enjoy the headcanons for gender fluid / gender non-conforming Buggy, who definitely has some special unmentionables.

But Buggy’s only worn those items for himself, not for someone else. He likes how they feel on his skin - soft, smooth, and luxurious. In fact, one of his favorite ways to relax at the end of a long day is wearing one of his favorite sets and lounging in his room. He has a silk robe for chilly evenings, although he takes a moment to enjoy how his body reacts to the cool air coming through the cloth.

Those moments have only ever been for him. When you came along, Buggy spent less time on his private indulgences. The treasured items wound up in the corner of a drawer, out of sight but not entirely out of mind. While Buggy wasn’t comfortable wearing them as frequently, he found peace in running his fingers along the fabric. Tracing the embellishments, caressing the lace, and letting the smooth fabric slip through his calloused fingers.

One day you caught Buggy off guard, followed by you catching a wad of clothing in the face. It was reflexive. And it was his favorite piece - a red bodysuit with well placed mesh and lace that pulled the eyes to temptation, while opaque embellishments played coy.

Full of panic and eyes wide, Buggy claims it was a gift for you. He just didn’t have a chance to wrap it, but it was definitely for you. As you slip on the garment, you catch an odd expression on his face. Something soft that you can’t quite read. When you ask what he’s thinking, Buggy says that it’s flashy and sexy. It looks amazing on you.

The gentleness on his face seeped into the pirate’s voice as he spoke about the lingerie. You ask if he wants to try it on. The offer wasn’t to tease, but came from simple curiosity. Buggy declines quickly, saying it would look silly on him - not the fun kind of silly, but the ridiculous and cringey kind. His face turns red. Maybe he’s embarrassed, so you ask again. His harsh retort sounds more like anger, so you drop the subject.

In the middle of the night you wake up to an empty bed and a thin stream of light from the bathroom. Peering through the crack where the light escaped, you see Buggy adorned in the bodysuit that he claimed was yours. After seeing how it hugs and conforms to his body, there’s no doubt that the lingerie was never yours.

Buggy’s attention switches between the mirror and looking down at his own body. Switching between admiration and scrutiny. Again, his rough fingers follow a path along the delicate fabric. Following the valleys and hills of his body, wondering how the bodysuit would fit over different contours. Whether it would be more flattering than how it looks now.

To him, it looks fine. He looks fine. Average, at best. Buggy only wore pieces like this because of how they felt on his body. The sensations made him feel good. He appreciated how the garments looked, but on their own, not on him.

A creak drew his attention to the secret observer. You didn’t mean to lurk. To stare. But it was hard not to. You wanted to keep looking. You wanted to touch. To feel the warmth of his torso under the mesh. To trace the hem that sat so prettily on his hips and framed his rear. To see how the fabric would stretch and swell.

You could hardly put your reverence into words, but hurried kisses would be a start. Caging Buggy against the bathroom countertop so you could run your hands across his body would say more than words.

Any disagreement, any pushback that Buggy might have had, died under your worship. Crumbled as you pressed yourself against him. Dissolved on his tongue, replaced with your sweet taste. His feelings of insecurity were washed away by the pureness of your desire.

FWIW, I was imagining items from Thistle and Spire for this. 🩷🩷

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x you #x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy #buggy the clown

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maitadori · 11 months

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WEAK WILLED CLOUD KNIGHT pt 4 (?) sfw blade x fem!cloud knight!reader

word count : 2.6k

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summary : blade is indulging in your affection like usual before a certain general decides to come in and ruin his entire day, he contemplates panting the wall in his blood.

content / cw : suggestive, blade is insatiable, ok i tried not to make smut and i succeeded but there are a few nsfw things in here, but it’s mostly blades thoughts ok guys plz forgive me, fluff, blade is whipped and in love.

a/n : in honor of hitting 500 followers already almost 600 i made part 4. also this is shorter than i thought damn

ALSO IF U ASKED TO BE ADDED TO THE CLOUD KNIGHT TAGLIST AND I DIDNT ADD U PLZ LET ME KNOW

DARK CONTENT BLOGS PLZ DNI !!!

blade had made it ritual to visit whenever he could. which were few in between due to his work. it required him to travel to extensive lengths of time. luckily, he wasn't deployed on every mission so he took those as opportunities to come and see you.

it was a joyful horny experience everytime. maybe you couldn't go out on public dates due to luofu's people still seeing blade as a criminal, but blade liked to think he was a homebody.

blade indulged you and your silly activities, just to see that glittering smile on your face.

though there were definitely moments for other activities too. blade couldn't help the fact that you were so attractive and his. he was insatiable. not to mention the fact that sometimes you'd spend weeks if not a month without seeing each other.

texting was nice, but it was nothing compared to the sweet sound of your voice and the soft feel of your touch.

just seeing you and that stupid, sweet smile of yours had him wanting to rip your clothes to shreds and ravage you. but now you insisted that he bake with you for the moment, and you'd let him do whatever he wanted with you later.

"please! i've been meaning to make brownies this week, but i've been swept up with my knight duties, and it’s perfect because we can do it together!”

blade wanted to protest and take you to the bed, but you complained that sex was all he wanted from you and he was determined to prove you wrong (he couldn't help that you looked so sexy just breathing, he was truly and exceptionally wrapped around your finger). he also couldn't deny how cute you looked in your apron.

"if you insist."

at his defeat you bounced on the balls of your feet, and eyes shining as you say, "wear an apron with me?"

"don't push it."

you could only giggle at the perturbed look on his face.

"please? i'll even wear only this in bed later," your lips curled slyly as you caught the intrigued expression he adorned.

he sighed, grabbing the spare apron you offered, "you drive a hard bargain."

“i knew you’d be convinced by that, perv,” your expression is angry, but blade notices you trying to fight off a smile.

you got started and he could only follow you around the kitchen like a lost puppy, something he usually did when he had no idea how to go about something.

you took out ingredients required for the brownies, and it looked like you were going simple style with the boxed brownies.

when he eyed it you perked up, “sushang recommended this to me. said it might make me consider never making homemade brownies ever again— which i highly doubt,” you muttered, setting everything on the counter.

“she also suggested adding caramel, i forgot to grab it at the market so we’ll have to go homemade. can you help me with it?” you smiled guiltily, as if he didn’t willingly agree to give his hand in the kitchen.

although he nods, he still says, “but i don’t know how to make it.”

“it’s okay, i’ll help!”

the next twenty minutes fly by as you put the brownies in the oven and help blade stir the warm caramel. he has a wooden spoon in his grip as he slowly stirs like you advised, he’s holding it oddly but it’s so endearing that you don’t mention it.

“taste test!” you exclaim. for the past fifteen minutes you put your hand over blade’s to lift the wooden spoon from the pan and swipe a stripe of caramel to taste for yourself, saying it’s to review its quality.

but this time blade swipes some up for himself, holding his finger to your lips and opening his mouth in an “ah” to gesture you to do the same.

you open your mouth with little hesitation, tongue somewhat hanging out past your lips as his finger nears your lips.

you suck on his finger to assure that all of the sticky sweetness transfers to your tongue, unaware of his dark gaze leering on you. blade has half the mind to bend you over the counter but is reminded of your earlier words.

so he lets you look up at him through your lashes, watches you pull away with a sweet smile as you compliment the taste, and praise him for his work. he lets all of it occur with thoughts that a priest would combust at.

your lips look plump and glossy from your saliva, he’s sure he can get away with taking just your lips for now. so he puts a hand to your cheek, rubbing your face delicately with his thumb— a stark contrast to his desires— and he leans in.

your pupils shrink a bit at the decrease in proximity but then you remember how much blade must be holding back and happily think that this can be his little reward.

but a sudden knocking on the door has you both pulling apart. you turn towards the door with a mutter of, i wonder who would come by at this time… before you turn to blade with a sympathetic smile.

“watch the caramel for me while i answer?”

he nods in affirmation and you’re off. his focus goes back to the pot with an angry grumble towards whoever decided to interrupt him.

“who is it?” you ask, scolding your house for not having a peephole.

“might i come in?” a familiar baritone voice comes muffled from behind the door.

“general?” you don’t ask anything more, opening the door to see his tall figure standing over you, a smile on his lips.

“what’re you doing here?”

“just thought i’d come visit, we haven’t had a conversation as just friends in awhile, hm?”

“i mean yeah but, today? i’m kind of busy.”

“blade won’t mind, right? mind if i come in?”

you’re stunned. how does he… you barely process anything before you’re instinctually stepping to the side as he walks in without waiting for your approval.

he surveys you, smiling at your stunned face.

“baking?”

“uh- oh! yeah… brownies,” you blink, still confused. “uhm are you here about work? did i not do something right or—”

jing yuan lifts his hand and cuts you off as he says, “nothing like that. i can’t miss a close friend? i promise that’s all this is, mere catching up. whenever i see you it’s always knight duties. don’t worry, i don’t intend on ruining your little date.”

he gets close and sets a heavy hand on the top of your head, rubbing slowly. you’re shocked at the sudden display of affection. but before you can question it, blade walks in, apron pristine— unlike yours— and wooden spoon dripping with caramel in hand. the sight of it has your mouth dry.

how can such a scary man be so cute?

everyone in the room is still and quiet, reasons all differing. you’re admiring, blade is questioning, and jing yuan is amused. and it isn’t long before blade’s expression turns dark, eyes glued to the hand on your head.

“blade? is the caramel done?”

“yeah, but you were taking awhile so i wanted to see what the hold up was. sorry for interrupting.” his tone is dripping with venom and you can’t help the shock that blankets your face.

“uh? what do you mean?”

but your question is answered when jing yuan takes his hand off your head and blade’s eyes follow the motion with dangerous intensity.

“oh! it’s not what you think!” you wave your hands, panicked, “i actually had no idea why he did that. uhm..” seeing as blade decided to have a one-sided glaring contest with jing yuan instead of listening, you don’t dare elaborate further, simply approaching blade to grab his hand.

“let’s go to the kitchen shall we? i’m sure general would love a brownie.” your tone is sheepish, looking at blade as your try dragging him to the kitchen.

under the scrutiny of your gaze, blade relents, making sure to let go of your hand in favor of placing it on your back. such a possessive action that he prays jing yuan takes note of.

luckily he does, but unfortunately, it’s not in the way blade wants. instead, jing yuan smirks.

blade holds back the bloodlust bubbling inside him and instead pulls you closer to him.

you get back to work on your goodies instantly, either unaware of the tense atmosphere or just ignoring it. whatever the reason, blade pays jing yuan no mind, watching you with rapt attention.

you’re carefully pouring the caramel into a glass measuring cup, or trying to.

“uh..” you struggle a bit balancing the hold of the pan and your hold on the cup. “can i get a little help over here please.”

blade sits up to make his way to you but stands back at the sight of jing yuan at your beck and call immediately. bile is rising up his throat at the sight of you both, and he can’t tell if the feeling in his chest comes from the pain of seeing you two so close or the terrifying urge to coat jing yuan in his own blood.

“ah i’m kind of embarrassed, i struggled so much with that little task and i’m a cloud knight,” you sighed pitifully, expression flustered.

jing yuan is quick to reassure you. “not to fret, a simple bump in the road, really. this has no correlation to your talent on the battlefield.”

your cheeks warm and you smile bashfully. “thank you, general.” hearing praise from someone you admired so gratefully was always nice.

“hey, we’re not working, no need to be so formal.”

“oh, if you say so… jing yuan.”

his smile is mischievous, something you don’t notice, but blade does. “that’s better.” his voice is suave and his eyes are full of amusement, even more so when his eyes clash with blade’s and he witnesses the fury that contorts his face.

“let’s check on the brownies, shall we? they should be about done.”

you agree, putting on your oven mitts to grab the pan from the oven. once they’re on a steady platform ready to cool, you turn to blade. you noticed his lack of presence near you, which was odd since he took any opportunity to be around you.

“blade?”

he looks up from the ground to stare at you and there’s something in his eyes that make you hesitate. is he upset with you? usually you’d ask but there was a guest and now wasn’t really the time.

“decorate the brownies with me?”

he mutters something under his breath that you don’t catch. his face looks upset and you’re afraid it might be directed towards you. “o-or not,” you stammer, scratching your cheek nervously but blade isn’t having it.

“i’ll decorate with you.” he notices the fall in your expression immediately and approaches you, admiring the glow in your eyes as you smile at him in relief.

blade shoves jing yuan away from you just for peace of mind, it wasn’t necessary but it quelled the pang in blade’s stomach just a little.

both you and jing yuan’s eyes are wide with shock, but you blink and brush it off, knowing now wasn’t an appropriate time to confront blade. jing yuan smirks, something neither you or blade catch.

blade cuts the brownies into equal squares before you’re plating in a neat way them and drizzling the caramel on top. jing yuan notices the fondness in blade’s eyes as he watches you work and ramble at the same time. and watches as you bring a brownie to blade’s lips, mimicking the “ah” with your lips as you feed him. you’re giggling and talking about something that doesn’t really require attention, but blade’s expression is open and intrigued, listening and watching you with his all.

jing yuan crosses his arms and leans against the counter, smiling at the absolute love for you that drips off of blade. he was so insanely whipped that jing yuan almost felt bad for his teasing.

but he just loved the anger that would cross blade’s expression, and the struggle he goes through as he questions saying anything.

his thoughts are cut off as you call his name, “do you want to try one?”

“of course, you made it after all.”

you flushed, unsure of where all these sudden compliments were coming from. you weren’t opposed to it per se, but it was unusual and definitely odd for him.

blade’s face twitched.

you picked a brownie from the plate, careful to not let the caramel touch your fingers.

“you’ll feed me too, right?”

huh!?

you stop in shock, brownie in hand, ready to approach him. your eyes trail to blade hoping to make eye contact with him, only to see him glaring at jing yuan with an anger you’ve never seen before.

“t-that’s not…” appropriate, would’ve been your words, but your general assured you, “i’m only kidding.”

you smile sheepishly, unsure how to go about his joke. so you try to let go of his words as you approach him. but the world must be forsaking you, for your foot catches on blade’s shoe and before you know it you’re falling to the ground extremely fast.

jing yuan’s reflexes has him catching you quickly, arm secured around you to ensure your safety.

“careful now.”

“thank you so much, jing yuan. that would’ve been humiliating, aha..”

you both don’t notice the veins that pop on blade’s forehead as he clutches his hands into fists with a strength that has his knuckles paling.

blade eyes the hand on your waist with disdain.

he has to convince his conscience that he rather you not fall.

blade survives the last ten minutes of jing yuan’s visit to the best of his abilities. watching him approach the door with a relief that is unfamiliar to him. jing yuan turns the knob, looking at you to try and spark one last conversation.

but blade’s decided that he’s had enough as he opens the door wider and shoves jing yuan out with hostility.

“you’ve overstayed your welcome. don’t come back,” are the words that leave his lips before he’s slamming the door in jing yuan’s face. once that’s over, his shoulders sag and he finally looks calm.

you blink up at him, confused and shocked, “blade? is there something wrong? you’ve been off since the general arrived.” you don’t mention what just happened.

instead of answering you directly, he wraps his arms around you, shoving his face in your neck as he breathes you in.

“never invite him over again.” he whispers, grip strong and warm.

“what’s wrong? i’ve never seen you look so angry.”

“that damned general.”

you’re still confused. but as you sift through the events of today in your head and remember all of the expressions blade directed towards your general, it’s like a light bulb pops off in your head.

“were you jealous?” you’re smirking, and blade decides this is an expression he doesn’t like.

“why wouldn’t i be? you wouldn’t like it if a woman offered to feed me and rub and pat my head while she compliments me, would you?”

you blink, placing yourself in blade’s position as you reenact the scenes in your head.

“y-you’re right..” you stammer, “i would not like that, but,” you turn your head towards blade with a soft, lovely heart stopping smile, “you don’t have to worry about other people. i’m yours, aren’t i?”

his eyes widen and he can’t deny the increase of his heart pace. a small red colors his cheeks and you revel in the fact that you made him of all people blush.

“you are. and i’m yours.” his lips are caressing your face, nearing your lips as he whispers.

“i’m never indulging you like that again…” your voice is quiet as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“are you sure? because i know of other ways you can indulge me,” he’s kissing your cheek, hand playing with the seams of your shirt as his fingers peek under with the promise of more.

you mimic his words from earlier and say, “you drive a hard bargain.” and he smirks.

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extinctspino · 1 year

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Would you ever do Wednesday x Enid? (If not x fem reader is fine)

maybe a sickfic where Wednesday notices that her gf is sneezing alot during class and is sniffly so after class Wednesday intervenes and discovers that her gf is sick so she calls out of the rest of the days classes and forces her gf to go back to bed where she can be looked after

Sick

Pairing: Wednesday x femreader

Wordcount: 600

Warnings: none

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"Y/n tell me, what are the dangers of this plant?" Of course, out of all the people in class she chose you.

"They're poisonous for- achoo!" You quickly wiped your nose, "They're poisonous for animals that- achoo!" It seemed like the more you talked the more you sneezed.

Ms. Thornhill shook her head, "Anyone else?"

You tried your best to take notes but it wasn't working out with all the snot running down your nose every 3 seconds of not blowing your nose.

You figured you could use Wednesday's notes. Hers were neater anyway.

Wednesday who was sitting beside you finally spoke after observing you for the past 30 minutes. You totally forgot she was even sitting next to you.

"You're sick," Wednesday stated as if you didn't know that yet. "No really?" Your sarcasm got the best of you for a moment. And that was it.

Usually, you're more talkative but today was just not your day. You fell out of bed, missed breakfast and you looked like a zombie that just crawled out of its grave all thanks to your roommate's loud snoring.

The only thing you said to each other during class. When the bell rang you gathered your stuff and started making your way to your next class with Wednesday walking next to you.

When you sneezed again Wednesday stopped walking and held your wrist, "You look like you're about to be offered to the gods, you have to go back to bed." She started walking in the opposite direction and you followed lazily.

"But I don't wanna be all aloneee." Since Wednesday was showing you her soft spot for once, you wanted to take advantage of it.

"Who said you're going to be alone?" You halted your movements, and let a big grin slip onto your face before it immediately changed into annoyance when you were on the verge of sneezing again but it just wouldn't come out.

"Ughhh." You groaned and stomped after Wednesday.

After a few minutes of trudging up the stairs, you arrived at Wednesday's dorm room. You entered and almost instantly collapsed on Wednesday's soft bed.

You dove under the covers and watched as Wednesday put both of your bookbags on the side. "Wednesday, I have a headache." You complained and pulled the blanket over your head.

You heard footsteps coming your way and then the blanket was pulled down, uncovering your face. Wednesday placed the back of her hand against your forehead, "You're burning up."

"Is that your way of calling me hot?" Your smirk and comment were ignored by Wednesday which made you chuckle.

"Stay here, I'll be back in a moment." She left the room and you were by yourself for about 5 minutes before she came back with a wet cloth in hand.

She pulled her desk chair to the side of her bed and sat on it, pressing the cloth to your forehead. You exhaled in relief when it touched your skin.

"Go to sleep, I'll make sure we have the rest of the week off, don't worry." You smiled at her gratefully.

She threatened you very often but when something actually happened, she would stay by your side until it was over. Even if it's just a cold, like now.

You felt the sleepiness overtaking you so you quickly used the last of your consciousness to take ahold of Wednesday's hand, slightly squeezing.

When Wednesday was sure you were asleep she left a loving peck on your cheek, "Get well soon, Y/n."

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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Research | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - for @zablife ‘s 600 followers celebration

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy enlists a librarian named (Y/N) to help him with research on his latest opponents.

Warnings: language, smoking, mentions of drinking

Word Count: 3109

A/N: this was a very self-indulgent fic to write because I thoroughly enjoy research and would love to be a librarian. Congrats on 600 followers again, Lee! Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

(Y/N) was so busy working on re-cataloguing the returned books that she hadn't even noticed someone had approached the library's front desk. It wasn't until that person cleared their throat that she looked up. "Oh, I'm sorry, sir. How can I help you?" she apologetically asked the man standing across from her. He was dressed in a suit with an overcoat on top of it and was wearing a peaked cap.

"Can you help me find a book?" he asked her as he set his hands on the desk and leaned against them.

"Do you have a title?" (Y/N) asked, a polite smile on her face now.

"No. My sister said it was about the bastards that ran away," he gave her the little information that he did have. (Y/N) couldn't help but laugh slightly at his words.

"I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that that's not its title," she pointed out the obvious before continuing, "you said sister...does she work here?"

The man nodded his head. "She does. Her name's Ada."

Realization flashed in (Y/N)'s eyes. "Shelby," she filled in the last name, "which means you're either Arthur, John, Thomas, or Finn," she then rattled off names before blushing slightly, "Ada talks about your family regularly."

"I'm Thomas," he told her, a slight smile playing on his lips, "but Tommy works too."

"Well it's nice to meet you, Thomas. My name's (Y/N)," she formally introduced herself then. "Now can you tell me what the topic of the book you're looking for is? Maybe that'll help narrow it down."

"The Russian Revolution," he gave her the information she was looking for and she nodded her head before she came around the desk and waved her hand for him to follow her.

"You're interested in history?" she asked him, her voice lowered now that they were walking amongst the shelves of books as well as the other patrons who were busy reading.

"Not necessarily..." he trailed off, his loud voice earning shushes in response, "just wanted to broaden me mind," he continued talking at the same volume level as before, unbothered by the disgruntled people.

(Y/N) only nodded her head as she brought him further into the library. She then stopped upon a shelf that she thought would have the book she was looking for. She looked at all of the options before grabbing the ladder and sliding it over to where the book she needed was. Then she climbed the rungs, grabbed it, and brought it back down for the man standing next to her. "Is this your book?" she asked, holding the small, red-covered book out in front of her.

"It is. Thank you," Tommy nodded his head before he took the book from her hand.

"You're welcome, Tommy," she smiled at him, happy to have helped him find the book he needed, "I'll be back at the desk...if you need help with anything," she then told him, jerking her thumb in the direction they'd come from.

"I'll come to you if I do," he nodded once more, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips as she then turned and walked away. He watched her go for a few moments before he found an empty table and sat at it. Then he opened the book and began reading.

"Good afternoon, (Y/N)...I was wondering if you'd be able to help me find some more books." The sudden voice came out of nowhere and it made (Y/N) jump; the pen in her hand went flying and the papers she had neatly stacked next to her book got disheveled as she set her hands on the desk to steady herself.

"You scared me, Tommy!" she exclaimed, knowing who the voice belonged without even having to look up. She had his voice stuck in her head since he first came to the library a week ago.

"Sorry," he apologized, although there was still a smirk on his lips. (Y/N) shook her head at his amused expression, unable to keep the smile from her features. "I need you to help me find some more books," he then repeated the second half of his original sentence.

"Ok," (Y/N) nodded before she went to the project that she was in the process of working on, "let me clean up what I was working on and we'll go see what we can find," she said as she made sure that her materials were in a neatly stacked pile before she came around the desk. "Follow me," she told him, waving him along as she walked through the shelves.

Soon enough, they were at a table with a few books stacked atop each other. Tommy had the same red-covered book in front of him again, and he was flipping through the pages as (Y/N) watched him intently. "You seem to like that book," she commented after a few quiet moments.

"It has the information that I need," Tommy answered her without looking up.

"But you've asked me to find you more books..." (Y/N) pointed out, trailing off as if the statement was a thought.

"I wanted to see if I could find more information," he responded, finally looking up at her. She lost her train of thought the second his blue eyes locked onto hers, and it took a moment to snap out of the trance that they'd brought on.

"I can help you find some," she told him after she finally managed to rip her focus away from his stare.

"Yeah?" he asked, his eyebrows raising slightly. She nodded and then picked her chair up so that she could bring it right next to his. Tommy glanced down at its placement, they were sitting rather close together now, but he didn't comment on it.

"Yes," (Y/N) affirmed with another slight nod before she motioned to the book. Tommy understood what she was getting at and let her take it from him. She then flipped to the back of the book and began scouring through the source notes that were present there. "Is there anything specific that you're looking for?" she asked him after she'd been flipping through the pages for a few moments.

"A man; named Leon Petrovich Romanov," Tommy answered her and she began flipping through the pages once more, "I'm interested in his dealings in Russia...wanted to find out more than just who he is," he continued as she then reached over for another book and started flipping through it.

"Any specific reason?" she asked out of curiosity as she then started searching through the book's index.

Tommy sucked in a breath and let it out, taking a moment to decide if he wanted to disclose any information to her before he responded, "I've been asked to work with him...I wanted to know more about what I'm getting myself into," he gave her a broad response.

She took it without further question and pulled a third book in front of her. Several moments passed before she finally stopped flipping through the pages and looking in his direction. "I've found some stuff that may be useful to you," she informed him. Tommy raised his eyebrows at her statement, his nonverbal way of asking her to continue. "There's information in this book about his family, his role in the Russian Revolution, and the people that he's been linked to," she then listed off the topics of information that she found. Tommy nodded along as she spoke. "The trick to finding more information and sources is looking at the notes included at the back of the book. Everyone skips over them really, but they help a great deal when you need to corroborate your evidence."

Tommy was impressed by her words. "You seem like you know what you're talking about," he commented.

"I'd hope so...I'm studying literature at university at the moment and my professors would have my head if I didn't know how to use an entire book properly," she told him, laughing slightly as she remembered all of her professors' lectures on the parts a book had.

"Literature?" Tommy questioned, intrigue in his voice.

(Y/N) nodded. "Yes, literature. American literature to be exact."

"And why American?"

"Because I read Henry David Thoreau's Walden and was instantly hooked," she answered his question, "now I've decided to devote my scholarly work to him."

"Is that what you were working on when I scared you?" he asked her, grinning slightly as he thought back to the reaction he caused.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at the mention of what happened earlier, a smile forming on her face as she nodded her head slightly. "Yes. I was doing a deeper reading of Walden. My prospectus is focused on the question of whether or not Thoreau truly could have felt complete solitude amongst the woods when he was only living a mile away from civilization during the time of writing Walden, and I'm sorry...I'm probably boring you now," she ended by looking down at the table once more, feeling slightly embarrassed that she had just delved into what most people would find boring.

But Tommy didn't seem to mind. "You're not a bore," he assured her, "actually I wanted to know if you'd like to get a drink and explain to me more about your project," he then smoothly asked her. She was able to tell that there was a grin on his face without even looking at him.

She confirmed what she already knew when she turned her head to look at him. He still had his eyes on her and a half-smirk adorned his lips. She once again got sucked in by his eyes and had to fight hard not to just fall at his feet right there. "I've done my research on you, Tommy," she finally spoke, her voice now lower because they were rather close together.

"Oh yeah?" he started, his eyebrows raising, "what have you found?" he asked as his eyes widened slightly, the intrigue in them evident.

"Nothing good," she held his gaze, shaking her head slightly as an added measure.

Tommy laughed softly and nodded his head to the side, "sounds about right," he agreed with her, his smirk still present.

"I would be interested though," (Y/N) said almost as soon as he was done speaking. She mentally kicked herself for saying her words in a way that seemed desperate...like if she waited a second after he finished his statement, his mind would have been changed.

"Yeah?" his eyes were on hers again. He couldn't deny that he was surprised by her statement. He thought his chances had flown out the window when she hit him with the 'nothing good' line.

"Yes, but I'll have you know that it's because I'd like to tell you more about my work on Thoreau," she said, the second part of her statement making Tommy chuckle.

"Either way, I'll take it," he shrugged his shoulders.

The two first spent some time searching through the books placed on the table. Once they were finished, (Y/N) told her boss that she was leaving and they set out for one of the taverns that were close to the library. They were immediately given one of the finer tables in the establishment and a waiter came over so fast to take their order that (Y/N) couldn't even comment on the amazing service they were getting. Surely it had something to do with Tommy's standing within the city.

With their drinks in front of them, Tommy allowed (Y/N) to tell him more about the project she was working on and what she hoped to get out of it. Then Tommy, while staying mum on most of the finer details of what he was working on, gave (Y/N) some background on why he'd been wanting to do research on the Russian Revolution and the Archduke that he mentioned earlier.

After those topics were out of the way, they talked a bit more about themselves. Their conversation lasted for a long while without them even noticing until one of the managers of the establishment kindly asked for them to leave. They heeded to the request and Tommy graciously offered to walk (Y/N) home, which she accepted with butterflies in her stomach.

At the door to her apartment, she thanked Tommy for a wonderful evening and then pressed a kiss to his cheek. She immediately became embarrassed by her actions and felt that she went too far, but the grin that Tommy was wearing once she pulled away helped to quell her nerves. They bid each other goodnight and Tommy began walking down the hallway, away from her apartment. (Y/N) watched him until she couldn't anymore before turning the key and entering her dwelling with a smile on her face.

"Thomas Shelby, you can't be smoking in here!" (Y/N) hissed as she approached the table he was sitting at. He was focused on the book that lay open on the table, but (Y/N) was focused on the cigarette that was dangling from his lips.

Her voice made him look up. "Hi, love," he greeted her, the nickname he called her by making her insides heat up and a blush travel to her cheeks, but she had to remain calm. There had been more nights filled with drinks and conversation after the first, and now (Y/N) couldn't hide the fact that she may have developed an interest in this man.

"You need to put that cigarette out," she told him, her eyes still trained on it, “and you can’t be smoking here.”

"Didn't know," he mused as he removed it from his lips, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he dropped it to the floor and stamped it out with his shoe. (Y/N) gasped and looked down quickly, relief filling her once she saw that it had been extinguished on the wooden floor rather than carpet.

"Yes you did...I've told you a handful of times before," she told him, unable to stop the smile from forming on her face as he looked at her with a lazy grin. "What are you reading?" she asked him then.

"The same old shit," he replied, motioning to the book on the table before he sighed, "are there any more books on this royal family's involvement in the conflict?" he asked her then. She came around to where he was sitting and peered over his shoulder to get a good look at the book he had all while trying to ignore the sensation of her body brushing against his.

"There might be," she told him, glancing in his direction briefly before she took a step back and straightened out her skirt. "Follow me, I'll help you find some," she said, waiting for him to stand before she started walking through the rows of shelves.

"Should I be worried that you're taking me to the other side of the library?" Tommy commented after they'd been walking for a few moments.

"Shut it, Tommy," (Y/N) hissed, turning to shoot him a glare that she wasn't able to keep up for long due to the stupid grin on his face. Soon enough, she slowed down at a shelf of books. "There should be some amongst these books," she told him, her eyes carefully looking at the books' spines in hopes she'd find what she was looking for. Tommy, on the other hand, was too busy looking at her as he leaned up against the shelf. "Ok, so this one..." she trailed off as she pointed to a book on the shelf, "might have something in it about the family itself, but you said you're looking for something more on their involvement in the revolution, correct?"

"Hmm," was all she received, which made her look at him with raised eyebrows. Her eyes locked with his, engaging her in yet another fight to try and keep her right mind.

"You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" she asked, the startings of a grin playing on her lips.

"No," Tommy shook his head, not even seeing the point in lying. He continued before (Y/N) could say anything, "you looked fuckin' beautiful saying it though," he told her, a grin forming on his lips as he took in her shocked reaction.

"Tommy!" she hissed, her eyes wide as she tried to stop her cheeks from heating up.

"Sorry," he shrugged slightly before he pushed himself off of the shelf. In a swift movement, he managed to take hold of her hips so that he could pull her closer to him; close enough that their noses bumped before (Y/N) managed to steady herself by grabbing onto the lapels of his suit jacket. “Forgive me, eh?” he asked in a whisper, his breath fanning off of her lips as he looked at her through his eyelashes.

(Y/N) looked up at him with wide eyes, her heart practically beating out of her chest. His proximity was making her forget how she even got into this position, but she wasn’t about to waste the chance she’d just been given. Taking a deep breath and hoping for the best, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, but then Tommy responded, kissing her with vigor as his grip on her hips tightened. Their lips stayed melded together until (Y/N) pulled back, her lungs screaming for air. She searched his eyes for a moment before exhaling a breath of a laugh and looking at the bookshelf.

“Maybe my research was wrong...” she finally said after a few beats of silence. Tommy’s brows furrowed at her statement, his silent way of asking her to elaborate. “I thought that you spent a lot of time here because you wanted to learn more about the Russian Revolution...when really you were interested in me.”

Her words made Tommy chuckle and shake his head slightly. “You thought I was coming here to read books, eh?” he asked her, quirking an eyebrow as a grin formed on his face.

“Maybe...” she trailed off, her cheeks heating up.

“Love, there ain’t anything I’ll ever be that interested in,” he told her. (Y/N) laughed at his statement before her mouth went dry at the look he was giving her. “Except for you...I’m very interested in you,” he added at the end before he leaned in and kissed her again.

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sanguineterrain · 2 years

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HI Sanne!! SO excited about your celebration! <3 Congratulations on 600, omg. Well deserved.

My prompt req is: Steve x fem!reader, maybe best friend or neighbor, or Bucky's sister perhaps? He came home from the Army v serious, v closed off to everyone, but he's compulsively showing his concern about her, ie. something like tugging her elbow so she doesn't trip, giving up his coffee cup for her use, putting himself between her and a creep at the bar, etc. Something pushes him over the edge and she calls him on it. (sumthin like that ;) <3)

𝟒𝟎𝐬!𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

lord i am sorry. i meant to answer this months ago and it is such a fabulous prompt, kate, but the writer's brain just didn't want to cooperate. ANYWAY, i finished it, two hundred followers later. hope i did it justice <3 please have an angsting stevie and a sweetheart reader:

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"'Scuse me, sorry—" you squeezed past a couple of old ladies who side-eyed you, stepping away. The bulky food trays certainly weren't improving matters, and no one seemed too keen on helping.

That was alright. The neighborhood hadn't had a block party in years and now that the war was over, people were in high spirits. You didn't expect them to pay attention to the woman shuffling around potato salad and cottage pie.

"Y/N!"

Loretta bounced over, eagerly taking the foil off a tray and helping herself. You wobbled, just barely setting down said tray before she dug in.

"You bring the best potlucks,” she gushed around a mouthful.

"Thanks, Lor. Are you enjoying yourself?"

Loretta was your perky downstairs neighbor who liked to chat for far too long while getting her mail. But she was nice enough and you'd never wish her any ill will, especially since she helped set up tents for tonight.

"Oh, sure. You know who I saw?"

"Who?"

She grinned, expression turning dreamy.

"James Barnes. We're going dancing Friday."

You blinked, hands falling to your sides.

"Bucky’s back?"

"Mmhm! Is this chicken?"

"Beef. When did he return?"

You wracked your brain trying to think if you'd seen him. Bucky was back… did that mean Steve was too?

"Nearly a week ago," Loretta chirped. "He's so handsome in his uniform."

"I'm sure. What about Steve?"

Loretta clapped her hands together, forgetting the food for a moment.

"Oh, you mean Captain America? Of course he is. Haven't you seen him yet? Nearly everyone on the block wants to meet him. I've got a sister in Syracuse who's dog mad I get to see him everyday."

Loretta scooped herself a large helping of potato salad, then pointed with her fork.

"He's over by the fence, talking to Maria Donaldson. Her father's a senator, you know. Not too shabby, huh?"

"Oh," you replied quietly. "Right. Good for him. I'm, um, gonna go check on the desserts."

You hurried away, going straight for the rows of pies. You'd been one of the people to organize the party originally, mainly food. You busied yourself with cutting and serving slices, not daring to look the Donaldsons' way.

"Do you have blueberry?" asked a short, stout man with thinning hair. You shook your head.

"No, sorry. We have apple, chocolate, lemon, banana cream…"

"Why didn't you make blueberry?"

"No one brought it this year. At the next block party, I'll make a suggestion…"

"You broads have one job,” he sneered, crowding you and the table. “The least you could do—"

"Is there a problem?"

Steve was in a checkered button down, hair neatly combed back. He’d always been handsome, with his sweet blue eyes and pink cheeks. Perfect for a senator's daughter.

He stepped between you two, blocking you from view. You peeked around one giant shoulder as he stared down your heckler.

"This girl and her bridge club forgot the goddamn blueberry pie."

Steve straightened, gaining at least another inch in height.

"The lady worked very hard on this event and provided plenty of great food. You can find something else. If not, you'll leave."

“Who the hell do you think you are? I’m a part of this neighborhood and—”

“And this party is a privilege,” Steve cut in, stance wide. “Do we understand each other?”

How different this Steve was compared to the upstairs neighbor you remembered. He’d never backed down, ever, but now, people listened.

The man grumbled. Steve didn’t flinch, and after deciding he didn't feel like getting his ass handed to him by Captain America, the asshole snatched a piece of lemon pie.

"Thank her," said Steve, easy as anything. "She didn't have to give it to you."

The veins on the man's forehead bulged as Steve coolly stared him down.

"Thank you," the man said gruffly, then stalked off.

Steve turned as you walked around the table. You offered a tentative smile. He returned it, dimmer than you remembered.

"Hi, Steve."

"Hey. Are you alright?"

You nodded. "I'm fine. That was…"

"He won't bother you again."

You wrung your hands. Steve stood ramrod straight, arms behind his back. The smile was gone as quickly as it appeared.

"Welcome back," you offered.

"Thank you."

"I'm glad you're home. You and Bucky."

Steve nodded, gaze softening. He looked exhausted.

"It's good to see you, Y/N."

You gestured to the table.

"Pie? There's tons. Or um…"

You crouched to pull out the cinnamon cake you'd made specially for the end of the night.

"I'm technically saving this for after the fireworks," you confessed with a laugh, "but, do you want some? You like cinnamon cake, don’t you?"

You didn't need to reveal that you may or may not have made this for in case you saw Steve.

"Oh. No, I don't want to cut into it if it's for everyone."

You smiled, tilting your head.

"No one will know, Steve. I know it's your favorite."

"I'll wait. Thank you, though."

You chewed the inside of your cheek, nodding. The Steve from before would've happily accepted a slice.

"Have you eaten anything?"

"Yeah, I've been at the booths down the block. It's a great event you organized, Y/N, seriously."

"Oh, well, it wasn't just me," you shrugged. "Plenty of people helped."

"You put it together, though. Only you would keep everybody's spirits up like this."

"People deserve it." You deserve it.

"Y/N! Can you bring these over to the Brigleys' booth?"

Loretta suddenly heaved several trays into your arms. You staggered briefly, balancing the weight.

"Oh, Captain!" she squealed, pushing past. "So good to see you! Well, that serum really did a number, huh? Golly."

Steve's expression was tight. "Ma'am."

Loretta giggled. "Look at that. Ma'am. Army shaped you right up."

"Uh, Loretta," you began loudly, smile tight. "Isn't that your cousin talking to Bucky over there?"

Loretta whipped her head around, scowling.

"I'm never inviting her to something again, I swear!" she snapped, stomping away.

Steve bowed his head, biting back a smile. You giggled, adjusting your grip on the trays.

"Tell Bucky I'll give him an extra cinnamon cake as an apology."

Steve snorted. "He'll be just fine. Jumped right back into the swing of things."

"And you?"

His gaze flicked up to you.

"I don't know," he finally confessed.

"Y/N!" Mrs. Brigley waved from down the street, gesturing to the trays.

"Yes, Mrs. Brigley. Be right there!"

You took a step forward. Immediately, your knees buckled, shoes catching on uneven pavement, the weight too much. Steve surged forward, catching the pans with one arm and holding your waist with the other. You inhaled sharply at the feel of his warm hand plastered over your ribs. He set the pans down, searching your face as he goaded you to a chair.

"Steve—"

"I'll be right back,” he said firmly. “Stay there, rest. You've been on your feet too long."

Though the words were a Captain's order, his tone was tender. You nodded, watching as he went and scooped up the pans like they were nothing, jogging to Mrs. Brigley. She, of course, wanted to chat, because everyone wanted a piece of Steve now. And why wouldn't they? Steve was golden, always had been. It wasn't fair of you to want him to yourself. You had no claim on him; not before, and not now.

"Finally, you're here. The recycling by the stop sign needs to be taken out."

An older woman, holding an entire pie you were pretty sure she did not make, stood before you, waiting expectantly. You sighed, plastering on a smile.

"Sure. Thank you for informing me."

She hobbled away, probably to go steal more food, while you went to wrap up the bag, pulling it out of the bin. You dragged it out and down the sidewalk towards the small alley with the recycling bins. It wasn't as well lit and you tried to avoid stepping on the broken bottles and trash that littered the cement. As you lifted the lid and heaved the bag in, quick footsteps approached, crunching glass.

"Y/N? Jesus. Are you okay?"

"Steve?" You closed the lid, your face a question mark as he neared. "What's wrong? Did something happen to the booths?"

"You shouldn't be here by yourself. It's dark and you could cut yourself."

You blinked. "Steve, it's less than fifty feet away from the street. I think I'll be okay."

He closed his eyes briefly, swallowing, chest rising and falling too fast. For a moment, you feared an asthma attack, something you'd witnessed quite a few times.

"Hey, hey. What's going on?" you asked.

"N-nothing. C’mon, let's—"

"Steve." You rested both hands on his wrists. He stopped. "You've been acting off all night. It's clearly not nothing."

He bowed his head, shoulders hunching.

"I missed you," he confessed quietly.

"I missed you too," you smiled. "But you've got me, Steve. I'm not going anywhere."

"Stuff happened, when I was over there, and I saw—" Steve stopped, swallowing.

He wavered forward the tiniest bit, arms twitching. Then he froze, restraining himself. You took the hint, wrapping your arms around his neck and coaxing him into a hug. Immediately, Steve clung to you, hands on your back, melding you to his chest. You hummed, breathing him in.

"Yeah," you murmured, smoothing over the cowlick that just never seemed to settle no matter how much pomade Steve wrangled into it. "I think if anybody deserves to rest, it's you."

There was a heaviness, a weight that hadn't been there the last time you saw him, over a year ago. He pulled back slightly, nose nearly touching yours.

"Steve, I—" you fumbled, realizing how close Steve was, how you could count all the freckles on his cheeks if you wanted to.

“Yeah?” he breathed, warm air on your cheek.

Your arms were around his neck. His hands stayed dutifully on your waist. Steve’s eyes were like starlight, bright and earnest. Something delicate pulled in your chest, curling close to your heart. His eyes went to your lips.

“Kiss me,” you whispered.

Steve surged forward like he’d been waiting all night to do so. He melded you against him. Your lips slotted together. Kissing Steve was coming home. You knew he felt it too, with how he made a small noise into your mouth, unable to get enough of you. You felt his worry, his weariness forged through war and being stretched in a hundred different directions.

Land here. I’ve got you.

Eventually you had to come up for air. But Steve didn’t go far. He merely moved to your sternum, resting his forehead. You held him like that, playing with the short, soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I’m glad you’re home, Steve,” you repeated, and this time he didn’t tense.

“Yeah,” he said against your skin. “Me too.”

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Day 15 — Winery

Pairing || Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Word Count || Around 600

Contents & Warnings || Fluff — implied Mob/Mafia business, alcohol consumption.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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As a means to relax and get far away from the stressful day-to-day life you and Bucky live, you decide to spend the day at a winery.

The long car ride out to the countryside was pleasant. You drove fast on the empty roads—enjoying the freedom you had—holding hands, talking, and listening to music.

When you arrived, the surroundings had you in complete awe. The estate was stunning and stretched out as far as you could see. A large farmhouse rested comfortably on a hill, looking down over the vineyard.

A lovely woman came to introduce herself. She would be your private server for the wine tasting during your stay. She guided you to the house's terrace that overlooked the beautiful surroundings.

Bucky had, of course, made reservations for the best and most intimate table for you and him, a comfortable distance away from other couples and with the best view.

Once you’d found your seat and settled down, you couldn’t help but admire how handsome your husband looked in his formal yet casual sweater. It was neither too tight nor too big—clinging to his frame just right. You sported a similar style of clothing as him. The material so soft and warm against your skin.

You talked for a bit as you held hands across the candle-lit table. His thumb brushed the back of your hand so lovingly. The electric tingle from his touch travelled up your arm and down your spine, making you shudder in the seat.

He had his head tilted slightly to the side and smiled as he listened to you talk. It was so good for you and him to converse about anything other than mob and crime talk. You and he needed to decompress from that world and just enjoy each other's company without any interference.

After a few minutes, the lady came back with two different trays in hand—a Charcuterie board with different cheeses, meats, fruits and crackers, and the other held the wine. On the bottom of each glass was a description of the tastes, aromas and whatnot. She explained more in detail what each point on the card meant before she left.

You lifted the first glass from the row, as did Bucky. You held your glasses up and clinked them together.

“Cheers, honey,” you sweetly smiled at him.

“Cheers, my love.”

You brought the glass to your face, swirled the content inside, smelled the aroma and then drank the dark liquid. Bucky did the same.

“It’s… good.” Bucky smacked his lips together.

“Yeah, it’s delicious.” You nodded.

Like this, you would go back and forth between the wines, having a snack from the Charcuterie board between every round. In all honesty, you and Bucky weren’t really wine drinkers, so you couldn’t taste that much of a difference between them, but it was still fun and good altogether.

Towards the end of your stay at the Winery, you decided to take a stroll around the grounds before heading home.

Bucky kept you close to his warm body as you walked around the vineyard for a while, just taking in the last few moments alone together before you had to get home to your reality.

A yawn escaped you, and your eyes became heavy with sleep. Bucky noticed and brought you closer to him, guiding you back to the car.

“Come here, honey.” He kissed your temple as you nuzzled further into his side as you walked back. “I’ve got you, baby. Let’s get you home.”

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A Past Encounter - Bucky Barnes x Reader (nsfw)

Summary: Being in a relationship with Bucky, Y/N prided herself on knowing him quite well but when she’s accidentally teleported back to 1940, Y/N discovers that there is a whole other Bucky that she has yet to meet. The sweet flirt that had everything going for him before his unfortunate capture by HYDRA.

Word Count: 5000+

Warnings: scared Bucky, flirty 40's!Bucky, small 40's!Steve, brief angst (if you squint), another movie reference (cheers to anyone who finds it), awkwardness

a/n: Somewhat proofread & edited. Also I tried to keep Bucky and Steve in character based on the bits and pieces we see them acting like normal people in The First Avenger. I got stuck a few times so I really hope at least someone enjoy this.

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Chapter Two

They were in the middle of the fight when off to his right, he saw a black hole appear into thin air, casting a blue-orange light against the concrete floor and walls.

After he knocked out the last HYDRA soldier, Bucky’s eyes shifted to the black hole only to see it wasn’t quite a black hole.

He could see inside it and the moment he could, Tony flew right through it and crashed into the wall behind them.

Then he turned his attention back to the black hole and soon saw Tallis kick himself up from the ground and strike Y/N into her side causing her to stumble back.

And before she could recover from it, Tallis swiped her legs off from under her body, making her body start to fall back.

Bucky opened his mouth to yell her name, but the closing of the black hole stopped him from doing so and now he could no longer see her.

Panic began to rise within his chest when not even a minute later, he heard her yell, “He took off, I’m currently chasing him down, heading your way, Cap!”

Steve promptly responded back, “Be careful, he could lead you into another ambush!”

Only a few seconds passed, and before they even knew what happened they heard a grunt, like someone had just been tackled then nothing else.

It was only static.

The team made quick work of all the HYDRA agents that came out of the woodwork, and Cap spoke over the radio again.

“Sound off.”

“Natasha.”

“Tony.”

“Bucky.”

“Sam.”

“... …”

“Y/N?” They heard Cap say.

“Y/N, you there?”

Nothing.

Bucky, and Sam exchanged looks of worry before Bucky looked at Tony who had stood up. “Where is she?”

“Friday, scan the area for any last known locations on thermogenic signatures.”

He paused right where he was as his A.I. scanned the entire building they were in, including the sublevel basements.

Then a small blip of a sound rang out from Tony’s helmet before Friday spoke. “Last known location on thermogenic signatures is 600 feet North of your position.”

Bucky sprinted in that direction, leaving Tony and Sam in his dust.

His heart pounded against the wall of his chest, sweat collected on his temple, and he could feel the fear tingling up his spine.

The echoing sound of his rapid footsteps bouncing off the concrete walls did nothing to distract his thoughts from the sick sensation clawing into his stomach.

When he reached, what he guessed was 600 feet, the spot in which Tony had called out, his heart fell to the floor.

She wasn’t here.

His blue iris’ danced about the tight intersection of the hallway, connecting four ways, trying, hoping to find some sign of where Y/N could be and came up absolutely empty.

Several pairs of footsteps, and the sound of bootjets rushed down the hall in a cascade of noises converging together.

Bucky didn’t need to look up to know that Steve was now in front of him, shield held tightly in his hand.

Every single one of them looked down to the floor, following Bucky’s gaze. His gaze so fixated on the one spot on the ground that it looked like he was attempting to will Y/N to appear right before their eyes, but they knew better.

He felt nauseous, utterly sick, borderline terminally ill. His throat grew tight, it was getting hard to breathe, and a heavy pain grew inside his heart.

Barely audible, he whispered a single sentence.

“Where are you?”

________

It couldn’t be.

How was it even possible?

Tony’s words from earlier rang through her head.

I believe they are quantum particles, and they are faintly warping the atoms of this time.

Was Tallis able to manipulate time and space?

That seemed to make the most sense, Tallis had traveled through time in order to escape and for some reason that escape led to the past.

“Ma’am?” The younger version of Bucky asked.

Y/N snapped out of her stupor staring over to him, seeing his eyes filled with concern. She realized then that they were still standing in the middle of the road.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to gain control of her body back from the shock. “Uh what?”

“I asked if you were okay…” He replied, briefly looking back to the car.

Y/N still stared at him, mouth opening and closing several times as she tried to force her brain to work. “Y-yeah, I think so…”

“Is she okay?” Another familiar voice asked as another male jumped out of the car. He rounded around to the front as well standing just behind Bucky, and there was Steve.

Y/N had to stop the gasp from leaving her throat when she saw Steve so small and skinny. She rationalized that it must be before Bucky went to war and before Steve got the serum.

Somewhere before 1943.

“You’re bleeding.” Steve pointed out, his eyes drifting up to her temple.

She reached up and felt around her head, hissing in pain when her fingers glided across the spot that Tallis had side kicked her. Pulling back her hand, there was the obvious smear of blood over her fingertips.

“Right. He hit me…” Y/N mumbled out without meaning to.

The tension skyrocketed as Bucky took in a sharp inhale and Steve gave him a knowing look.

“Did someone hit you?” Bucky asked, voice pinched.

That made Y/N focus up; she couldn’t let them know about Tallis, no she had to tell them something else, something believable.

LIke a switch, Y/N went into ex-SHIELD agent mode.

“Yeah; I was walking through the alley..” she gestured behind, “And this guy jumped him, tried to take my purse. I fought back, but he ended up hitting me during the struggle and took off with my bag.”

“Do you want us to take you to the police?” Steve asked kindly.

“No!” She blurted out loudly causing Bucky and Steve to flinch.

She cleared her hoarse throat from all the fighting and running around. “No, there’s nothing they could do anyway. I didn’t even see his face.”

Bucky took a look around, a question forming in his mind. “Well, is there anywhere we can take you? Like family or maybe a friend's house?”

Shit.

She had to think of something fast so she replied with what came to mind first.

“I’m afraid I don’t have any family or friends here. I was just visiting New York; wanted to see what it was like.” Y/N nervously laughed as she tried to play off the lie.

At that moment, Bucky’s mood did a 180 and he grinned at her. “Well I’m sorry your first visit ended with you being mugged. Despite what people say, Brooklyn isn’t so bad.”

“I’m sure it's great,” She grinned back, watching as both Steve relaxed when Bucky did. “But anywho, I probably should get going. I don't want to keep you in the middle of the road.”

Y/N began to step away, but Bucky stopped her. “Wait, didn’t you say your bag got stolen? You gonna be able to find a place to stay without your purse?”

“Oh my god, you’re right.” She closed her eyes for a brief second as she realized that he was correct. Sort of.

She didn’t have a purse with her to begin with, and she wasn’t a tourist wanting to see the city. However, she most certainly was not going to be able to stay someplace with money.

Though she doubted even if she had money, it would’ve been useless considering money in the 40’s looked very different from the money in 2016.

Most likely scenario, she’d be arrested for suspected counterfeit.

“You know…” Bucky began, “if you’re okay with it, you could always stay with us until you get back on your feet.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up and not because she was excited.

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that. I’ve already been so much trouble for you two, I wouldn’t want to impose.” She frantically explained away, fiddling with her hands as she did.

Steve stepped forward that time, a gentle look in his face. “You wouldn’t be imposing, it’s the least we could do.”

“Yeah,” Bucky quickly agreed. “We did almost hit you with a car.”

“To be fair, I stepped out onto the road.” Y/N retorted playfully.

Steve smiled at the retort while Bucky chuckled. “Regardless, you could probably at least use some place to sleep; maybe clean yourself up.” He gestured to the dried blood on her head.

“I- “ She started, but the grumbling sound coming from her stomach caused her to clamp her mouth shut.

“Why don’t we talk about it over dinner? There’s a diner a couple of blocks down; Steve and I were heading that way anyway. So what do you say?” Bucky suggested kindly.

Y/N tucked her arms across her gut, heat blooming in her cheeks in embarrassment. “Uh..sounds good.”

Bucky beamed at her response, already backtracking to his car. He reached out to the door handle and pulled open the back passenger side. “Why don’t ya hop in and we’ll be on our way.”

All Y/N did was nod, making her way to the back and smoothly slipped into the seat of the car, leaving Bucky to close it shut for her.

Soon Bucky got back inside the driver's seat and Steve was quick to follow in the front passenger side. A few seconds later, Bucky turned over the engine and music began to play from the radio.

It sounded as though a song had just ended and a man began to speak.

“That was ‘Green Eyes’ sung by Jimmy Dorsey, here! Live in New York City. Next are the Andrew Sisters singing a real toe tapping tune; ‘The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy!’”

Then the sound of trumpets played rapidly followed by three female voices. “He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way. He had a boogie style that no one else could play.”

Y/N’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull as she immediately recognized the song.

It was by pure chance.

It reminded her of those early afternoons at her grandmother’s house when she was a kid. Her grandmother loved the song and explained it was because of how fast paced it was, she even had it on a rare vinyl record with a record player to go along with it.

Wait, when was her grandmother born again? Is she even alive right now?

Y/N thought to herself as her eyes focused on the passing buildings. A lot of them had the same rustic look, seemingly old and forgotten. However, every once in a while she'd see a shop with a bright sign, begging people to just step inside.

The notion of extravagant signs pulling people to come visit wasn’t unfamiliar, though most of the older buildings back home looked just as shiny as the new restaurants and stores so they all blended together in a plain blur.

But here, one can very easily tell which was open for business for the night and as they made their way down the street, briefly stopping at a traffic light, Y/N peered outside to see a growing crowd of people going in and out of one particular diner.

Many of the people grouped together, several couples having their arms wrapped around each other as they laughed along with their friends.

It made her think of-

“That’s the diner I was talking about.” Bucky motioned outside his window.

Her eyes flicked to him as he spoke then returned to the crowded restaurant just as fast. “It sure is busy.”

“That’s how it usually is on Friday nights.” Bucky casually addressed, turning the car left into a big open parking lot.

Okay, so it was a Friday evening sometime before 1943.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the realization since there were indeed many Friday evenings in the 1940’s; a specific year and month would be nice.

Bucky smoothly pulled into a parking space then turned the car off, pulling the key out to put it into his pocket.

“You think we’ll be able to get a seat?” Steve asked, staring out at all the people.

“I’m sure we’ll figure out something.” Bucky reassured as he gripped the door latch to push the door open.

Steve didn’t add anything else while he followed Bucky’s lead to get out.

Y/N stared down at the door handle for a moment too long for her liking before figuring out how it worked; pulling the latch then getting out too.

Immediately they all strolled up to the front of the diner, and stepped inside. The laughter of the numerous patrons overwhelmed her hearing for a second, seeming like a thunderous boom causing her to cover her ears.

Her eyes darted for the floor while keeping her ears covered. She tried her best to look where she was going, but she ended up bumping into Steve having not realized he had stopped walking when Bucky paused in the middle of the aisle.

“Sorry..” She mumbled out, hoping Steve heard her. She knew he had when he gave her a polite nod.

“Hey!” Bucky shouted over top of the crowd, “there’s a booth right back there!”

No sooner had he said that did he continue walking forward, Steve and Y/N following him.

They arrived next to the booth quickly and when they did Y/N was the first one to slide into the seat. Bucky gestured for Steve to sit down first and then he too, slid in next to Steve.

Y/N began to twiddle her thumbs as she waited for a waiter to come by. Her leg bounced up and down when she saw that a waitress was heading toward them, but got distracted with another table that had motioned for her.

“I never caught your name.” Bucky said, loud enough for her to hear.

She perked up. “Oh it’s Y/N, Y/N L/N.”

Bucky then extended his hand out toward her. “I’m James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.” He winked at her, causing a sudden warmth to rush to her cheeks.

He retracted his hand and then gestured next to him. “This is Steve.”

“Steve Rogers.” Steve stuck out his hand.

Y/N shook his hand too. “It’s nice to meet you. Both of you.”

“So what I mentioned earlier..” Bucky started but Y/N interjected.

“I know you offered me your place to stay and I do appreciate that, but you don’t really even know me that well.”

“Yeah that’s true, however, I can’t just walk away knowing you have nowhere to go.” Bucky insisted.

She glanced away from him for a second, contemplating what to say when he spoke up again.

His face had taken on a sudden serious expression, voice no longer playful. “If you’re worried that we might…” he gestured between himself and Steve, “try something with you, you know, you don’t have to worry because we’re not like that.”

“No, we’re not.” Steve said adamantly, shaking his head as if to further prove Bucky’s point.

“Oh no, I’m not worried about that!” Y/N reassured them, waving a hand at the idea. She knew better than that. “The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. It’s just…are you really sure?”

“I’m positive.”

“I know I keep harping on the subject, but if I stayed with you, I couldn’t pay you.”

Bucky opened his mouth to speak but the waitress that had previously been busy finally walked over, a pen and paper in hand. “What can I get you three?”

“I’ll have a cheeseburger with fries, and a coke.” Bucky answered, his attention fully on the waitress.

She scribbled down what he said before her eyes flicked over to Steve’s small figure.

“I’ll have a cheeseburger too; pickles on the side, with fries and a coke, please.”

The waitress then turned her attention to Y/N, however, her bored expression shifted into one of confusion.

Y/N immediately caught onto the change and quickly realized what it was about her that made the waitress make such a face. She gazed down at herself realizing that the skin tight battle suit (much like Natasha’s) looked definitely out of place here.

But she didn’t comment on it, only letting out an airy scoff, to herself as she thought of a reply. “Um..I’ll just have what he’s having.” She said, briefly pointing to Bucky.

The waitress just kind of nodded, not knowing what else to do as she slightly back tracked away from their table toward the diner’s kitchen.

When the waitress was out of earshot, Bucky coughed. “As I was saying; you don’t have to pay me. That’s not why I offered, alright?”

“Okay, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have someplace to sleep tonight.” Y/N finally agreed with a jerky nod.

Bucky sent her a quick nod. “Well there ya go, now let’s get onto a much less serious topic. Where are you from? You said you were from out of town.”

“Uh..Ohio.” Y/N blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“That’s a bit of a ways from here. Did you ride the bus? Or did you drive yourself?” Steve asked, becoming more interested in the conversation.

Y/N faced Steve. “Oh I rode the bus; it felt like it took forever.”

“I’ll bet. Which town did you grow up in?” Bucky continued to ask about her life.

“There’s this small town called Knockemstiff. You two ever heard of it?”

Bucky and Steve shook their heads. “Can’t say we have.”

Y/N waved a hand at them with a bashful laugh. “I’m not surprised, it’s kind of out in the middle of nowhere.”

God, listen to me. I’m just making this all up. She silently scolded herself as she lied to their faces; which a part of her felt guilty for.

There was a pause, leaving the three to listen to the racket of the other customers while Y/N wracked her brain.

“Um, were you born here in Brooklyn?” Y/N asked Bucky.

He smiled. “Yeah, I’ve lived here my whole life with my mom, dad, and younger sister.”

That bit of information made Y/N perk up inquisitively. “You have a sister? What’s her name?”

Bucky grinned at her question. “It’s Rebecca, she just turned nine last month.”

“That’s nice. I don’t have any siblings of my own, but when I was younger I always wished I had.”

“Even though it’s just her, Becca can be a handful.”

Y/N nodded knowingly. “I bet, girls can be just as rambunctious as boys at times.”

Bucky laughed fondly as he thought about his sister. “Once she gets comfortable with you; she’s usually shy in front of people.”

“I think that’s with every kid.”

Y/N smiled albeit awkwardly before she focused her attention back to Steve. “What about you? Do you have any siblings?”

Steve shook his head. “Unfortunately no. My mom and dad only had enough time to have me.”

“Oh, why’s that?”

In a small insignificant motion, Steve briefly made eye contact with Bucky whose expression dropped a little and then took a deep breath as he shifted in his seat.

It was obvious to Y/N, from her years of being an agent, that Steve was slightly uncomfortable with the question, but he began to answer her anyway.

“Well let’s just say that they barely had the means to care for me and themselves, let alone another kid. Then some years later, dad joined the army, got killed and eventually my mom worked as a nurse in the T.B. ward. She did that for a while before she caught it, then died some years ago.”

Y/N’s face fell, saddened by the story of Steve’s life. She was aware that Steve did exactly have a glamorous life growing up, but she never knew that it was so lonely.

Had she not been looking at Steve she would've seen Bucky staring her way, gauging her reaction to Steve’s story.

It wasn’t that he thought she would speak ill towards him, but there were times when Steve had shared something about himself when a girl joined them for whatever reason and the annoyance coupled with slight resentment permeated their eyes.

It really irked him.

Yeah, he loved the girls but if they couldn’t stand his best friend, he couldn’t stand them.

However, he was pleasantly surprised with Y/N.

Her expression was endearing, eyes soft, and mouth pinched in sympathy; not a hint of irritation. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

Steve shook his head. “That’s alright. Luckily though, I had my best friend.” He nudged Bucky’s side causing him to smile. “I couldn’t have gotten through it without Bucky.”

“What are you talking about? I’m your only friend.” Bucky snarkily commented.

Steve rolled his eyes at him as he rested her arms on top of the table. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at them, even now they seemed so close; like brothers.

“Well you know,” Y/N began hesitantly. “If all goes smoothly, maybe we could be friends too.”

As soon as the sentence had left her mouth, she felt as though she were intruding on their friendship and was unnecessarily inserting herself into something private.

That thought was dashed though when she saw Steve’s pleased features. “I would like that.”

She smiled back at him, a relief chuckle leaving her mouth as her eyes flickered to Bucky. He was already looking at her with the same kind of face. She could almost describe him as happy.

He looked so handsome when he was happy. She wished she could see more.

“I think that’s a good idea.” Bucky voiced excitedly, glancing between Steve and Y/N.

For the rest of dinner, Bucky and Steve continued to ask her questions about her life and she reciprocated in kind.

A lot of the information that they shared were things that she already knew seeing as how she was dating Bucky and close friends with Steve in 2016.

But she had to admit, hearing about their lives in this time, in this setting, did make it feel like the first time.

She only hoped that she wouldn’t let herself get too carried away with the two boys, she knew things about them that they hadn't told her yet and she needed to keep her distance.

It might be Steve and Bucky but it wasn’t her Steve and Bucky.

They couldn’t know the truth of why or how she was smack dab in the middle of Brooklyn.

Once the three finished their meal, they all got up from their booth and left. Though not before Bucky left the money for the meal on the table top.

Y/N immediately took note of the warm night air rushing over her skin. She recognized that it had to be somewhere around Spring or Summer. New York was never warm unless in the weather of those two seasons.

The ride back to Bucky and Steve’s shared apartment was met with an odd sort of silence.

Regardless of the fact that they had spent a majority of the night getting to know each other (again), Y/N still wasn’t ready to completely let herself relax in their presence.

Somehow she had to keep the gap between them so she wouldn’t hurt them when she’d return to her own time. At least, she hoped she could return to her own time.

Luckily the silence didn’t keep up when Bucky turned down an alleyway, slowly moving the car forward as he looped to a back lot where other cars were parked.

The moment Y/N got out of the vehicle, she memorized every single step up to Bucky and Steve’s apartment.

She memorized the sound of the squeaky front door of the apartment complex, the ding of the elevator, the clicking sound of the button when Bucky pressed the number five on the panel, the sound of their footsteps as they trekked down the tiled hallway.

Everything.

It hadn’t been something she consciously did; her brain just did it. Every intricate and unimportant detail she was committing to memory like somehow she’d need to refer back to it later.

“Here we go, home sweet home.” Bucky said, pushing open the wooden door.

He stepped to the side, letting Y/N walk in before him and Steve and carefully watched her as she walked out into the middle of the living room.

Barely ten steps in and Y/N could make out near the entire apartment.

The living room in which she was standing had a single couch pressed into the wall to her right with a small coffee table sitting in front of it. To the couch’s right side was a fabric covered chair and a tall lamp sitting between them.

A couple of feet back behind the lounge chair was a dining table complete with four chairs and another lamp to light that section of the room. Along that side of the apartment’s wall, next to the dining table was a window that overlooked the street down below.

Connected to the same room as the dining space was a compact kitchen. She turned to face that direction, seeing a simple but clean kitchen.

It looked like a narrow hallway almost; on one side you had the refrigerator in the corner, some counter space next to it, then the stove and oven beside it. On the opposite wall was the sink with a shelf hanging above it. And on both sides were cabinets lining the wall.

Off to the left of the kitchen was, from what Y/N could make out, the bathroom; the wooden door half open to reveal a sink and mirror.

Her eyes traveled the expanse of the apartment, over Bucky and Steve’s figures as they stood by the closed front door. Eventually her eyes came across two open doorways which could only be their bedrooms.

Despite the small size of the place, it was rather quaint.

“We know it’s not much but it’s home.” Bucky suddenly said, hands in his pant pockets.

Y/N whipped her head back to the boys who had been waiting for her to get a feel for the apartment.

“I like it.” She admitted fondly as she took another look around.

She didn’t see as the two men exchanged surprised looks. Steve was the first to step forward. “Really?”

“Yes, it looks homey.” She beamed, finally turning to face them.

Her response made both of the boys grin at her then to each other. Bucky, lifted his hand to scratch at his temple, bashfully making his way over to Y/N’s side.

“Glad you like it.”

Y/N took another few seconds to take it all in then she sighed contently, looking up to Bucky’s towering figure. “Could I bother you for a change of clothes? Sleeping in this suit is kind of...”

“Oh, of course. Just give me a minute.” Bucky quickly walked off, disappearing into one bedroom sitting closest to the living room.

Y/N and Steve stood in quietly, keeping their focus on something other than each other but they did end up making eye contact a few times and awkwardly smiled at one another to possibly ease the tension.

The sound of rummaging clothes was the only sound in the apartment besides the cars on the road near fifty feet down from their current location.

It hadn’t been too long when Bucky walked out of his room with a folded white shirt and a pair of striped pajama pants in hand. “Will these work for you?”

Y/N softly took them from his hands. “Yes, these should do just fine. I’m just gonna go change in the bathroom.”

“Yeah, please go ahead. Do what you need to do.” Bucky kindly offered while watching Y/N already making her way to the bathroom.

Once she closed the door to the bathroom and switched the light on, the tension in her shoulders sank down and out from her body. This was the one moment she finally had to herself.

She tossed the extra clothes to the edge of the sink, gripping the porcelain with both hands. She let her head hang low, eyes staring at nothing while she tried to focus on the beating of her own heart.

Her mind raced through everything that happened up to this point: fighting Tallis, accidentally getting teleported back in time, having dinner with Bucky and Steve before her parents were even born, spending the night in their apartment. Y/N wondered if she’d be able to process it all.

Could this be one of those vivid dreams where the world around her felt real?

On that thought, Y/N lifted herself up to see her slightly dirt covered cheeks and temple covered in dried blood.

She looked tired, damn it, she was tired. Most of the day, Y/N spent fighting HYDRA and then Tallis.

Stupid Tallis.

With a shake of her head, Y/N grabbed the towel on the nearby rack, holding it under the faucet of the sink to run it through water. Once wet, she dabbed a corner of the towel over the cut on her head and wiped the skin clean.

Over the next several minutes, Y/N spent shifting out of her skin tight battle suit and into Bucky’s pjs. However, she couldn’t keep the pants on as they were far too large that they wouldn’t even prop awkwardly around her waist. So she left them off.

Luckily, the white shirt hung just above her knees, long enough to cover the most intimate parts of her.

A shrug of her shoulders then Y/N stepped out of the bathroom. She saw Bucky and Steve stand to attention when the bathroom door squeaked open, but what followed made her cheeks heat up.

Steve had taken one look at her and awkwardly coughed, turning his thin body away from her. And Bucky’s deep blue eyes couldn’t look away from the alluring sight of Y/N’s exposed legs.

What Y/N had considered fairly tame must’ve been very scandalous to them.

“Uh…the pants were too big.” Y/N explained, beginning to fidget where she was standing.

Bucky then shook his head, blinking rapidly to break himself out of his thoughts. “Th-that’s okay, whatever makes you comfortable.”

She nodded, trying to bury her embarrassment as she pointed to the couch. “I uh..I can sleep on the couch.”

“Oh no, that’s alright-” “You don’t have to do that-”

“You can sleep in my bed.”

Bucky and Steve paused as they turned their heads to look at each other, both their faces hardened with expressions that’d only be described as ‘seriously, dude.’

Y/N’s eyes grew wide upon hearing them both say the same thing, and a hearty laugh made its way up her throat.

That caused the boys to whip their heads back to where Y/N stood. “I appreciate the offer, from both of you, but I can’t sleep in both beds at the same time.”

“Right, that would be impossible” Steve tried to joke, a little shyly.

She could tell Bucky was trying to think of something to sort this out, so she suggested an idea first. “You could try ‘rock, paper, scissors’?”

“Yeah, why not?” Bucky smirked then directed his attention to Steve.

The pair held their hands up, one hand laid out flat and the other a fist. They looked at each other with dead seriousness, out of place for the game they were about to play.

“Rock, paper, scissors!” Both said, fists beating against the palm of their hands before resting at the end of the chant.

Bucky had laid out paper and Steve, rock.

Y/N watched Steve exhale in defeat as Bucky smugly sauntered to his bedroom doorway. “This way, if you please.”

She bit her lip to suppress yet another laugh bubbling in the back of her throat while hurrying into Bucky’s room to hide her face.

Bucky stood in the doorway for a couple more seconds with Steve half-heartedly glaring at his best friend.

The tall man sent Steve a shit eating grin and a small wink causing Steve to nudge his shoulder. “Shut up.”

Then Bucky laughed as he turned to walk inside his room, Y/N already standing next to his bed.

He’d be lying if he said wasn’t picturing a much more explicit scenario but he forced it out of his mind when Y/N turned towards him.

“It looks cozy.”

“It can be, but it gets a little chilly in here at night.” Bucky said, coming up to grab the top of the comforter and pulling it back. “But these blankets are thick so they should keep you warm.”

She nodded, keeping her gaze elsewhere as he was only a couple inches away from her. “Thank you, I appreciate this.”

“No problem, hope you get a good night's sleep. Oh, and if you need anything I’ll be out there on the couch.”

They both stood there for a couple of seconds before Bucky realized that he should probably leave her alone. “So anyway, uh…Good night.”

He took a couple backwards steps then grabbed the doorknob ready to leave.

“Hey Bucky?”

She’d never seen him perk up so fast, his blue eyes focused on nothing but her. It nearly knocked the breath from her lungs. “Yeah?”

“I want to seriously Thank you, a-and Steve, for everything you’ve done for me. You don’t know me and you two really went out of your way so, thank you.”

He smiled for the hundredth time that night (was it because he liked her or he was just a cheery guy, who knows), “You’re welcome. Have a good night.”

“You too.”

Softly, Bucky closed the door with a soft thud, leaving Y/N to ponder on her own. With one more once over of the bedroom in its entirety, she moved the thick blanket back some more to slip under it.

The material was softer than she expected, a fact which she was happy about. Then she carefully rested her head against the squishy material.

She took a small breath, letting her body completely succumb to the plush surface of the bed.

Now the exhaustion finally set in, washing over her every nerve ending and bone in her body. Only her mind was functioning, and the last thing on her mind was of the Bucky she knew from her own time.

The Bucky that had been through war, torture, and so much devastation.

She missed him so much.

a/n: All I have to say is, thank you for making it down this far.

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