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astonmartinii · 5 months
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peas in a pod | oscar piastri social media au
pairing: oscar piastri x fem!russell!reader
y/n and george russell may be twins, but they’re hardly two peas in a pod and oscar is just there for the ride
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yourusername: are you alex’s appendix cause you make me wanna bust 😩
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user1: excuse me 😀
user2: sometimes i’m like yeah george and y/n are defo twins and then she says shit like this and i’m like they can’t be related
alexalbon: erm what is is ?
yourusername: gosh so other people can use your appendicitis for a seat but i can’t use it to appreciate my boyf - PC gone crazy
alexalbon: the only censorship you’ll need is when my foot is up your ass
yourusername: i’d love to see you try i’ll put you back in the hospital
alexalbon: you say that but when i woke up in hospital you were crying your eyes out begging me to never do that again 🤨
yourusername: i was CHANNELLING GEORGE OBVIOUSLY
oscarpiastri: she cried about it for a good week after alex dw she loves you really
yourusername: TURNCOAT say goodbye to your bedtime privileges
georgerussell63: okay we’ll stop right there, y/n is sorry for joking about your appendicitis alex, and y/n we will not be discussing extracurricular activities with oscar. thank you.
user3: what about the people who want to hear about the extracurriculars? and maybe want to … see them?
yourusername: @oscarpiastri how do you think mclaren would feel about an onlyfans?
oscarpiastri: i think it’ll be a hard no
yourusername: ugh boring
user4: y/n talking about an onlyfans whereas i don’t believe george has even seen a naked woman
oscarpiastri: i love you and your dumb fucking pick up lines
yourusername: what do you mean i’m literally the reincarnation of william shakespeare?
georgerussell63: more like e l james
yourusername: i knew it was you who stole my copy of 50 shades GIVE IT BACK
yourusername: anyhow … i love you too babe x
user5: every comment section we learn new y/n russell lore and it shocks me everytime
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oscarpiastri: in this house i guess we celebrate hit tweets? happy one year anniversary to the alpine breakup
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user6: CAKE SCARED ME FOR A SEC I WON'T LIE
yourusername: i think the technical term is “stunting on these hoes”
oscarpiastri: for pr reasons i will not be agreeing
yourusername: @ otmar HE BROKE I’M UP
oscarpiastri: you’re going to get me into even more trouble than that tweet did
yourusername: blame me and tell them to meet me in the car park, no weapons just fists
oscarpiastri: maybe let’s not
yourusername: you don’t wanna be my sexy ring girl? :(
georgerussell63: one day of not threatening people is all i ask for
yourusername: you weren’t saying that when i beat that year 13 guy’s ass in year ten for picking on you 🤨
georgerussell63: well yes but needs must
oscarpiastri: sorry george i’m siding with y/n she’s not afraid to tell the waiter they got my order wrong
landonorris: and she can square up to the people who won’t leave us alone in clubs
georgerussell63: okay i get it damn
yourusername: SMASH
alexalbon: you can’t let anything be normal can you?
yourusername: since you wanna be in my business… lily is a smash too
alexalbon: excuse me?
yourusername: let it be known if i weren’t already with the love of my life, id steal your girl
lilymunhe: oh wow … umm ☺️😳
alexalbon: OSCAR DO SOMETHING
oscarpiastri: idk bro im focusing on being called the love of y/n’s life
user7: silly season was so boring this year thank the lord we have y/n to cause chaos
georgerussell63: do not encourage her
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yourusername: you think i look bad, you should see the other girl. don’t touch men without their consent - and definitely don’t touch my man or you will be dealt with. trust.
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user8: someone leaked the video and omg that girl has hands
user9: she did NAWT hold back omg
oscarpiastri: i love you, thank you for defending my honour
yourusername: i love you too, i’d protect you with my life but don’t get it twisted, i’d throw hands for anyone
oscarpiastri: no but for real i’m very thankful for you standing up for me
user10: why is everyone praising this? all this shows me is that piastri is a pussy that needs his gross girlfriend to stand up for him?
yourusername: i’m going to stop you right there. that girl thought she could touch a man without his consent, and it’s completely out of order. so she was handed the consequences. oscar couldn’t do anything so it fell into my hands. you are the problem, do not talk down to him or other victims in those situations.
georgerussell63: as much as i joke, im glad you and oscar have each other.
yourusername: thank you georgie
oscarpiastri: thanks george, but your sister is the real knight in shining armour here
yourusername: i'll always save you princess 👸
alexalbon: everyone is being very sentimental but YO I KNEW YOU SAID YOU HAD HANDS BUT DAMN
user11: alex spill how brutal was it?
alexalbon: i had a front seat and it was like prime anthony joshua she was NOT playing
yourusername: oh wow that’s a big statement
alexalbon: i don’t wanna sound unprofessional but it was honestly crazy and i am so impressed y/n should really consider combat sports
yourusername: in my defence she just fully turned in on my fist
georgerussell63: okay normal service resumed she's making fun of me again :(
user12: why are we celebrating violence?
user13: people have no respect for the drivers these days, just because you’re in the same club as them does not mean that you’re entitled to harass them ??? you fuck around you’re going to find out… esp when y/n is around LOL
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oscarpiastri: so a lot has happened. i don't want to give the girl any more attention. i love my girlfriend and i love how much she loves me. cry more.
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user14: OOP HE GAGGED THE HOES
georgerussell63: "cry more" y/n has clearly been rubbing off on you
yourusername: i can assure you i've done much more than just rub off on him
georgerussell63: NO NO STOP RIGHT THERE MISSY
oscarpiastri: to be fair you walked right into that one george
georgerussell63: introducing you two really is the stupidest thing i've ever done
oscarpiastri: first of all, arthur introduced us months before you "introduced us", second of all, this is a lot coming from the guy who cried to me about how i'm so great for your sister and can't wait to have me as a brother-in-law
yourusername: AWWW GEORGIE YOU SOFTIE
georgerussell63: yes i am soft. i love love. sue me gosh.
user15: they are so aesthetically pleasing to my eyes
landonorris: so does like y/n wanna give self defence classes?
yourusername: for a price, soz nothing comes for free in this economy
danielricciardo: please can you do classes? i wanna harness your rabid chihuahua energy
yourusername: i am NOT. a chihuahua take that back daniel
oscarpiastri: she's more like a kangaroo, cute but will steal your dog and beat your ass
yourusername: true, i just wanna put you in my pouch
yourusername: that sounds weird, but i just wanna hold you and never let go
danielricciardo: okay i was just messing around no need to be disgustingly cute
logansargeant: i'm glad you're both okay, but that room service debrief went so hard
oscarpiastri: honestly if i weren't holding an ice pack to my girlfriend's face it would've been top two
yourusername: eh i think it's still top two, nothing is unseating when we were next door to lando shagging and we made it a drinking game 😭
landonorris: WHAT ????
oscarpiastri: no comment
logansargeant: no comment
yourusername: it was drink every time you moaned impressively loud 👍
landonorris: no comment
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alexalbon: idc you can never get me to hate her ass if you poke the bear expect to get bitten
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user16: sorry to the galex truthers but y/n and alex are the superior friendship
yourusername: i knew you loved me + and i knew you loved oscar SEND ME THE LAST PIC NEW LOCKSCREEN INCOMING
alexalbon: i've been the personal photographer for both russells for years and i'm only just being appreciated
yourusername: HOLD ON i take just as many of you and lily
alexalbon: well that's easier because we're much easier to photograph
oscarpiastri: WOAH hold your horses pal, call me ugly all you want but one shall not dishonour y/n
alexalbon: okay someone spent the break at the russell house
yourusername: HE'S NOT UGLY YOU POOL NOODLE TAKE IT BACK
alexalbon: damn it's a tough crowd. and on a post literally appreciating you
yourusername: bare minimum
user17: okay the kardashians are over - netflix can we please get a drive to survive spin off about y/n, george, oscar and alex ????
landonorris: lando norris erasure
charles_leclerc: charles leclerc erasure
oscarpiastri: move over twitch quartet, there's a new sheriff in town
landonorris: okay i'm banning y/n from mclaren you've spent too much time with her and now a rookie is bullying me :(
yourusername: he ate you up... i'm so proud
landonorris: is this the environment the russells promote? @georgerussell63
georgerussell63: you're on your own on this one lando i gave up years ago
yourusername: @oscarpiastri i think that's called maximising our joint slay
oscarpiastri: they wish they were us for real
user18: i love watching a black cat gf slowly corrupt her golden retriever bf
yourusername: oscar is like an evil little kitten really
oscarpiastri: and you love it
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note: quick one cause i'm in my feelings. enjoy this random oscar cuteness he is an aussie queen (also a friend of mine literally went to the same school as him it's so weird)
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buckyalpine · 1 year
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Missing
This is so dumb. Imma post it anyway. This is more of a pure ridiculousness and fluff fever dream with grumpy mob Bucky and sunshine reader, was in the mood for a lil sassy Bucky. 
A silly part 2 
“WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE”
Bucky’s men swallowed thickly, staring lowly at their feet while he glared at them, their silence angering him more. How could they let this happen. 
“So none of you. NONE OF YOU thought to keep an eye on her to make sure nothing happened to her?!”
Silence.
“I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU TO TAKE CARE OF HER WHILE I WAS GONE”
Sam and Steve shook their heads a the group, they should have known better than to be so careless, this wouldn’t have happened under their watch. 
“Fucking hell, I leave you idiots in charge for 5 days, 5 FUCKING DAYS, and that was some how too much?!” 
Bucky sucked in a breath, storming to his office, deciding he could tell them off later. Right now, he had bigger problems and the longer he waited, the harder it would be to get her back. His baby. His sweet heart. His angel. His everything. Steve and Sam followed, ready to search the entirety of New York all day and night if they had to. 
“Buck, what do you plan on doing, she could be anywhere, we can send the team to look-
“I’m not sending those idiots” Bucky rubbed his temples before pulling up his laptop. The scowl from his face dropped when he saw the little blinking red dot on the screen. “Thank fuck, her tracking device is still working” 
“You put a tracking device on her?” Sam gawked, before snorting and shaking his head. Of course the mobster did, how could he expect any less. 
“Well, now you see why I did”  Bucky shrugged, turning the laptop for the other two men to see. The coordinates weren’t near them but it didn’t matter. “I don’t get how the fuck she ended up there, but we have to go now, lets go” 
Bucky couldn’t help the tick of his jaw, the twitch of his fingers as they drove down the streets to get to her. He narrowed his eyes as they neared the location, he didn’t care what or who he’d have to face, he would get her back if it meant he had to burn the cutesy little house to the ground. 
The three men hopped out of the black SUV, guns and knives in check, taking long strides to the little porch of the house and straight to the door. Bucky wasted no time, his fist flying to the door. As soon as it opened, he stared down at you, his jaw clenched, chest heaving. 
“Where is she” 
5 Days ago 
You yelped feeling a warm soft ball of fur brush by your legs as you restocked some flowers your stall. You looked down to see a pair of bright blue eyes looking up at you, a sweet little white kitten slinking around your ankles. 
“Oh hello” You giggled, as the feline purred, rubbing herself and nuzzling into your leg, lifting her paws up so you could carry her. You smiled, cradling her in your arms; her perfect silky soft fur and gold jeweled collar indicated she was definitely not a stray. 
“Who do you belong to princess” You carefully looked at her collar, only to find her name on it without an address. “Hmm Alpine. What will I do with you sweetie?” You cooed while she nudged her face into your neck, her paws kneading into your skin. 
“I suppose you can stay with me and we can put some posters up for your owners to come find you?” 
“Meow”
You giggled, deciding to close the stall early for the afternoon, making your way down to the pet store to grab a few tins of food and other supplies for your new guest, unsure of how long she’d be with you (though you secretly hoped her owners wouldn’t come for her too soon). 
“Hmm little princess like you, how about this soft cat bed?” 
Halfway through your shopping trip, you forgot Alpine wasn’t actually yours, filling the cart with treats, toys, a bed and a number of other things you certainly didn’t need. You couldn't help it though, cooing at the little ball of fluff that contently curled up in your arms as you walked up and down the aisles. 
Of course.
She loved all her toys. And ate all her food. And was the most polite little house guest. Her daddy taught her proper manners. 
Except.
She never used the bed. 
No. 
In the middle of the night you felt 4 tiny paws climb over your side, nuzzling itself into the crook of your neck, her purring as loud as a motor boat. You sighed to yourself, snuggling Alpine in your arms, wondering how much time you’d get to spend with the fur baby. 
Present
You jumped, hearing loud banging at your door; dropping your rolling pin on the counter. You ran to the door, blinking up at the 3 huge men at your doorway with wide eyes, all of them staring down at you, the one in the middle looked like he was going to just walk right in. 
“Where is she”
“Who- 
 You blinked again in confusion before connecting the dots; the chain around Bucky’s wrist was very similar to the one Alpine wore as a collar. You bit back a giggle, looking at the large man in front of you. His rings, dark suit and the gun poking from his waist band was a stark contrast to the little ball of fluff you had housed for five days. 
“Oh! You’re here for Alpine?” 
You stepped aside, letting all three men into your home. Bucky paused for a moment after he actually look in his surroundings. Your home reminded him of a cute doll house; a small porch with a swing. The outside painted a soft yellow. Flowers were all around your garden. The inside of your house smelled like cinnamon and vanilla with pictures of family decorating the walls. It was adorable. 
“Come with me, I’m sure she’s still where I left her” 
You led the mob boss down the hall to the living room and Bucky’s heart was beating a little faster than usual. You were in a dotted dress, an apron still around your waist. Your hair was still a little tousled from your time in the kitchen; smearing's of flour streaks your nose and cheeks.
You looked like a doll.
The most adorable- No. Focus. 
Sam and Steve glanced at each other, smirking, watching Bucky give you heart eyes as he trailed behind you, the two whispering while you both disappeared into the living room. 
“Bet you 50, Alpine gets a spot at the altar” 
“The altar?”
“When they get married” Sam shrugged, while Steve snorted. 
“Alpine, look whose here” You smiled softly, while Bucky’s heart leapt seeing his little princess curled up in one of your sweaters, her paws batting at the strings of your hoodie. She perked up, scampering off the couch and into Bucky’s arms, purring and burying herself into his chest.
“Hey sweet girl” Bucky whispered, kissing the top of her head. “You went on an adventure, huh?” He scratched her behind the ears, giving her all the kisses she had missed out on for days. “Daddy missed you baby”
Your heart melted, looking at how Alpine nearly disappeared in Bucky’s large arms and the way he was so soft for his little fur baby. His eyes were glazed over, cooing and kissing her. It was also then that you realized he was incredibly handsome. Blue eyes like Alpine, tan skin, stubble covering his cheeks, pink lips. Beautiful.
“How did you know she was here?” You hesitantly took a step closer to stroke the top of her head. Bucky smiled at the way Alpine responded to you as she leaned into your touch, on cloud nine now that she had a possible mommy to play with-
“Oh” Bucky blushed again, realizing he had essentially just barged into your home without warning, not actually telling you who he was, or what he was even there for. “Her collar; it has a tracker” 
“I-I um- brought some stuff for her, you-you can take it with you if you like?” You quickly stepped away to grab the box of the things you had bought for her and Bucky’s heart leapt again at your sweetness. “She didn’t use her bed, only slept with me” 
“Yeah, her daddy would’ve probably done the same if you found him instead- ow” Sam whispered before he yelped when Steve flicked his hear, trying to contain his laugh. 
Bucky thanked you, not trusting himself to speak each time you looked at him with your sweet eyes. He wanted to give you something to taking such good care of his baby but of course you refused and he only fell for you more. Alpine mewed, looking back longingly as the SUVs pulled out of the driveway before lookin at her dad right in the eye. Why were you not coming with them?
*****
“Alp?”
Bucky set down the book he was reading, as Alpine slinked out of bed, making her way over to the  box of stuff you had bought for her. She dragged a sweater of yours that had fallen into the box, pulling it up onto the bed and kneading it before making her self comfortable, burying her face in, purring loudly. Bucky snorted, wrapping her up in the sweater and cradling her, clearly he wasn’t the only one that had spent all day thinking about you. 
“You like her huh?” Bucky looked down at the sassy thing in his arm; the slow blink she gave him was all he needed to know. “You want her to be your mommy?” Bucky blinked to himself, shaking his head. What was he doing, taking relationship advice from his cat. “I’m getting a head of myself”
“Yeah, starting with the fact that you’re talking to a cat. Now go ask her out” 
Bucky growled, rolling his eyes, hearing Sam’s muffled cackle through his closed door. Sam wasn’t wrong though. 
He had to ask you out. 
*****
“Make it 100. 100 bucks Alpine is at the wedding”
“Add another 5, she’ll officiate the wedding” 
“You think he’ll want Alp on our side with the groomsmen or with her”
“There won’t be any groomsmen left alive if you all don’t shut the fuck up” 
*Whispers*
“Alp will be with the groomsmen”
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sgt-seabass · 2 months
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𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅
✧˚ · . a collaboration between @navybrat817 and sgt-seabass
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I just wanna see you bleed. Open you and set you free. (x)
pairing — bucky barnes x fem!reader w/c — 9.7k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. listening to —♫disaster
part of the Vengeance AU previous part - 𝑬𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅
warnings — bucky barnes is going through it, dark fic, the reader is having a hard time mentally (.... totally not self inserting heh), violence, slapping, spanking, use of a gun to threaten, non-consensual connotations and threats (nothing actually happens), mild mention of blood and injury, captivity, forced drugging via injection a/n — sorry this took so long. depression is a bitch. thank you navy for putting up with my delays!
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The thing about love is that it comes with risks. And the biggest risk of all is loss, for a heart that does not yearn for another never truly knows the meaning of catastrophic loss until grief visits them. 
Love was still worth it to Bucky. Even with his wrenching heart and endless tears, the tenderness he shared with you was something that no one could steal or decimate. While the assailants had trashed your shared home, they could never take the memories - the feeling of your deft fingers brushing across his skin, the bright smiles you’d gift him, and the unwavering silent support that always held him upright. 
Bucky was a man because you motivated him to be his best self. He was no longer a ghost, a nightmare, a mirage of misery - he was human. 
You were gone. And there would be nothing stopping him from getting you back. 
It had been three days since you’d been taken, and frustratingly, Bucky felt no closer to finding you than the day when he’d first found the ruins of the apartment. He’d moved back into the tower with Alpine, taking up refuge in his old compound apartment. It was kept the same, like he’d never left. And he felt the same as when he’d lived there last – lost.
The whole team had become involved in finding you. You were family to all of them. And no one gets away with fucking with the family of the Avengers.
Bucky sighed and impatiently tapped his foot against the floor as he waited in the meeting room with Steve, Natasha, and Sam. Tony had been working on a reconstruction of what happened in the apartment since the security cameras were somehow turned off before the assailant’s arrival.
It was a planned hit; that much was clear. But they needed the rest of the details of what happened to know what they were looking at.
The room was silent. What could anyone say that hadn’t already been said? Bucky’s friends had already assured him they’d get you back safely, but those were empty promises said just to stop him from throwing himself off the top of the compound.
Bucky stared at the blank white wall ahead of him while his mind spiralled. This was his fault. If you were dead, that blood was on his hands. He should have known of the threat – had some inkling that this was coming. But he was completely blind-sighted. There was no indication that there was an incoming attack.
“Move the table to the side so we have room,” Tony commanded as he entered, his usual quips missing – quips that always made you laugh and smile, brightening the room with your aura.
“Hello to you too, Tony,” Sam said, assisting Bucky and Steve in pushing the meeting room table to the side so there was some floor space for Tony’s visualisation tool.
“Do you think she’s alive? Could she have survived the attack?” Were the first words out of Bucky’s mouth, his voice strained from the amount of crying he’d been doing.
“Yeah, I think she’s alive. Are you sure you want to see this, Barnes? It’s… It’s pretty brutal, even for your standards,” Tony sniped, earning a stern look from Steve. Bucky didn’t care, though; it was a fair enough jab when he’d been the one to kill Tony’s parents.
“Real smooth, Tony,” Natasha scoffed, crossing her arms.
Bucky set the awkward air aside. They weren’t going to get anywhere otherwise. “I need to see it.”
“Maybe you should wait outside, Buck—” Steve started, but Bucky raised his hand to shut him up.
“Don’t coddle me. I need to see it.”
Steve just put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze while Tony set up his small projection device.
Nothing could have prepared Bucky for the image that greeted him. There you were, or at least, an apparition of you. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he held himself back. What he couldn’t stop were the tears that welled in his eyes. What if this was the last time he ever saw you? You already looked like a ghost in the odd blue hue of the technology.
Bucky gulped, his breaths coming out thick as you started moving from the bedroom to the shower. It played out like a macabre movie. Three assailants entered the apartment through the front door.
“They had keys?” Natasha asked, and Tony nodded in response.
Sam partially looked away when the assault began, Natasha and Steve’s faces hardening while Bucky had tears tracking down his cheeks. You fought hard, and Bucky couldn’t feel any prouder. You were his light – his fire, and you fought with every morsel of energy you had.
Tony was right – the ordeal was brutal and cruel. These men didn’t just kidnap you; they tormented you. This was personal.
“Any forensics?” Steve asked, his voice shaky.
“None. Whoever they are, they’re professionals,” Tony leant against the table. “And they clearly have a vendetta. Any enemies that stand out, Barnes?”
“Hydra is always top of the list.” Just the mention of the name had everyone in the room shuddering. Hydra had already done so much damage.
“Hydra fell when S.H.I.E.L.D did. They’re gone,” Sam reclined against the wall, hand rubbing nervously over his jaw, the same spot Rumlow had got a good hit on him during their fight at the Triskelion.
“You’re naive if you think that would get rid of them.” Natasha walked up to the projection, zooming in on the word you’d written on the ground. Blonde. “Although I don’t remember any of our known enemies being blonde.”
“Pierce was blonde.” Steve suggested.
Tony shook his head. “He was grey. And I highly doubt he’d be breaking into an apartment, seeing as he’s got a bullet-sized hole in his chest. Plus, he was an old fucker.”
Bucky forced himself to watch the whole recreation, eyes not straying for a moment as he searched for anything he was missing. It was a carefully executed but merciless attack. Tony was right; it seemed you’d survive physically, but what about your mind?
Bucky could hardly bear to think about what they were doing with you now they had you alone.
With you passed out on the floor, Bucky watched as the men bundled you up in a sheet to carry your bloody mess of a body out in. “There were no drag marks?”
Tony shrugged. “Nope. They carried her.” 
“Did no neighbours report anything?”
“It was early morning, so most had already left for work, and anyone who did see something aren’t coming forward. People these days aren’t keen on being a snitch since that puts a target on their backs,” Sam delivered sadly. To a degree, Bucky understood, but at the same time, he wanted to question every person in the damn building.
Realistically, his efforts would be better placed searching through viable intelligence sources. The more reliable the information, the better. These guys would have had to make some noise somewhere, and Bucky intended to find where.
“I’ll ask Maria to get the analysts onto where they might have gone. They’ll check every car that was spotted in the area if they have to. And we’ll see what we can get off the surrounding cell towers. If we’re lucky, they pinged off one of them. They can’t have just disappeared with her,” Natasha’s voice turned clinical. It was easier to be strategic without the emotional strings attached.
Steve nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Check all private flights and airspace as well. I expect they’ve left the country and gone somewhere harder to track. The fact they went to this effort and didn’t kill her outright means they have a use for her, which means she’s still alive.”
“Until that use runs out,” Bucky cut Steve off, his jaw twinging with how hard he clenched his teeth. “Then they’ll kill her.”
“We’ll find her before then, Buck.”
“We have to. She’s taken my heart with her.”
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You’d been lucky in your life that you’d been sheltered from physical pain. You’d known grief, sadness, all the usual trials of life. But this level of absolute anguish was new. 
You were thankful you’d gone this long not knowing what it felt like to fear an impending death.
What even was death? An endless nothing? A light at the end of the tunnel? A world where you’re reunited with all those souls that had already left? Either way, it was the cessation of suffering. You can’t suffer when you don’t exist. 
Days had passed since your capture, and a routine had set in. In your dank, mossy-smelling cell, you ate, stretched, slept, shit, and brushed your teeth - a macabre rinse and repeat that had your mind dulling. You prided yourself in being creative, so having no stimuli apart from grey walls and odd smells was a special kind of torture.
Your captors left you alone for the most part. You only saw them when they delivered meals and your toothbrush, and even then, sometimes, they’d just slide the items through a small hatch in the bottom of the door, expecting you to return the items promptly.
Damien or Maddox would often leave with some snide remark, while Kage never said anything.
The thought of fighting back had crossed your mind, although you couldn’t do much with them watching, the blinking red light of a camera in the corner of your room a constant reminder that you were not alone.
Bucky would be closing in by now, right? Each time you heard steps coming to your enclosure, a morsel of hope would flourish like a blooming flower. And each time, those beautiful flowers had their heads sliced off. The disappointment was clear on your face each time, and a small whine would escape, normally ending in you devolving into a pit of tears.
Crying was the only solace. 
As the days had passed, you began to fear the opening of the door, because you expected death with his scythe and billowing black mist to be there waiting to cut off your head, like the way your hope had been deflowered.
Today was the same as all the others. Pain, tears, and acute loneliness all present. You sat on your cot with your legs to your chest, bandaged feet resting on the mattress so you could cry against your knees. Your wounds were healing slowly, bloody bandages changed by Kage each day, while your heart continued to break.
The wall vibrated subtly as music began playing upstairs, the reverberations traveling all the way down to your cell. You were underground, that much you had gathered. After your dinner, you would hear the music begin to play. You weren’t sure what they were doing up there, but you never heard any additional voices, so you assumed your captors were alone. Although, there could easily be a thick layer of concrete separating your roof from their floor, so you just might not be able to hear it.
All you did know was the music normally meant it was time to try and sleep. You had no sunlight, so you had to rely on the meals and music as your clock. You could have an opposite sleeping schedule for all you knew, but the men never said anything of it, so you assumed your intuition was right.
With a heavy sigh, you lay down, covered in an oversized t-shirt and cotton panties. It was cold, but with nothing more than a thin blanket, so you had no choice but to shiver and bear it.
The vibrations in the wall made a white noise that filled the room, and you preferred that over the silence. You couldn’t hear the music, so you liked to try to imagine what song it might be based on the tempo. 
You smiled to yourself as you placed your hand against the wall. Whatever it was, you knew Bucky would hate it. Deep bass beats were never his style. While you liked to imagine your boyfriend as John Wick, fighting along to electronic music, you knew the reality was far more grim. 
Thinking of Bucky, your eyes started to get heavy, and you slowly fell asleep.
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It wasn’t a peaceful slumber, but it was rest - something you tried to get every chance you could. You didn’t know when you’d need your strength, so you tried to reserve it. 
And as it turned out, a situation requiring your strength was around the corner much sooner than you had expected.
The door to your cell swung open, and the loud sound had you shooting up with a squeak and wide eyes, no remnants of sleep in your mind as adrenaline surged through your veins. 
Nothing could have prepared you for the sight you’d be met with.
It was Damien who spoke first as they entered. “We caught ourselves a new pet. I have to say, this one seems much less fuckable than you.”
“Bucky,” you gasped, mostly in disbelief.
It wasn’t the rescue you’d dreamed of. Bucky hadn’t come in guns blazing and a smile of relief on his face.
No, Bucky was slumped, his metal shoulder being carried by Maddox and the other by Damien, while his legs dragged across the floor behind him and his arms were secured behind his back. He was dressed in his tactical gear like he’d come with the intention to save you. His face was bloodied and ashen, his hair sickly sticking to his forehead, and to your horror, there was a muzzle placed over the lower half of his face. You’d seen a picture of Bucky from when he was a soldier when you’d accidentally walked into a briefing room in the compound, his face scattered among others you didn’t recognise. But seeing him like that in the flesh was something else entirely.
You jumped up from the bed, ready to run to him, but Kage was by your side before you could act. He placed his hand on your collarbone, warning you to stay in place. “Your face is priceless.”
You couldn’t even feel the pain in your feet, as if the wounds were never there, as you whimpered at the sight of your lover.
“Bucky, are you alright? Bucky. Oh god.” You tried to move, but Kage’s hand gripped your forearm painfully, his digits digging in and leaving divots. Bucky tried to speak beneath the mask, but only muffled sounds came out. “No, please, don’t hurt him.”
“Bit late for that, don’t you think?” Maddox grinned, the pride clear as day on his face. “The mutt put up a fight, I’ll give it that. But it failed. That must really suck for you.”
They spoke like he wasn’t even a man. Not even a dog. Just an annoyance - a hindrance.
Damien and Maddox dumped Bucky on his knees a few steps from you. And that’s when he finally looked up. It was like he hadn’t wanted to accept that was your voice he heard, but once he set eyes on you, that was it. 
The dams broke, and both of you resolved into tears. “No, this isn’t real. This can’t be happening.”
“Oh, it’s happening.” Damien kicked Bucky’s back, sending him lurching forward, his cheek painfully hitting the concrete floor. The pained sounds that came from your boyfriend would haunt you for the rest of your life.
“Stop it!” You yelled, Bucky’s whimpers too much for you to handle. He was trying so desperately to speak, to move, but they’d beaten him badly and secured his metal arm away with vibranium cuffs. 
It didn’t stop him from trying though. Bucky rose to his feet, swinging his weight around so he could roundhouse kick towards Maddox and Damien. Maddox was faster though, pushing Damien out of the way and catching Bucky’s leg. 
There was a sick crunch when Maddox tripped Bucky’s stable left leg, his body buckling to the floor while Maddox held his right leg, allowing the joint at his hip to fold into an odd position before Bucky hit the floor on his side. He withered with a pained groan, while Damien took the chance to kick him in the stomach. It was like watching the most morbid film play out in front of you, and all you wanted to do was hold Bucky and tell him it was going to be okay. But the thing was, you never lied to him. And you had no plan to start now.
You tried desperately to wrench yourself from Kage’s grip, but instead he yanked your back to his chest, placing his arm across your belly so you were held uncomfortably against him. “He failed you. Do you think he still thinks this is all worth it? Or do you think he should have just left you to rot?” 
It was the most Kage had ever spoken to you, as if Bucky’s mere presence brought out a vitriol he kept hidden.
You shook your head, desperate to reject the baseless accusations. Even with his mouth covered, you could see in his expression alone the love Bucky held for you. You would never stop believing in him, even in death. “He hasn’t failed me,“ you gritted out, tears tracking down your cheeks. “He could never fail me.”
A sense of realisation took over you, the cogs turning as you looked upon your beaten lover. You’d wished for him to rescue you, to take you away from the pain and shield you from any further torment. But in doing so, you’d denied that Bucky was vulnerable - that he was the human you so dearly loved - made of flesh and blood and so dearly mortal. By placing him on the pedestal of a hero, you denied him his sensitivities, his feelings. You’d made him impuissant through your view of him as an impregnable force. You forgot that he is but a thing of atoms and material, so easily broken.
It was due to your expectations that he lay on the ground before you, bleeding and crying. Because he knew you were waiting for him. And here he was - just not in the way you had hoped. Now, hope was but a bird with broken wings, ready for death and the conclusion of existence. It was time for it to be put out of its acute misery. And it was time for you to mature and take responsibility for your future. 
“The only person who can save me is myself. It’s my path to take, not his,” your words came out shuddered, your hand raising to cover your mouth to try and hide your sob. It did little to muffle the sound as your eyes met the familiar cerulean blues. “Bucky. It’s fine.”
Damien pulled the muzzle from his face, and Bucky allowed a deep breath for what seemed like the first time in hours. “You have me, just let her go.”
Maddox laughed, shaking his head as he ruffled Bucky’s hair. “Trying to be noble, huh?” His fingers looped in the sweat-drenched strands, roughly pulling Bucky’s head back as he whimpered. “Do we look like we’re going to let her go?”
“She’s innocent in this, please,” Bucky begged, blood trickling down from his hairline as he squirmed on the cold floor. It was a painful, pitiful sight. “Keep me, but let her go.”
“Why would we when we can have some fun? She’s so pretty when she cries. The perfect toy for us to play with,” Kage husked, the hand on your stomach starting to dip lower towards your dignity.
You slapped his hand, an action which gained you a violent response. Kage threw you to your knees, the impact causing your bones to quiver and your cries to fill the room. You had to be strong, you had to be strong - the mantra didn’t help much as Bucky snarled protectively. “You touch her, and I’ll fucking kill you. I swear I’ll–”
“You keep running that mouth of yours, and it’s her we’ll punish,” Maddox gripped Bucky’s chin between his fingers, before spitting in his face.
“Please, I’m begging you. She’s just a normal girl, she’s innocent–”
“She’s not going to be so innocent when she has our cocks shoved down her throat.” Damien approached you, eyes raking your barely covered form. You stunk after days of not bathing, but that seemed like the least of their concerns.
“I can see why you picked her. She’s so much fun to have around.” Maddox forced Bucky’s viewline to you, arching his head on an awkward angle with the fingers tangled in his locks.
“You don’t own her,” Bucky rasped. “No one does.”
Maddox hummed with a shake of his head. ”That’s where you’re wrong. We all have our masters. Now we’re hers.”
"I will fucking kill you," Bucky snarled, trying to get off the floor, trying so desperately to fight. But he was easily subdued by Maddox in his weakened state.
Damien turned to your boyfriend with a smirk. "Not before we fill up each of her holes. So why don't you sit back and enjoy the show? Be a good boy now. Wouldn't want to have to muzzle you… again."
"We're going to enjoy breaking her," Maddox teased, his face getting close to Bucky’s, a staring contest of will beginning between the two. A contest that Bucky quickly lost when Maddox punched him in the gut. ”While you have your own appeal, I don’t fuck mutts.”
It was hard to process the scene playing out in front of you - the taunting, the threats, the hurt. It was too much to bear. You just wanted to be in Bucky’s arms again and have him tell you it was all okay.
But no, you had to be strong. “Please, don’t hurt him anymore. I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want.”
Kage held you firm, his free hand reaching up from behind to grab your jaw painfully. He didn’t speak, but you could feel his hot huff of breath against your ear, the remnants of a growl in it.
“You’ll do whatever we want regardless,” Damien commented, searching your face and soaking up all the emotion he could find.
Maddox left Bucky battered on the ground, but not without one more kick, this time to the underside of his jaw. Bucky’s head snapped back, a crack sounding as his teeth slammed together in the forced movement. 
You screamed, Kage and Damien’s hands beginning to roam across your body, feeling you like you were theirs. But it was like you couldn’t even see the three men anymore - just Bucky. Your vision had tunnelled to the focus on the one thing you cared about.
“Bucky! Are you alright? Bucky, please!” You couldn’t look away as his head lolled sickly, blood pouring from his mouth and nose. 
The hands keep moving over you, nausea roiling in your gut with each passing moment. But you still only focussed on Bucky. “Bucky, please. Bucky. You’ve got to get out of here. Somehow. Just go, please.”
The cell door was cracked open. He could logically make a run for it. But you knew he wouldn’t, not in his current state, and not without you. Maybe Steve was on his way? But you knew Bucky wouldn’t look so crestfallen if help was coming. 
“Please, Bucky.” You cried, not even sure what you were asking for at this point, all you could do was scream his name.
The more you yelled for him, the more you chanted his name like the only prayer you knew, the more the world began to warble. 
Bucky’s form began to waver, as did the rest of the room. Maddox, Damien and Kage had frozen in their assault, their skin rippling as your breath suddenly fell short.
What was happening? You couldn’t scream for Bucky anymore - you couldn’t do anything, as if your mouth had been glued shut.
As your tears fell and sobs bubbled from your throat, the world dissolved.
The nightmare was ending, allowing leeway for the real horrors to become apparent.
You woke for real this time with a jolt, your sounds muffled by the tape over your lips. You were sobbing just like you had been in your dream, and as you took stock of the room you quickly realised Bucky wasn’t here. It had been a horrible nightmare.
What was real, was Maddox towering over you, a roll of tape discarded on the ground and his gun to your head. He looked the angriest you’d ever seen, salivating and almost frothing at the mouth. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
The tears started falling faster as you screamed against the tape, but it did little to quell Maddox. He forced each end of the tape down, the gun in his hand coldly pressing against your cheek. 
“Say his name again, I dare you. I'm not going to cut your tongue out. I'll fucking rip it out,” he growled, his words mouthed against your face and over your bound lips. His spit smeared over your skin, the heat of it warming where the metal of the gun had cooled.
All you could smell, see and hear was him. It was an overwhelming sensation that had you wanting to escape.
You writhed, but you couldn’t get away from him as he caged you in, kissing over your mouth again in a show of control, not endearment. He could take what he wanted from you whenever he wanted. You screamed and squirmed, but Maddox held you in place before ripping the tape off, allowing you to finally breathe in the musky basement air. “This fucking mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.”
“W-What did I—“ Your heart nearly broke through your ribcage with how hard it was beating as Maddox forced the barrel of his handgun into your mouth, the metal sitting against your tongue and leaving a horrible taste. 
The struggle stopped, and you looked into Maddox’s eyes. The malice was pertifying. It wasn’t the same look he’d had during the assault in your apartment; no. It was worse. He was going to kill you.
His thumb moved in one swift motion to click the safety off, his finger resting on the trigger. “Say goodbye.”
You closed your eyes, fear clutching your heart and what felt like concrete in your lungs. You didn’t want Maddox’s face to be the last thing you saw, so you thought of when you and Bucky had adopted Alpine.
She had been found on the streets as a stray, only a year old with matted hair and a little injured paw. You’d both fallen in love with her, and nursed her into the ball of chaotic floof she was today. You thought of the moment where you first brought her home. She stayed in her carrier after the door had opened, too scared to venture out. So you and Bucky sat on the floor, cuddling and talking while Alpine slowly came out, before sitting next to you both. It was so peaceful. Such a small moment changed the trajectory of your life. It was those pockets of happiness you cherished the most.
You waited for the bang, the flash, the quick pain before the nothingness. But it didn’t come.
Instead, you heard rushed steps and yells before Maddox was hauled off you, the brunette slipping the safety back on as he let the other two pull him back. 
“What the fuck?” Damien snapped, a commotion starting.
But it was like water was in your ears as you stared up at the ceiling from your bed, the chain secured around your ankle rattling with the way your body couldn’t stop shaking. Your arms covered your torso, and it took you what felt like forever to open your eyes.
“She was calling for him! For that bastard!” Maddox yelled, and it was then you turned your head to look at him.
“What, so you were going to kill her? Mads! Stop! We just got her!” Damien grabbed Maddox by the shoulders, shaking him like it would bring him to his senses.
"One simple fucking rule. Don't ask to go back to him. She was wailing like a fucking banshee."
Kage was the only controlled one, ushering Damien out of the way so he could take Maddox’s face into his hands. “You’re not back there. You’re not being compared to him, not being tested on. Stop. You’re here, and you almost just killed her.”
“She. Called. For. Him,” Maddox said through gritted teeth.
Damien glanced over at you, and it made you curl a little closer to the wall. "She didn't mean to, Mads. You know she didn't. Just breathe. Come on.”
It didn’t stop Maddox from spitting on the ground, his breaths coming out in adrenaline fueled shudders. “That piece of shit. I bet he bragged to her. I bet she fucking knows everything he did and is playing stupid.” With Kage holding him, his sightline turned to you. ”You’re pretending like you have no idea what he’s done, aren’t you? You dumb fucking bitch!”
“You know that’s not what’s happening,” Kage quickly reasoned with Maddox’s face still between his palms. It was clear there was a brother-like bond between the three of them. It would be nice, if the context of the situation didn’t exist. If anything, it made you more scared of them.
The fear had your body feeling frail, and it took you a few tries before you could sit up on your cot. “W-Whatever I did… I’m sorry. I don’t k-know what’s happening.”
Even you were caught off guard with the weakness in your voice, but the apology did nothing to appease Maddox. In fact, it incited the flame again. He broke free of Kage’s hold, and you didn’t have time to defend yourself before he smacked you hard across the face, the sound resonating like a sick echo in the cell.
The pain came a few seconds later, a sharp sting spreading across your face as you sobbed.
“You fucking bitch. You think this is funny, don’t you? Playing the innocent act just so you can fucking laugh at me once I’m gone.” He was trying to goad you into something you weren’t. You wore no mask, obscured no part of yourself. You were just you. And in a world where so many people lied and deceived, you could understand where the line of thought had come from. But Maddox couldn’t be more wrong about you.
What was it he had against Bucky anyway? There was clearly history you were missing, some big piece of the puzzle that had been hidden.
You didn’t get a chance to respond before Damien was tugging him back, taking the gun from him and pulling him away. “Mads, you’re triggered. That’s enough. You’re not yourself.”
For a moment, you could swear there were unshed tears in Maddox’s eyes, but didn’t get the chance to tell before Damien had pulled him from the room, leaving you alone with Kage.
There was a long silence for a moment, just your cries as your hand rested on your throbbing cheek, with Kage standing by in thought. He looked to you, his icy stare not helping you calm down. “I’m going to have to punish you.”
You could still hear Maddox yelling as you rubbed your cheek, and when Maddox’s voice finally faded you curled your knees up to your chest, your sobs shaking you. Maddox would have killed you if they hadn’t intervened, but now you were going to be punished. It was cruel. “What did I do?”
“You broke a rule. You called for him. Subconscious or not, every part of you has to learn the consequences.” Kage rolled up his sleeves, crossing his arms. It was clear his conviction was settled, and there would be no point bartering. “First, you’re going to shower. You’ve pissed yourself.”
Fresh tears filled your eyes when you looked down and realised Kage wasn’t lying. The sheets stuck uncomfortably to your legs and panties, the hem of your shirt soaked. You weren’t even sure when it happened, having been so caught up in the nightmare and then Maddox’s rage. Your fingers gripped the edge of the mattress, head hanging so you didn’t have to look at Kage.
Part of you wasn’t even sure if you were humiliated. They’d stripped you so bare you didn’t have much left, not even the dignity that would be hurt from something like this. More than anything, you cursed yourself for not being braver.
You had to hold your own if you were going to survive.
Words failed you when Kage took your arm to stand you up, and you didn’t say a word as he released your chains started to lead you from the room. 
It was a slow walk as you hobbled on your injured feet, but it was clear Kage had no intention of carrying you as he walked a few steps ahead. He’d let go of his hold, so confident that you’d follow him that he didn’t even look back. You knew he’d overpower you without even breaking a sweat if you tried anything, and you didn’t have the energy to fight.
You were surprised to see the underground was more than just your room, with a small hallway connecting you to a large shower room. You assumed there must be more cells, because there were multiple shower heads and a few random lockers. Almost as if it was a prisoner gym shower. It was odd, and you cautiously stepped forward.
Kage just ushered you towards the shower, crossing his arms as he watched you limp onto the tiled surface. You went to take off your bandages, but he cleared his throat and shook his head. Flustered, you moved to your shirt and underwear instead, turning away from him as you stripped bare and dumped the soiled clothing on the floor.
You cautiously stepped forward to turn the shower on, shuddering when the cold water began pouring out. There was only one tap, and no indication that the water was getting warmer, so you turned back to your captor. “There’s no hot water?”
There was no response from Kage, just a stare that told you all you needed to know, as if he was silently saying ‘get on with it’.
You shivered as you stood under the cold stream. When the water washed over your face, it was like you were back in your apartment all over again, and you let out a panicked gasp before stepping back.
The way your body shook wasn’t only from the cold.
With a bated breath, you glanced back at Kage. But he was no closer. He wasn’t going to pull you out, going to attack you, it seemed. The danger still loomed, memories of your assault fresh in your mind.
You returned to the water, washing yourself off as you could feel Kage’s gaze burning into you, as if he was studying each of your movements. He finally moved when the water shut itself off, pointing to a grey towel that was the same dull colour as the rest of the basement.
The last remaining water droplets blinked from your vision as you stepped forward, taking the towel and beginning to dry off. You glanced around, frowning when you saw there were no fresh clothes. 
“Uhm… clothes?” You asked hopefully, to which Kage shook his head. It wasn’t surprising, but it was upsetting.
As you ran the towel across your skin, you couldn’t rid of the nagging question that was plaguing your mind. “Why didn’t you just let him kill me?”
“He doesn’t need the guilt,” Kage finally spoke, but his answer only made your brows furrow.
“Why would he feel guilty for getting rid of someone who doesn’t matter?” It was conflicting information. They’d said you were nothing while in your apartment, and had treated you as such. But of course, you weren’t given an answer. Instead, Kage began leading you back to your room, your waterlogged bandages making it hard to walk. “What’s my punishment?”
Kage doesn’t answer, instead leaving you alone in your cell. “Strip the bed. I’ll be back.”
You gently rubbed your cheek where Maddox slapped you as you stared at the open door. You could run, but that would just worsen the situation. And you were in no condition to make it far.
Your gaze shifted to the blinking red light in the corner, staring into the black lens before snapping out of it and beginning to strip the bed as you were told. You kept replaying the events in your head, but it just didn’t make sense. You didn’t know why Maddox was so furious, and why Kage and Damien stopped him before he did any real damage. There was clearly something you were missing, but you were too fatigued to notice.
You used the sheets to soak up any remaining moisture from the mattress, which was covered with some sort of dark waterproof fabric. Unsure of what else to do, you placed the sheets by the bed.
With the sheets on the floor, you sat next to them on the cold concrete, waiting until Kage came back in with fresh bedding. He held it out to you, waiting for you to approach him with an air of impatience. You hoped your punishment was a simple as making the bed, but you knew you were in for worse at the hands of these men. 
It didn’t take Kage commanding you to put the fresh sheets on the bed, his eyes not leaving you for a moment. He let out a hum when you finished, before taking a seat. “Come here.”
You let out a shaky breath before you approached him. There was something so ominous about the blue shine to his eyes, like a full moon bearing its magnetic energy onto you. You couldn’t help but feel pulled towards him, like your legs moved before you could even think. When you got close enough, Kage took your wrist into his grip. There was a beat of silence for a moment before he yanked you down. You yelped as you fell, your stomach hitting his thighs as he bent you over his knees. It was a humiliating position. As if they hadn’t caused you enough shame.
As naked as the day you were born, you lay across his legs, your ass raised, and shoulders slumped. There was no escape. You were under no illusion that there was no way you could reasonably get out without help. And without Bucky, or any of your friends, you were stuck.
You felt as if you hadn’t slept at all, and tiredness nipped at the back of your eyes as you resigned yourself in his lap. He seemed pleased, a near silent grunt sounding as he rubbed circles over the globes of your ass.
When the first slap landed, you yelped, a sharp pain on your ass from the impact of his palm.
“One.” You heard him count under his breath, before the second spank hit. “Two.” Tears gathered in your eyes, small droplets hitting the ground below as the third hit landed. “Three.”
“Why?” You croaked out. “Why are you doing this?”
“Four.” Kage uttered, another slap hitting you and causing your body to jolt. Four. The counting continued despite your pleas, the pain worsening with each hit. He wasn’t holding back, and the pain began to elevate to the point where you felt as if your bones may shatter. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
“Please, I don’t understand. I’m sorry- I’m s-sorry I said his name. But I didn’t do it on purpose,” your words are mottled with sobs, and you turned back to look at him despite the way you had coiled around his thighs. “I don’t understand. Why do you hate him?”
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty.
Kage’s icy glare met yours. In just a look alone he conveyed so much emotion, far more than words could ever express. There was anger and hurt all broiled up in a stew of self-pity. Twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine. His spanks didn’t stop, not even when your cries resounded off the walls like a ghoulish orchestra, your begs garbled with the agony coursing through you.
“Thirty,” he coldly said, his hand once against slapping against your abused ass. When he brought up his hand for another hit, he stopped. On his palm was little dots of blood. You whimpered at the sight of it, and his eyes narrowed. He’d been hitting you so hard he’d broken skin with the impact.
“Please, why? What’s going on?” You lamented, growing weary of his silence. “Just tell me. Why do you hate him? What did he do?”
Kage hit you again, more aggressive this time. You howled in pain as he held you still. His breaths came out in a huff as he calmed himself down. “Don’t act dumb. You’re his girlfriend. You know what he’s done.”
“I don’t!” You rebutted. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Kage’s steel blue eyes flashed with something dangerous, his hand rubbing circles on your skin and smearing your blood across your flesh. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not.” You were genuine, and Kage’s eyes narrowed as he considered you. “I’m sure you did some research before taking me. I’m just a girl.”
”What, your boyfriend didn’t brag of the lives he ruined? How he ruined our lives. We’re orphaned freaks because of him. Because the Asset couldn’t just do his fucking mission. But he had no problem doing his job just fine when he trained us, when he beat us to a bloody pulp making us wish were dead. Over and over and over again. Hydra’s fist hits fucking hard. And he leaves behind nothing but lost souls.” It’s the most you’ve heard Kage speak, but what he’s saying makes no sense to you. “The Asset doesn’t care about the wreckage he leaves behind as long as he’s happy – as long as he can continue on with his pathetic life.”
Bucky ruined lives? The surprise and confusion on your face said it all. From what you knew, he didn’t do anything. He was a prisoner of war, he was a soldier, but his involvement with Hydra was news to you. The most you’d heard of the organisation was from reports when the triskelion fell. It was broadcast everywhere. “He didn’t tell me anything. I only know who Hydra are from the news.”
Kage let out a dark, mocking chuckle. "Stop lying."
"I'm not! I swear. He never told me. He doesn't tell anything about his missions either. H-He said he couldn't. That it was safer that way." You remembered the first time Bucky came home from a mission. He was covered in soot and a mess. Being naive, you asked him what happened, and it was then you realised it was better for you not to know. The horrors of the world were not for your eyes… until now.
Kage’s fingers gripped into the plushness of your ass. ”But you’ve been to the compound.”
“As a guest - a friend. Never when a mission was happening.” You sobbed, your brain spinning in circles at the new revelations. “I’ve been there for dinner or parties. Nothing else.”
His nails made divots in your skin as he gripped you. "You really had no idea?"
"No, I didn't. And I'm sorry. For all of you," you hiccupped. You couldn't lie about that. Losing family is never easy. "I didn't know."
Kage didn’t seem convinced. ”But you know of Hydra?”
You shrugged best you could over his knee. “Sort of. N-Not really. I just saw the news when those big helicopter things crashed - uh, helicarriers?” You let out a shuddered sigh. “The news said Hydra was behind it.”
His fingers eased, moving to rub over the sensitised skin. ”Did you read the documents that were leaked?”
You shook your head, tears dropping to the floor. “No, why would I do that? I didn’t need an existential crisis. I get stressed enough about everyday news, like a mugger or a cat stuck in a tree.”
"So he kept you in a bubble," he said after a moment, more to himself than to you. "If you're lying—"
"I'm not," you promised, almost dissolving into more tears. "I swear to you. All of you. I have no reason to lie to you."
There was a beat of silence while your mind ran a million miles an hour. Bucky was a prisoner of war, you knew that – the world knew that. But… he was with Hydra? You pursed your lips. There was no way he would have been with them willingly. He was a prisoner of Hydra, you surmised. He’d made comments in the past about never being in control until now – always being ordered around by someone else. Admittedly, you hadn’t taken it as literal. A soldier takes orders, but this – this seems entirely different. There’s no way Bucky would hurt someone unprovoked, not unless he was being controlled. The man you loved was no villain.
Kage broke the silence. ”Do you resent him for not telling you?”
A heavy sigh left you, pain still flickering up your spine from your abused ass. “It’s his story. I’m not the one who can decide when it’s time to tell it.”
"But he's the reason you're here,” Kage said as his hand ran up your back before reaching your shoulders, pulling you up and guiding you to sit in his lap.
You whimpered at the pressure on your bruised skin as you sat on Kage’s thighs. "Better me than another innocent person."
Kage’s face was close to yours, his breath fanning across your skin. ”You wouldn’t trade places with someone else?”
You tried to move back, to get some distance, but Kage held you firm. “No. I couldn’t bring myself to subject someone else to this kind of pain.”
He seemed to be searching for something in your eyes. "You don't like others hurting, do you?"
The question surprised you. "No, I don't. I've always tried to help others if I can."
Your answer has the air in the room changing, some of the coldness turning a bit warmer as Kage brushed away some of your tears. Your blood was still on his hands, and you eyed the redness of his fingers as he touched your face.
A tremble coursed through you when you heard footsteps approaching, and your attention turned to the doorway, where Damien emerged with a salve, some wipes and fresh clothes.
His expression had changed too. Where there was anger was now a new understanding. They really thought you knew what they’d been through, you realised. You glanced between the two men, uncomfortable and distressed. Their anger was ruthless, but you feared whatever this was more. Kage’s hands over your waist were firm, but with an edge of gentleness.
You didn’t want them to like you.
Maybe you should have just lied and said you knew. But that wasn’t you. You weren’t deceptive.
Kage lifted you easily, placing you face down on your cot, your face wetting the fresh sheets below you as you cried. The overstimulation of your body and mind hit like a freight train, and you sobbed like never before.
“Jesus, try to calm down. You’ll make yourself sick,” Damien tried to placate as he sat next to you, wiping away your blood before beginning to apply some ointment to your battered skin. “You really did a number, Kage.”
You glance over at the blonde, and he didn’t seem proud of himself. Quite the opposite. His jaw clenched. “Shut up.”
“Hey hey, I’m just trying to break the tension here.” Damien kept applying the ointment until your welts were covered. “You took your punishment well.”
You think he’s trying to compliment you, so you respond with your head buried in the sheets. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he quickly responded before finishing up.
Your mournful cries didn’t stop, and they only got worse when Kage and Damien finally left, leaving you alone. You dressed yourself in the plain tshirt and panties, before it all became too much and returned to the bed.
All your bottled-up emotions spilled out into the mattress. You screamed, your sounds muffled by the bedding, not stopping until your throat hurt and your voice was course.
The more emotion you let out, the more fatigued you became. And slowly, you began to pass out, crying yourself to sleep. All you could hope was this sleep was more restful, and less eventful than the last.
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Thankfully, you didn’t dream this time. Your rest was no more than a limbo between horrors – horrors which seemed very intent on continuing, with Maddox stood with his arms crossed, watching you slumber as he leaned against the open doorframe. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
You nearly jumped through the ceiling in fright at the sight of him, your whole body flinching as you sat up, your bruised ass instantly sore from the movement. “You didn’t.”
“Good.” He tilted his head, the anger he’d been sporting gone behind his normal demure expression. “So, I had a chat with the guys. Look, we thought you knew all about us. And now we realise you really are innocent in all this. We feel a bit bad about the whole situation, so we’re going to let you go home.”
It sounded like a foreign language as Maddox spoke, your heart skipping a beat. “You’re going to let me go?”
“Seems only fair. I think we’ve put you through enough,” Maddox shrugged nonchalantly.
“But you were so angry,” you cautiously observed Maddox. It felt like a trick, and it likely was one, but you couldn’t help the desire that smouldered in your heart. You could go home. More than anything you just desired to be comfortable in your own bed again, with your cat and the love of your life.
Maddox pushed himself off the doorframe and approached, the movement making you shuffle back on the mattress. He chuckled, shaking his head at your scurrying. “I have no intent of hurting you.”
“Surely you can’t blame me for being afraid,” you squeaked as he towered over you.
“Oh, not at all. I’ve given you more than enough reason. But here, truce?” Maddox offered his open palm for you to take, to help you stand. You stared at his hand for a moment, taking in the scarred skin. It looked like he held the sharp end of a knife more than once. They weren’t kidding about having been through pain.
Anxiety was a thick sludge in your throat as you placed your hand in his, allowing him to be a crutch for you as you got onto your feet. Your entire backside hurt like something fierce with each movement, but you tried to not show it too much on your face.
“Kage really let you have it, huh?” Maddox grinned, leading you out of the door and to the left, where Kage and Damien stood at the bottom of concrete stairs.
“Ready to go home?” Kage said as Damien took your free hand in his.
“Yes,” you blurted out honestly. “Are you… are you really going to let me go?”
“Of course. We may be assholes, but we’re not liars,” Damien chided, the warmth from his skin heating your hand.
“What about Bu– I mean, my boyfriend?” You questioned, making wobbly steps up the stairs towards what looked to be a basement door. Your suspicions were right - you were underground.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about him. That’s our business to attend to,” Maddox grinned, but it was akin to a shark showing their teeth. There was danger in the way he spoke.
Distracted, you missed a step, but they were quick to catch you, all giving out a soft laugh before you made your way to the top of the stairs.
You had guessed that you were underground. What you hadn’t expected was that you were under a house. You emerged into an open-plan living room and kitchen with a rustic aesthetic. 
“Do you like it?” Damien asked proudly. Clearly, he owned this place.
“... It’s nice.” You placated, taking your hand out of both Maddox and Damien’s grip. “I can.. just go?”
“Yes. Off you go. There’s a car outside waiting for you,” Damien said, and you could feel the soft rumble of a running engine through the floorboards.
You glanced back at the men, each of them looking expectantly at you. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation before you turned around and bolted for the front door, despite your body hating every moment. Your feet were still healing, and with your bruised muscles, it was torture. But you wanted out. No, you needed out.
You reached the front door quickly, and when you turned the knob, your eyes went wide. It was locked tight. There were multiple bolts on the door, which all seemed unlocked, but when you looked down, you realised the front door had a finger scanner. 
Reality began to set in when you placed your finger on the door and were met with a red flash and beeping. Access denied. “No... No, no, no. Not like this.”
You went to turn, but before you could, there was a sharp prick to your neck as one of the men plunged a needle into you. It became clear Maddox was your assailant as your legs went numb, and you tumbled to the ground with a gasp, seeing him standing behind you with dark eyes. Whatever the contents of the syringe were acted quickly, an odd floaty feeling spreading across your body as you lost control of your functions, your body stuck on its front on the cold hardwoods.
Their laughter became distorted as your brain fizzled, but you didn’t pass out. No, whatever they’d given you was keeping you awake, forced to watch as they circled your limp body. “She made it further than I thought she would with her injuries,” Damien smirked as he poked your side with his shoe.
“It’s cute in an utterly pathetic way.” Maddox used his boot to roll you onto your back before leaning down near your head. “Aw, is someone feeling a bit sleepy?” Unable to coil away, Maddox spit in your face with a cruel laugh. “C’mon, wake up, it’s playtime.”
Kage was next to torment you as you tried to roll yourself back onto your stomach to crawl away. His boot pressed painfully into your stomach, the steel tip digging in just below your ribcage. “Knock my foot away. Try it.”
You whined as you tried to use your arms to push him away, but you couldn’t. Your arms were like jelly.
“Mm, as fun as this is, we gotta move.” Maddox sighed as he straightened up, discarding the used needle out of your sightline.
You managed to get onto your stomach with Kage backing off, but all you could do was whimper as hands gripped your ankles, dragging you across the hardwoods and out the front door, your nose banging on the solid surface as you tried to dig your nails into the floor, but you had no strength left.
Your drool and blood from your now bleeding nose created a trail across the floor. At least if anyone found this home, there’d be evidence that you existed, your DNA staining the wood.
“Should we change her?” Damien asked, and from his voice, you could tell he was the one dragging you.
“She’ll be warm enough,” Maddox watched from the side as you were dragged to the porch stairs.
“God, she’s not going to piss in my car, is she?” Damien complained as Kage slung you over his shoulder, your body like a ragdoll, as he lifted you with scary ease.
“Just wrap a towel around her ass. It’ll do.” Maddox began putting bags in the back seat of the SUV parked outside.
Damien began to help him, but not without continuing to complain. “Just watch it. She already bled on my floor.”
Maddox laughed. “She bled all over her apartment and you didn’t even blink.”
“But that wasn’t my apartment,” Damien argued, a playful irritation in his tone.
They were having fun while tear droplets hit the gravel below you.
Maddox wasn’t giving up, though. ”You’re so materialistic sometimes, Dami.”
”When you pay for shit you can be too, Mads. Oh wait, you don’t pay for anything.”
”I’ve saved your ass enough times for payment.”
Kage sighed, his hand resting on your exposed ass. ”Would you two just shut up and help me get her in the car? I can do it myself, but then I’ll make sure blood and piss gets everywhere.”
Maddox sighed, too. "Yeah, yeah. Gimme a second. You leave the present in her cell?"
"Yeah. They'll find it."
You tried to speak, but only a groan came out. 
"Try not to talk. It won't do you any good.” Kage said as Maddox helped him haul you into the trunk of the car.
”At first, we couldn’t get you to talk, and now you won’t shut up.” Maddox started to wrap a towel around your lower half. "Just put some music on and drown her out."
“You… lied…” You managed to get out amongst your drooling whimpers.
Kage leaned in, his hand caressing your cheek. “We didn’t. You are going home.”
“Just not to the home you hoped for,” Maddox chimed in, derisively patting your thigh. “Rest up, babydoll. There’s a long journey ahead of us yet.”
Kage and Maddox pulled back, and their faces were the last thing you saw before the boot was slammed shut, and you were covered in darkness.
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panqueen · 3 months
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Oneshot Story: Bucky Barnes x Fem Reader.
Story Name: Across The Hall
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Bucky walks through his apartment groaning at the sunlight shining through the cracks in the curtains.
He falls onto the couch with a huff rubbing his tired eyes from the night terror filled sleepless night he had.
He leans his head back resting it on the back of the couch closing his eyes to ease the growing migraine.
Deciding to get up he walks towards his small bookshelf in the corner of the room grabbing a book from his favourite series (The Hobbit) and sits back onto the couch continuing to read from where he left off last time he was up all night avoiding falling back into his nightmare filled dreams.
His eyes are skimming over the page when he feels something nudging his arm away from the book.
“Alpine I’m trying to read” Bucky sighs smiling down at the white cat who’s already looking up at him.
“Alright, alright”
Bucky chuckles petting the top of the cats head.
He settles back into the couch reading his book again when he hears someone walk past his door, his whole body freezes and a visible panic rushes over his face.
Did they find me?
Who’s out there?
Can I get out in enough time?
His mind races over the possibilities until he hears a familiar soft voice laughing and talking to someone.
“Yes I’ll call you back, I know” the voice laughs.
Bucky’s heartbeat picks up hearing the laugh of the woman who has lived across the hall from him for months. Despite wanting to have talked to her he always refrained from it in fears of scaring her because of his past and what he’s known for.
Living in the modern age has been difficult for him especially when so many things have changed and not knowing anyone else except for his grumpy therapist and annoying friend Sam who he would never admit to being friends with when asked. After his therapist recommended having a pet to keep him company he reluctantly got his cat Alpine who he loves dearly even if she can be mischievous.
Bucky’s so lost in thought staring at his opened book to hear the creak of his front door while Alpine sneaks out of the door and into the hallway.
Alpine walks across the hallway into the opened door apartment across from Bucky’s apartment while the owner of the apartment Y/n is juggling bags of groceries into the apartment not noticing the small white cat laying in her doorway to the apartment.
Y/n puts down the groceries onto the kitchen counter looking into the bags putting the items away forgetting about her open door when she hears a meow. She lifts her head looking around her apartment confused until she notices the opened door.
She walks over about to close the door when she notices the small white cat looking up at her meowing.
“Oh hello little one” Y/n bends down petting the cat smiling.
“Alpine!”
Y/n looks up locking eyes with the tall brunette man who lives across the hall from her.
“This must be Alpine?” Y/n smiles at him than looking down at the cat.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about this” Bucky smiles nervously at her.
“I’m Y/n” Y/n smiles at him reaching her hand out for him to shake.
Bucky’s eyes widen slightly with worry and insecurity. She raised the hand that would have to shake his metal arm.
He reluctantly shakes her hand and looks up expecting a scared look on her face but he only sees a smile that makes his heart race.
“Sorry again about Alpine she learned how to open door knobs recently” Bucky scratches the back of his neck nervously.
Y/n smiles nodding at him bending down to Alpine and petting the purring cat.
“You’re a smart girl aren’t you?” Y/n smiles at the cat.
“She wasn’t any trouble just saying hi”
Y/n assures Bucky smiling at him.
“Well I should get back in my apartment I have unpacked groceries in there” Y/n points behind her at her apartment.
“Yeah I should bring her back” Bucky leans down picking up Alpine into his arms.
“It was nice meeting you Bucky” Y/n smiles at him turning to walk into her apartment.
Bucky nods turning to walk into his apartment when his therapists words echo in his head.
“James you have to take chances if you want something good to happen”
“The worst that woman across the hall could say is no”
Bucky sighs walking into his apartment putting Alpine onto the floor watching as she walks away. He rubs his face feeling the nerves setting in walking over to the door shutting it.
After an hour of Bucky pacing around the room thinking about all of the possible scenarios in his head he decides to take a chance.
He opens his apartment door walking across the hall and taking a deep breath knocking on Y/n’s door.
Y/n opens the door with a smile when she recognizes who it is.
“Hi Bucky” she greets him.
“Hey Y/n” he smiles back.
“What’s up?” she asks him with confusion clear on her face.
“If you’re not busy there’s a coffee shop down the street that I go to..uh what I’m trying to ask is if you’d want to go with me for coffee?” Bucky smiles nervously at her shuffling on his feet.
“I’d love to, when?” Y/n smiles up at him.
“Oh, uh we could go now if you’re not busy” he suggests feeling the nerves coming back at the possibility of being rejected.
“Sure I’ll just grab my coat” she smiles at him walking into the apartment quickly returning wearing her coat with a smile on her face.
Bucky and Y/n walk down the street in a comfortable silence hearing the sounds of the city surrounding them.
Bucky takes a breath and takes a chance grabbing Y/n’s hand and intertwining their fingers. He feels his panic melt when she squeezes his hand smiling up at him.
Bucky is definitely going to get all the treats Alpine wants after he gets back for leading him to his across the hall neighbour.
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nicoline1998enilocin · 6 months
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Flufftober Day 4 | Perfect coincidence
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Pairing | Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Civilian!Female!Reader
Word count | 1.4K
Summary | You find yourself in the middle of a rainstorm and seek refuge in a warm-looking coffee shop. When there's only one table left, you share it with a handsome stranger who introduces himself as Bucky Barnes and his fluffy white cat, Alpine. What started as one of the worst days quickly turned into one of the best.
Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. The reader gets caught in the rain, use of a nickname (doll), Alpine is smuggled into the coffee shop, and the fluff is amped up to 11 on this one, like tooth-rotting fluff.
Prompt(s) | Alt 10. Have your characters share the last table at a café.
A/n | This one shot is written for day 4 of @flufftober 2023. This idea immediately came to mind when I saw this prompt, and I couldn't wait to start this one! I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing it 🖤
Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡
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Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist
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It is a rainy day in the middle of October, and you accidentally forgot your umbrella at home. This morning, the weather was wonderful; the sun even appeared, but you should have known it would be too good to be true.
So here you are, in a thin outfit, soaked through your jacket, hair completely drenched, and cold beyond belief. It's good that you've found a coffee shop that looks warm and inviting so you can warm up a little bit.
As soon as you've crossed the street and made your way to the door of the coffee shop, you see that it is almost full, but you head in regardless. If you stay outside any longer, you're afraid the cold might permanently seep into your bones.
Your fingers are entirely frozen by now, and all feeling left them a while ago, so opening the door was a little more complicated than usual, but you managed regardless.
When the door swings open, you're greeted by lots of chatter and laughter, the coffee machines making all kinds of noises, the smell of freshly baked pastries, and some soft music in the background. You let the door fall shut behind you, and the atmosphere wraps itself around you like a warm blanket as if you're coming home.
You look around you and take in all the different kinds of people in the coffee shop. Some are working on their laptops, headphones on and in their own world, others are having lively conversations, and then a few are reading their book.
After a few short moments, you walk towards the small line of people at the counter, standing behind the last person and trying to decide what you'll have as you look up at the menu.
''What can I get for you today?'' the lady behind the counter asks, and you give her your order for a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and a cinnamon roll before she takes your name and writes it on the cup.
''It'll be right with you,'' she says after you've gotten your change from her, and you move to the part of the counter where you can pick up your drink. You grab your phone out of your bag quickly to see what time it is, and much to your surprise, it's only 1 PM.
When your name is called, you return your phone and thank the lady before picking up your cup of hot chocolate and warm cinnamon roll. You spot a table, and when you're walking over, you arrive at the same time as someone else.
''Shall we share this table, Doll? It appears to be the only one left,'' the man said in a deep voice, and hearing it immediately warms you from the inside out. And the nickname, that is truly what got you.
''Yeah, I'd love to,'' you say as you move towards the wooden chair, not wanting to ruin the beautiful couch with your wet clothing. You place your cup and pastry on the table before taking off your bag and jacket, hanging them over the back, and sitting down.
''I'm sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself; how rude of me,'' the man says, extending a gloved hand, but you don't question it for even a second. Especially since you already know who the man across from you is.
''Sergeant James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. And this girl-'' he fishes a cat out of the inner pocket after shaking your hand and puts her on the table ''-is Alpine!''
After you tell him your name, you focus on Alpine for a bit, and you tell Bucky about how you used to have a cat that looked just like her when you were growing up.
''I know it's silly, but I really wanted to name her Snowball, so I did. But Alpine is a gorgeous name! May I ask where you got her?'' you ask, and Alpine happily bumps her head against your hand, letting you know she wants more attention.
''I was looking for a cat to adopt in a local shelter because a friend told me how cats work well with people with PTSD. So I went there, and I saw little miss Alpine over here, and it was love at first sight,'' he says, a big smile on his face as he talks about her.
She jumps into your lap, although you're clothes are still soaked, and makes a little cat donut while spinning, slowly falling asleep and taking a pleasant and comfortable nap there.
''So, how did you end up on this side of town? I don't think I've ever seen you around here before,'' he says as he sips his coffee, and you do the same with your hot chocolate.
''You got a little…'' he says as he takes his glove off his right hand and reaches over to you. When his flesh fingers touch your lip, wiping the hot chocolate away as he stares into your eyes, the moment feels much more intimate than it probably should.
''I-I'm sorry,'' he says before quickly pulling his hand back, a red color sporting his cheeks, and he looks at his coffee cup, suddenly unsure what to do with himself.
''It's okay, I don't mind,'' you say in a soft but reassuring voice, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he looks up at you through his lashes.
''As I was going to say, I recently moved to this side of town. I used to live in New Jersey, but I figured it was time for a change, and this looked like a beautiful neighborhood. It would appear I was right,'' you say as you look at him and extend your hand, needing to feel his warm skin around your cold hand.
The afternoon was spent chatting and getting to know each other better until it was finally time to go home because the coffee shop was closing for the day. You completely forgot to eat your cinnamon roll.
''Excuse me, could you maybe wrap this up for me to go?'' you ask the lady behind the counter, and she happily does as Bucky puts Alpine back into his inner pocket.
''C'mon, let us walk you home. We can use my umbrella,'' he says as he shows you a dark blue umbrella, and you gladly accept before walking out the door. He immediately opens it, and you hook your arm through his extended one, letting your other hand rest on his bicep as you walk through the rain.
''I feel so stupid for leaving mine at home,'' you say as you rest your head against Bucky's shoulder. ''But if I did bring it, I never would have met you, so I guess that's the good thing about me forgetting it,'' you chuckle, and Bucky couldn't agree more.
When you arrive at your apartment complex, he walks you to your front door, not wanting to say goodbye yet. He's still trying to find the courage to ask you out on an actual date, and he realizes time is running out now.
He clears his throat when you let go of his arm to search for your keys.
''Doll? Would you maybe- if you want to-, you can say no if you want-'' he stumbles over his words, but you look up at him expectantly. He rubs the back of his neck as he composes himself.
''Would you want to go out for dinner? I had a lot of fun this afternoon, and I'd love to get to know you better,'' he asks, and the smile on your face melts every worry away.
''I would love to; let me give you my number,'' you say. He unlocks his phone so you can put it in there. When you hand it back, you stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek softly as a goodbye.
''Goodbye, Bucky. It was great to meet you,'' you say as you unlock your door and walk in, and he stands there like a teenage boy with a crush. The smile on his face is not leaving, even when he's back at the Compound and he runs into Steve.
''Where have you been all afternoon? It's not like you to be gone for so long,'' his best friend asks, and that's when Bucky tells him about his afternoon.
The beautiful woman he met at the coffee shop, the way Alpine cuddled into her lap, and how the conversation never seemed dull, and you two still weren't done talking by the time you were dropped off at home.
''And the best of all is that I'll be seeing her again soon,'' Bucky says, that same big smile appearing on his face, and Steve's happy for him. After everything that's happened, you were the best thing that ever could have happened.
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The Cleaning Lady - Part 1
Bucky A/U - Billionaire Bucky
Part 1/4
Summary: You're Bucky's cleaning lady. Bucky needs to clean up his act and get it together or his mother will remove him as CEO of Barnes Investments. There are a bunch of fundraising and gala events the company is hosting and Bucky needs a sophisticated date to them. Bucky gets you to be is date by be-friending you, giving you gowns and dresses so he can get his mother off his back.
Content Warnings: Language, Bucky is a bit of a playboy jerk at the start, ALPINE, Bucky deceives you
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‘Billionaire Playboy at it Again’
‘New fling for Barnes or Something more Serious?’
‘Simply the Breast for James Barnes’
“Another one James? Really?” 
“Maybe he’ll keep this one longer than a cup of coffee” 
Rebecca rolled her eyes at her mom. Winnie shot her a glance. 
“I have to see him today” Winnie said as Rebecca air ‘cheersed’ her mom with her coffee cup.
 “Good luck with that” she joked while finishing her breakfast. 
“At least this one didn’t get into a fight where we had to bail her out of jail” Rebecca snorted, and Winnie shook her head. 
“I have an important client meeting this morning so I should head out” Rebecca said getting up from the table. 
“Will I see you and the family Sunday for dinner?” asked Winnie and Rebecca smiled. 
“Of course,” she leaned in to kiss her mom’s soft cheek.
 “I’ll call you later! Thanks for breakfast Mom and good luck with my idiot brother!” Rebecca called over her shoulder as she left the breakfast table.
Winnie went over the newspapers again and read some of the articles on her son’s latest escapades. How were her two children so different when they were raised the same? 
She was hesitant to give the reigns of Barnes Investments to her son after her husband passed away, but she felt like James was ready, or at least she thought he was. James had been to the best schools and had worked alongside his father before George’s sudden passing. 
When it was announced James would take over as CEO, many people in the business community whispered and gossiped about whether her son had what it takes to run the company since he is well known for being a party boy and a big playboy. 
They were right while she thought about it while sipping her coffee. 
With Rebecca being on their corporate lawyer team, she didn’t have anyone else to take over.
Winnie is at the point where she, as majority stakeholder, could remove her son as CEO if he doesn’t smarten up and change his ways. She can’t be reading about his latest conquests every other day, it’s not good for the company’s reputation. 
She had thought about making Steve Rogers the CEO, now there was a man she could count on. Being James’ best friend since childhood and the CFO of the company, Steve was determined to succeed just as James was. He was married and had two kids of his own, a real family man, something Winnie wished her son would have. 
Heck, she would take a steady girlfriend at this point, anything but some model floozy with her nipple hanging out of that scrap of material she calls a dress as Winnie shook her head and shuddered at the photos of her drunk son and his female companion.
She was dreading the fact that the company had some important gala fundraising events coming up and she didn’t want to see her son bring one of his many flings with him as his date for it, especially Ms. Nipple since the potential for new business and new connections would be all around. His date needed to be personable and have a good head on her shoulders, and not some money hungry bimbo. 
Winnie is overseeing the planning the galas for the company in the coming weeks and needs to make sure her children stand next to her in solidarity and look the part of a confident family who were united and strong. 
She cleared her morning schedule and decided she had to pay a visit to her son’s office to set things straight.
“Deborah, can you clear my next meeting and move it to tomorrow afternoon?” James called to his executive assistant who smiled and nodded. 
“Right away Mr. Barnes” she replied, typing away on her computer. 
He closed the door for some much-needed quietness. 
James was dealing with the effects of a massive hangover from the night before as he sat then slumped down at his desk with a glass of water and bottle of aspirin in front of him. 
He had fun though as he thought about the party with Katy…or was it Kylie…maybe her name was Keri? 
He hadn’t bothered learning the girl’s name as she dropped herself down in his lap as he was sitting at his VIP table at the club. He just went along with it as he remembered the night. 
Just as his thoughts were taking a turn, his large office door burst open and in walked his mother. 
Fuck.
“Hi mom” James cleared his throat as he straightened up in his large leather chair. 
“Morning James” 
Winnie  sat in front of him, eyeing him up. 
“What do I owe the pleasure of your visit today?” he asked, turning on his charm”. 
“That doesn’t work on me, and I don’t need a reason to visit my son” Winnie answered him as she slapped the newspaper down on his desk. 
James saw the headline and smirked at it. 
“Care to tell me about Chloe?” she asked, and James looked at her funny. 
“Your date from last night?” 
Chloe – that was her name James thought scanning the paper. 
He smirked at it and rolled his eyes. 
“I had fun” he shrugged, tossing the paper aside. 
“James…” 
“What? She came up to me mother, what was I supposed to do?” he said then he pouted. 
“James, you can’t keep doing this…you need to grow up and settle down, take things seriously. You’re the CEO of Barnes Investments and you need to start acting like it” 
Winnie pleaded just as James scoffed at her. 
“Mom, I’m not ready to marry and settle down” he winced. 
“No one is asking you to marry James. Just, can you at least be discreet about your…escapades? Lay off the clubs? You’re a grown man. Maybe, stick to one girl, a nice one at that?” Winnie asked and James snorted at her. 
“James…I’m serious. People are starting to talk…it’s affecting the company” 
Winnie said more sternly and that seemed to snap James out of his teasing mood. 
He did not need this on a Monday morning as his hangover raged in his head.
“Now dear, the gala and charity events are coming up soon…”
Winnie said while James rolled his eyes. 
“I expect you to have a respectable date for them”
Just then, a knock sounded at the door and Steve Rogers poked his head into the office. 
“Is this a bad time?” he asked, and James perked up from his chair, thankful for the interruption. 
“Not at all, I was just chatting with my mom” he said, and Steve walked in. 
“Morning Winnie” 
Steve walked up to James’ desk. 
“Hi dear. How are the kids? Sharon good?” she asked while Steve leaned down and pecked Winnie on the cheek. 
“Everyone’s fine” he said, and Winnie smiled brightly. 
James rolled his eyes. His mom always adored Steve. 
“I was just telling James about his date for the galas”
Steve raised his eyebrows at his friend. 
“Chloe going as your date then?” Steve asked and James winced. 
Even Steve knew her name.
Winnie and Steve were chatting about his kids when James got a camera notification on his laptop. He opened it up and saw you at his penthouse. He was grateful he had someone he could trust as his cleaning lady. 
You were recommended to him by Sam Wilson, his President of Operations and he couldn’t have been happier. You were Sam’s cleaning lady and James was looking for a new one since the last two he had hired didn’t work out. 
The first one said that his cat Alpine kept attacking her relentlessly and she couldn’t even do her job because she was terrified of Alpine and the second one was only interested in his money and status and not so much on the cleaning part of the job. 
James came home early one day and found her laying on his bed wearing one of his silk ties around her neck and nothing else. As much as James wanted her, he fired her on the spot and tossed her out of his penthouse. She was lucky he didn’t press charges because he didn’t need the headache. 
That is why he now has motion cameras at his home.
He watched you on his security monitors as you went about your business and noticed you had headphones on as you bopped around to the music you had playing. He always appreciated the little notes you would leave him after you were done, and you would always send him a photo of Alpine snuggled up on her chair saying she was a good girl while you cleaned. 
He even welcomed the homemade baking you would leave him on his counter as he often sat up late at night eating it while he relaxed and watched TV.
Steve and Winnie were still chatting when his thoughts were interrupted. 
“James, please work on finding a respectable date for the galas will you? Preferably the same one? And smart this time?” Winnie asked and James nodded. 
Steve smirked from his spot. 
“I have a few people in mind” Steve piped in, and James scowled at his friend and CFO. 
James thought Steve’s friends were all so boring. As Steve was naming a few potential dates, James zoned out and looked over at his monitor and lightly chuckled as he saw you holding onto Alpine as the two of you danced around his living room. 
Alpine looked content as you waved her paw around and wiggled your body back and forth. 
You were the only other person Alpine let touch her as James smiled at the sight. 
“James? You there?” Steve asked and James cleared his throat. 
“Yes, all good.” He said and Winnie eyed him up suspiciously. 
“Not to worry mom, I have someone in mind” he looked back at his monitor…
Winnie left her son with his promise he would have a respectable date for the galas when Steve stood in front of him with his hands on his hips. 
“Who’s the girl?” he asked, and James shrugged. 
“No one you know” he causally said. 
“Come on man” he said, and James rolled his eyes’ knowing Steve isn’t going to leave without a name. 
“It’s Y/n” 
Steve stood there thinking then he looked at James. 
“Your cleaning lady?” 
“Yeah”
“Buck, she’s your cleaning lady…have you even met her? Do you know anything about her?” Steve asked, and James shook his head no. 
“You’ve never met her yet she’s your date?”
“She’ll say yes to me Steve. I’ll just charm her until she does” 
It sounded ridiculous, but James shrugged it off. No woman could ever refuse him. 
“I’ll have a date and it’ll get my mom off my back; not like I’m going to marry her” James shrugged. 
“Buck, this is a bad idea. You’re just using Y/n to appease your mom” 
Steve shook his head in obvious disapproval. 
“Yeah, so?” 
“I don’t think this is a good idea” 
“Whatever. I’ll ask her on Friday, and I know she’ll say yes”
“Fine, but it seems like you’re using her though and you shouldn’t use people Buck” Steve cautioned, and James smiled. 
“It’ll be fine”
“Come on Alpine, let’s dance!” 
You picked up the fluffy white cat and danced around the spacious living room. She meowed a few times but gave in to your dancing as you twirled her around. You were almost done, and the only thing left to do was to mop the main entrance and kitchen, but you were ahead of schedule and wanted to have a little fun before you left. 
Alpine was so sweet as you put her back down on her chair as she flopped down and curled up to watch you from her perch. You got the mop ready and finished in record time, leaving a small note to your client as you sent him a photo of Alpine napping.
You didn’t plan to become a cleaning lady, it just happened. Your friend Nat needed someone else to help her at her business one day and you stepped in to fill that role and you hadn’t looked back. You graduated from university with a degree in marketing but were having troubles finding a decent job. You were desperate as was Nat, so you helped her out for a few weeks. That was four years ago and you and her were now business partners as you cleaned some of the city’s most elite homes. 
Sure, at times it was horrible, dealing with messes beyond anything you had ever seen, and dealing with rude and snobby people sucked, but the tips were very good, and you could make your own hours. You and Nat got to pick and chose which homes you cleaned as the other employees you had were Wanda and her brother Pietro and Peter and his friend Ned. Together, you all made a great team and had a good reputation you were proud of.
“Bye Alpine, see you on Friday!” you called to the fluffy white cat as she let out a soft mew as you closed the door and locked up. 
You made your way back to the main office since your afternoon job was at Sam Wilson’s condo. 
“How was this morning” Nat said from her desk just as you walked into the office. 
“Good” you shrugged off your coat and sat at yours. 
“See the latest headline from one of our best clients?” 
She tossed the paper on your desk. 
“Is that a nipple?” you asked, and Nat snorted into her coffee. 
“Whatever, the man pays us well, and he leaves good tips” you shrugged.
 “Haven’t you ever seen or met him?” Nat asked and you shook your head no. 
“Honestly? I’ve only ever dealt with his assistant Deborah or have texted him. Never met the man in person” you said sipping a cup of coffee. 
“He’s handsome though” 
You eyed up the paper. 
“He’s a playboy” Nat said, and you laughed. 
“Of course, he is. All those rich businessmen are” 
“It would be nice though, to date a hot man like him?” Nat said and you agreed. 
“Yeah, but even if he’s hot as fuck, the attention would be uncomfortable. Plus. He’d get bored of me quickly since I’m so plain and nothing like Hootie McBoob, I mean, look at her!” you shouted then you looked at your monitor and started to read through some of your emails. 
“You’re not boring!” Nat raised her voice. 
“You’re just….” 
“Boring?” you finished her sentence, and she chuckled. 
“Nat, I don’t fit into his world, plain and simple because I am plain and simple” you said tossing the paper aside and went back to your emails. Nat rolled her eyes as she finished her coffee and went on to her next client.
You made your way to James Barnes’ penthouse on the Friday morning. This was your only job for the day as you entered the spacious home. You knew there were cameras around as Deborah told you about his last issue with his former cleaning lady. You didn’t mind; many of your clients had security cameras in their homes because they were quite impressive and had a lot of expensive items in them. 
Alpine greeted you as normal as you bent down to pat her head. 
“Morning sweetie” you bent down and fluffed up her fur. 
“Are you going to be my special little helper today?” you asked putting your cleaning supplies on the large kitchen island.
She jumped up onto the counter and sat while she watched you unpack. 
“Now sweetie, I don’t think you’re allowed on there” 
You reached towards her and picked her up. 
“She’s not” came a deep silky voice from behind you, startling you. 
“Holy mff-Jesus Shit!!” 
You  spun around to see who it was, clutching Alpine tightly to your chest.
James Barnes was standing in the entrance to the living room smirking at you and Alpine. 
“I mean, H-hello” you composed yourself then you put the cat down and clutched your chest so it could calm down. 
Alpine went running over to James and was walking amongst his legs meowing…his very strong looking legs... 
“Hi Y/n” 
“I didn’t know you were going to be here” 
You watched him, trying hard not to be too flustered and red faced. 
He stood there in his fitted black suit pants with his crisp white dress shirt that was hanging open as he held his tie and jacket in his hands. You couldn’t stop staring at his broad chest. 
Was that an eight pack? 
Those do exist and they’re not just a myth! 
Does his mom know he has tattoos? 
He cleared his throat, and you immediately snapped your eyes up to his, embarrassed he caught you checking him out. 
“I-I can leave and come back later…if you need to finish…getting ready?” you cringed at your awkwardness. 
He just smirked at you again. 
“Please, stay. I don’t have to be in at the office until just before lunch and I was almost on my way out when I heard the door” he shrugged, still holding onto his tie and jacket. 
Can he just do up that damn shirt already? Jesus, I could do my laundry on his abs! 
You expected to see Hootie McBoob come sauntering out of his bedroom, but it appears he is alone.
“Well, I won’t get in your way” 
You turned back to the counter to finish unpacking your supplies. James studied you and he was pleased with what he saw. He had never met you in person before and was pleasantly surprised. Sure, he checked in with you on his cameras from time to time, but it was only just to see what you were up to. 
He never paid much attention to you while you were there cleaning. You weren’t his usual type, but he could work with it. 
His plan was going to be easy as he got the reaction from you, he had hoped to get when you first saw him. 
Like shooting fish in a barrel, you’d say yes to being his date he was certain, then his mom could get off his back, until the galas were done, then he could go back to doing whoever and whatever he wanted.
“So, I’ll just start then…” 
You awkwardly said grabbing your duster cloths. 
What a sight to see. 
You weren’t used to having an audience while you worked, apart from the odd cat or dog at your clients homes you cleaned around, so you were a little nervous to have a set of human eyes on you; and they were beautiful eyes at that. Alpine followed you around while you worked as you chatted with her as James kept his eyes on you from his kitchen. 
He smiled when you booped Alpine on the nose as you made your way into his office. You came out after a few minutes and noticed James was still standing in his kitchen, watching you. 
Can he just leave already?
You came back to your supplies and changed cloths as you went into his bedroom. For whatever reason, having him still in his penthouse and you in his bedroom made you blush as you changed his sheets and made his bed as it was so intimate. His bed always smelled so good as you blushed thinking about wrapping yourself in his buttery soft sheets and thick duvet, then you snapped out of it. 
Where did that come from? So unprofessional! 
You finished tidying up his bedroom and noticed James was putting his shoes on. 
“It was nice meeting you in person Mr. Barnes” you said, and he tilted his head to the side while he watched you. 
“Please, call me James” he said, making you blush a little. 
He turned around to the door when he suddenly stopped and turned back around. 
“Y/n?”
 “Yes?” 
“I was wondering…I have a few galas and charity events coming up, with the first one this Tuesday. Would you like to come with me as my date?” he asked
You stood there staring at him with your mouth open. 
James Barnes is asking you to go as his date to a gala? 
Me? 
What the shit is going on? 
Is this real? Am I dreaming? 
“Y/n?” his voice interrupted your racing mind. 
“Oh, um…Really?” you asked, and he smirked again. 
That god damn smirk. 
“Yes, I’d like to take you as my date” he simply said, and you nodded. 
“I see. Uh, well, then ok,” you replied, and he smiled brightly. 
That smile could break the coldest of hearts. 
“Great. Meet me here tomorrow and then you can do some shopping for some dresses” he said and left you standing in his penthouse in shock. 
A loud mew broke your thoughts as Alpine snuggled against your leg as you snapped out of it. 
Holy shit, you were going as James Barnes’ date to a gala! On Tuesday!
You were speechless and just stood there for a few minutes wondering what the hell just happened. 
You snapped out of it and finally texted Nat what had happened and all she replied with was “Get it girl! 😉” making you snort and put your phone down. 
What have you gotten yourself into?
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noctumbra · 1 year
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                      𝒊𝒗. 𝒎𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏
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🍂 summary ─ dead on your feet, fear not, you have bucky who’s willing to help you get back on your feet and make sure you’re safe.
🍂 pairing ─ farmer!bucky barnes x reader
🍂 warnings ─ fluff, bucky taking care of youuuuu, small note, a flower bouquet
🍂 a/n ─ i want me a bucky thank u. oh i also want a muffin
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You breathed in the freshly brewed coffee smell as you tiredly stepped inside your favorite coffee shop with your tote and laptop bags slung over your shoulders.
When you couldn’t find any empty cabs, you decided to walk, but you didn’t think how tiring it would be to your already exhausted body. You were cursing yourself for wearing pencil skirt and heels today, knowing fully well that you would have some weight to carry around all day. It seemed like a good idea in the morning, but you should have known better to trust your own judgement in the mornings.
You groaned as you placed your bags on the table, breathing out a relieved and pained sound all in one. You rubbed your shoulders, trying to ease the pain, but you knew only a warm bath and hot press would ease the real pain in them. You closed your eyes and rested your forehead against the cool surface of the table.
Your legs were throbbing, your heels were numb at this point, and your stomach was grunting at you to give something to eat for the past two hours. You sighed. If you had even a little bit energy, you’d have already gone up and got yourself a coffee and a sandwich, no, a muffin. You were drained, though, so you opted out from the moving option. You could rest here a bit before you forced yourself to walk over the register.
So, you sighed again but deeply and tried to relax all the muscles in your body. A little break would do you good, you knew that.
You see, Bucky was lucky when he decided to be a good boy, and lately he had been the best. As a result, the universe was blessing him with the coincidence of coming across to you on his day off every week.
There was this voice that kept telling him to go out, to get coffee and treat himself ever since he woke up that morning. He almost didn’t listen to it, almost chose to stay in and under his thick duvet with his baby, Alpine, but he was so damn grateful that he indeed listened to that voice and went out.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to see you.
No matter how tired, sleepy and dead on your feet you looked, you were so pretty.
Bucky was kind of worried, though.
“May I take your order?” The girl at the register, Wanda, her name tag said, asked him gently. Bucky blinked and took his eyes away from you although he couldn’t help but sneak another glance: You were sitting at a table with your heavy-looking bags scattered on the large surface while your forehead rested on the table. “She overworks, no matter what we tell her, she does.”
Bucky blinked again and looked at Wanda. “She does this all the time?” Wanda nodded. “She looks like… she’ll sleep there if you let her.” Wanda smiled a little.
“Nothing she didn’t do before,” she murmured. “We told her not to pull any extra shifts if she didn’t have to, but she…” Wanda sighed. “She doesn’t listen. So, we try to get her blood sugar up and make sure she’s at home safely on these sorts of days.” Bucky frowned as his worry grew.
“Blood sugar up?”
“Yeah, her looking like that means she probably didn’t eat anything either since breakfast or lunch,” Wanda explained. Then, her green eyes observed you resting on the table carefully for a couple seconds. “It’s most likely the formal today.”
“Breakfast?” Bucky asked incredulously. Wanda shrugged. “Oh my God,” Bucky whispered and shook his head. “Alright. I’ll, uh, I’ll get a vanilla late, grande. A good ole tea for her, whatever size she prefers usually, and a muffin.”
Wanda hid her smile as she wrote down the orders, preparing the cups. It was nice to see that her friend had this charming, handsome admirer who jumped at the first chance to take care of her. “Anything else?”
“Um, can you add a sandwich into the mix?” Bucky asked. “But, like, cut it in half?” Wanda nodded slowly and added the order. She told him the total, and Bucky quickly paid it. Pietro called out for the orders and placed the muffin and sandwich on a small tray. Bucky thanked him and walked towards the empty table right next to yours.
“Hey,” he called out softly, careful not to cause you flinch. You breathed in sharply and lifted your head. Bucky saw the mark the table left on your forehead, he grimaced lightly. “Hey, welcome back.” You groaned and rubbed your eyes, forgetting that you had mascara on. Bucky went back to the register and asked for a wet wipe which Wanda handed him happily. He thanked her.
“There you go,” he murmured. You looked at the wet wipe Bucky had in his hand, and then looked up at him blankly. Bucky frowned. His worry was visible in his pretty blue eyes. He reached out. “May I?” He asked, and you nodded, feeling dumb and sleepy still. Bucky’s free hand took a hold of your chin, his grip very gentle and hand very warm and smooth, while his other hand slowly wiped the smeared mascara around your eyes. After he was done, he pulled back.
He grabbed the tray and put your tea and muffin in front of you. “Why don’t you eat something?” He said. “Tea will warm you up, and muffin will give you some energy.” You yawned, hiding your mouth behind your hand. Grabbing the big cup full of tea, you sipped it. Your eyes closed as you hummed and took a couple more sips from your tea. “Good, yeah?” You nodded. Bucky pushed the muffin towards you. “Eat a little bit of this, and I’m gonna give you a sandwich.” You placed your cup down, fingers found the muffin and tore it apart gently. You popped a small bite into your mouth, softly moaning at the taste. Your stomach grumbled. Bucky grinned.
“We’ll quite it down, don’t worry,” he murmured, winking playfully. “Eat some more.” You did. You plucked small bites from your muffin, almost inhaling the half of it under a minute, when Bucky placed a half-sandwich in front of you. “Want me to cut it into smaller parts?” He asked you, and you shook your head. “Alright.”
You swallowed your muffin and washed it away with a big sip from your tea. “Aren’t you eating?” You asked him. Even your voice sounded tired, and Bucky did not like that at all.
“I am,” he answered you, showing the other half of the sandwich. You nodded. Pushing the rest of the muffin towards him. Bucky raised a brow.
“’s only fair,” you mumbled before biting down your sandwich. You hummed as you ate it, sipping your tea occasionally. You watched Bucky munching on his own sandwich, saw him drinking his coffee and licking his lips.
Your sleepy self was waking up, albeit slowly, but you were utterly thankful for the sugar and some food he brought. You were still tired, your legs still throbbed and heels and shoulders ached, but you felt better than when you first walked in. It meant a lot. Especially when you thought about all the time you were going to spend going home. You made a soft whining noise, but it got lost in to the sound of blender.
“How do you feel?” Bucky asked. You wiped your mouth, finishing your tea.
“Good,” you said. “Better than before.” Then, you frowned slightly. “Still exhausted, though.” Bucky made a soft, broken sound. He wished terribly that he had come here with his bike or his dad’s car. That way, he could have given you a ride instead letting you slave away in a cab or subway.
“Good,” he muttered. His phone beeped. Sneaking a peek, he saw his mother asking him if he could come home a bit earlier. He tried not to frown. It wasn’t everyday his mother asked stuff from him, so he did not get to whine. “Is there anything I can do?” He asked. You shook your head.
“No, thank you,” you murmured. “I’ll probably have another tea and go home.” You took a deep breath and looked at him. “Thank you for the food and tea.” He shrugged. A shy smile formed on his full lips.
“Anytime,” he whispered. Your heart fluttered like it did back at the park. You cleared your throat. Bucky blinked. “I, uh, I have to go. My mom, she needs me.” He stood up and grabbed his half-full coffee cup. “Please be careful, okay?” You nodded, ignoring your heart’s reaction to his words with your whole will.
“Yeah,” you said. He smiled and sent you a small wave. You waved at him back. As he walked away from you, you slumped on your seat. Closing your eyes as you waited for food to do its job.
You didn’t see him placing a flower into the inner pocket of your jacket with a small note. You didn’t notice it until you came home, actually, since you opted out of wearing your coat because you decided taking a cab.
When you did notice, though, your face split up into a huge smile. All your exhaustion and throbbing limbs were forgotten with a beautiful daffodil bouquet and a small note that said: “You looked very tired and sad, for some reason that I do not know. Hope this will cheer you up and put a smile on your face. Your smile is beautiful.”
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racinginchid3nt · 7 months
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I’d Probably Still Adore You | Part Eleven
Y/N x Lance Stroll, Y/N Best Friend x Pierre Gasly
In which a night at the club and a game of never have I ever turns into something new
Inspired by 505 - Arctic Monkeys
Warnings: cyber bullying, threats
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Friday
From the start, Friday was horrible. You woke up hungover, the wine from last night mixed with minimal amount you ate due to Lance’s distraction, was a bad combination.
Replaying the night over and over in your mind just made everything worse. Lance’s reaction, your ruined dress, having to leave the event early, blowing off one of the only other drivers you knew, and the overly aggressive fans and paparazzi.
SHIT. The fans and paparazzi.
All thoughts of your hangover left your mind, tumbling out of bed to find your phone. Opening your Instagram and praying you would luck out failed you. Sure enough you had been tagged in dozens of photos from last night.
Photos of you and Lando leaving the hotel, of the two of you arriving at the venue, of you walking in, of him smiling at you, etc. The comments were brutal, ripping apart your appearance, commenting on your dress, how he deserves better, etc.
It wasn’t until you opened your messages that you realized how much worse it could get. Hundreds of dms stared back at you, filled with vile things. Talking about how you’re a gold digger, threats, truly saying the absolute worse things they could come up with. You wanted to stop, to ignore the things people said, but you couldn’t look away.
A call came through from Y/N Best Friend. Declining it you continued reading. And then another came through, declining it again the cycle repeated. Over and over declining calls from Y/N Best Friend until she finally stopped.
It took only a few minutes before you heard the pounding on your hotel door.
“Y/N let me in!”
Trying to ignore her, you curled in on yourself.
“Y/N if you don’t let me in I’m going to break down this fucking door!”
The banging continued, and inescapable noise reminding you of the hangover. As the door handle started to giggle, you rose from the bed and answered the door.
“What?” You asked, trying to steady your voice.
“Babe are you okay? I saw the comments on your Instagram posts. Those were so uncalled for. How are you doing?” She asked.
“Fine. I don’t know. It is what it is. I should have known better I guess.” You replied.
“How can I help?” She asked.
“Can you just give me some time to myself? Im hungover as fuck and I just want to go back to bed.”
She left you with the promise that she would call and check on you later, threatening that she would show back up at your door if you ignored her.
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Free practice had gone okay. Lance was happy with car, and the engineers were excited for tomorrow’s qualifying. But his mind kept replaying last night. How she had yelled at him, how he had reacted to seeing her with Norris, what happened during dinner, etc.
He regretted letting her walk away last night, but the last thing he had expected was for her to yell at him like that. He owed her an apology, having overstepped massively last night. Walking through the paddock he made his way to the Alpine energy station. Y/N Best Friend sat outside alone, scrolling through her phone while she ate lunch.
“Hey Y/N Best Friend, where is Y/N at?”
She gave him a funny look.
“She’s at the hotel. Why?”
Unsure of how to explain himself to the girl sitting in front of him, he opted to give her a small nod and turn to head back to the Aston Martin energy station.
Last race she had come to every day, media, free practice, qualifying, and the race. It didn’t sit well with him that she had missed yesterday and today’s events.
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Saturday
Y/N Best Friend had shown up at your door early Saturday morning, refusing to let you skip the days events. She had no idea about what had happened with Lance, and wouldn’t understand if you tried to explain. Putting on a fake smile, you joked with her as you got around for the day, focusing on the fact that you would get to spend time with her.
The day passed by in relative normalcy. Fans had taken photos when the three of you arrived at the track that morning, but you had been able to continue on through security. Lando had made small talk with you on his way to the Mclaren garage, asking if you were feeling better after Thursday night.
You gave Carlos a small wave as you passed by him and the Ferrari garage after Q1. The Spaniard pulled you aside, giving you a friendly hug and making small talk. You did your best to keep the fake smile on your face, ready to return to the hotel room. Carlos paused mid discussion, staring at you for a moment.
“Are you okay Y/N?” He asked, concern filling his voice.
“Yeah I’m fine. Just a little tired, that’s all.”
His facial expression made it clear that he didn’t believe you. Pulling you in for another hug, he stated:
“I know we’re not friends or anything, but if you need anything let me or Lando know okay?”
You gave him a small smile, wishing him luck in Q2 before returning to the Alpine garage.
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On the way back to the hotel you decided to brave social media again, and just like that the weekend got even worse. Your tagged photo notifications piled in as soon as you opene the Instagram app, but it was no longer just photos from Thursday night with Lando. A series of pictures of you and Carlos from earlier that day stared back at you, photos of your two hugs and him whispering into your ear. They definitely looked flirty, and the speculation from the various captions alluded to as much.
As you scrolled through more of them, it got worse. Looking back at you was a grainy photo of you and Lance from Thursday night. The photo showed him with his hand on your waist, huddled in the corner of the dinning room before dinner that night.
Multiple collages from the weekend contained the photo compared to Lando and Carlos. The previous dating rumors had suddenly turned to discussions of you cheating. You weren’t sure how what was an exciting weekend had suddenly turned so miserable.
You needed to get your mind off of everything. And while there were definitely better ways to do it, the idea of getting drunk and watching sappy movies sounded the most enjoyable way to spend the night.
Pulling on a hoodie and sweats, you tightened the strings from your hood and made your way out of the hotel’s back exit and to a nearby market. Bottle of wine in one hand and your purse in the other, you made the short walk back to the hotel. Reaching the side door you pulled, but the door remained closed. The door was a one way exit, letting you escape the hotel but not sneak back in. You turned, making your way to the main entrance.
Unsurprisingly the sidewalk was crowded with fans and paparazzi alike. Hanging your head down you pushed through the crowd to make your way to the entrance. The crowd was tightly packed, pushing you around as you fought through it. Your hood fell down, revealing your face. Within an instant the crowd noticed. Cameras turned and voices rang out as you clutched the bottle and tried to push through.
“Is that Y/N?”
“It’s Y/N!”
“Are you dating Lando?”
“I can’t believe you cheated on him with Carlos!”
“Whore!”
“Slut!”
The crowd of fans turned angry quickly. Hands reached out for you, pushing and pulling you. You felt a hang grip your hair, yanking your head backwards. Stumbling, you dropped the bottle of wine. Pushing to get through to the doors you felt someone kick you, another person grabbing at your arm. Elbows hit your sides, fans rushing at you from all sides. As you neared the front of the crowd, one of the security guards at the hotels door pulled you over the barriers and usher you into the hotel lobby.
Tears streamed down your face as you ran to the elevator, thanking your lucky stars that the doors opened as soon as you hit the button. Making it back to your room, you collapsed on the hotel room floor. Shaking and sobbing you pulled out your phone, thankful that you had managed to kept your grip on it.
Opening your airline app, you scrolled through flights, finding the soonest departure back to the Barcelona airport. You charged it to your card, ignoring the price as a concern for another day. Haphazardly throwing your clothes and toiletries back into your bag you called an Uber to the side door, escaping into it and making you way to the airport.
As you settled into you seat on the late night flight, you opened every social media app you had and deleted your accounts. And as the announcement came to power off your electronics, you thumbed through your contacts, blocking Lance, Lando, and Carlos, before deleting their numbers, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you could go back to life before Spa.
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wolfiemcwolferson · 9 months
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Logan, beloved, can i bribe you to write me piarles and 4. "I think you're too far away." pleeeaasseeee 💕
Hi babyyyyyyy
The message that comes through is obviously not meant for him.
Charles reads it and rereads it and is very careful not to type.
Pierre is online but he also knows Charles frequently leaves his phone lying around unlocked and open on a message thread, so as long as he’s not typing, Pierre can’t see that he’s seen it.
But…Charles wants the message to be for him.
He reads and rereads it again and waits for Pierre to send another through to apologize - to say he meant it for the new girl he’s talking to, but that doesn’t happen.
I think you’re too far away.
Charles doesn’t even know what that means, but it feels…
His phone rings.
It’s Pierre. A screenshot Charles took of one of his Alpine TikTok’s taking up his entire screen. He had changed it to make Pierre feel bad about having that meme screenshot as Charles’ contact picture.
Charles answers it only because he knows that Pierre will call again, keep calling until he answers.
“Cha.” Pierre says, a little drunk - Charles can tell because he’s known him his whole life it seems - being in love with him has no bearing on this.
“Hello, Pierre. You are having a cheat day, I see.” Charles pronounces each syllable clearly. Pierre always says “huh” a lot when he’s drunk.
“I think you are too far away.” Pierre insists, ignoring him. “I think you should be here with me. You know that I always want you with me.”
He keeps emphasizing with me, and Charles is on fire.
“Pierrot, where is Ben?” He’s trying to laugh, but Pierre makes a frustrated noise. Like he does when he doesn’t feel heard.
“You should be with me, Charles. Do you understand?”
But before Charles can answer him, the phone goes dead.
A text from Ben three minutes later saying that he is with Pierre is the only thing not sending him into a blind panic.
Okay, take care of him.
Ben sends back a thumbs up and Charles lays on the couch for five hours and stares and the ceiling and tries to stuff it all back inside.
.
Pierre texts him a link to a kid fundraising for a kart two days later and then they just…go back to normal.
They don’t speak about it, but now Charles has something underneath his skin that feels like…hope maybe.
Pierre obviously doesn’t want to talk about it but it feels like maybe he wants Charles too. Maybe Charles isn’t…
Every touch in the paddock is amplified and every touch outside of the paddock feels like it has the potential to go somewhere even though Charles knows that’s ridiculous, but it feels that way.
Until.
Until they’re dancing in the private room of some club, whole place packed full of F1 adjacent people and Pierre is dancing with this girl, one hand on her hip, face in her neck and Charles wonders if he didn’t imagine the entire thing - the phone call, the weirdness after, the touches that linger sometimes.
It’s too hot in here and he needs - he needs air and to not look at Pierre as he decide to take this girl home and so he stumbles out the back door where he knows there will be cars.
He pulls his phone out and texts the group he’s here with - Pierre included.
Going back to the hotel.
And then he gets in one of the cars, tells them where he’s going.
Joris will be pissed, but he’s always pissy about something. Charles cannot make him happy all the time.
He debates a shower, but he doesn’t want to sleep in the bed all damp and disgusting from club sweat, so he goes to shower, plugging his phone in on the charger there so he can play music too loudly and drown out the images of Pierre touching that girl.
He’s the one that packed for this trip so he’s stuck using hotel shampoo and it’s going to wreck his hair, but he’s clean and he’s exhausted and he’s -
Pierre.
Pierre is sitting on the end of his bed, twirling a key card in his hands.
“You should tell the front desk not to give cards out.” He holds it up. “Remember, that’s how that girl got into George’s room. By convincing the front desk she was his WAG.”
Charles wants to snatch it out of his hand and throw it to the ground, but he’s standing with a towel wrapped around his waist and he doesn’t really know what Pierre is doing here.
“I did the same you know? Joris will kill me for making him send that refresher about their NDA, but I batted my eyelashes a bit and told her my super secret boyfriend was up here. Showed her my lock screen.” And then Pierre flips his phone so Charles can see and Charles is having a hard time breathing.
He didn’t even know that photo existed. The two of them in Pierre’s kitchen, Charles looking at the eggs in the pan rather angrily and Pierre smiling - the two of them shirtless and comfortable and smiling obviously in each other’s space.
“Cha,” Pierre whispers. “I do not want to pretend I did not say what I said anymore.”
Charles cannot fucking breathe.
“I think you’re too far away. Do you think you can -“
Charles doesn’t let him finish that sentence, he’s on him, pining him to the bed and hovering over him, feeling the way Pierre’s hands automatically grip his waist, thumbs soothing over her skin.
Pierre is grinning, that soft smile that Charles only sees in moments that Pierre feels safe and happy in. “Don’t want to pretend I don’t want you anymore.”
“Okay,” is all Charles manages to say, but then Pierre is flipping them and Charles is being kissed, being touched, being held.
.
Pierre misses his flight the next day and Joris comes to find him in Charles’ room.
“The two of you together are going to be such an issue.”
“Especially because you’re here without breakfast.” Pierre grouses. “Also, you will have to start knocking. We are both naked under here so unless you want -“
The door slams and Charles is helplessly giggling into Pierre’s bicep. “Pierre!”
Pierre dips down to kiss him again, again, again. “He will have to start knocking. Now that I have you -“
Charles surges up to kiss him again, taking his hand and guiding it where he wants it. “Now that you have me.”
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Can you tell me about Louis de Vegobre and his possible relationship with Laurens and Kinloch?
Sure! Others will certainly know more, but here’s a little of what I’ve pulled together about these three.
Louis Manoel de Vegobre was a Swiss lawyer and intellectual who befriended Laurens during his time as a student in Geneva. He tutored Laurens in mathematics, and in return Laurens taught de Vegobre English. Kinloch arrived Geneva in May 1774, and although they only spent a few months together there (Laurens left in July 1774), they quickly formed a close-knit circle, studying and socialising together, and mingling with other English students and eminent Genevan scholars and scientists. 
There is little written correspondence from that time, as there was no need to write letters to those who lived so close. But it is evident from Laurens’ letters after his departure that he loved his time in Geneva, in large part because of the relationships he had built there - he writes to Kinloch on 23 August 1774 that “I dont know when I shall get into such a valuable Set of Acquaintance as I have left”. 
Whether all of this remained purely platonic, in the style of romantic friendship, or extended into homoerotic or even homosexual realms, is impossible to prove definitively - but there is a good deal of evidence that the three of them were more than “just friends”.
For one, they mingled with figures who were known to have homosexual inclinations. Among these was Swiss historian Johannes von Müller (himself at the centre of a web of queer figures, including Swiss writer Karl Viktor von Bonstetten), who was known for his homoerotic love letters and, per Rictor Norton, “always travelled with young male companions, and even set up house together in the Alps with the American Francis Kinlock [sic]”.  They stayed together in Chambésy in 1775, which presumably is what Laurens is referring to, with evident longing, in his letter to Kinloch on 10 March 1775:
Mr. Boon has communicated your plan of spending the summer with Vegobre in some convenient retreat in Switzerland, a plan which I should of all things like myself, and which I dare to say you will find great benefit from. 
What three young men of a certain persuasion might get up to in the privacy and safety of an alpine retreat I will leave to your imagination.
Side note on Müller and Kinloch - in 1802/3, Müller was involved in a homosexual scandal, after a former pupil faked love letters to him from a made-up admirer, to which Müller responded with equal (and damning) fervour. The ensuing scandal cost Müller his fortune. He writes a letter to Kinloch on 12 May 1803, explaining his dire situation, to which Kinloch responds:
L'idée de ce qui aurait pu arriver à cette extreme nocturne me fait frémir - Vous souvient il, cher ami, du commencement do notre liaison à Geneve? My transcription: The idea of ​​what could have happened at this nocturnal extreme makes me shudder - Does it remind you, dear friend, of the beginning of our affair in Geneva?
Clearly, the mention of the scandal was a reminder to Kinloch of whatever they may have gotten up to twenty years prior.
In Laurens’ absence from Geneva, Kinloch and de Vegobre remained close, and all three of them wrote to and about each other using expressions of deep love and affection, expressing a desire for contact and closeness - which, to me, often veers into the romantic.
Here are some examples, in chronological order:
My beloved, my dearest friend is Kinloch […] Let me say again: Kinloch is my beloved, my dearest friend. […] You have began to make me feeling how hard it is to see the departure of a man to whom one’s heart is addicted
Louis de Vegobre to John Laurens, 24 December 1774
I would be wrong to hide from you that I was upset at you [but now I want to] occupy myself only with the pleasure I had upon seeing that your heart is without fault, and that you have maintained the same sentiments towards me that you expressed to me when you left Geneva. […] Permit me to remark to you that [a time of adversity] is where we know our friends, and that it is here (I dare say) that you will see that the attachments of my heart are not a light bond formed by pleasure which does not last beyond it. […] You congratulate me on my friendship with Kinloch, oh how right you are to congratulate me! What an excellent man! What a friend I have in him! […] I repeat that I am entirely at your service & that I responded very sincerely and very deeply to the feelings that you have expressed for me. 
Louis de Vegobre to John Laurens, 18 October 1775
You and I may differ my Dear Kinloch in our political Sentiments but I shall always love you from the Knowledge I have of your Heart.
John Laurens to Francis Kinloch, 12 April 1776
we hold too fast by one anothers hearts, my dear Laurens, to be afraid of exposing our several opinions to each other […] Be certain that I never shall forget you
Francis Kinloch to John Laurens, 28 April 1776
that Letter & the pretty gift that you attached are very agreeable marks of your friendship […] I learnt that I was loved & esteemed by you as much as I could have desired […] I am much persuaded, my Dear, that if we could live together our mutual happiness would be augmented; especially when I think of the calamities that surround you, I would desire to be close to you, to witness your fortitude and to offer you the relief of my friendship […] I saw this morning our friend Kinloch: what shall I tell you of him which you don’t already know? […] I regard it is as one of the joys of my life to have become his friend.
Louis de Vegobre to John Laurens, 7 June 1776
And after Laurens’ blistering letter to Kinloch about their differing political views, Kinloch seemingly responds with hurt and offence, which Laurens tries to smooth over with a reaffirmation of his feelings:
I have no Copies of what I write, and therefore can’t be exactly sure of all the Expressions which I used in my Letter, this I am persuaded of that there was nothing in it that could be construed to throw any Imputation upon the Qualities of your Heart on account of the side you took in our political Dispute […] It was from the great Opinion I had of your Heart that I first wish’d to form a Friendship with you, it is from the great Opinion that I still have of it, that I am exceedingly desirous of cultivating and improving that Friendship […] I still think your political principles wrong, the Sentiments which you have adopted with respect to your own Country strike me with horrour, and I hope you’ll change them_ but I am persuaded you think they are right and your Heart with me is unimpeached_
John Laurens to Francis Kinloch, 30 September 1776
(Extracts above from de Vegobre’s letters of 18 October 1775 and 7 June 1776 are taken from my translations of the original French.)
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f1 drivers + sororities .ೃ࿐
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a lovely anon asked me what sororities f1 drivers would be sorted into so here we go. i would like to say as a disclaimer is that greek life varies from campus to campus, so do take my opinions with a grain of salt. also, i was vp of recruitment last year so i know a thing or two about matching girls with chapters hehe.
i am gonna do class of 2023, with a bonus of our two fav reserve drivers so here we go! also, i'm including sororities that aren't on my campus and doing very limited research on them.
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max v. - delta zeta
i dont have much knowledge on dz (seeing as they were kicked off my campus before i rushed), BUT they were the it girls on my campus. they we're top house, everyone either loved or hated them or wanted to be them.
checo p. - gamma phi beta
gphi on my campus is so hit or miss (as are most organizations, but the chapter on my campus is more out right about it). they're either really nice or they really mean. i think checo has that charm about him LOL
charles l. - alpha chi omega
i don't have achi o on my campus, but of every video i've seen about them, they are more often than not the pretty, philanthropic, top house kind of gals. charles would fit right in. (also the cherry on top is that red is one of their colors).
carlos s. - kappa kappa gamma
i know nothing about kkg, but their mission statement says "...respect for intellectual development, and an understanding of and an allegiance to positive ethical principles" which i feel like is very carlos. carlos is always trying to learn more and get a better understanding.
lewis h. - alpha phi alpha / not rush
lewis would NOT join a phc organization. he would join one of the divine nine for sure, just in solidarity with culture and history. but i will say that the rush/pledging process of the divine can be fucking brutal so there's a chance he'd drop. or better yet, he wouldn't rush at all because he's better than that.
george r. - zeta tau alpha
george would 100% be a zeta. zeta is also a very top house sorority, but when you're zeta you are a die hard zeta. i feel like every sister of zta i've met lives and breathes zta. very george.
esteban o. - delta delta delta
they describe their org to be "an assembly of women with shared values where you can be yourself and belong to something bigger. we are brave, bold and kind." thats so esteban, and considering the work he's put into alpine + the time he's spent in the team. very este bestie of him.
pierre g. - pi beta phi
i was gonna make him a zta, but when i was reading other sorority values i came across this chapter. under reputation it said "many consider them obsessed with their looks" and that just feels like pierre.
lando n. - sigma kappa
sk on my campus is on the come up. they recruit a bunch of cute, sweet little girls who are very active on campus. they're everywhere. like lando. he's every where.
oscar p. - gamma phi beta
i know what i said under checo but pretend you didnt read it for this. oscar is also gphi to me because theyre new member class is so bold and just wants to be involved in everything. giving oscar energy i think.
valterri b. - alpha gamma delta
agds on my campus arent top house by any means, and they have girls who you would've thought would end up in top house but they chose agd. thats valterri to me.
zhou g. - alpha xi delta
these girls on my campus are super underrated. known to have the most genuine sisterhood on campus. they aren't super active on campus, and aren't super well known. but the people the know them, love them.
lance s. - kappa kappa gamma
aligning with carlos. i think lance does try his best at what he does, and improve. he definitely aims to be bigger than daddy's boy. you know?
fernando a. - pi beta phi
please he is just pretty. thats all fernando would bring to the table. he's a pretty boy and should be in a pretty sorority.
kevin m. - alpha gamma delta
i love agds so much. they're a bunch of goofy girls who are loved by a lot of people. theyre on the smaller side on my campus, but are just full of girls you would generally like.
nico h. - alpha gamma delta
this also makes sense to me because he just- he loves f1 and he'll never leave. i've met my fair share of 25+ greek women in their chapter and they just...... never leave. but he's dedicated. and that counts for something...... right?
yuki t. - alpha phi gamma
an asian sorority. i love these girls. theyre so goofy, but really sweet and also die hard for their chapter. yuki would thrive.
nyck d.v. - alpha delta pi
i love my adpis. so much. they're the sweetest girls ever. on my campus theyre super strong in academics and support so many diff organizations on campus. nyck is one hundred percent an adpi.
alex a. - alpha phi
part of their mission statement is "high expectations for character and a drive for innovation" which i feel is alex coded. i can't say what exactly, but alex just screams that.
logan s. - zeta tau alpha
he just has the look that would land him into zeta. what he brings to the table, we'll just have to wait and see.
bonus !
daniel r. - alpha delta pi
he gives me vibes of one of my friends in adpi. just always so happy and dedicated to their chapter. also daniel gives off the vibe of adpis on my campus. and he'd 100% be a sweetheart of a fraternity.
mick s. - delta gamma
their values read "foster high ideals of friendship among women, to promote their educational and cultural interests, to create in them a true sense of social responsibility, and to develop in them the best qualities of character." i just think thats mick. always fostering growth and developing his charachter.
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darkwingduck · 3 months
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Kicked off the new year by getting a lot of gardening done and/or started!
This fertilizer came highly recommended by a lot of the gardeners I follow, so I thought I’d try it. It’s a stinky brown sludge you mix with water. The stink is how you know it’s good stuff 😂 I put it on everything except the carrots. It’s probably good to commit to organic fertilizers anyway.
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The cabbages are slow but growing. I pruned off some of the outer leaves to encourage them to focus on making cabbage heads.
This is my favorite cabbage 🥬
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Then I raked over the compost in the flower bed and scattered all the rest of my poppy seeds. I probably should have done this a month ago but was nervous to try it. Since I have some growing in containers, I am no longer nervous. They’ll be fine! And no need to keep back any of this seed, because I’ll be saving tons of it from my own flowers if all goes well.
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I mixed the Lauren’s Grape and Blue Moon seeds together, it’s funny that the Blue Moon seeds are actually blue. This is what those will look like - so I think they’ll be a pretty contrast with the darker purple.
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I cleaned out the beds by the steps and planted some of the daffodils, and put down some cardboard and compost to keep out the weeds. Not sure yet what I’ll plant there, maybe zinnias, maybe a mix of plants. It’s somewhat shady which is probably why the lavender didn’t like it there. It would be perfect for the columbine if I can get any of it to germinate.
Anyway, I still have a lot of daffodils to get planted! It’s late but you do what you gotta do.
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Then I started some sweet pea flowers, sundial lupine, wild bergamot, and some more Black-eyed Susans and butterfly milkweed. I’m really loving how easy the winter sowing method is for starting things. No grow lights, no fancy treatment, just sow it and ignore it.
I have a few other plants I hope to get going over the next week the same way, notably the alpine strawberries. I thought about trying another kind as well, but it’s more cost and time-effective to pick up a pack of bare root strawberries next month when I order my peach tree and blueberry bushes.
And, FINALLY, I got my lisianthus started! …sort of!
Lisianthus seeds are so tiny you really can’t handle them unless they are coated with a biodegradable coating. The coating breaks down when watered and the seeds germinate. Those seeds are known as “pelleted” seeds. Lisianthus are so tiny that they’re hard to handle even when pelleted!
I got my lisianthus seeds from Johnny’s Selected Seeds planted, but when I opened the envelopes of lisianthus seeds from Eden Brothers, all I could see was a pinch of yellow dust. The seed coating had either deteriorated or been crushed, and the seed was unusable. I couldn’t even see any seeds, just the dust from the coating.
I emailed the company and asked if they could send me replacements. It certainly makes sense that those were damaged, since they weren’t in any kind of protective packaging. Johnny’s put them in a little protective vial.
They were also the most expensive seeds I bought, so I really hope Eden Brothers will replace them or else refund me. I’ve had good results with some of their other products, and with my seed purchases in general. This is the first time I’ve had to reach out about a customer service problem with a product since I started gardening.
Overall, it was a really productive day and a great way to start the new year! I know I’m gonna be at work tomorrow wishing I was playing in the dirt.
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dts s5 e6-8
e6: -having flashbacks of having to defend oscar to my mom for this why does the show try to lean into otmar's perspective so heavily GROSS -nah im full tinhatting i do not remember this whole bit where everyone hypes up oscar in interview before he has his lil chat with mark netflix u slimey lil bitches -oh if i was here when this news broke summer break 2022. i would've been inconsolable. i'm sure it was nuts, ballistic. maybe it was good i wasnt there. idk if i could've handled it akldkfjadslkfjasdkfj -lando saying "i already am (leading the team)" was not that rude it was just the TRUTH sorry -daniel speaking italian is so important actually -"ive been in this sport for 25 years i know what im doing" king that only makes the fumble THAT much more embarrassing COME ON -otmar talking abt how well oscar took all the shit we offered aren't we owed a contract? reminds me of timeshare schemes like actually just u paid for xyz if you dont have a contract in place he doesnt owe u anything maybe do contracts better next time :) -unfortunately zak brown is right!! its a pr disaster is the 5 million worth it!!! and they didnt even get the 5 mil!!! how do lose ur job speedrun masterclass here!! -i do wonder how much netflix inflated daniel's chances for the alpine seat, bc from what i've heard it wasnt really in the conversation. idk i wasnt there but it would make sense for netflix to lean heavily into this narrative -did not realize liam was sitting Right There when pierre was askin abt the gossip aldfjaslkfjaksjdf -the way how in season 1 its like NO DANIEL DON"T LEAVE RED BULL i feel the same way abt pierre going to alpine. like ofc it made perfect sense at the time and you cant fault him for it but like no babygirl its bouta implode PLEASE -rip all the tiktok edits that were muted in the umg purge that paired "good luck to oscar" with "if a man talks shit then i owe him nothing." thank u taylor couldn't have said it better myself -"do you regret anything that's happened?" "um. no :)" U TELL EM BABY
e7: -i'm sorry but geri seemingly getting boiling water from a tap to make tea is so fucking insane rich person cursed -was originally gonna include this funny shot of christian standing looking out a balcony like sharpay evans in high school musical in my s5 gifset but due to recent events i will not :) -i just think. that including this whole bit abt how much checo loves his family in the same episode as the monaco gp where he allegedly cheated on his wife was a CHOICE. interesting. -lewis's monaco 2022 outfit is one of his best outfits ever. its so iconic 2 me -HI ALEX -so many cinematic parallels to discuss. s1 max putting it in the wall in practice and ruining his race to prove he was faster than daniel. known parallels to brocedes ALLEGEDLY trying to sabotage eachother by crashing in that corner in monaco. hmm hmm hmm. much to think -im sorry the sainz collision is just so goofy. i remember watching the replay of this quali and being bamboozled. befuddled. deeply amused. what a stupid fucking sport -'for fucks sa-........okay this is typical monaco isnt it" MAX GETS IT -i honestly dont mind wet monaco races just bc by nature of the track its on average slower therefore less dangerous. i'll take a wet monaco over a wet spa any damn day -ferrari's double pit fuck up is PEAK embarassing ferrari strats. like to do a bad strat is one thing but to just mess up the strat ur trying to do. peak biblically cursed charles leclerc moment
e8: -god i wish i got more into yukierre. i see the appeal. unfortunately they just dont give me brain worms -many thoughts. um i think focusing on yuki's temper is just. unfair. like sure he should work on it but thats an issue with many young drivers its not a unique failure on his part -i have given thoughts on japan '22 before i'm not rly gonna rehash but i really wish the didn't gloss over it on dts. i think it was an important moment in the sport to have a big conversation abt rain safety. -oh this nyck supercut is gonna be painful knowing where it goes :/ -god remember when ppl thought nyck was gonna lead the team? leave yuki in the dust? even /i/ had him above yuki in my preseason predictions isnt that insane? -"im happy, i'll take that, that you'll miss me at least 2 or 3 minutes" god forgot the most romcom ass shit since sebchals we'll start by holding hands -nando n lance having this crazy crash and now a year later they're fucking on the reg. happy 4 them
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TAGGED: 15 QUESTIONS
Got tagged by @alpine-lapine and after running a poll on who I should make this about, it turns out ✨Morgyn✨ won with 50% of the votes. Not my OC, but people seem to like them, so I shall deliver!
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Questions & answers under the cut:
Are you named after anyone?
No idea. My mother never bothered to tell me.
When was the last time you cried?
I'm not sure. I haven't shed a tear in a long while. Though if I had to guess, I'd say the time I was told about Tess' disappearence probably being tied to her potential death was the last time I truly cried.
Do you have kids?
Not at the moment. Though Minerva keeps telling me how she has visions of me holding two curly haired children who look suspiciously like me and...an acquaintance. I'm still trying to wrap my head around that.
Do you use sarcasm?
Oh I live for sarcasm. To be fair, I think it's a Sage thing. *Snicker* Yeah, I'd say it comes with the job.
What’s the first thing you notice about people?
Their eyes. Not in the superficial "you've pretty eyes" manner, but in the "I now know your every secret" kinda way. You can learn so much about a person just by looking them in the eyes. You can find out if they're excited, scared, maybe intimidated by your presence. Some are subtle and others not so much. It's quite interesting, honestly. And telling of a person. Which is why I often use sunglasses when going out... Yes, even at nightime...I do the eye reading thing, not them.
What’s your eye colour?
Green, unfortunately. Most people think it's a lovely color, but to me it only serves as a reminder that I actually have a father who never bothered to make an appearance in my life. I'd much rather have my mother's brown even if our relationship is rocky.
Scary movies or happy endings?
I find happy endings to be cliché and far too boring these days. Bring in the horror. I'm all for it. I just won't guarantee it'll do a good job of scaring me.
Any special talents?
I can light things on fire and put them out with a simple flick of my wrist, but I suppose this so called "talent" is exclusive to spellcasters alone. If we're talking regular human talents then I'd probably say...acting. My fellow sages can attest to that.
Where were you born?
It's a blur, honestly. I know my mother was originally from Glimmerbrook and that I was raised in Windenburg up until I decided to run away at the age of 16, but I'm unsure if I was actually born there. I always had the idea that we simply moved shortly after my birth as a means to chase after my bastard father. But again, this is not something that I know for certain.
What are your hobbies?
There are a ton of things I enjoy doing, none of which I consider to be a hobby aside from reading, maybe. I don't have that much free time away from the Magic Realm, anyways. Simeon has been trying to get me into gardening though, but I don't think it's for me. After all, it's not like I can grow plants out of thin air like he can. He's the expert in Practical Magic, not me...and I wouldn't be caught dead digging through dirt and soil with my own bare hands.
Have you any pets?
I do. A 2 year old Dobermann. His name is Asmodeus. 
What sports do you play/ have played?
I'm honestly not that much of a sports person anymore, but I used to do gymnastics as a kid. And it's fortunate that I did, because all that trained flexibility still comes in handy sometimes. *L. Faba snorts in the distance* L. take your mind out of the gutter, that's not what I meant.
How tall are you?
Around 5'7.
Favourite subject in school?
My memories of school are brief and muddled, but I remember I used to love biology. And physics. The irony of it all baffles me to this day.
Dream job?
I've never given it much thought, especially after dropping out before I could even finish high school. Years later, the..."oportunity" to become a Sage made itself known and I took it. It wasn't like I had much of a choice in the matter, with me being the one apprentice Tess left before she went missing. I was obviously still in training when that happened, but the Realm desperately needed a new Sage of Untamed Magic and so I had to rise up to the occasion and take the position for myself. At first, I was resentful and felt that becoming a sage was the equivalent of becoming a prisoner of the Realm. But I soon realized this wasn't the case and eventually grew to love what I currently do. There is so much more to being a Sage than just holding the Magic Realm in place. Today I can confidently say that this is, in fact, my dream job.
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Puck; S.Rogers
— A series: pt two —
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— “Hm, do I turn you on, sunshine?” 
Pairing: Brothers best friend hockey player!Steve Rogers x midsized!OC
Word count: 2.3k
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Warnings: smut, lots of lube, unprotected sex, edging, praise kink, slight authority kink, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, angst, lots of teasing, forbidden romance, of age drinking, bullying, fingerings, use of a vibrator, masturbation — 18+ MINORS DNI
Summary: in which sage barnes finds herself in a forbidden situation with her brother’s hockey-playing best friend, steve rogers, who finds her to be the annoying little sister of his best friend...until he doesn't. The only rule? don't get caught by bucky.
Do NOT copy, repost, translate or rewrite my work.
Sage
 The phrase: “Shit, Alpine don't!” was not good to hear at seven at night. And I felt the hair on my neck prickle while I climbed the stairs, waiting to see if she escaped Bucky’s room. She didn’t, but I heard a crash.
“Ah, Buck is gonna kill me for spilling your food on the floor.” 
I halted at the top of the stairs as Steve exited Bucky’s room. I held onto the railing, taking a step back, and he looked up with a shocked expression.  His eyes widened when he saw me. He slowly approached me, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. 
 “Did you hear that?” 
I nodded. “Um, you'll need to shower and change your clothes.”
“I know. I've known that since you were six,” he said. I let out a yawn, and he scratched his bearded chin. “You look like you're going to fall asleep on your feet."
I rubbed my eyes, and he grumbled as he walked toward the bathroom. “And don't fall asleep on the stairs; I won't carry you to bed like Buck used to do when we were kids.”
I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue at the back of his head as he shut the door. I went toward my room, shivering at the now near-freezing weather air blowing through the window.  I closed it and fell back on my bed. I snuggled into my blankets and fell asleep almost instantly.
 I was exhausted. 
Sleep didn’t last long, and I was woken by the early morning sun streaming in my face so bright it hurt. “Ugh.” I wrestled with my jeans, regretting I wore jeans to bed.  I yanked them down and flung them to my floor. It left me in my tank top and underwear, and I didn't care that it was too cold.  I swung my legs over my bed and checked my phone. 
I sighed, seeing a message flashing across my screen from Bucky in the middle of the night: Stayed at Nat’s and be home later before the game.  I clicked off the screen with a chuckle and removed it from the charger. Shivering, I tucked my phone into my shirt as my feet touched the cold floor, grabbing my earbuds as I stood. I left my room, plugging the headphone jack in and putting them in my ears. 
I opened the fridge, grabbed the eggs, and set them on the counter. I got the bread and popped two slices in the toaster. It was fun to dance around and sing as I made the eggs, having the house to myself for a while. I popped the toast down quickly, returning to my eggs. 
 “....Turn me on….” I spun to plate the eggs on the toast and rolled my hips. While making breakfast, I couldn't resist dancing to the music. I flipped eggs and added seasoning with each move. The aroma of breakfast filled the air, and I felt grateful for life's simple joys. “Something you'll never forget….”  
 When I turned around, Steve was leaning against the door frame in the kitchen, watching me with a smirk. I blanched and removed the earbuds, the cords falling to my side, moving to hide my lower half by the island.  “Something I’ll never forget, huh?” his eyes lingered on my shirt. “Hm, do I turn you on, sunshine?” 
I flushed in embarrassment, registering what he said. Then, a flash of a memory played over in my head, making me falter as he watched me. I could feel my tongue, and heat crept up the back of my neck. The memory sucked me in. and it was uncomfortable.
“I should call Jamie,” I slurred. A laugh tickled my ear. “I'm really, really drunk.” I giggled.  Siobhan had gone home an hour ago, and I couldn't tell you, I don’t remember, hands grappled with my hips, waist, and ass. 
“Aw babe, don't ruin the fun.” Sebastian’s voice echoed. But it wasn't the warm, adoring tone I was used to. His voice was flat. And cold.
And another one.
“My feet hurt,” I whined as I bent down to take them off, leaving them in the driveway. 
“C’mon, Cinderella.” hands around my waist, guiding me to the front door. “Let's not fall and cut that pretty face up.” I giggled and stumbled, but strong arms held me upright.
“You think I'm pretty?”
“Sure do, sweetheart.” warm hands gripped my elbows, lifting me up the porch stairs.
“But you won't remember this conversation at all tomorrow morning,” 
My shoes were gone, somewhere in my driveway. I giggled and tried twisting to face Steve. My foot slipped, and Steve threw his arms around me. “Easy there, Cinderella. Dont want you breaking anything.”
“Y’know, I think you’re pretty too.”
  I swallowed as he peered at me, looking at me with a raised brow. “How much did you see?”  
He chuckled, crossing his arms with a shrug.
 I glared.
 “How. Much. Did. You. See.” I spoke between gritted teeth. He shrugged, leaving the kitchen and heading toward the stairs.
“Wouldn’t you like to know!” A loud laugh followed it, and I stood there eating my eggs and toast with an embarrassed flush on my skin and face.
Steve
“If you stay at Nat's for a while, I have to feed Alpine again.” I groaned into my phone. “Be around Sage again. Man, you know we don't get along.” Bucky laughed on the other end of my phone. It made me growl in annoyance. “She’s annoying, and you didn't have to deal with trying to get her drunk ass home,” I mumbled. She was a nightmare when she was drunk. 
“You don't have to talk to her, Steve; just feed my cat.”
“Okay, Damn, and you need to get an automated feeder; I don't want to tiptoe around your sister.” Knowing my luck, it wouldn't just be feeding his cat. “And why don't you just move back in with me?” 
“I plan on it, and Sage seems fine now. She just needed a little help after Wanda moved out.”
I pulled into their driveway and stepped out of my truck. The cold air bit my face. My boots hit the driveway, and I walked to where Sage kept her spare keys. Toeing my boots off at the door, I walked into the kitchen. I could smell cinnamon and apples and eggs. I saw Sage standing at the stove humming a tune.
And she was dancing in her underwear. 
Kill me now. 
I couldn't take my eyes off her. Ah, fuck me.  I leaned against the door frame in the kitchen, watching her with a smirk when she spun around. She paled and removed the earbuds, the cords falling to her side, moving to hide her lower half by the island.  “Something I’ll never forget, huh?” my eyes lingered on her shirt. “Hm, do I turn you on, sunshine?”
She flushed in embarrassment, registering what I said. She swallowed as I peered at her, looking at her with a raised brow. “How much did you see?”  I chuckled, crossing my arms with a shrug. She glared. “How. Much. Did. You. See.” she uttered between gritted teeth. I shrugged, leaving the kitchen and heading toward the stairs.
“Wouldn’t you like to know!”  My laugh followed, and I walked up the stairs to Bucky’s room. I shut the door, and the floorboards creaked, and there was the faint sound of meowing. I raised a brow and looked down at the small white body of Alpine. She made a disgruntled noise of being displeased and jumped up on Bucky’s bed, and I reached out to scratch her ears and cheek, which halted the meowing a little. 
“Hi, pretty girl, sorry I'm not Dad.” I moved to her food bin, scooped her food, and put it into her bowl.  “I’ll get you some fresh water.” I crouched down, picked up her empty water bowl, and left the bedroom, shutting the door behind me to go down the hall to the bathroom. I returned with the water and set it down.
“Your dad needs a better system,” I grumbled. My mind wandered to see Sage in the kitchen a few moments earlier. I groaned, shaking my head. “And I'm going to hell.”   
Sage
I watched him leave from my window, his truck roaring as he left my street. I slipped on socks and crossed my legs, grabbing my book. I turned to my bookmarked page, and my phone flashed with a text from Siobhan: Want to go to the pier?
“Have you heard from Sebastian?” She asked, our footfalls softly hitting the boardwalk along the pier.  I sipped my hot chocolate, adjusting my jacket with a shake of my head.  “I mean, I'm not surprised you haven't.”  I tossed my cup in a nearby trash can and shoved my hands in my jacket's rough denim pockets. Honestly, I had no idea what I would do about him. I hadn’t thought about it. 
“Can’t have my brother dealing with my problems as an adult.” I shrugged. “It worked fine as a kid. But at twenty-five? No.” 
 She laughed, shaking her head. “Of course not.” She sipped her iced coffee— which I found insane— and shrugged. “There's always Steve beating him up or something.”
It was my turn to shake my head. “Absolutely not!” I felt a rush of blood to my cheeks, looking away; remembering this morning in the kitchen, I shivered. “Not happening.” She raised her brow with a look of confusion, putting the straw to her lips. My lips formed a slight frown, and I looked at my shoes. 
When I got to the ice rink, I headed toward the concession stand to get a cup of hot chocolate and some pizza. I smiled at the person, thanking them, and Then I made my way to the bleachers. I sat closer to the glass and near the home side, and as I set the cup down, I heard a hollow thud. As I ate my pizza, I watched as the bleachers filled up.  I sipped the warm drink quietly, scrolling on my phone. The sound of banging on plexiglass made my head snap up. 
“Hey, Doll!” My brother stood there without his helmet, smiling with his mouthguard. I rolled my eyes, standing to go over to him.
“Where’s your helmet, stupid?” he smirked, holding up his metal arm, which grasped his helmet. I shook my head with a chuckle. “You’re impossible.”
 I spin on my heels and bounce my legs while sitting down, crossing my legs. Open ice rinks are the worst, ten times colder than outside. I sipped my drink again, trying to halt my wobbling lips and teeth chattering.  He skated away and joined the rest of the team. I watched and could see Bucky join Sam and Steve.  Two of his best friends are on the team. I ducked my head when I caught Steve's glance, still embarrassed by this morning. His voice echoed in my ears.
“Hm, do I turn you on, sunshine?” 
I shivered, feeling my cheeks heat up. Since we were young, he made it his life goal to embarrass me. Even now, he can't resist embarrassing me at twenty-six. I uncrossed my legs and bounced them to get my blood flowing. They were only in the first period, but I wanted the game to end. I absentmindedly scrolled through Instagram when I got a notification from the group chat: Do you want to go to Spokane this weekend?
I quirked a brow, typing out my response: For? 
A text from Wanda popped up: Lodge trip! Near Siobhan’s parents' lake house!
I shook my head: Who’s going? Their responses were quick and fast: you and us, obviously, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, and Steve! We continued discussing the plans, and I stood to get rid of my trash and left the rink to get another hot chocolate.  The Concession person smiled, handing me my hot chocolate. I waved as I went, finding the arena doors again.  I found my seat, resumed the game, and looked back to my phone, and a message from Siobhan popped up: Bags are packed! We leave next Friday night...Used your window to get in! Also, I should warn you there are limited rooms. I rolled my eyes, typing a response: What do you mean, limited rooms? She sent a bunch of confused emojis as a response, and I felt my hands numb. I sighed exasperatedly, muttering under my breath. “Unbelievable..” 
Just as my mind began to spin as the buzzer sounded, the rest of the game was a blur as I stared at the screen, re-reading the words limited rooms.  “Earth to Sage!” I smacked the waving hand away and stood up. I looked at the voices and saw Steve, Bucky, and Sam. Bucky was waving his hand. I looked at him, and he raised a brow, “You alright?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
Once we reached the house, I sat on the island on the stools, my keys rattling against the marble countertop. Bucky joined me, standing on the other side, facing me, arms resting on the counter. “Are you really okay?” he asked after a long silence. 
“I'm just tired.” I lied. “I'm fine.”
He rolled his eyes. “I know you’re lying, but I can’t force you to tell me, so I’ll leave it be.” He pushed off the counter, walked to the fridge, and grabbed a water bottle from the shelf, the door shutting with a soft thud. “I'm gonna shower and go to bed; I'm tired. See you tomorrow.” I nodded with a smile and mumbled goodnight. I followed him shortly after and went to my room, shutting the door behind me. I couldn't sleep; my mind reeled at the conversation with Wanda and Siobhan this morning when Steve stared at me in the kitchen. 
The way his seafoam blues roamed my body. The clear image in my head of him calling me sweetheart. A burst of wetness slicked my thighs, my body betraying everything I felt. 
I shook my head and mumbled, “No,” I stood. “I’m going for a run.”
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Hi I don't know how to respond to you Alpine so I'm just gonna say House of the Dragon was not very good idk why people like this so much Aegon ii should of got burninated by Meleys I swear that was some bullshit someone will tell you well Rhaenys fight wasn't with them yes it was if she actually cared about Baela and Rhaena who are her granddaughters and to tie back in to the overall theme of this account the game of thronesification of zelda fanworks that just try to make it medieval and dark for being grimmdarks sake usually aren't well written and sucks because if you read a Song of Ice and Fire even though the books have dark things happen a good chunk of the chracters who are actually very good and caring people like Bran, Brienne, Danny and SHOCKILY Jamie if you actually read his backstory and see how as the books go on he becomes a much more noble person and this is in part due to Brienne's kindness and parallels to "true knighthood" anyways I'm sick and tired of Game of Thones fucking up shit by just being known as dark fantasy where all your favorite chracters die idk about them bitches but none of my faves died they're all still A-Okay and trying to act like there isn't goodness in the series is wrong and
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