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hey love!
how about n with Venom👀 maybe?
n...urse (the touch of a soulmate can heal you from affliction and vice versa).
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Finding You
Warnings: blood, gore, canon typical violence, kidnapping, ambiguous ending, angsty?
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"Holy shit."
"CALM DOWN."
"Really? You- you massacred these people."
"PUSSY."
Eddie argued with Venom, this was really overkill. They had one rule, don't hurt good people. Don't kill good people. And okay, maybe this lab wasn't full of the best San Francisco had to offer, but god. Fuck did he just step on someone's guts? Eddie was gonna be sick.
"DON'T."
"Who's the pussy now?" Eddie hissed, pointing at his reflection in an elevator.
The door dinged and they were greeted with a small brigade of mercenaries. Red dots floated over his hoodie for just a moment before Venom overtook him again. Chaotically and without a care in the world Venom tore through them. Not even stopping to take a bite. They had a singular focus. You.
"I SMELL NIBBLES."
Soulmate research wasn't a new area of study, it wasn't a fringe science. It was as everyday as getting physical from your doctor. Everyone had one, some people even had a few. At birth your genetics were tested and you variety assigned, it was like get vaccinated, all a part of the development of a human, after that it was up to fate.
What wasn't a part of the development was getting a new soulmate, especially one that was an alien. It caught the attention of a lot of bad people after they found you, well saved you from a drug deal gone bad. You'd been at the wrong place at the wrong time. They found you with a knife in your belly, the moment Vee touched you the wound vanished. A week later, when you were on a date with Eddie, you tripped on the pavement and he caught you. Instantly your stubbed toe felt better.
"I don't see them."
They whipped around, following Venom's instincts more than anything. This sublevel was like a maze, twists, turns, locked doors, and trashed labs. Venom was getting anxious, or maybe he was feeding off of Eddie's emotions. The more doors they broke down, more desperate they became. That's was always the way of these stupid lairs, it wasn't until they got to the final lab that they say you strapped to an upright table.
"NIBBLES," Venom rumbled, taking in your broken form.
"Vee... Run..."
Screeching erupted, shattering the glass and ripping him from Eddie. The last thing he remembered before passing out was reaching for you, and missing.
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bakugousaysdie · 3 years
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hey Zee!
i adored the last request i made, and wanted to know if i maybe you could make something about Bucky and Reader working out and he's just so proud of how strong she is and what she can do ):
i just had some weird comments made to me at the gym and just wanted Bucky to tell me he's proud of me ): idk
request | i adored the last request i made, and wanted to know if i maybe you could make something about Bucky and Reader working out and he's just so proud of how strong she is and what she can do ):
summary | bucky just wants his girl to know how proud of how far you’ve come
warnings | body insecurity, praise from bucky bc he loves you so much
authors’s note | i will literally fight the men who ever said anything gross or weird to you, and you know what, bucky would kick their asses! also this ended up being more of a drabble
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Before Bucky, you hadn’t given much thought to working out. You did a yoga class ever so often with one of your friends, but you didn’t really like going to the gym. For one, men were gross towards you. They made weird comments and you tended to feel bad about yourself.
Bucky Barnes had brought the best out of you and he always made you feel good about yourself. Yet, when he invited you to work out with him, you were hesitant. He was confused by this, prying at you to tell him what was bothering you. It didn’t take long for you to come clean.
“It’s just...”You sighed,”Every time I go to the gym, some guy always says something to me, it makes me feel...icky.”
You could almost see the fury in Bucky’s eyes when he realized that those men had made you feel bad about yourself.
“Oh, babydoll, if even one person even thinks about saying anything to you, I will break their arms.”
You shook your head, smiling at him,”Buck...”
“I’m serious,”Bucky told you.”Don’t let any idiots keep you from working out. I spend so much time in the gym, and I hate being away from you, so come with me. I doubt anyone will ever dare to look at you when I’m by your side.”
That convinced you and so you had decided to work out with him. You were a novice, but Bucky had started to training you in boxing and lifting some weights. You quite liked boxing and he wound hold up his padded fists, telling you how to jab. He made sure your stance was perfect and your blocking was solid.
You really had come so far and he was so proud.
Sweat glistened off both of your bodies, your leggings and sports bra tightly clinging to your body. Bucky had discarded his own shirt, wearing just a pair of shorts. He had the focus mitts on, holding them up for your to practice of your jabs and cross cuts. You weren’t professionally trying to train to be boxer, it was more about sparring with Bucky and making you feel more confident.
“You’ve come so far, babydoll,”Bucky praised with a proud grin as you punched the mitt on his hands.
“Bucky...”You smiled sheepishly, your face getting hotter at his praise. It made you feel so good, encouraging you to continue.
“You have, there’s no need to be embarrassed, I can feel how much stronger you’ve gotten since we started this,”Bucky grinned, holding the mitts out.”You’re able to lift far more than you were before, my strong girl.”
“Thank you, Buck,”You beamed up at him, taking a step away.”I’m a little wore down, though.”
“You need to drink some water, babydoll,”Bucky told you, peeling his gloves off and grabbing his own bottle. He handed you the bottle, which you were thankful for. The water greatly helped with the heat radiating off your body.
“Are you really proud of me?”You asked, looking up at him with soft eyes. After all the times you’ve experienced negativity at the gym, Bucky’s praises meant everything to you.
“Of course, Y/N,”Bucky’s entire face softened at your question, tilting his head as he pulling you towards him. His large hands surrounding your waist.”I am so proud, a couple months ago you hated coming to the gym, now you feel comfortable enough to wear this cute little sports bra. I am proud of you in so many ways, but I am proudest of you being you.”
You surged forward, leaning up on your tippy toes to mold your lips against his. Bucky melted against you, his hands squeezing your hips and kissed you sweetly. His lips were so gentle and loving against yours. You always loved how he treated you with such respect and care.
“I love you, babydoll,”Bucky whispered, his lips brushing against yours.
“I love you too,”You murmured, eyes fluttering open to gaze at him.
”How about we go home, take a nice shower, and I can work out those muscle aches for you?”Bucky smirked, his hand coming to caress your face.
You were pretty lucky, you had to admit. Bucky was so good for you, despite what he thought of himself. You were both bettering yourself together, and you couldn’t wait to grow with him.
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mickey-henry · 3 years
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hey ms mel, may I request a headcanon of reader being like super needy with Bucky and they're out with the rest of the team but she doesn't care, like she just wants her man to hold her
hi gwen!! I love this idea! 💖
𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞?
the last few days have been tough for you. everything felt like too much: the world was too loud and bright, and your emotions felt impossible to handle.
you put on a brave face and buried your emotions deep, not wanting to burden the team.
but bucky, your best guy, could see past your walls and knew something was up. he didn’t push you though, he knew you’d ask for help when you were ready.
the club you went to with the team to celebrate your latest victory was the last straw.
you can barely stop yourself from trembling at the sensory overload coursing through your veins. you don’t contribute to the conversation and barely touch the drink sitting in front of you.
the team is lost in their own worlds of reminiscence and celebration, blissfully unaware of how fragile you felt on the inside.
bucky turns to you, about to tell a joke, when he catches the tears in your eyes. he cups your cheeks, gently guiding your gaze. “what’s wrong, peaches?”
even your favorite pet name can’t bring a smile to your face. you avert your eyes as you sigh, “it’s nothing, buck.”
he doesn’t believe you. you don’t buy the unconvincing lie either as it slips through your lips. bucky brushes a tear that leaks from your eye before continuing, “I know it’s something. please talk to me.”
you don’t think you can say anything without the floodgates of your emotions bursting in the middle of the club. you muster a response, “can you hold me?”
“of course I can peaches,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead before inviting you to sit on his lap. your anguish already diminishes as he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.
bucky catches the teasing glint in sam’s eyes when he looks toward you two, but it melts away as bucky’s glare screams to leave you alone.
you don’t even care how the rest of the team can misconstrue this action. you need your man to ground you, and he’s more than happy to help you out. “I love you peaches,” he whispers softly, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek.
“I love you too, bucky.”
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cockslutpadalecki · 3 years
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honestly, I don't know why you're getting so much hate. I personally love that there are writers like you, because you just prove that life doesn't end when you turn 30.
growing up can be scary af, specially because we're constantly fed this idea that you need to figure out everything and accomplish all your goals by the time you turn 25 and then idk, die or something; and the fact that there are badass moms here, that are still living and enjoying their lives, having fun and writing amazing stories it's great.
so, yk, just wanted to say that I think you're pretty awesome and I appreciate that you share your stories with us and all the haters can go fuck themselves💚🖤💚
people are just so pressed about everything these days, it’s sad actually 😂
one of my favourite authors, chelsea cain, is currently posting excerpts of her new book on facebook (note: it’s full of sex and violence) and then in the next post, she’s mentioning her daughter. she is fucking iconic 💗
i’m not gonna give up one of the only things that helps distract me from the crippling post-natal depression that still sometimes makes me wanna hurt myself. i’m not going to apologise for that. i’m not going to stop doing it because someone is offended that i’m a mom and i write nasty shit sometimes lol
and hopefully we can inspire the next lot of parents/fanfic writers that it’s okay to hold onto their hobbies and likes. their life doesn’t have to end once their child is born. your priorities may alter slightly, but you don’t have to change what you like because you’re a parent now.
thank you so much for reaching out bby, i appreciate you 💗
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duskholland · 3 years
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Hi!! Absolutely ADORE your writing, I've been binging through your masterlist since I found your blog.Just read the "Meet your match" oneshot and omfg. I know request are closed, but HEAR ME OUTWhat if it was the other way around? Like y/n met one of Tom's exes and just got really jelous and the tables turned, so she gets to be more dominant, I just don't know how that would work, but I can't stop thinking about it!Anyway, love your work! Have a great day, virtual hugs
ahhh thank you, im glad you enjoyed it!! oooooh, i like that :’) im not sure i’d want to write it reversed, just bc creatively i feel like ive already kinda done that concept, but i like the idea!! thank you for sharing it with me :’))
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hansensgirl · 3 years
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you look so pretty sebbie!
love the new dress💜
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OMG BAYMAX!!!
thank you so so so much baby!!
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babyyhoneyydarling · 3 years
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you're adorable, and then I'll have to give you many many flowers lovie💚🖤💚
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thank u so much darling bby!! 🥺💖💖💖 i gib u so many huggies
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boxofbonesfic · 3 years
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hey! i'm new here, just read the make me fic and oh my god
i just wondered if you ever thought to write like a part two or what happens with them after that👀
i have!! i've thought about writing a part two ever since i published it 🤣 we definitely have not seen the last of brat!Reader and dom!Bucky
tbh i'm pretty sure reader would like try to go back to her regular life, but bucky just keeps finding ways to insert himself into it lmao. like purposefully running into her in the laundry room, continuing to be loud at inopportune hours until they get into it again 😈
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suchababie · 3 years
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*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe!🤍💐
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Hugging you back! 💜 thank u for stopping by and I hope you’re well and safe too!! 💖💖💖
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effeminateboyninja · 3 years
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16, 21 + 45 for your ask game👀
16: I’ll love you if…
you can make me laugh! i love people who don't take themselves too seriously
21: What I love most about myself
i answered this one already here 🥰
44: A random fact about anything
tetrapods! most people associate that word with 4-limbed animals but it actually includes all descendants of extinct species that also had 4 legs. so a snake, which doesn't have any legs, is still a tetrapod because it descended from a 4-limbed lizard ancestor
send me nosy anons
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christowhore · 3 years
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Lost Without You
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pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader
summary: chris loved you with all of his heart, so why did he have to push you away from him? could he ever win back your heart and get you to forgive him?
warnings: fluff, angst, slight smut, chris is a bit of an asshole, insecurities, yelling, drinking, rpf, 18+ minors dni
word count: 4.7k
inspiration: this quote from the novel 'Dangerous Liaisons' by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos
notes: i have not written fan fiction since i was a 1d stan years ago, i recently decided to push my fears away and start up again. i want to thank @gwenavibra and @vibraniumphoenix for their words of encouragement that pushed me to complete this. i hope you all enjoy! *i do not give consent for this fic to be reposted or translated*
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* dividers credit to the lovely @firefly-graphics *
SERIES MASTERLIST • MAIN MASTERLIST
Twenty-six hours later and an empty jug of vodka was all it took for Chris to realize how badly he messed up. The throbbing pain rattling his head paled in comparison to the pain he felt when recalling the events that transpired the day prior. He couldn't believe the words that escaped his mouth in the heat of the altercation, but he only had himself to blame.
Chris had been dating you for about a year now. His mom had introduced the two of you, and it was love at first sight. You made him a better version of himself everyday. At first he was scared. Scared that his bachelor days were coming to an end, but he soon realized the true roots of his apprehensiveness.
He was scared of how vulnerable you made him. How you made him face his faults head on instead of allowing himself to be coddled by friends and family. Recognizing his own privilege in this world, that granted him the ability to not worry about certain factors like employment, money, and racial injustice.
He was scared of how well you got to know him, the real him, in such a short amount of time. How, without him even saying a word, you knew when he was having a bad day. You would immediately go beside him, a warm hand grazing over the nape of his neck, softly tugging at the brown hair that adorned him. Humming the tune of a jazz ballad that he knew you had stuck in your head, quietly performing for him because you knew that always calmed him down.
He was scared that you had ruined him for any other woman. Sex was indescribable between the two of you. Lust would take over your body, causing your pupils to expand, he would feel your wanton breaths fan across his neck. You'd always pepper him with kisses, no matter if the two of you were going for a morning quickie or were experiencing fervent love making in the evening, you’d always pamper him with affection. The warmth that he was enveloped in by your wet cunt when he'd bottom out would drive him mad. You'd get lost in the moment, throwing your head back, exposing your neck for him to bite down on for stability when rutting into you. The feel of your hands exploring every inch of his skin, leaving crescent marks and long scratches made by your nails when he'd hit that spongy spot deep within you always had him in a daze.
He was scared that you wouldn’t be able to deal with dating an actor. He felt that because you were stuck teaching in Boston, while he got to fly around the world for filming, you would grow restless without having his presence near you. That whenever the two of you had decided to go public, you wouldn’t be able to take the pressure of dating him. He felt that the sudden intrusion and constant criticism from fans and journalists would get to the better of you and you’d leave him.
But most importantly, he was scared of how much he was in love with you. He loved the way you always had a beat stuck in your head. The melody flowing through your body, making you dance like no one was watching. Whether it was a full choreography from one of your favorite artists' music videos or a chaotic improv number, which was mainly you just flailing around, singing at the top of your lungs, he loved it all.
He loved how selfless you were. How you took in a pair of stray cats and invited them into your home even though you were allergic, stating, ‘Well it’s not like the animal shelters will take them, you know how packed they are. The least I could do is give them a home.’ For 8 full months you let your allergies take over you, constantly downing Benadryl to alleviate your symptoms until you finally built up an immunity. But you didn’t let that deter you from playing with them at first. Dressing them up in cheesy costumes, his personal favorite was the Captain America suit you got for the orange tabby. You even ended up changing his tune about the mischievous felines. He went from side stepping them and carefully watching their every move to sneaking them extra treats when you weren’t in the room because he secretly loved them. Even though he would never in a million years admit that to you.
He loved the shape of your body. The curve of your hips, the swell of your breasts, the suppleness of your ass, he just couldn't get enough. He loved the way your smile brightened up his day, how infectious your laugh was. The way your eyes twinkled whenever you looked at him, as if he was the most alluring being in the world. It had him speechless at times. But even with all of the praises he would consistently deliver to you about yourself, you still had some insecurities. You didn't have the flattest stomach, or the face of a model. You tried to keep your self doubts internalized but Chris saw through you. He’d constantly remind you were the most stunning woman he ever came across. That he was with you, and only you, for a reason and you didn't have to worry about trying to look like something you thought he deserved.
He loved how talented you were. You were incredibly gifted. From being able to magically master an instrument from your first go around, to being able to recite a full 5 page excerpt from your favorite novel at the top of your head. One thing he cherished was that you were never haughty about your talents. You never saw yourself as better than everyone, never appeared condescending towards others. In fact, you loved sharing your knowledge with others. That’s what made you decide to go into the education field.
Chris also loved how family-oriented you were. You had a godson that you thought the world of. Constantly treating him as if he were your own. Taking him out shopping, to various attractions, sometimes sneaking him candy behind your best friends, his mother’s, back. Part of him would get butterflies in his stomach whenever he’d see you interact with children. You had this natural maternal instinct in you. Instantly knowing what to do with adolescents, no matter that age. You would sit and play princess and tea parties with his younger nieces, or play a rigorous game of soccer with his older nephews.
One thing, he was certainly enamored about you was your tenacity. You were currently working on your psychology dissertation. He would often find your nose practically touching all of the research papers and academic novels that you needed to defend your topic. The determination evident in your eyes, whenever he’d try to get you to take a break and relax with him on the couch. You’d quickly state that you were almost done, but him knowing how you were meant you’d stay stuck there for another hour or so. He’d kiss the column of your neck, feeling the pressure slowly start to fade away. He could tell you were trying to maintain your composure and stay focused on the task at hand but you couldn’t contain the sigh of relief when he’d lick a stripe behind your ear. His lips would tug up at the ends because he knew that one simple action would turn you into putty, ready for him to play with.
Your love for him was something he wholeheartedly treasured, but was also something he felt himself starting to hate.
You would always try to be around him. Constantly wanting to hang out, go on dates, hang with his friends. He was starting to grow impatient with your neediness, but after being single for so long, he loved the freedom that came with it. He never had to be questioned constantly about certain actions of his. Going out with friends, staying out late and coming back home plastered was something that he was fond of. He was allowed to talk with women however he saw fit, and that was one of the many contentions the both of you faced.
It all came to head when you guys were hanging out at his house one evening, when suddenly an argument broke out. He had been replying to some women on Twitter, which at the time he saw as innocent conversation, but in reality it was full on flirting. You always had a problem with his coquettish manner, you’d bring it up and he would calm your nerves and the both of you would move on. Well he would move on, while you silently stewed in your frustrations. But that day was the one that broke the camel's back.
“It is flirting Christopher! Just because you’re single in the media’s eyes doesn’t mean you can just continue to disrespect me. I’ve told you time and time again that what you’re doing is hurting me. You dismiss my feelings and make it seem like I’m some possessive girlfriend.” You were standing up, chest heaving due to the frustration of your boyfriend not caring about your feelings, again.
“Because you are acting like a possessive girlfriend! I am a celebrity, you aren’t (Y/N). It’s part of my job to be friendly with people, it’s not flirting, it’s networking.” Chris was tired of constantly being critiqued by you for innocent interactions all the time.
At this point, you were so exhausted from having this constant battle with him, you didn’t even have the energy to yell anymore. “Chris, it's not networking, it’s flirting, you and I both know that. I can’t continue to deal with your lack of care towards my feelings. You can either acknowledge what you're doing or you can continue to do whatever you’d like while being single, because I’m done. I’m done hiding in the shadows while you get to enjoy the pleasures of bachelorhood. I’m tired of having my emotions invalidated.”
The rational part of Chris's mind was telling him to calm down, relax before he'd say something he'd regret. But with anger clouding his better judgement, he ended up lashing out at you.
“Oh so this is what it's about? Us hiding our relationship? I told you from the beginning that we would need to keep us a secret. Which, by the way, you agreed to!” He noticed the instant change in your stature because of the sudden raise in his voice. The way you froze in place, eyes slightly expanding, the way your lip was quivering. He never yelled at you before, but at that moment he didn't care. So he continued on his tirade. “You agreed it would be better for us to keep it a secret! I told you before, and I'll tell you again, I’m not flirting with these women. If you can't see that then whatever, I can't help the fact that you're constantly insecure!”
All that could be heard in the space of his bedroom was his heavy breathing and the soft sniffing coming from you. Without a word you packed up the personal belongings you brought with you that day and headed for the door.
Before heading out, you turned around and looked at the brunette. “All I was asking for was just a bit of respect, Chris. Yes, I agreed to keep this relationship a secret, I understand why. But we have been together for a year now. At this point, I just feel like someone who's warming your bed at night. And for you to throw my insecurities in my face was a low blow. I’m done,” you stated.
He should've dropped to his knees and started begging for your forgiveness. Apologized for his behavior and the lack of esteem that he should've had for you. But he decided to double down, and went to deliver one final blow to you.
“Fine, go right ahead and leave (Y/N).”
‘Chris, shut up’ his conscience was telling him.
“I don't need you in my life.”
'Stop talking right now’
“If you think I’m going to chase after you and apologize it's not going to happen,” he continued.
‘Be. Quiet.’
“You walking out that door won't mean anything because I can just find someone else within the hour and forget about you. Someone who won't question every move I make. That way I won't have to hear your insistent nagging all the time.”
‘Do not finish that thought.’
“Because newsflash, you aren't that special.”
'Congratulations dumbass’
He could see there were tears in your eyes, some already falling down the curve of your cheeks. The slight shake of body was enough evidence to know he truly hurt you. Even though his heart was thumping in his ears, he could still slightly make out the rattling of your keeps in your grip. But the frustration clouding his mind wouldn't let him feel any remorse. He watched you quietly turn around, open the door and walk out of his life.
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After you left, Chris immediately threw his phone against the wall, causing it to fall to the floor, cracking the screen in the process. The shattering sound echoing off the walls made Dodger tuck his tail between his legs and walk away from the seething man.
Irritation still flowing through his veins, he stalked over to the fridge and pulled out a beer, popping the cap off and downing the entire content of the glass in three measly sips.
‘I don't care about her,’ he lied to himself. ‘I can just move on and in a few days I’ll be fine.’
Deciding that he needed something a bit stronger to take the edge off, he reached for the bottle of vodka stored in the liquor cabinet. Pouring a triple shot of the clear liquor and venturing to the couch, he tried to calm his nerves.
‘I can forget about her.’
He tipped back the glass and was instantly met with the burning sensation that cascaded down his throat and warmed his chest. Picking up the bottle, he poured himself another glass hoping that this one would help take his mind off you.
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Twenty-six hours later and an empty jug of vodka was all it took for Chris to realize how badly he messed up. The throbbing pain rattling his head paled in comparison to the pain he felt when recalling the events that transpired the day prior. He couldn't believe the words that escaped his mouth in the heat of the altercation, but he only had himself to blame.
Picking up the phone, he acknowledged the damage that was done to it when he was fueled by his anger the day before. Though his screen was broken and slightly chipped, he powered through in search of your contact. Pressing on your name and bringing the device to his ear. He sat there, praying that he could hear your voice but was disheartened when he suddenly heard the automated message of your answering machine. Immediately trying again and receiving the same fate was when he realized that you most likely blocked his number. Switching back and forth between social media sites and he saw that he was blocked from you on there as well.
He decided to try reaching out to your friends, but once he sent a message they went and blocked him as well.
Chris doesn't know why he did what he did. Why did he decide to say such cruel statements to you? You didn't deserve that, no one did. All you were asking for was respect, the bare minimum, and yet for some reason he thought it was too much.
Maybe that's why his past relationships never worked out. He always expected women to work around him and his world, work around his wants and needs. Never caring how they felt, or stopping to think about how his selfish demeanor might affect them.
He knew you were rightfully hurt, but all he wanted to do was go to you and plead for your forgiveness. All you wanted was respect and to be able to love him without having to hide it. What he always told you was that the reason he wanted to keep the relationship private was to protect you, which was true. But he could now see that the so-called protection he had for you was what was causing the most strife.
Chris knew the best course of action was to give you some time, maybe in a few days you'd be open to a conversation.
Heading to the medicine cabinet, he took out two ibuprofen tablets and swallowed them down. He knew that with the turmoil that was berating his mind, he would probably think of a good enough apology for you in a clear state of mind. Laying his head against his pillow, he thought about you, and hoped that you would give him the chance to redeem himself.
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It only took a few days of radio silence from the brunette for his family to reach out to visit him. Lisa walked into his Sudbury home and saw him on the couch, nursing a bottle of bourbon. Though Chris was drunk, he rambled on to his mother about what happened and luckily she made out the situation so that way he didn't have to repeat himself. But he was not lucky when it came to her reaction.
All his life, Lisa had told him time and time again that he was special. Consistently showering him with love and affection, telling him that any woman would be lucky to have him. But in this very moment, all she felt was disappointment. A first for both of the Evans members. Even though she was madly frustrated with her eldest son, she could tell how much he was hurting. It was evident all around him how truly remorseful he was.
She went into the kitchen, making him a quick meal to try and lift his spirits but it only made him more despondent. He missed (Y/N)'s cooking. He missed the way she would always cook his favorite meals when he was down. So he cried. He shed tears of sorrow knowing that he messed up the greatest gift that was ever given to him.
The next few days that passed, the Evans family would stop by and try to lift his spirits. Remind him that you just needed some time, and that you would come around eventually. But once it was officially a full fourteen days since he last heard from you, he just became numb.
There was a dull ache in his heart. Every movement he made was a drag on his body. Dodger would regularly try to cuddle with him to cheer him up, but there was only so much the canine could do.
It had been 2 weeks since the spat and Chris was an absolute mess. His hair was matted, his untrimmed beard was becoming unruly. All he did day in and day out was try reaching out to you and drinking. He emptied out the entirety of his liquor cabinet, drinking til he saw the bottom of every bottle hoping that that would aid the gnawing pain in his heart.
That night he had a dream about you. It was about the first date you two had. At the beginning of the evening, you talked about your likes and dislikes. That's when you went on a tangent about love letters. How they were a dying art form, how people back in the 50s and 60s would write back to their lovers during the war, to remind them of the love they still kept in their hearts for their other halves. He loved how passionate you got about the subject. Even though he thought it was just some words on a piece of paper, he could tell how much it meant to you.
When Chris woke up the next morning, he got out of bed, walked to his office and immediately knew what to do. He knew you probably never wanted to hear his voice again, but he hoped that maybe you might consider reading his words and see how truly sorry he was.
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Dear (Y/N),
I know that right now you're probably thinking about throwing this letter away, if I were in your shoes I’d do the same, but please hear me out. I don't expect for you to forgive me, but I need you to know how sorry I am. It's only been two weeks since I drove you out of my life and all I have been thinking of was how much I ruined my life by my words. But what I also ruined was your trust. You looked at me as if I was your entire world, but the last image I have of you in my head was a face full of despair.
Having these two weeks for me to be alone with my thoughts made me realize how much you mean to me. And I know I didn't make it obvious before but you truly are the greatest gift that I have ever been graced with. I still remember to this day when I met you. I was stuck in my spot in your office when you looked at me. Love at first sight was something I never thought was imaginable until I met you. You make me a better man. You force me to come face to face with my wrongdoings. When I’m with you, I feel a sense of peace I never experienced before.
It reminds me of a moment we spent together, the time we went to the beach to watch the sunrise. You sat in between my legs, resting your head against my chest. The orange sphere peaked through the skyline. And we sat there, though no words needed to be exchanged. The morning breeze danced along our skin and though we both had a list of obligations that day, we enjoyed the little slice of heaven together at that moment. Then you looked up at me and god I felt my heart stop. The beams radiated across your eyes, your lips tugged up and you just looked at me with so much love in your eyes it scared me. It scared me with how much you trusted me. Also, it scared me because I didn't want to lose you. And I know it doesn't make any sense considering the fact that I pushed you away, but the reason I did was because you are too good for me. You're too good for this world. The love you show anyone that comes into your life is mind-boggling. No one deserves to be loved by you because of how astonishing it is.
What I did when it came to flirting with other women is something that I wish I could take back. I wish I can take back the hurt I inflicted upon you. I never meant to make it seem as if you were unimportant to me. The truth is you are the best thing that ever happened to me. There's not another woman on this planet that holds a candle to your beauty, to your intellect, to your everything.
I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. I know I have said things that unfortunately you'll probably remember forever. But if you give me the ability to rectify my wrongs, I will show you for the rest of my days how much you mean to me. You deserve to be loved out loud, while I constantly remind you how special you are to me and everyone around you. I am in love with you (Y/N), I was the moment I met you, and till right now as I write you this letter. Even if you don't forgive me, nothing will change how I feel for you. You are my end all be all, my reason for being, my love.
- Chris
Signing the letter, he placed it in an envelope and wrote your name on the front. Getting in his car and driving over to your house, he was plagued with a whirlwind of emotions. He knew you wouldn't open the door for him so he went up to your mailbox and deposited the envelope there. Chris stood there for a few moments, relishing in the fact that this is the closest he's been near you in weeks. Begrudgingly, he got in his car and forced himself to drive away. When he returned to his house, he walked straight into his home and sat down on the floor with the brown and white pup. He sat there for what seemed for hours, Dodger nestled between his legs as he thought of you. Your radiating smile and infectious laugh eased him into a slumber.
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It had been about three days since Chris since he delivered the letter to you. He was slowly losing all hope in having you back in his life. He knew he didn't deserve you, but oh how he wanted to hear your voice just one more time.
It was around noon when a knock on his front door broke him out of his daydreams. Padding his way forward and opening the door, he wasn't expecting for you to be standing there. Your hair was up in a ponytail, a few strays blowing in the wind. Chris then noticed the letter that he had written in your hand and hope started to blossom in his heart.
“So I got your letter,” you state looking deep into his eyes. “Can I come in?”
He knew he wouldn't be able to form a sentence without it coming out as an incoherent mess, so he simply widened the door and gestured for you to enter.
He followed you inside of his home, where you seated yourself upon his couch. Dodger instantly joins you, licking all over your face. It was obvious that Chris wasn't the only Evans that was missing your presence. Once you got the pup to calm down, you looked up at him.
Chris immediately crouched down, clutching onto your legs and resting his head in your lap, letting his emotions become free. You sensed that he was crying due to feeling his body shake and hearing his muffle sniffles. Even though his actions were rude and absolutely disgusting, you could tell by his confession in the letter how remorseful he was. You started to scratch the nape of his neck causing him to relax under your touch.
The two of you sat like that for what seemed like hours but in reality was only about 15 minutes. When Chris was able to calm himself, he looked up at you. “I'm so sorry sweetheart.” It was a simple statement, though you knew how much he truly meant those words.
“I know Chris, I know,” you reply, hand still caressing him. “Just don't pull something like that again, alright.” There was a bit of light heartedness to your tone that had his heart swell. You were too good for him and he knew it.
“Never in a million years will I let myself lose you again.”
You ended up pulling Chris up to sit on the couch so you could rest against his chest. He pulled the two of you down to get more comfortable and that's where the both of you stayed. You against his slender frame, cuddled against him. Your head tucked under his chin while his hand traced patterns alongside your back. Dodger laying at the end of the couch, near your feet, content that his parents were back together again.
At that very moment Chris made a vow to himself. He promised to never let his anger get the better of him when it came to you. He promised to always treat you with the same decency and respect that is given to him by you. And he promised to continue to love you like he could lose you at any moment. He was lost without you, now with you back in his arms there's no other place he'd rather be.
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Hope you all enjoyed this! Would love to hear your feedback, likes and reblogs are appreciated!
Also this is a work of fiction, I do not know Chris so this is not an accurate depiction of his personality.
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cuz you're a great writer and you turned me into a monster fucker
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I'm turning everyone. 😌
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bakugousaysdie · 3 years
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oh fuck, i sent you a hc request for bucky ): i'm sorry, i thought it could be anyone ):
still works with chris tho!
no! I’m doing headcanons for Bucky, Steve, Nat, Loki, Ransom, and Chris!! I’m already working on yours! all the request have just been for Chris so far lol
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mickey-henry · 3 years
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hello ms mel💖
may I request a moodboard for a first date with Loki? pls💚
hi gwen!! this is such a cute idea! I hope you like it🥺
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it's moodboard monday!
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cockslutpadalecki · 3 years
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Andy and y/n are opposing counsel in a big criminal case. Y/n is as good as Andy, they have been rivals for years, and she wins the case for her client. Y/n gloats to Andy then Dub-con/ hate sex ensues because Andy is pissed and tired of her.
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Summary: When Y/N finally wins the case she’s been battling, there’s nothing left to do but celebrate, however inadvertently stumbles into her biggest rival, and prosecutor, Andy Barber, as he drowns his sorrows.
Characters: Andy Barber x Reader.
Words: 2.4K.
Warnings: dub-con, hate sex, mean!Andy, face slapping, explicit sexual content, degradation, sex in a public bathroom, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), mirror sex, rough sex, threats of deep throating, 18+, my poor knowledge of the justice system.
A/N: I sincerely hope this is the kind of thing you had in mind, nonnie. And I hope that your bar exam goes well. Much love to you! Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. However a massive thank you to my pre-readers @sweeterthanthis @ozarkthedog @thesummerpetrichor and @gwenavibra for all of your feedback and support. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site.
“We find the defendant not guilty.”
As the statement hits you, your entire body fills with glee, and you can’t help but cheer along with your counsel at the positive result. It always feels so good to get the verdict you’ve been working your ass off to achieve, and when you get it— well it’s like all your birthdays and Christmases have come at once, and neatly topped off with the best orgasm of your life.
Reaching over, you give your colleague Rhea a big hug and thank her for her hard work over the past five months.
“Oh shit, you should see the look on Barber’s face,” she says into your ear with a little giggle. “Think he might combust right there in the chair.”
When Rhea pulls away, you carefully test a glance over to the desk on the opposite side of the room, and you have to hold back from smirking at the sight of Andy Barber glaring down at the floor. He hasn’t moved from his seat since the verdict had been read, tightly gripping a pencil between his fingers before it snaps under the weight of his fury.
Instead of tidying away your notes, you decide to console the man for his loss— show him a little compassion when he needs it the most, maybe try to congratulate him somehow. You’re not even sure what for as you stride over in your heels, clicking your tongue softly as you reach him.
“Hey Barber, I’m sorry about the loss, okay?”
Andy finally glances up through thick eyelashes, lips caught in an angry frown. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was seconds away from snapping you in two like the pencil laying in pieces on the desk in front of him.
“Don’t try and flatter me with your fake apologies,” Andy spits. “That verdict shoulda been mine.”
“What can I say? The evidence spoke for itself,” you shrug, now wishing you hadn’t made the effort to reach out.
“Are you kidding me? The evidence was ironclad, Y/N, and you know it,” he grits, slowly rising to his feet. “Did Loguidice grease some wheels for you, huh?”
“He had nothing to do with it, this was my case.”
“I’m surprised he let you out of your cage long enough to defend anyone.”
Letting a small laugh, you can’t help but be amused by Andy’s determination to bring you down. “I’m not Neal’s pet.”
“I always assumed you were his bitch.”
Again, you sideline the retort you’re desperate to bite back with, but think better of it. The man just lost a massive case, he’s only trying to streamline his rage, and you just happen to be the first person caught in his cross-hairs. But you know deep down it’s more than that. You and Andy never saw eye to eye, even when you were making your way up the judicial ladder and he was your mentor, but when you accepted a job alongside Neal, that was the final nail in the coffin.
Andy couldn’t stand the sight of you, and after months of sly comments and sudden rivalry, you felt the same way about him.
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The bar is bustling with people later than evening. Rhea is determined to celebrate the win over drinks, and to her credit, she is damn convincing when she needs to be. No wonder she is your first choice when it comes to partnering up on a case.
Returning from the bathroom, you shuffle back into the booth as your friend sputters around her wine glass.
“Christ, you’ll never guess who just walked in,” she giggles, her cheeks a little rosy from all the wine she’s been downing like it’s soda water.
“Who?” You start to turn in your seat but Rhea stops you, clutching at your wrist.
“Girl, don’t make it obvious,” she titters, bringing a finger to her lips as if to ssh you. “At the bar, 10 o’clock.”
Resting your chin in your palm, you tilt your head as stealthily as you can in the direction of the bar, eyes flicking over the many customers waiting to have their order taken. At first you think Rhea might’ve mistaken a stranger as somebody you both know, but eventually your gaze lands on the man standing at the very end of the bar. His eyes are cast down and part of him is in shadow from the fancy bar lighting failing to illuminate the entire area, but it’s most definitely him.
Andy.
As far as you can tell he hasn’t changed his suit from court, and while you might still be wearing the cute little skirt and jacket ensemble you had bought especially for the trial, you came straight from the office to celebrate. He looks dishevelled and downtrodden, like he’s been stumbling from bar to bar ever since he left the courthouse.
“What’s he doing here?” Rhea asks when you turn back to face her.
You shrug. “I don’t know and I don’t care.”
“You should go say hi,” she encourages with a wide smile, picking at the plate of nachos sitting in the middle of the table.
“What part of ‘I don’t know and I don’t care’ translates as ‘go and make conversation’?” You laugh.
“C’mon, don’t you feel a little sorry for the guy?”
“Not after he called me a bitch in front of the entire court.”
“Pretty sure he’s called you worse over the years,” the redhead counters, an eyebrow quirked into her hairline. You silently stare each other down, but eventually you buckle under her stare, huffing under your breath as you reach for your purse and fish out a quarter.
That should be enough for a measure of their shittiest liquor. That’s all Andy deserves anyway.
That and a throat punch.
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“Can I get you a drink?” You offer with a heavy sigh, slapping the $10 bill Rhea kindly lent you on the bar next to Andy’s half empty glass of what you assume must be whiskey. He glances up, stunning cobalt twinkling until they cloud over, darkening to navy when he realises it’s you.
“No thanks, you’d probably slip some poison into it when I’m not looking,” he clips sharply, jaw tightening.
You let him have half a smile as a kind gesture in response, despite the fact you’d rather throw his drink in his face. “You sure think I’m the devil, don’t you?”
“You come pretty fucking close, sweetheart.”
Even though the pet name isn’t meant as a compliment, your body reacts as if it is. Your stomach tightens while heat blooms in your core, and suddenly your eyes are inexplicably drawn to his lips, watching as he wets them with the tip of his tongue.
“Look, I know you can’t stand the sight of me, but you’re welcome to come and sit with us for a drink if you want,” you offer blindly, trying to take your mind off the mental image of him and that god forsaken beard buried between your thighs.
“I’m good where I am.”
“Andy, c’mon, this is pathetic.”
“I’m pathetic?” he scoffs. “I’m not the one gloating about their win.”
“When did I gloat?”
“You didn’t need to. It’s written all over your face.”
Sucking in a tight breath, you’ve had enough of being nice to this asshole. “I didn’t come over here to try and upset you. I was just trying to be a friend, okay? You look like you need one.”
“I don’t need your pity, Y/N,” Andy mutters. “Why don’t you just go back to your buddy Neal and spread those legs a little wider, huh?”
Your hand connects with his cheek so fast, you don’t register the blow until your palm is hanging back at your side and stinging from the contact.
“Y’know, why I won that case? Because I’m a better attorney than you, and you can’t stand it,” you practically shriek at him before storming off towards the bathroom, doing your best attempt to swallow down the urge to cry.
His words don’t upset you— after all, you have been accused of sleeping your way to the top throughout your career, but it doesn’t stop you from being frustrated at the constant shaming.
The cool water feels blissful as you splash a little against your hot cheeks, taking a moment to stare down into the white porcelain basin, your head a jumble of thoughts. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration, but you feel more frustrated than the week you spent on your case coming up against nothing but dead ends.
Letting go of the breath you didn’t realise you were holding onto, you straighten back up and grab a handful of paper towels from the dispenser, patting your damp cheeks and neck dry.
Your reflection stares back at you as you catch it in the mirror, forehead dewy from the oppressive heat stifling the air inside the small bathroom. You reach for another paper towel, dropping the used ball of tissue into the wastebasket on the floor next to you as the door crashes open behind you.
“What the fuck?” You squeak, spinning on the spot to face the intruder, face dropping at the sight of your foe standing in front of you.
Somehow Andy looks bigger as he easily fills the doorway with his broad frame. He steps inside, locking the door behind him before stalking towards you, hand outstretched as it finds its way around your throat. He pushes you back against the basins, causing a pained cry to tumble from your lips as the edge catches your thighs.
“You don’t slap me and get away with it,” he snarls, teeth bared.
“You deserved it for accusing me of being a slut.”
“But that’s what you are. Just some whore who’s willing to do anything when she’s on her knees.” 
He shoves his spare hand between your legs causing you to jolt at the contact. “See what I mean. Already writhing like a bitch in heat.”
“Fuck you,” you gasp through strained breaths.
Andy smirks as he leans in, hot whiskey breath sticky on your cheek. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His hand moves higher, and your body betrays you, hips canting to meet the pressure of his thumb on your clit. Arousal pools in your core, and despite your protests, you can feel slick wet on your pussy lips as you roll your pelvis desperately against his palm.
“I’d rather, shit—” he catches your bead just right, “drop dead.”
He laughs, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Andy pulls you back, hand still clasped tight around your throat. He lets go, and turns you around, bending you forcefully over the spot you were just lent against. Your skirt is up and over your ass before you can fight him off.
Your hands slap wildly when Andy tugs your panties to the side, and clicks his tongue in glee as you catch him smirking in the mirror at the sight of the mess between your legs.
“Always figured you were a stockings kinda gal,” he cajoles with mirth, not even hesitating as he flicks open his belt with his free hand, the other flat between your shoulder blades to keep you in place.
You squirm a little beneath him when you feel the blunt head of his cock at your entrance, and then he’s pushing his way through your heat, not stopping until he bottoms out. 
A small whimper escapes from your throat before you can stop it, watching through the glass as joy spreads across Andy’s face. 
“Yeah, you love being full of cock?” he asks rhetorically, but you find yourself responding anyway. 
“Go to hell, Barber,” you seethe as your answer gives him cause to start moving— fast, deep, hard.
You can feel your skin rippling from the force of his thrusts as you scrunch your eyes shut, trying to shake your head through the tightening coil in your belly. Andy’s hand curls around a fistful of hair, tugging your head up sharply, and forces you to stare at him in the mirror. 
“Nah, you’re gonna look at me while I fuck you,” he grins almost maniacally. “Want ya to watch yourself as you come, and know it was me who made it happen.”
“No,” you protest, placing your palms against the basin as you try to push away, but your actions do nothing. Andy has you well and truly pinned. 
“Yes.” 
He shifts minutely behind you, and somehow the new angle of his cock manages to hit every pressure point as he drives himself inside you, and again when he pulls back. 
“Oh… my… god,” you keen, back arching as you push yourself further onto his dick. 
“Fuck,” Andy grunts under his breath. 
Wet slaps of skin on skin echo around the small bathroom, heat rising into your cheeks at the embarrassment of being so unashamedly turned on at the prospect of coming at the hands of your biggest rival. 
“You hear that? Hear how fuckin’ wet you are?” he growls in your ear, yanking your head up even further to suck a bruise into your neck. “Can ya feel how much you’re drippin’ ‘round me?” 
His Boston accent has never sounded so thick as he continues to rattle off insult after insult against your skin, and how he hates the fucking sight of you— how he’s longed to wipe the smug grin off your face for years with his cock shoved down your gullet. 
“Sick and tired of you acting like you’re better than me sweetheart,” he mutters breathlessly. “‘Cause you’re not. Look at ya.” Your gaze meets back in the mirror once more. “This is all ya are, just some dirty slut gettin’ fucked in a bathroom.”
The bow string in your core that has been drawing tighter and tighter suddenly snaps under the pressure, and the floodgates open. Your eyes lock with Andy’s piercing icy stare, and he’s smiling as you fight to keep the bliss from resonating across your face, but it’s no good. The restraints crumble, and you know he’s taking pleasure in watching— feeling how explosively you’re coming. 
He’s laughing as your hot slick dribbles out around his cock, praising you between thrusts for “being such a good little whore.” You hate every second of how much you enjoy the accolade, especially coming from Andy, but it doesn’t prevent you from pleading with him to continue.
In fact, you never want him to stop.
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Bucky finds out you got hurt on a mission
Thank you for the request!!! ❤️ I'm a little rusty so sorry If this was terrible :(
summary: When Bucky gets the news that the reader has been hurt, he expects the worst
content: fluff
paring: Bucky Barnes x female reader
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"Where is she?" The boom of Bucky's raised voice could be heard from the room over. A voice trying to reason from beyond but Bucky isn't seeming to have it. Instead his eyes dart over every single name on the charts outside the doors.
The hospital is vigorous, nurses and doctors shoving their way through the hall. The sounds of machines bind with the sounds of cries and yelling but Bucky is deaf to it all.
He shoved through groups of people as Sam follows behind, calling Bucky's name. Sam apologies to every person Bucky walks into or checks but they call scoffs and mention him off.
The moment Bucky sees her name he opens the door. He expects the worst, maybe even to walk in mid surgery but instead a doctor is prompt up next to her. The seated position mirrors them both as the man presses a cotton ball against the redness of her cheek.
The white ball fills with blood immediately and Bucky can't help but close the distance. A large hand presses against the other cheek and bring her gaze to worried eyes.
"Are you okay?" With how soft Bucky speaks no one would ever guess he was yelling at people to get out of the way a few seconds ago.
He gently cups the other side of her cheek, avoiding the doctors gaze as he shifts the weight of her head from hand to hand to look for any injuries. His breath hitches instantly, fingers pressing against the nasty gash on the left side of her cheek as the false appendages fill with blood.
It's ugly, red and raw. The scar itself is jagged and mishaped and if it had been two inches lower no doubt would have drained the jugular.
"Baby.." Bucky press a hiss to her forehead as a hand slips behind her neck to hold it. "Who did it?"
"I didn't see, he came out of no where."
Bucky nods softly, "You're going to need stitches."
The doctor huffs next to him, "We were just about to start before you came in."
Bucky ignores his presence completely, hand slipping into her own to squeeze it reinsuringly. "I'm right here baby."
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