#i have so many dark!steve ideas im writing

[furuyalover]

hey Mars! Can you do dark red by Steve lacy with Kenma? like they confessing to eachother and all? Thank you! (I'm sorry if it's not cleared enough)

dark red | mars & her music event

“i belong with you, and only you babyy”

— ft. kenma kozume & some cute confessions

AN: i love this song sooo much u have no idea, so i ofc loved writing this !! i had a lot of fun writing this so be prepared for a loooong read. hope u enjoyed & tysm for the ask <3

“something bad is 'bout to happen to me. i don't know what, but i feel it coming”

kenma was never one to be good at dealing with other peoples emotions, much less his own. yet he found himself often thinking, even caring, about you. it was an occurrence that was strange to him. he couldn’t understand why he felt this way, but he knew that he liked you more than anyone else.

“kenma, you realize you have a painfully obvious crush on y/n right?” his tall rooster headed said to him while pinching the bridge of his nose. dealing with kenma’s obliviousness to his crush on you had started stressin him out a lil too much.

“what? no i don’t?? she’s just my friend.” he would protest, not noticing how red the tips of his ears got whenever you were mentioned. but no matter how many times he tried denying it, kuroo was right, he did have a crush, the biggest, crush on you. yet you were oblivious to this as well

“i hink of her so much it drives me crazy. i just don't want her to leave me”

you had been friends with kenma for a while now, spending almost every day with him & his friends. but when you yourself developed feelings for him, you tried to ignore them, not wanting to ruin your friendship in case he doesn’t feel the same.

your relationship began to stray a little bit though. after finding out another girl confessed to him, you assumed he said yes, and began distancing yourself from him. not out of jealousy, you just wanted to be respectful, but also avoiding him was also the easiest way for you to stop the ache you felt in your heart over the boy you’ve been in love with.

kenma found himself missing you more than usual. where is she? why doesn’t she hangout with us that much anymore? was it something i did? he couldn’t handle not being with you daily. hell, he practically confessed his love to you to the girl who confessed to him.

“don’t you give me up, please don't give up. on me, i belong, with you, only you, babe”

when he saw you walking home after school alone, part of him was upset because usually he’s the one walking with you, but another part of him saw this as a perfect opportunity to try see why you’ve been avoiding him.

lost in your thoughts walking home, you’re startled when you hear someone call your name from afar. even more so when you realize that you recognize that name, your crush, kenma kozume.

“hey y/n wait up a sec” he calls after you sheepishly, while jogging over to meet you. “why don’t you walk with me after school anymore?” he asks slightly out of breath. steadying his breath and readjusting his jacket, he looks at you waiting for your response

at a loss for words at this awkward encounter you manage to say “well.. um, i just thiught you’d be walking with your girlfriend i guess” a look of confusion smeared on his face, he blinks a few times in disbelief of what you just said. “my what? who are you talking about?” now it’s your turn to be confused.

“that girl who confessed to you? kuroo told me about it & i figured you started dating her” the look of confusion on his face is now replaced with one of annoyance. palming his face and then rubbing his temple he retorts “oh my god im gonna kill him shit. wait is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” facing your embarrassment head on and looking at the ground, you decide you might as well tell the truth.

“yeah, i just didn’t wanna make things awkward by letting my feelings get in the way.” kenma definitely knows something’s up so he asks “what feelings..?” a slight blush creeping up on your face you confess. “i like you kenma, i’ve liked you forever probably. and i didn’t want to ruin our friendship with my own feelings” you notice a small smile form on kenma’s face, and next thing you know he’s pulling you towards him into a hug.

letting out a sigh, followed by a small laugh he confesses to you himself. “y/n, i don’t know how you never realized, but i’ve liked you the moment we met. kuroo will tell you how much i talk about you. and i even told that girl how i only have eyes for you after i rejected her.” a warm feeling fills your heart, and everything just felt so right. you know how quiet kenma can be, and how little he expresses himself, so this confession was just that more meaningful.

to reassure him & his feelings, you look at him with the biggest, genuine smile, squeezing him tightly in your hug. he places a chaste kiss on your head, then simply says, “so will you stop avoiding me now?” his heart is so full <3

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[justmeinadaze]

We're A Family Part 10 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I had many feels with this one. From this point forward I may start aging everyone up a bit just because I have some ideas with Steddie being girl dads and then Dylan needing them for advice all growing boys need. Im also drooling to get to teacher Steve... We also may throw another kid in there. Idk. Definitely not 6 @sidthedollface2 !!!

Warnings: ANGST and SMUT with a dash of fluff. Reader interacts with her mother which is always fun (I may also be dealing with things personal in this regard that flowed into my writing...), Reader and boys fight! I know! Its a small one though. She mentions feelings from her previous marriage and feeling like she isn't enough. Um...I think that it.

Word count: 4085

“Dada…da…da…”

“I know, sweetheart. I miss them to.”

You and Aurora were sitting on the floor of your bedroom while Dylan laid a few feet away patting the floor. 

“Come on, Ro. You can do it.” She giggled at her brother as she tried to take a step forward before falling back on her butt.

This was the fourth day in a row that the guys hadn’t been home in time for dinner. Eddie had been working late at the shop while Steve had stayed behind at school to work on a project he had due. You missed them terribly but you would never bring it up. They were both working so hard to take care of you and the kids but you’d be lying if you said there weren’t a few times you had some flashbacks to your previous marriage. 

You reminded yourself constantly that this was different. Charlie had always been out on the town with his friends or fucking other women behind your back. Eddie and Steve were both at work. You weren’t allowed to be angry…right? It’s ok though. The guys said tomorrow everything would go back to normal…right?

The sound of your phone ringing startled you back to reality. 

“Hello?”

“Hey! Is my son there?”

“Lynette? No, he isn’t and if he was I wouldn’t let you talk to him.”

She aggressively sighs. “Just like Wayne. So fucking self-righteous. I need to know if he’s going to the hearing.”

“Oh, well, I can answer that. No. Now leave him alone.”

Dylan laughed as you hung up the phone. “You’re so spicy, mom.”

“Yeah, it comes with old age.” He laughs harder as you laugh with him. “You want to watch a movie, weirdo?”

##################

Steve sighed as he quietly opened the front door to a relatively dark house. Like you had been doing all week, the kitchen light remained on illuminating the entryway enough for him so he could see. 

“Hey, Munson.”

“Harrington. You’re just walking in to I see?”

He nodded as he reached for the fridge door, softly smiling at the food you left behind for them. 

“We don’t deserve her.” As he turns back around, he notices Eddie reading the note you left behind. Even though you could text them, you always left a note on the counter giving them a play by play of the evening. The metalhead hands it to Steve as he retrieves a beer and leans against the counter. 

“Eddie and Steve,

Dylan insisted on Chinese food so I ordered you both something and left it in the fridge. He had a good day and even told me about a new girl in his class :P. I think he likes her.

Ro still hasn’t got walking down. Our son keeps calling to her like she’s a dog and all she does is laugh lol She has definitely mastered crawling for sure. I saved the lives of one of your guitars, Ed!

She asks for you guys a lot. At night while we’re watching tv, she’ll point or look around and call out for ‘dada’. She misses you two…we all do…

Eddie, baby, your mom called my phone tonight looking for you asking about the hearing. I told her you didn’t want to go. I wanted to give you a heads up just in case she tries calling you to.

I love you both so much,

Y/N <3 “

“Steve, one of us should at least be here.”

“I know… I don’t know what to fucking do, Eddie. This is a big project for the semester and then I have to still go to work and make money. What about you?”

“I’m working to, man. I have more responsibility now and not just here. I…”, he exhales as he heads for the stairs. “I’m too fucking tired.”

Their hearts break when they enter the bedroom, finding all three of you asleep on the bed. Steve carefully picks up Aurora from your chest as Eddie pries Dylan from your hip, carrying them to their respective areas. 

Without even changing, they threw themselves into bed next to you, pulling you into their embrace as they fell asleep. 

#############

When you woke up, they were both already gone for work. The only reason you knew they even came home was because you could still smell their scent lingering in the sheets. 

For the rest of the Saturday, you busied yourself around the house to make the time go by faster. Eddie and Steve were supposed to come home by 6 but the anger didn’t start to rise until 7 when neither of them had come back yet. Stomping to your phone you noticed a few texts you had missed. Steve said that the group he was working with in his class had some free time so he was going to run to one of their houses to finish up their project and Eddie said he had to work late again but promised he’d be home by 8 at the latest. 

You fumed as you paced in the kitchen. They promised today everything would go back to normal. They told you things were going to go back to how they were so they could at least see the kids before they went to bed. Without thinking it through you grabbed your phone and texted them a response.

“Fuck you both.”

Thirty minutes later, both boys angrily barreled into the house, shocked to find not you but Kierra in the living room. 

“I don’t know what you two did but my sister is pissed.”

“Where is she?”

“She said she needed to let off some steam.”

“Kierra, come on, we know you know where she is.”

Your sister glared in their direction, rising to her feet with Aurora on her hip. 

“Dada. Dada.”, she clapped reaching for Steve.

“I’m taking them to my house to spend the night. Talk to her, gentlemen. Y/N can handle a lot but she won’t put up with another Charlie.” It was their turn to glare, hating being compared to your douchebag ex. “She’s at The Hideout. Bring your shield and swords. My sister isn’t exactly a happy drunk.”

##############

I’m not supposed to be angry. I’m not supposed to be angry. I’m not—” 

You chugged back the liquid in your glass as you lit another one of Eddie’s cigarettes. You imagined you looked pretty pathetic in a dark bar, smoking a cigarette in a shirt and jacket that were two sizes too big but you needed them close to you. Eddie’s jacket and one of Steve’s button up shirts were blanketed in their smells that had you hugging yourself as you tried to push back the tears that tried to run down your face. 

“Man trouble?” Your eyes shoot up to meet your moms as she sits diagonal from you at the bar, ordering a drink of her own as she lights up the cigarette in her mouth. “I swear me being here is a coincidence. It seems Mrs. Harrington and I don’t have a lot to talk about these days. Plus, she spends less time at that country club now that she’s at your house more.”

“Can I just drink alone, please?”, you whine. 

Your mother nods as she takes a sip of the martini that was handed to her. “How’s, um, how’s Dylan?”

“You would know if you bothered to come by or even call.” She looks down as you snap at her, immediately feeling guilty. “He’s doing ok. He plays baseball now and is dead set on teaching Aurora how to walk.”

“Is that the baby’s name?”

“My daughter, your granddaughter? Yes, it is.”

Your mother sighs as she turns to fully face you. “I don’t have a problem with her. I hope you know that. Janet showed me some pictures of her. She’s really beautiful.”

“No, you just have a problem with her mother being together with her fathers.”

“That’s what I’m talking about, Y/N! She has ONE father. ONE parent. How are you going to explain that to her when she gets older. Hell, how are you going to explain it to her now?! I imagine for a toddler that will be extremely confusing. And have you even considered what school will be like for her?! You’re so selfish, Y/N.”

You chugged down the rest of the liquor in your glass as you began to subtly cry. You already felt selfish for being angry with the boys…this is the last thing you needed. 

“Y/N, let me call Eddie to pick you up!”

“I’m not driving, Nick!”, you shouted as you exited the bar.

As you began your trek into the parking lot, your mother’s voice floated from behind you. 

“Y/N, come on. Let me drive you home.”

“Don’t!”, you snap as you turn on her. “Don’t pretend like you fucking care about me now. Don’t patronize me and pretend like you give a fuck about me or my kids! You told Charlie all about my life and things he didn’t need to fucking know which kick started a brand-new custody filing which fucking back fired because even a court so far seems to think my home is better than his! He felt so cornered he took him from school without telling me and got arrested. Did you know that?”

“Did you know that no one makes fun of Dylan at school and most of his friends think it’s ‘cool’ he has three parents? Of course, my son doesn’t care about that. All he cares about is the fact that he finally has men in his life who are there and actually make him feel wanted!”

This was a long time coming. Everything you been holding in was finally spilling out of you and you couldn’t reel it back in. A hand suddenly touched your arm but you didn’t bother turning around. At that moment, it didn’t matter. 

“Y/N, baby, come on.”, Steve murmured before you yanked out of his grasp.

“Aurora may only be one but believe it or not she understands that these two are her father. Biologically, yes, one helped make her but it takes more than that to be a parent but you wouldn’t understand anything about that, would you? I haven’t seen you in almost 2 years and why?! Because I found two good people I love and love me back? Jesus, you’re right. I am fucking selfish! I’m not perfect!”

As you spoke, Eddie and Steve tried to pull you towards the car but you kept fighting to get out of their grasp. 

“Why am I not enough for you?”

Eddie finally stepped in front of you, blocking your mom from your view as he grabbed your biceps forcing you to look at him. 

“Stop! Stop... Get in the car, sweetheart.”

Steve opened the back door, guiding you in before facing your mom. “You know, for someone who cares about how people perceive her, you give off a really shitty image. Maybe it’s time to consider if you’re trying to impress the right people.”

#############

You barge into the house and head straight for the liquor cabinet in the kitchen.

“Fucking child proof...garbage…ugh!”, you whine as you aggressively pull on the child lock attached to the door.

“You don’t need anymore alcohol, Y/N.” Both men were leaning against opposite counters watching you. 

“I’m sorry, Steven, but you don’t get to tell me what to do. I’m an adult—”

“Whose acting like a child.”, Eddie cut you off.

“Said the man who acts like a kid 24/7.” You glare at them as you exhale. “Fuck this. I’m going to bed.” As you tried to head towards the stairs, they both cut you off. “Move.”

“Or what?”, Steve challenged. 

It had been awhile since you saw this version them; the angry version that didn’t mind playing into your attitude with a fury of their own. 

Turning on your heels, you planned to go around the counter through the living room but Eddie cut you off. 

“What was that text about? ‘Fuck you both.’”

“You BOTH promised me you would be home today?!”

“Sorry, honey. Shit came up. It’s not like we’re out on the town or having any fucking fun! Eddie and I are working our asses off!”

“So do I! I work an 8hr shift AND come home to take care of TWO kids alone!”

“We talked about this, Y/N. You knew when Steve started school and I took that promotion our schedules would be tight. You said you were fine with it.”

“Well maybe I’m not! And tight is completely different that not seeing you at all.”

“What do we do then, huh? You want me to quit my job so we can scrape by for the next year and a half? Maybe, Ed can go back to his old position that he hated. At least everyone would be fucking happy!”

You marched outside, slamming the backdoor as you lit a fresh cigarette. 

“Hey! Don’t walk away! We aren’t done.”

“I DON’T KNOW!”, you screamed. Your hands beginning to shake as the tears started to flow again. “I don’t know, Eddie. I-I know I’m not allowed to be angry and I know that you guys aren’t doing anything wrong or anything like that. But I hear Dylan talk and see Aurora search for you…then I go to bed alone and I just…I feel like I did when I was married to Charlie.”

“That’s…”, Steve aggressively sighs as he tries to control his temper. “That’s not fair, Y/N.”

“I know but, fuck. Maybe I am selfish.”

“If there’s one thing you’re not, sweetheart, it’s selfish. Don’t bring your mom’s ignorance into this because what she thinks about you and us doesn’t matter. What I do want to focus on is you’re the second person today to compare us to your ex and I don’t fucking like it.”

“Me either.”, Steve chimed in.

“Y/N, we know you went through a lot with him and still are but we aren’t him. How would you feel if we said something you did reminded us of Emily.” You cringed at the thought. “Exactly. We would never fucking hurt you the way Charlie did and we would never fucking give up on you either.” You made a funny face in his direction so Eddie continued. 

“Baby, he stopped fighting for you the moment he cheated on you. Fucking asshole was so petty he wouldn’t even let the mother of his child and son stay in their home.”

“If he hadn’t done that though, I never would have met you two.” You flashed them a slanted smile as you wiped your eyes. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking when I sent that text earlier. You know me, I saw red and… I was just so excited you guys were going to be home.”

Your gaze shifted between theirs as something quickly passed through their eyes, something you hadn’t seen directed towards you since living across from them...

 “I’m going to go get ready for bed.” You grin again, tossing the cigarette into the ashtray before swishing past them into the house. 

A hand abruptly grabs your shoulder, spinning you around as lips crash to yours. The many rings on his fingers tells you its Eddie as he pushes you against the living room wall. There’s a neediness to both your energies as he hastily unbuttons your pants and slides his hand under the waistband of your panties, making you moan as he roughly inserts two of his fingers into your cunt. 

You cling to his neck as he sucks on yours, thrusting into you at an aggressive pace. 

“E-Eddie… slow…oh my god…slow down.”

Without a word, he does as you ask, choosing to curl his fingers deep inside of you. Your legs began to shake as you reached down to grip his wrist. You tried to pull at his hair to look at his face but his lips remained attached to your neck. Instead, you searched for Steve, finding him leaning beside you both, his eyes overshadowed with that determination you saw before. 

Tonight, it was just you three and it had been so long since you had been together not just sexually but intimately. You were hurting and so were they. They missed you as much as you missed them and tonight they were going to show you how much. Tonight, the house belonged to you guys and they were going to make you scream their names so all of Hawkins understood you were theirs, no matter what.

You moan his name repeatedly as you cum, yanking Steve’s shirt to bring his lips to yours. As soon as Eddie removed his hand, the other man lifted you into his arms, bringing you into the kitchen and placing you on the island in the middle. The metalhead came around to grip your waist as Steve aggressively tugged off your jeans and panties. 

After pulling you closer to the edge, he threw off his shirt before kneeling, opening your legs wider, and wrapping his mouth around your clit. His motions were just as fast as Eddie, not allowing you much time to catch your breath. Lips and teeth warmed your breast as Eddie switched between the two. 

“I…guys…please…fuck…” You were struggling to form words as they both overwhelmed your senses. The sharp, cold temperature of the granite hit your back as you laid flat against it, thrusting your hips against the man’s face till you felt the coil snap and you came again. Eddie lifted you, placing you on your feet, and turning you so your back was to his chest. 

He fumbled with his belt as he walked you towards the stairs, kicking them and his boxers to the side as you fall forward onto the steps. The man licks his hand, pumping himself a few times before pushing into you as you moan. His fingers clung to your hips as he thrust into you, the obscene sound of skin hitting skin filling the area. 

Footsteps echoed beside you as Steve pushed off his own attire tossing it to the ground. After sliding himself in front of you, your hands grip his thighs for support as you encase his cock with your lips. 

He grunts at the feeling as you moan and bob your head, pulling your hair into a ponytail so he can watch you take him. Eddie falls forward, grinding into your pussy hard as his hands roam your now sweaty body. 

You lift your head, continuing to jerk him as fast as you can, shouting Eddie’s name as you hurtle quickly over that ledge again. He groans as you flutter around him, pulling out before taking you in his arms as he heads for the bedroom. 

Throwing you onto your back on the mattress, he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and breaches your entrance again as he chases his high. Steve climbs up beside you, licking his fingers and reaching between you to rub your swollen clit. 

“Please…I can’t…again…too much…” They both silently continue what they were doing, lost in you and the moment. Eddie grunts as he cums, thrusting his hips till he empties inside of you. 

Steve takes over as the other boy pulls out and backs away, sliding himself into you before pushing your legs together and turning you on your side. This position had him deeper inside of you then you had ever felt as you gripped the sheets for support, needing to hold on to something as he smacked his hips against yours. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand reaching for yours, quickly reaching over to take it as he gripped you tightly. The sound of your whimpers and moans escalated until you couldn’t hold back anymore, crying and shouting Steve’s name into the darkness. His body folded over your own slightly as his rhythm sputtered and he came, rope after rope filling you up. 

The room feel quiet except for your sniffles into the blankets. Someone gently lifted you into their arms and carried you to the bathroom before placing you on your feet by the tub. Looking up, you met Eddie’s soft brown eyes as he smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. A loud grunt left him as you practically tackled him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you cried into his chest. Steve came up behind you, hugging you as he rested his cheek on your head. 

They waited for the bathtub to fill before releasing you, holding your hand as you stepped inside and immediately tugged your knees under your chin as they joined you. After Steve delicately pulled up your hair, he tenderly ran his palms along your shoulders and down your arms as Eddie cleaned your body. 

“I don’t like this…the silence…” The only reason you knew they heard you was because their movements paused for a moment before they continued. “Please say something.”

“You’re more than enough.” Your eyes met Eddie’s in total confusion. “You asked your mom why you weren’t enough and I know part of the reason you feel the way you’ve been feeling is because Charlie made you believe that to. You’re MORE than enough. You are everything.”

“You’re not selfish for feeling the way you’ve been feeling, Y/N.”, Steve continued after. “We miss you to and the kids. When you said Dylan has been trying to show Ro how to walk more, I panicked like what if we weren’t here when she finally did?”

You sighed as you leaned against his chest.

“We finished our project so I’m done there and, of course, the semester ends next week so I’ll be home more. Maybe next semester, I can cut back on some of my hours at work. Things might be a bit tight but…”

“Maybe not.”

“What do you mean, Ed?”

“The owner of the shop, Scott? He’s retiring after the new year. Part of the reason I’ve been staying late is because… he’s been talking about giving the garage to me.”

“Eddie, oh my god. That’s amazing!” You lean forward wrapping your arms around his neck. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up including my own if he decided against it. But, baby, this would mean I could be home more and we would have more money. Steve could even solely focus on school but knowing him he would insist on continuing to work.”

“You’re not wrong.”, Steve chuckles. 

“But what about music? Corroded Coffin?”

“I can practice more with them to. Sweetheart, I’m not going to become a rockstar in the next year.”, he laughs. 

“You’re already a rockstar to me.”, you smile as you kiss his lips.

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“Oh hey, look. The entire Munson-Harrington clan came to get you guys AND they seem happy.”, Kierra grins as she opens her door wider to allow you three into her home. “Did you fall on your knees and beg for forgiveness?”

“Eh something like that.”, Eddie laughs. 

“Your mother was at the bar to last night. I’m not sure if she told you that.”

Your sister sighed at Steve’s comment. “I swear to God, that woman can be so…ugh! What did she say, Y/N?” When you didn’t answer, she turned to face you, noticing your eyes focusing on the kids. 

Dylan was holding Aurora’s hand allow her to balance before letting her go. She took one wobbly step forward before falling on her butt and smiling up at him. You sunk to your knees placing yourself a small distance away from her. Your son lifted her up again, holding her hand as he guided her towards you before letting her go. She stood still just for a moment as she looked your way. 

“Come here, baby. I missed you. Give mama a hug?”

You reached out your arms as she giggled before slowly taking two steps forward. She almost fell catching herself on her hands before pushing back to a standing position. 

“Ma…mama!”

She took two more determined steps by herself before falling into your lap. 

“Oh, Wayne’s going to hate that.”, Eddie grinned. 

“God job, Ro.” Steve kissed her forehead as she keened into your neck. 

“Get ready, boys. Here comes the fun part. Running after a toddler around a two story house with sticky fingers.”, Kierra laughed as she wrapped her arms around you leaning her head on the Aurora’s back. 

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[2knightt]

Hey love sorry to bother but I had an idea for a fic and I’m like DYING for someone to write it

So basically reader is Johnny’s gf and he takes her to meet the gang but they don’t really like her cause she’s a soc so they kick her out and tell Johnny that he should be w her ikr smth but THEN they find reader crying at the park when another soc comes hitting on her but she’s all like NO I HAVE A BF and then the gang realises she actually loves Johnny

SORRY I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY

it’s kinda specific so no worries if you don’t wanna do it ❤️

↳hit the road, jack!₊˚✧

➬ johnny cade x soc!reader

a/n; i swear im done with the shit posting lol back on the grind frlz. i didnt proofread this…lolz.

“i’m so nervous johnny, i-i can’t do it! what if they don’t like me?”

you said— half shouting, half asking.

johnny chuckled, obviously nervous.

he, himself, didn’t even know if they’d like you.

you were a soc, and the gang holds so many grudges against soc’s, johnny can’t even count em on his own two hands.

“they’ll love you, i swear.”

he said, grabbing your hands while giving you a reassuring smile.

you took a deep breath in and then a deep breath out as johnny knocked on the curtis door.

a big, tall, scary looking guy answered the door.

he looked you up and down, and you could just tell he didn’t like you.

but nonetheless, he welcomed you in.

he shook your hand, where he told you his name was darry.

lovely name, you thought as you walked in.

6 intimating dudes sat in the living room, staring at you as you walked in.

the tension was so thick you could cut it with the knife.

you thought you’d try to lift the mood by giving an awkward smile and a wave.

but that only seemed to thicken the tension.

“who’s this?”

“my uh—my girlfriend.”

johnny answered the dark haired boy, he appeared to be dallas winston—the grease everyone knew about.

“mh.”

he said back, turning his head to face the other direction.

johnny awkwardly chuckled and leaned into your ear.

he started pointing at each and every boy sitting there, telling you their names.

the smaller one was ponyboy—odd name, but who are you to judge?

sodapop—another weird name…are they all like this? you wondered.

two-bit, apparently it’s just a nickname.

steve and dallas.

you didn’t need to hear their names to know they don’t want you here.

steve got up and asked for johnny in the kitchen.

when your boyfriend left, you swear you could’ve heard a grain of sand drop.

darry, the nicest one out of them all to you so far, tried to ask you questions about yourself.

“so, what’s your name?”

“y/n. it’s uh—lovely to meet you!”

“likewise.”

and from then on, it was silent again.

you heard steve and johnny talking in the kitchen, it was hard to be quiet in a dead silent house.

“a soc, johnny? a goddamn soc?”

“yeah? so what?”

“have you forgotten what they did to you? or ANY of us?”

the gang smiled at the sentence—almost like they were proud of their friend for putting you down.

“no, of course i haven’t! but she wasn’t apart of that—she’s my girlfriend. not those soc’s that kicked the tar out of us!”

“well she might as well be. she looks the part—what if it’s a prank, johnny? ever thought of that?”

you heard steve ask johnny.

you wanted to cry, cry, cry.

your relationship was a joke to them and they hated you.

your tears started to get watery the more you thought about it.

“i uh, i gotta go. ‘m sorry—gotta go finish something. tell johnny i said bye.”

you announced, rushing out of the house.

the second you stepped out, the tears started to stream down your cheeks.

you started to run to the empty lot, you knew nobody goes there. it’d be safe, right?

well, that’s what you thought.

a bunch of greasers were already there and you didn’t want to humiliate yourself more, so you walked faster past the lot.

you sat in at a park bench near your house.

you always went there when you had nowhere else to go.

you couldn’t go home crying, your father would kill johnny. even if it wasn’t his fault.

“y/n? are you okay?”

you heard a voice ask.

you looked up and saw your friend who you haven’t spoken to in a long time.

“micheal? oh shi—i’m sorry.”

“no-no, it’s fine. what’s wrong?”

he asked, sitting beside you and placing a hand on your lower back for comfort.

“my boyfriend’s friends don’t like me, micheal! he said they’re like his family—so it ain’t never gonna work out!”

“well—i’m always here. i always thought you were a cute gal, ya know?”

your eyes went wide.

huh?

“what?”

you heard several footsteps but you pushed that detail aside to put your full attention on the situation at hand.

“i mean, if you were to end things..i AM right here. always liked you, ya know?”

“i still have a boyfriend, micheal. just because we hit a rough patch doesn’t mean we broke up.”

you spoke, your eyebrows furrowed.

what the hell was he on?

“are you INSANE, micheal?! ugh! and here i thought i could get some comfort from a FRIEND!”

you shouted, standing up and walking away.

you heard micheal kiss his teeth as you walked away.

you heard a pair of feet rush after you and you just prayed it wasn’t micheal.

“never thought i’d see you shout at someone like that, y/n!”

you heard johnny say from your left side as he caught up to you.

“johnny?! what’re you doin’? ain’t you supposed to be with your friends?”

“that’s actually why i’m HERE.”

he answered, exaggerating the last part while looking behind the two of you.

that only caused you to look behind yourself, to see your boyfriend’s friends—looking guilty.

everyone stopped walking. the gang exchanged awkward looks as everyone stood there.

“well?”

you heard your boyfriend ask the gang, with a little bit of sass in his voice.

the gang felt terrible.

they thought you were just playing a cruel prank on johnny—they just wanted to protect him.

when johnny heard that you left, he exploded on everyone.

he shouted about how if they treated you nicer, you wouldn’t have left. how if they would push their grudges away, you wouldn’t have thought johnny was a bitch.

they didn’t want to apologize, but they wanted johnny to be happy.

they still thought it was a prank until they seen you push an attractive soc away.

“we’re uh, we’re sorry y/n.”

“yeah, but you gotta understand—”

steve said, trying to defend himself until johnny interrupted him.

“she ain’t gon’ understand NOTHIN’! just tell her you’re sorry and that you’ll give ‘er a chance!”

they all sighed—with even more guilty looks.

they each apologized, one by one.

darry, the one who’s still the nicest to you, asked if you’d like to restart.

and you happily agreed!

when you got to the curtis house, you found out that you shared more in common with the greasers than you thought.

the more you and the gang got to talk, the more they liked you.

the more they began to like you, the wider johnny’s smile got.

may 29th, 2023. 7:39PM

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #johnny cade x reader #johnny x reader #soc!reader

[thorniest-rose]

hello 🖤 out of curiosity what kind of stuff do you consider dark? because i want to write dark stuff for steddie but don’t want backlash. i wonder if what I consider dark is too much, but to know there was an audience for certain things would really help me to go for it. ( for example i love age gaps and want to do 30-40 year old Eddie with teen Steve: dad/babysitter, rockstar/groupie, motorcycle daddy/runaway, teacher/student [dare i say stepfather/stepson sksksk] etc. but have received crit for like, 2 year difference ) and i wonder if it’s the content itself or how it’s handled? because when people write age difference/incest without highlighting how creepy the older one feels it doesn’t *feel* dark if that makes sense. (your eddie is clearly aware of what he is so there’s dark energy to it) but maybe im wrong. i would genuinely love to hear your thoughts. 🖤🖤

hi there!! oh this is such an interesting question, thank you so much.

So what do I consider dark? It's difficult in a way because everyone has different thresholds and comfort levels when it comes to fic, I have a very high threshold and not many triggers. For me, dark fic that I'm interested in reading and writing includes dysfunctional, destructive relationships where there's obsession, jealousy, codependency and control at play, but where both people like it, and don't want to change or have a healthier dynamic or set firmer boundaries. Sometimes I like reading fic about relationships that are abusive and I enjoy reading and writing fic where there's dubious consent (or even non-con) and BDSM relationships where there isn't good etiquette and where there aren't standard things like safewords. Like I love when the sub belongs to the Dom and the Dom calls all the shots and says they know what their sub needs. It's not how relationships should be irl of course, but it's all fantasy.

I love age difference fics too! I would love to write a fic with teen Steve where Eddie's in his 30s, I think that would be so wrong and hot. Like I love all the things and dynamics you've mentioned in your ask! And I think it's such a shame that people feel too frightened to write dark fic a lot of the time, or that they've been made to feel gross and weird for wanting to explore dark and more complex dynamics. Or even just enjoy things without feeling judged for it. So I'm sorry that you want to write fics like this but feel like you can't because of potential backlash. And I wish I could advise more on what things could cause backlash and what won't, because in the past I've had so much hate and abuse for things I've written but in this fandom I've had hardly any abuse at all, so it's really hard to quantify.

I would say this, completely genuinely, that I think you should write whatever you want because you shouldn't have to censor yourself or repress what you want to write. I can guarantee there will always be an audience for it, and people who will be so excited to read darker fic and dynamics. It might be a smaller audience, but it'll be very enthusiastic, and that'll make it completely worth it. If you want to be cautious too, you could have an ao3 account that's separate to your main account to post dark fic, or you could moderate comments. And if you do get shitty people, ignore them and delete any abuse you get. I've found in the past that it's when I give people air and try to engage with them that they get worse. But when I completely ignore them, they get starved of oxygen and give up. And usually if people say anything, it's just a small group of nasty people too, it'll never be as many people as you fear it could be.

There's also the chance that no one will say anything mean and people will love your fics! And if you feel passionately about your ideas, you should go for it! I'm on the cusp of posting a fic that's pretty dark, where intoxicated Steve is being used by multiple men for sex at a party, and the fic I'm writing with Azriel is probably the darkest fic in this fandom, it explores so many uncomfortable topics and will be so dead dove. And because of that we except it to have a smaller readership than a lot of other fics, but we also know the small group of people who do read it will love it, and that makes it so worth it. Plus it's so freeing to finally write a dark fic without feeling like I have to restrain myself, so you should feel free to do it too.

So please, I hope this has helped and encouraged you, even a little. And if you do write any of these fic ideas, let me know because I'd love to read them!!! <3

#asks #tw abuse #tw non-con

[thestobingirlie]

the amount of steddie fics that basically glorify abuse just really gets me.

especially when its just waved away by steve as 'well I was an asshole in high school so i deserve it'

I'm 100% team let robin murder eddie in these fics, no one gets to hurt her soulmate without having to pay the price.

(also im pretty sure some of the kids would just need the words 'eddie hurt steve' and they'd be down to help hide the body, no questions asked, no details needed)

so many of them also seem to forget that abuse isn't always physical. they take the idea of 'well he's not hitting him, so its not abuse' but it can be emotional, psychological or financial as well.

it's one of the things i hate about the rockstar eddie/ normal guy steve aus, because so many of them slip in subtle financial abuse. with Eddie basically holding it over steves head that it's because of him being a rockstar that they can afford their life together.

if people want to write fics that have the topic of abuse they just need to approach it carefully, its one of the most difficult topics out there. Just as long as they tag it/warn for it and they stop glorifying it.

oh my god, when fic authors play make believe just so they can excuse the terrible way eddie treats steve. just why.

robin and the kids would team up to rip eddie apart. they’re not letting the way he treat steve slide. though, of course these fics usually have them also treating steve like utter shit.

i really do think some people need to look up domestic abuse. because they’re writing a horrific relationship and honestly thinking it’s sweet. (and yeah, rockstar eddie is really just a feeding ground for abusive behaviour. steve is constantly isolated and alone, and totally dependant on eddie)

i actually really enjoy darker fics! i think fics that deal with more complex topics, and dive into mental health, etc, can be incredibly well written and entertaining. the issue is these people don’t realise they’re writing a dark fic. they think it’s fluff!! it’s easy to glorify something when you don’t recognise there’s anything wrong with what you’re writing.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #asks #anon

[starrystevie]

I saw you were (planning on?) writing a story about that one idea of Wayne seeing Steve lying on the road where Eddie died.... when can we look forward to reading it? If it's still in progress, please consider this a message of support!! I am waiting with eyes emojis. Anything you can tell us about it?

yes, it is in the making right now!! im really bad about making chapter updates so i haven’t posted anything for it yet because i want to wait until i have it finished. and with all the wips i have, i don’t know when that will be. it also is kind of heavy for me to write which means i’ve taken too many breaks while writing it.

thank you (and everyone who has shown it love) so so much for the encouragement!! it truly does mean a lot. in repayment, here are links to me talking about it (synopsis here and snippet here) along with a bit of the opening scene from it!

The world around Eddie Munson was unendingly, unyieldingly black.

He opened his eyes, life sputtering through his chest with a heaving breath, something wet seeping through his clothes. The water (was it water?) or blood (it could be blood-) was freezing his skin, rippling around him silently.

It was eerily quiet wherever he was, without any sort of sound in the surrounding darkness. He closed his eyes once more to fight against his racing heartbeat, fight against the nothingness that was consuming him.

Eddie forced his eyes open once more. He took a deep breath that echoed around him, shaking and broken and not enough to calm his fluttering bird of a heart.

He counted to 3. Get up when you get to 5, he told himself.

He counted to 5, get up when you get to 10.

He counted to 10, get up when you-

A sob broke through him, tearing at his lungs that felt like embers and his throat that felt as if it were coated in glass and his bones that were too heavy and his skin that was torn and everything burned. How could he get up? How could he move? How could he do anything but will all this pain to bleed into the cold nothingness surrounding him?

There was no way he was alive, he knew that. Eddie had watched as Dustin was pulled into Robin’s arms as he wept over him, heard a deep scream that he couldn’t place, saw the bright light or what the fuck ever people swore by. 

Eddie let himself grieve, just for a moment. A moment that turned into minutes that bled into time that he couldn’t keep up with. He didn’t know how long he laid there weeping for a life he used to know. A life that wasn’t unendingly, unyieldingly black. 

#this got long so sorry but that was the best stopping point #my writing #hi so uhhhhh what started as a single steve harrington headcanon turned into this #answered #eddie munson #will i ever post a fanfiction that is not a one shot the world may never know

[wtfhasmy-lifecometo]

So, first off, lemme introduce myself.

My name is Kay, at least that’s what I go by, my full name is Mikayla, but I prefer Kay. I tend to have many and I mean MANY hyperfixations on fictional characters, specifically marvel based. Marvel is my area of expertise, well to a degree. I do write for LOTR and Hobbit characters as well! It’s been a hot minute but I believe I can still do well with that field.

I enjoy writing! So please! If you ever have any ideas for the characters listed below from Marvel or LOTR/Hobbit. Please send requests my way! I’m better at writing when I have dreams about specific characters or if someone gives me ideas, because my neurodivergent brain can’t just simply come up with an idea on the spot.

I’ve made a post previously, but like, many many months ago about what I write, but this post will be pinned. I will go over what I write and don’t write again, I only write certain things because others I’m not familiar with writing, that or not comfortable with it.

Current characters that I write for:

Marvel

Loki Laufeyson

Tony Stark

Steve Roger’s

Bucky Barnes

Norman Osborn

Peter Parker/Spiderman

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Stephen Strange

Otto Octavius

I will eventually add more characters!

LOTR/Hobbit:

Thranduil

Legolas

Lindir

Elrond

Feren

Kili

Fili

Thorin

Tauriel

Good Omens

Crowley

Aziraphale

Star Wars (Sequels)

Armitage Hux

Kylo Ren

(More will be added as I go)

Things I will write:

Fluff

Angst

I will write character x reader relationships, I will write parental figure character x reader, I will write platonic! Character x reader as well!

Things I WON’T write:

NSFW (at least not yet, I’ve never written it, therefore I’m not super familiar with it tbh, eventually I will come around to writing it! Im still starting out!

Incest, I do not condone it

I will not write non-con/rape fics

I won’t write dark fics, unless it is an angst fic. Such as sinister strange, I will write for characters like him as I can write angst fics with him included.

Most of my fics will be gender neutral based! If you want a Fem! Reader or male! reader please lmk

Because I am still relatively new to writing (I’ve only written maybe a maximum of 5? Fics?) if there is any other ideas you guys have that I can add to this post, please let me know! I need feedback! Any type of advice is good, unless it’s crude. If you’re going to be downright mean then don’t bother.

Requests are currently closed! If they are closed, please try to refrain from sending me asks, I will open them once I feel ready to do so. If they’re open, It may take me a few days tops to get to you as I work 5 days a week, but please do not hesitate to send in a request! Xx 😚

—->MasterList <—-

#peter parker x reader #stephen strange x reader #dr strange x reader #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki x reader #norman osborn x reader #otto octavius x reader #bucky barnes x reader #I think I have an issue but that’s okay 👍 #lindir x reader #elrond x reader #thranduil imagines

[luvsellie]

wait am I the only one who really wants to know more about your tlou dr...

im currently trying to shift there and I didn't knew about the letter thing so ofc I'm gonna start doing it but there's something I didn't understand.. do you ask ellie things in the letter? or did i misunderstood...

you’re not the only one dw ! i had an anon ask to hear more about it, so im going to link this post when i answer them :)

as for the letter thing…boy do i have a few stories to tell you. first, though, we’ll start w/ an explanation.

basically, you write to a person in your dr. the letter doesn’t have to be long, but you need to talk to them as if you’re already in the reality. i ‘act’ as if i’m just on a trip or out doing something. the most important thing that you have to do to get results is, after you’ve said what you’ve wanted to say, ask for something in return. examples include strawberry mochi, a mushroom, or a penny. BUT these items/things have to be things that you don’t normally see. and when they are ‘delivered,’ they don’t necessarily have to be material, they can be a picture or simply just mentioned. afterward you’ve signed off on the letter, you can rip it up, burn it (SAFELY), or simply forget about it. the idea is to not think about it. let it go. most importantly, HAVE FAITH THAT YOU WILL GET WHAT YOU ASKED FOR !

i’ll provide some of my own experiences below :) please keep in mind, though, that i have done this before my tlou dr. i have plenty of other desired realities that i do this with.

— the first time i wrote a letter to ellie i asked for a snake. it was simple and i never saw them in my every day life. WELL fast forward like a day, when i’m in the cafeteria at my high school, and my friends are playing this game on their phones. i was busy talking to my other friend, so i wasn’t really paying attention. at least that was until they were deciding which colored snake avatar they wanted to be. as they decided, my head literally whipped in their direction to see what they were looking at, and, low and behold, there were two blue and red snakes on the screens. i was SUPER excited, and i kid you not after that i saw snakes EVERYWHERE.

— okay, this story occurred like last month. after careful consideration, i decided that from now on, i would work on a theme. everything that i would ask for would be in correlation to tlou/ellie. so, i asked her for a dinosaur. no specificities, just a plain old dino. babe…she sent me SO. MANY. DINOSAURS🧍‍♀️it was constantly one after the other, and when i went to a local craft store to buy yarn the same day, THERE WERE A SHIT TON OF DINOSAUR FIGURINES 😭😭

— this one is super short and simple, but i asked for a space ship (for obvious reasons hehe). this one also occurred at my school, but an organization was hosting a small booth and spreading awareness on mental health in teens and young adults. they were handing out pins and when they gave one to me IT HAD A SPACE SHIP ON IT :,)

— i saved the best for last ✋ THIS ONE MAKES ME SMILE CAUSE IT HAPPENED LIKE LAST WEEK BUT i was writing to ellie and telling her to listen to some lana del rey songs that make me think of her. in return i asked for a guitar. after i had put my journal away, and i put in airpods to listen to music, i clicked shuffle on my ‘ellie’ playlist. THE SONG THAT PLAYED WAS DARK RED BY STEVE LACY !! AND, IF YOURE NOT AWARE, THE COVER HAS A GUITAR IN IT 😫 i literally couldn’t stop smiling, and now every time i hear that song my mind instantly goes to ellie. it’s like she sent me a song in return for sending her some :)

well, ig that’s a wrap on the whole letter situation and my experiences with it :D i hope this helped and gave you some motivation to shift !! <3

#luvsellie :: mailbox #luvsellie speaks :3 #luvsellie :: shifting

[zvdvdlvr]

⭐ -> star! ships. send your sexuality, gender, and a description of yourself and what fandoms you're in. ( as long as i'm in said fandom lol ) ill ship you with 1 or 2 characters!

I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/her. I'm in the Harry Potter, marvel and stranger things fandoms!

I'm fairly introverted and it takes me a while to warm up to people. I love reading, my room is filled with stacks of books. I especially enjoy mysteries, poetry and Russian literature!I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, pulling harmless pranks, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything. I love helping out and people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'd consider myself really smart and I'm very ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I daydream a lot and I'm a hopeless romantic! I enjoy all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down! I'm a taurus and a ravenclaw

Thank you very much!! Congrats on the milestone, here's to so many more followers ❤️

Thank you so much :((( <333

I do apologize though if this is bad, as i have never done this before. I love seeing those posts witg like people requesting ships with themselves and other characters and i thought it was cool so i wanted to try and im rambling but you get the point

From the MCU, i ship you with:

Loki Laufeyson

and

Peter Parker/Spiderman

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 would definately have you read to him on a lazy morning/midday! Loki would love hearing about any random thoughts/daydreams you have. Would 100 percent help you decide on outfits and collaborate with you every once in awhile. When you and Loki inevitably find yourselves in Avenger's tower, you both would definately pull a couple pranks ( loki would probably take the fall for you lol ). Any drawing or sketch you gift Loki would be kept in a special spot and would never be crinkled, lost, or torn. I feel like you and loki would probably banter quite a bit ( nothing harmful! ) just to hear your smart remarks- Loki loves what your brain can come up with in the heat of the moment!!

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 would fanboy over the way you dress since he isnt one to dress up unless theres a really good reason and overall you just look good🤷. If its tom holland spidey you like, peter would tell you about his spiderman thang when you started dating or whatvs idk. WORSHIPS the advice you give him- and probably says some 'damn thats pretty smart why didn't i think about that?' when you put in your two cents about his issues. OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY I HAVE AN IDEA THAT I MIGHT WRITE A BLIRB OR SMTH ABOUT: when you paint realistic portraits and you need like a change of scenery or just something natural to take inspiration from, peter would have you pack up some water bottles, cups, snacks, your canvases, and paints in a drawstring and swing to a relatively natural environemnt ( i.e: a minimal amount of buildings, yada yada yada) and talk to you or listen to music while you painted

From the Stranger Things universe I ship you with...

Steve Harrington

i <3 my babyboy

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 ( season 2+ ) would looooove taking it slow and letting you warm up to him- trust is important. His rich ass would probably buy you blazers/suit jackets/ basically anything you want. Would probably ask you to draw random things he thinks about during the day. Such a worrywart tbh- especially when you drive to that one diner in town without telling anyone so you could get a shake and basket-o-fries and brush up on your Russian readings. Super protective as well. If you were with him and Robin during their little Scoops Troops thing: expect him to hold on to you while hugging just a little longer.

From Marauders era Harry potter universei ship you with

Remus Lupin

loml tbh

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 is lowkey a quiet guy with people he doesn't know. Understands social cues ( specifically yours ) and can easily calm you down if you have anxiety about something. Would probably tell you about Moony on accident, but would be happy that you knew so he didn't have to keep lying to you. Would rant and vent about all the dumb shit James n Sirius do and how Remus gets frustrated thaf Peter just follows them instead of saying what he needs to say. Compliments your dressing style and admires from afar. Would watch over your shoulder as you sketch/draw, loving watching the way your hand moves in a way that could create such a pretty thing. Please climb a tree and hang out with him

Golden trio era:

George Weasley

silly billy georgey porgey

𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 would be a big fan of pulling pranks with you, even if you don't want to do take the blame for it. Could sit and watch you make art for hours <3. Sorry not sorry would call you his little arm rest. Absentmindedly braids your hair when he's bored ( he knows how to braid because Ginny went through a phase when she was a kid when she wanted her hair braided 25/8). Loves hearing you talk about your ambitions and goals, and helping you when you're indescisive. You'd get a sweater from Molly and thats when you knew you were part if the family

𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧 𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 <33

#jules's 800 follower celebration #jules's celebrations 🥳 #ships #fandom ships

[nottsangel]

don’t feel ashamed for the late reply! your inbox must be flooded with other messages + you have other things going on with your life.

even if you don’t like the attention you receive on your birthday, you at least should know how loved and treasured you are by everyone. i hope the feedback i’ve given you didn’t discourage you in anyway - i studied creative writing and i don’t do well with criticism as well - and you totally deserve to take a break from writing to focus on your studies! speaking of, here are some hcs for you!

record vinyl shopping - our mini talk of music got me thinking of how we’d browse the music/record shop to go look through the range and listen to new bands/singers. steve knows most of the modern hits playing on the stereo so he’d wonder why we’re all here, but eddie is doing his very best to convert him to the ‘dark side’. lowkey, steve’s ulterior motive is try find what kind of vibe you have so he can make a mixtape for you (probably an idea he got from Dustin AHAHAHA)

driving late nights / star gazing - another funny thing i like to thing is we’d have a collective mixtape of our songs and put in the stereo of Steve’s car to just jam to as he drives around. the chaotic banter between him and eddie about switching songs, eddie making snide comments about his driving and steve threatening to kick him out in the middle of now where. we’d find a nice area far from hawkins to sit outside (eddie is defs sitting on the roof of steve’s car) just looking up at the stars. steve will put his jacket around you for sure and keep you close to him. he is definitely bringing you back here - just you two - for a midnight picnic under the stars

jewellery - steve has a small possessive trait in my head, so he would absolutely buy you a bracelet or necklace that serves as a reminder that he is yours, just as you are his. he won’t admit that he took hours and days to find the perfect one for you, as he gently placed it on you and mentions how it looks more beautiful on you than he expected. maybe in a few more years, he’ll be looking for the perfect ring.

oop i hope these are enough to satisfy you! i bid you good luck with your exams, and i know you’ll do well! - mama 🌙

yes but you are one of the important things going on in my life 🙄✋🏻 so should reply sooner !!

omg you studied creative writing? okay now i value your feedback even more omg feel free to give me it whenever you want! you’re one of the few people who are allowed to give me real feedback now since you at least know what you’re talking about 😌🫶🏻

oh my god your hcs are literally the reason i get out of my bed in the morning. i can not express how good they are and JDJDJDDJ they are always so cute 😭 i always read your hcs so many times during the day im OBSESSED.

thank you 💞 my first one is tomorrow and i’m so nervous ): but you are really good at motivating me so tysm 🫶🏻

#♡ — love letters. #🌙 anon

[flushedandruffled]

Part two.

Bucky woke up. In a bed he didn’t know, but he could smell perfume, he rubbed his eyes and his temples. His head, throbbing.

‘Buck?’

Steve’s voice. ‘Buck you ok?’

‘What happened? Where am I?’

‘Avengers compound’

‘Have a shower, relax,’

‘What just happened? Who was that? Was that real?'

Steve watched Bucky like a hawk, he looked shattered, dark circles under his eyes, and he winced like he was in pain.

‘We called in a favour. She’s downstairs.’

‘.. I can’t remember..’

‘It’s ok buck, you’re ok now . And she’s ok’

'what do you mean she's ok? What did I...'

—-

Bucky lumbered down the stairs and everyone hesitates for a second. He’s used to that reaction. Steve, Sam and a woman are there.

His eyes are a bit unfocused and his head is killing him.

‘You ok buck? Want a coffee?’

He nods sluggishly and his eyes find her.

‘Oh god, did I ...’ his eyes widen as he focuses on her bruises. She looks like she’s been through a wringer. Some parts of her arm are black. There’s a red mark all around her neck.

He can see the outline of his hand on her arm.

His eyes water, he feels like he's going to throw up so he turns around and clutches his stomach.

Steve goes to hold him around his shoulders and feels his body shuddering.

She looks at him with sympathy though.

‘James,’ she says softly to his back,

‘Don’t worry, these will heal.’ She could have avoided his blows if she’d tried but he needed to acknowledge his own power now, in a way, so she let him.

‘I’m.. im sorry’ he turns slowly to face her and he looks spent, he can’t think of what to say to her. She’s tiny. How did she survive?

She nods acknowledgement and then flashes him a brilliant smile. He doesn't know what to do with that, he doesn't understand why she is smiling at him, not at all.

‘In my time, my darling, I’ve had much, much worse. So please - it’ll be fine in a couple days’ Steve and Sam see the confusion on buckys face.

She walks up to him and runs her fingertips down his prickly cheek. He's frozen to the spot, ‘Aren’t you such a handsome boy, she knows me well’ she says, her nose scrunching mischievously. She tucks his long hair back behind his ear. Sam and Steve look at each other wondering if this was normal behaviour , surprised by her easy intimacy with him and the fact she’s looking at him like he’s the sun to her moon. Buckys jaw drops and he is just staring at her like he’s dreaming or not hearing properly, he looks absolutely bewildered. ‘Who are you?’ His voice is a hoarse whisper. He reaches hesitantly out to touch the worst bruise and wipes his eyes which have filled up without him realising. She doesn’t flinch. ‘I said don’t worry about it sweetheart’ she smiles that smile again. He can hear his heart in his chest.

‘What?’ She says as she notices Steve and Sam looking at her, she can't figure out their expressions but decides she's probably been too forward.

‘Nothing’ Steve says , he shoots a look at sam who smirks.

‘Sweetheart ’ Sam says, ‘how do you want your coffee?’

Steve laughs to break the strange atmosphere.

Bucky cringes, ‘leave me alone you guys, I'm not.. myself’ he rubs his temple and wonders when the last time was he was truly himself.

‘They’re just jealous’ she laughs and playfully turns and hits Sam in his chest.

‘You need rest today’ She nods at him to emphasise her point. He is transfixed by her. He doesn’t know why. It's like his soul had received a shock from her and now he had felt it, he felt as if she was a buoy he needed to hold to help him from drowning. He opened his mouth but he couldn't speak for a moment,

‘I’m sorry I hurt you,’ his voice is shaky still.

Steve looks at Kali. She does indeed look terrible but she seems to not be that worried about it.

‘Forget it, how many times do you want me to say it? ’ she says. Bucky looks even more confused.

‘I’m going to have a rest myself,’ she says looking at them all in turn. ‘Need a bath I think’ she murmurs to herself.

‘You boys make sure he rests and he’ll need me to help his head again. You know where to find me’

She gets close to Bucky again.

‘See you soon’ she winks at him and runs her hand down his chest then walks off. He is standing, like a statue, his jaw still dropped, he hasn't been this pawed in years.

——

‘What the hell is happening’ Bucky lets out after she leaves.

‘I woke up in her bed?’

‘We called her, she is a goddess - I know that sounds crazy- but like thor right? She's Thor's friend even. She is ancient too. She has crazy powers so Thor thought she could help. And she did, she snapped you out of your killing machine mode’ Sam explained.

‘What? But look at her- I almost killed her! She can't be a god'

‘There’s something about her body- her body is like human so she can be hurt but not fatally. Do you feel ok though Bucky? That's the important thing. She said she can help you, since the Wakandan deprogramming didn't work'

‘I feel ok, my head hurts is throbbing though, I need an aspirin or something.’

‘She said it would hurt you, your head.’

‘I think she actually likes you- like- she seems to like you-

Like a goddess is into you Buck - that’s pretty positive news for a 100 year old tin man' Sam nodded, he looks at Steve-

Steve nods in agreement. ‘Surprising but’ he shrugs.

‘I don’t know what’s happening’ Bucky says, he looks like he’s been slapped, the look of bewilderment is still evident on his face.

‘We’ll all help you buck’

‘She’ll help you in more ways than one brother’ Sam laughs.

‘God I hope so,’ Bucky, for the first time in a long time, chuckles softly.

—

He clears his throat. It’s been a few days. He hears the shower stop. Maybe he should come back, but he knocks anyway. If he's honest , he's a little bit frightened of her, but he wants to see her. He hasn’t had any nightmares for a few days, for the first time in a longtime, he believes in gods now, he believes in her.

‘Who is it?’ He hears her clear voice ring out.

‘It’s me Bucky- uh... James.’

‘James!' her voice sounds girlsih, excited, 'Come in, it’s open!’

He smooths his hair back. He feels nervous.

He walks in and his mouth goes dry as he sees her she’s standing there in underwear drying her hair. Oh god, he wanted to see her and now he is, he doesn’t know what to do or where to look as he’s seeing a bit too much of her.

‘Oh lord.’ He says and tries to tear his eyes away but it doesn’t work, his eyes aren't listening to his brain.

‘I can come back’ his voice pitches up an octave.

She laughs at his shyness.

‘It’s alright. I’m sure it’s nothing you haven’t seen before’

His jaw drops, it's doing that a lot lately. His eyes travel down her brown legs, and back up, over her flat belly. He is suddenly sweltering in his t shirt and jacket. Stop staring at her, he says to himself.

‘I.. uh... you said to... uh..’

‘Relax James,' she interrupts, 'sit down, you look a bit unwell still, your poor boy'

She gestured to the sofa and he sits and rubs his eyes.

He can feel his heart beating too loud, too fast. She comes and sits next to him, her face , worried. ‘You’re not feeling well?’

He clears his throat.

‘Can you maybe put some clothes on?’ He says trying to avert his eyes from all that skin.

‘Oh, I didn’t mean to offend you’ She looks crestfallen.

‘No, no... uh ... it’s not that, I just can’t... it’s very distracting’

Her clean smell is in his nostrils and he suddenly has the urge to touch her damp skin, she almost glistens, her skin has a sheen over it that glows. He exhales loudly.

‘Alright then.’ She gets up and he watches her walk off. He collapses back into the sofa and closes his eyes.

‘Get it together Bucky’ he says.

—-

She comes out and smiles. He exhaled. He feels overwhelmed. He’s not sure what to do. She's so .. odd. She comes close and sits at his feet. With her every movement he feels more nervous.

‘You’re alright there, you ok?’ she says , gazing up at him.

‘Y.. yeah, are you alright?' the smile she gives him melts his worries away. ‘Give me your hands’ Her hands rest on his knees. She’s gentle, he can’t look away from her, he stares at the bruises he’s made on her skin.

She moved to put her forearms on his knees. She makes everything seem so intimate, it makes his heart race. He stares at her lips and doesn’t even care. The cool metal chills her skin and his other hand is warm.

‘I'm here to help James, I can look inside you, I can take the programme out, you must know your friends care about you very much, they asked me to come and help you, you’re one of a kind, you know that?' she squeezes his hand, 'There is only one man like you ’ she whispers it like a prayer. He feels his eyes get wet. She sees the tear fall from his eye.

‘Beautiful boy, I’ll take care of you. Close your eyes’ her voice is quiet and soothes him, he’s insanely happy she calls him beautiful, no one has ever called him beautiful, handsome maybe, but never beautiful. He barely knows her but he wants to please her. She treats him like a treasure, he’s not used to it. He’s only ever been treated like an asset, a weapon.

He feels light behind his eyes and flinches as he feels memories flash in his subconscious.

He knows he’s making noise but he can’t open his eyes.

‘You’re ok James, I have you, I won’t let anything happen to you’ he relaxes at her words, he feels her, somehow, her presence in his mind, it feels calm and it feels like... an embrace. It lasts for what seems like forever and suddenly he opens his eyes and realises he’s been crying.

She still sits at his feet. She holds his human hand and her other hand is on his chest. When she meets his eyes she leans between his legs and hugs him. She feels his weight fall against her.

‘Are you alright?’ She says, pulling back.

His eyes are blurry from tears, he can’t answer her.

He’s never felt so vulnerable in his life.

She knows it and simply moves to hold him again.

Her smell calms him and her hands around him. She’s soft and he doesn’t want her to let go.

She knows and keeps hold of him.

‘I.. I don’t want to go’ he says, quiet, like an apology.

She knows he will feel wrecked. There’s so much that’s been done to him. So much horror, trauma. It breaks her heart . He’ll feel better in a few days but drawing the toxic program out hurts and it takes time. Ridding him of decades of programming, brainwashing, it still holds him, in the dark places in his mind. She feels the pain in him and it makes her want to wrap him up and hold him close, hold him until he felt safe and warm and loved. It brought tears to her eyes. He felt her arms squeeze him.

‘Come’ she stands up and has his hand,

‘Come lie down with me, will you? I’m tired’

She makes it sounds like she’s the one that wants it, and he appreciates her saving his pride a little. He nods, he sees tears in her eyes.

'are you ok?' he whispers. Somehow anything louder feels too harsh for her.

She nods, tugs his hand gently.

He follows her like a lamb, even though he towers over her. It would be awkward but she acts like it’s the most normal thing in the world. He feels fuzzy, he had the headache of his life.

‘Take this off’ she gestures at him as a whole and it makes him smile shyly, but he doesnt feel weird, she makes it easy. She slips out of her track pants but leaves her t shirt on. He does the same and she leads him to her bed. She lies down and as he lies down he feels like he’s in a dream. She turns on her side and snuggles into him, her arm across her chest, her fingers holding his t shirt.

‘I like you James’ she smiles to herself as she enjoys his warmth. ‘Hold me’ he hasn’t had this for so long. He breathes that smell in and it makes his eyes heavy. He reached over and holds her hand to his chest.

Bucky falls asleep and for the first time in years, has no nightmares, ever since she had laid hands on him, he’d had none.

——

he wakes up in the night, but not because he is having a bad dream. It’s like his subconscious wakes him up to enjoy the quiet.

He can feel her small soft body pressed into his, her leg has made its way between his, she also had taken off her t shirt and was in her bra. He smiled to himself.

God, it feels nice though. She’s glued to him like a limpet and he feels needed. It feels so different from anything he’s had for so long. She's warm and she's holding onto him, her fingers pressed into his skin, like a lover.

It makes him emotional. He’s never been in a bed with a woman he hasn’t slept with and it’s been literally decades. He doesn’t know what this is but it’s exactly what he wants, he trusts in this thing beyond himself . He feels like he’s in exactly the right place. In that moment, for him, them together was the only thing in the world.

‘James?’ He hears her wake, it’s dark, that time of night where you say things you wouldn’t say in the light of day.

‘Hmm’ is all he gets out.

‘You’re ok?’ She whispers, he feels her warm breath on his back.

‘I’m good, surprisingly.’

She pressed her cheek to the expanse of muscled flesh in front of her. He smells nice, he’s so very warm, she is like a happy cat, curled around him.

She curls her toes as she likes this man, she has felt his pain, and his heart. He deserves better from his life. There is something vulnerable in him, it makes her want to hold him, give him anything he wants, just to see him smile, to see him close his eyes, he moves her.

Bucky looks down at the arm across his chest, it’s still bruised. He strokes her skin softly with his thumb.

‘I’ve done terrible things, and so recently, look what I’ve done to you, I don't know if I'm worth all this'

She closes her eyes and slides her smooth legs over his as if she needed to feel more of his skin than she already was.

‘It was not you, you need to find yourself again. It’s helping isn’t it? I mean, I'm helping you?'

‘Y..yeah, it hurts my head but I feel better every time. No.. no nightmares, for the first time in... so long...I can’t remember not having nightmares. So.. thank you. For that. And this..’ he stroked her arm and she pressed her fingers into his chest.

‘James..’

‘You know You’re the only person has called me James in so many years, it’s odd to hear it after so long’

he touches her arm, it’s so nice to feel skin, something that makes him feel human.

‘Who did he have, when he was James?’

He was silent for a moment, thinking back. ‘My mother, my little sister..’ he stopped, tears in his eyes, ‘little Steve,’ he chuckled. ‘No one special, a few girlfriends I guess…I miss those days, I was so… carefree when I look back., I used to be fun, and had fun.’

‘Don’t be hard on yourself, you’re going to be alright, maybe get some girlfriends again, I'll be so jealous if you get a girlfriend, that handsome face is still so handsome' she giggles softly.

He is silent. He feels uncomfortable being complimented so much. She snuggles into his back, settles,

‘What you have had to deal with- it’s a lot,’ he feels her breath on his neck. ‘I know it. I’ve seen what’s happened to you. I see you’re still functioning, you're still a good man. And to be honest James, you’re like no one I've met before.’

‘Hey,’ he says. Trying to change the subject, his heart can't take it.

‘Yes?’

‘What is this? You and me? This - being together like this?’

‘I’m helping you heal,’

‘I know, but, you don’t think it’s weird being in bed like this? we barely know each other. Its weird, you have got to know that. Like do you have a boyfriend who is going to go crazy at me?’

She laughed.

‘A boyfriend!’ He felt her laughter through his back.

‘If I did it would probably be bad to be in a bed with you, white wolf’

‘Who told you that name? ’ Bucky said, surprised. ‘Ayo, she was the one who rang for my help. But no, I don’t have a 'boyfriend' .'

‘Good, I wouldn’t want anyone to walk in’ Bucky said too fast.

‘You could take him though if I did though I think’

That made Bucky laugh softly.

‘And you? Who are you in love with James? Is there a woman in your life? A man? Someone who has your heart?'

He stopped.

‘Er... no one. Ive never had that.. someone, I went to war and I never.. never had any time, ironically, only brief moments as I said. As I’ve been around so long now...but this- I just don’t know what this is, I don’t know .. Ive never had anything like this, I don’t know how to trust people anymore, just Steve, and Sam, most of the people here are afraid of what I am…this is weird for me.’ She heard how serious he was by his tone. It made her heart ache.

She squeezed him. ‘I hope you can trust me, I don’t want anything from you’

‘I wish you did.......’ he said it out loud, he realised and inhaled sharply, it made her pause for thought, she so badly wanted to kiss his warm skin. ‘You are like no one I’ve ever met, are we friends or am I just a charity case to you ? are you just here now to help me sleep or heal or what?’

‘What do you want?’ She whispers. He rolls over to see her eyes, they give nothing away, they are dark as night.

‘I don’t know, you're a goddess, it's a bit ... intimidating'

‘dont be silly, this body is mortal, I just have a few special skills, like you do. I want you to enjoy my company, as I enjoy yours, or if you want, there’s no pressure here , or if you are not comfortable like this, don’t stay, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want. I wanted you to feel... care, comfort, warmth, security, I want to give you that. That’s all. So if you’d be more comfortable in your own bed, of course go. But you’re in control here..you do what you want’

He swallowed and peeled her arm off his chest.

He turned around and faced her. ‘What do you want, seriously’ The sweetness of it was too much, the purity of her touch, to think that taking on a raging mess like him was worth it. She looked at him with .. what was it? Affection?

‘I want you to get your life back. I want you to be happy, I want to be see this face smile a little for a change'

God she was such a little thing, beautiful. She gave him a lazy smile. He reached out and she flinched when his metal fingers touched slid down her cheek. ‘Cold’ she said.

‘I want to...’ he voice was raspy, he swallowed. Her heart jumped in her mouth despite herself, she felt her insides go molten as his eyes dropped to her lips. What was he doing to her, she thought. This man.

He stopped. ‘I’m enjoying just being here with you, I do feel.. a sense of calm I haven’t had for a long time. I like this. Being here with you. I’ve felt... weird, like everything moved on except for me, but now I think I’m moving..’

She nodded, recovering from his blue eyed gaze.

‘I hope you are. Me too, 'She smiled. ‘You’re so lovely and warm for a winter soldier, it’s too comfortable’

He smirked at her and she crinkled her nose. He stared into her eyes and then became conscious of how long he was gazing at her. He coughed.

‘Does it hurt?’ He touched her arm with the worst bruises.

She nodded and looked to where he was looking . ‘Yes, but it’s nothing. You have endured far worse my darling’

He liked it when she called him affectionate names, it was something he hadn't heard for so, so long. She didn’t seem to make any differentiation from casual to intimate behaviour, she was so relaxed about it, he relaxed too. He just wanted to enjoy this, it was so intimate, but not sexual, but it seemed so normal, with no pressure or awkwardness.

She leaned forward to kiss his forehead, ‘now hold me’ she said. She shivered under that cold arm so he put it over the blanket and tried to be gentle as he brought her closer, tucking her head under his chin.

‘With you I can sleep’ he murmured. He didn’t even think about sex, well, not much, he just lapped up the touch, the skin contact, he hadn’t been touched with any care for so long. He closed his eyes. He was happy. And so was she.

#bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky x ofc #winter soldier #bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky bar #bucky barnes fanfiction

[stargirlfics]

who is more likely to ruin you: dark!steve or ransom??

HOW I CAN CHOOOSEEE OMG!!!

That’s hard because both of them could really fuck you up but I wanna say that dark!steve would stop at nothing, like Ransom has money and is clever but dark!steve is more unhinged than most and he’s dangerous but alluring and more likely to ruin you so completely 😍

#i have so many dark!steve ideas im writing #asks

[buckysboobs]

some of my favourite writers who deserve more appreciation

alright, everytime i read a fic i reblog and comment and hype because you fuckers, you WHORES have the most foul effect on me and deserve the praise for your writing, but honestly, you all deserve more. i see the likes and reblogs ratio and it really makes me feel disappointed, so i just thought i would mention some of my favourite writers and my favourite fics of theirs and i'm hoping the whoreknee readers on here who need some fic recs will check them out <3

(this is in no particular order.)

@shamevillain MICKY you are such an amazing writer especially when it comes to dark and disgusting and foul content, i will forever be a fucking whore for all your masterpieces. words cannot express how much i adore you and your art and your stories and your smut and everything you do. you're my favourite deranged and disgusting slut that i can share all my filthy fantasies with without hesitation and i KNOW you will create a whole masterpiece out of it and i love you for it. god bless you for all your steve kemp desires <3

check out her works

@buckmepapi the god of dirty talk and making me go absolutely fucking insane, jesus fucking christ i don't think you realize the effect your smut and the way you write has on people... the amount of times i have literally destroyed my pussy to your fics is a little alarming but none of it is my fault, you're the one to blame you dirty dirty whore. the needy bucky fic? the breeding kink smut? THE BALL WORSHIP? the fucking SQUIRT FIC?? you have been so kind and mean to my pussy, jAIL TIME NOW!

check out their works

@adrinktostopyourthirst YOUR FICS. HAVE ME GOING ABSOLUTELY INSANE. there's a very particular spark and poetic way to your writing and the smut that makes me go so fucking feral, i don't think i will ever get over your writing. every thought you put into words has me shaking and crying and throwing up like a WHORE. your villain reader x bucky fic was the first i read and i sent it to my friend too and since then we still haven't gotten over it or the rest of your masterlist.

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@onceuponastory BABE you are one of the sweetest, most amazing and creative writers out there. the way you characterize steve and how creative your fics are and the concepts, has me GIGGLING and BLUSHING like a schoolgirl with a crush, i love your stories and you so much and i'm glad i'm one of the people who gets to read those lil pieces of art.

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@bucky-soldat steph... GODDAMMIT you have no idea what you do to me. i'm so happy to have you in my life and your fucked up creative talented little head. always fulfilling my dark fantasies and making me feel so content with your amazing smut, every single piece you have written (and i have read them all i'm afraid) is a fucking piece of art and deserves to be in a museum. you will not get away with making me so horny forever. your dark charles fics, your winter soldier smut, every single character you always seem to NAIL in the head and it's fucking genius. and now STEVE! you are going to hell with me.

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@sableseb YOU FILTHY LITTLE WHORE i am so grateful for you and your writing, you bring me so much comfort even with your dark fics (is that weird? maybe, but what can be done) but im so fucking in love with the way you write, your fics are fucking genius, your smut is heavenly and i swear i have gotten off to it so many times it's unhealthy. especially THE one.. to be so lonely still has me in the worst fucking chokehold. i keep coming back to it. AND something borrowed, those two will always be my favourites. i love you and your fics so much.

check out their works

@bemine-bucky your smut is so fucking filthy in the best way, love is a bitch and saint like are my favourite fics from you and the jealous bucky drabble GETS me. your mind is so fucking creative and i love your aus, love is a bitch still has a very clear mark in my head that i'm never getting over, so there's that.

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@boxofbonesfic I FOUND YOU FINALLY AGAIN and i am so happy because the ball worship fic will forever be embedded in a special place in my heart, soul and clit and i will be raiding your entire masterlist tonight i'm afraid <3 i fucking adore you.

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i have a really bad memory so i will keep on adding more and more writers here that i come across, i appreciate everything you guys do for my pussy with your sinful words and i hope others do as well <3

feel free to reblog with your own favourite writers that you think deserve more appreciation!

#zee's fic recs #sebastian stan smut #bucky barnes smut #steve kemp smut #charles blackwood smut #nick fowler smut #steve rogers smut #marvel smut #avengers smut #fresh #we have always lived in the castle #fic recs

[bowdownbucky]

𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 !

part 2 <3

summary: you have an encounter with your best friend’s brother bucky!

pairing: innocent! reader x college! bucky

warnings: cursing, asshole! steve rogers, kissing, drug use, oral (female receiving) fingering.

your heart began to beat heavily, bucky didn’t care that his sister was outside of the door but you started to feel guilty. this was so wrong of you and you didn’t even want to look at yourself. “you better answer her sweethear, she’s not gonna leave.” bucky taunts you, he hand trails your stomach, groping your breasts hard. “uh-im almost finished, i h-had to ohhh.” you slap you hand over your mouth, bucky smirks as he pinches you nipple again.

“what?” rebecca moved closer to the door. “are you okay? i’m coming in.” your eyes widens, you pushed bucky away and slowly cracked the door. “i’m f-fine, the um…pizza! the pizza went down the wrong hatch.” you lie. rebecca’s face screws up. “ew i did not need to know that y/n” you watch as she walks into her room. you close the door, leaning your head back onto the wooden frame.

you closed your eyes and hoped that this was all a dream, that you didn’t actually kiss your best friends brother. you slowly open your eyes only to meet a pair of blue eyes, bucky laughs at you. “went down the wrong hatch? seriously?” you cross your arms in front of your chest. “well what was i supposed to say, sorry can’t talk now i’m making out with your brother. she’s kill me!” you exclaim, you ran your hands down your face in an irrational manner. this was too much for you and bucky didn’t see anything wrong with it.

“would you chill out? here take a hit, it will make you feel better.” bucky offers the small bud once more, you smack it out of his hand. “do you always solve your problems with weed!” you hiss. his eyes were low, he watched as the joint flew onto the ground. you hitch your breath realizing what you did, you see his tongue rub his lower lip. you almost melt at the sight.

“your gonna regret the doll.” he seethes into your ear. he pushes you against the door, you let out a yelp but he covers your mouth. “i know a way you can make it up to me, and you are gonna make it up to me. you know why baby?” you shake your head. “because you don’t want to get on my bad side. i would hate to ruin that innocence of yours.” he whisperers, he hands managed to find their way to you ass, giving it a light squeeze before letting you go.

you move from the door and he exits the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts. you could barely comprehend what happened let along what he meant by his bad side. you grabbed the nail polish remover and walk back to rebecca room. “finally! you took forever.” you mumble a small sorry and sat on her bed, she lends you her hand and you get to work on her nails, she chose a peach color and wanted you to add a french tip, such a classic.

as you continue painting her nails she squeals making you mess up the curved line. “becca! your nails!” you groan. “i don’t care! why didn’t you tell me?” you tilt your head confusingly. “you and steve hooked up and you didn’t tel me?!” you eyes go wide. “what! no! where did you get that from?” you ask her. she huffs. “no, no, no, no don’t try to act all innocent! you and chris did it and there is evidence on your neck. i rest my case.” you rush off the bed and check your neck, you internally face palm seeing dark purple marks all over your neck.

“i had no idea steve was like that. i guess i have to stop making fun of him now.” she chuckles. “just taking me home my ass! so how was it? was he big? why arent you giving me details.” rebecca whines, kicking her feet in her bed. you ignored her and attempted to kneed out the hickies. as you run the marks you notice bucky staring at you from his room door, you could practically feel his smirk as you watched his reflection go back to his room. you heart raced as you tried to come up with an excuse.

“it’s no big deal i just burnt myself with a straightener.” you curse to yourself knowing she wouldn’t fall for that. “fine don’t tell me! i’m going to sleep, all this secrecy has made me tired.” rebecca yawns, you hoped she wouldn’t ask you about the hickey again because lying was never your forte. you lie in the large bed, clouded in your own thoughts.

did he like you? was he just messing with you? you had so many assumptions of why he kissed you, what bothered you the most was that you had steve. steve was a jock and you were an outcast, you didn’t know how it would work. even though you and steve hadn’t officially said you were together, you still respected him and wanted to be faithful.

the next morning at school, you kept your head down and didn’t talk to anyone for the most part. no one really seems to notice because you were kind of a nobody. you sat in your forensics class, jotting down notes here and there. you stop writing when you feel a hand creep up your thigh. you turn your head toward steve, he kept a straight face and didn’t acknowledge how unamused you were.

“what are you doing?” you whisper. steve’s hand tries to travel up your skirt but you close your legs firmly. “steve!” he turns to you. “we’re in the middle of class.” you point out. “i’m sorry you know i can’t resist you baby. let me make it up to you but taking you out after homecoming.” you hault yourself as you almost roll your eyes at him. steve could be pushy sometimes especially when it came to losing your virginity to him. you hated that rebecca told him that, now he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“oh really.” you say pretending to be intrigued. “the guys and i bought hotel rooms for tonight and we get to bring a special girl along. and you know since your my favorite girl, i thought we could go together and have fun. go swimming, watch movies, kiss, cuddle, the whole nine and maybe some other stuff if you want.” you remove his hand from your thigh and continue writing notes. “i told you steve i’m not ready for that stuff yet.”

steve huffs, returning back to the lesson. your virginity wasn’t something that you kept sacred but you wanted you first time to be meaningful and steve hadn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend yet so your answer would always be no if he asked. when school ended you took the bus home, you quickly packed a bag full of makeup, hair supplies and your clothes for homecoming. you checked the time, almost cursing yourself seeing how you were going to be late to rebecca’s house.

you ran as fast as you could to the barnes’ house, you could practically feel the lecture rebecca was going to give you. luckily, you live a few blocks down from the barnes so it wouldn’t be too long of a walk/run. when you arrived at the barnes’ you quickly rang the doorbell. the door opens’ revealing a shirtless bucky who looked like he just got out of the shower. “can i help you?” he smirks looking down on you.

“becca t-told m-me to come, for homecoming.” you gulped attempting to maintain eye contact. his couldn’t help but peek at his glistened abs, you really hoped he didn’t catch on to you checking him out. before he could let out a snarky comment rebecca came gritting down the stairs with curlers in her hair. “there you are! y/n your late and we only have three hours to get ready.” you pushed pass bucky and ran up the stairs.

bucky watched at how nervous you were, it was like the fuel he ran on. rebecca closed her door and pushes you onto her vanity chair. “please tell me i have creative freedom tonight!” rebecca pleads with her big blue eyes staring at you. you sigh and nod. she kisses your forehead before beginning your makeup.

after a few hours of prodding, poking, blending, and brushing, rebecca finally finished your makeup and hair. normally you wouldn’t wear makeup because you didn’t know how to do it very well but when you did have it on you truly looked like a princess. “now carefully get into your dress y/n, i swear to god if you mess up an eyelash i will kill you.” she threatens you with her high pitched voice. you removed your jeans and shirt revealing your body, you quickly unzipped the dress as you start to compare your body to rebecca’s. becca was tall and slim while you were a little curvy. you had a small tummy with stretchmarks and she had a flat tummy with a slender waist. your best friend was beautiful and you didn’t want to see mom jealous, so you put up a front and delt with it.

you and rebecca were finally dressed, rebecca looked stunning in her white and pink dress. with the help of rebecca and mrs.barnes, you had pick a pale green dress, the curve of the dress fit you like a glove. the creases on the dress made you look more mature and sexier. you were never use to being sexy so the look on your face made rebecca freak out. “you totally hate it, i knew we should’ve gone with the black dress.” you shake your head. “n-no! it looks…great. thank you becks.” the door opens, your heart quickens when you meet a pair of bright eyes. you noticed bucky had put on a shirt, a part of you were bummed out. “would it kill you to knock! we’re girls who need privacy!” rebecca yells. bucky didn’t give his sister the time of day, his eyes were fixated on you. you felt self conscious as he stared at you long and hard. “mom and dad are going to a banquet dinner in manhattan. they won’t be back until tomorrow.” he tells rebecca. she crossed her arms in confusion. “what? no! i was supposed to have the car tonight. how the hell are we supposed to get to hoco?” rebecca flings her arms up dramatically.

bucky chuckles at his sister’s agony. “wait!” you spoke up as bucky was about to walk away. “c-can y-ou drive us?” you ask quietly. rebecca pulled your arm. “are you crazy? do you know what people say if we shows up to homecoming in a pickup truck?” rebecca vocalized. you couldn’t care less what people had to say, you just wanted and excuse to be see bucky. “becca this is important to you and even you said yourself we had to be there under any circumstances.”

rebecca whines. “fine but you’re dropping us off a block away. i need to retouch my hair, you’ve made me stress away the curls.” you watched as she pushes past bucky, leaving the two of you. you stare at him for a second then turn around, attempting to act uninterested. “you know you should skip this whole homecoming thing altogether.” bucky told you. “what! no, this is important to becca and i promised her i’d be there.” you felt his presence behind you, your back was pressed to his front. “come on doll, you never seemed like the type to be into this stuff anyway. i have a few places we could go instead. wouldn’t that be way more fun.” he was baiting you and hell, you were falling for it very hard. he pushed your hair to the side, laying a kiss on your shoulder. his hand cupped your waist, pulling you as close as you could get.

his pressed more kisses up your neck, he liked testing you, he would make you beg for it if you gave him the chance. “c’mom dollface, don’t you wanna have fun with me?” you almost gave him a nod but refrained. “i should go help rebecca, see you in a few james.” you walk away smiling to yourself, you won this round of the game but best believe, bucky was going to win the next level.

you sat in between bucky and rebecca once more, y’all were currently picking up nathan and steve, your dates for the evening. “you look beautiful beck.” nathan smiles at his girlfriend. rebecca left you in the front with bucky so she could kiss her boyfriend more. steve walks to the front car door but bucky locks him out. “hey man, open the door.” steve groans. the two had seem to have history and now you were going to be in between it. “you know the rules big guy, no douches in the front seat.” bucky smirks. “then why are you sitting up here asshole?” steve sarcastically jokes. rebecca huffed from the back, leaning in the front of the seat. “hey dickheads, we don’t have time for this, have your cat fight after hoco. let’s go!” she demands. steve huffs, taking a seat next to the couple who had no problem with pda.

the ride to the school was pretty silent except for the rock music playing from the radio. you stared out of the window, you could tell bucky was mad because of how tight he was holding the steering wheel, his knuckles were almost white from the tight grip. suddenly, his hand was on your thigh. your eyes widened, you quickly look back to make sure no one saw what was happening. “what are you doing?” you whisper. he doesn’t say anything to you, his hand stays on your thigh and his eyes stay on the road but you could still see the smirk on his face. you tried to push his his hand away but he only moves it higher, almost touching your core. you didn’t want to play games anymore, you were never built for them, you open your legs up more, instead of doing what you wanted, he removed his hand. “alright guys, have a good night.” rebecca and nathan were the first ones to leave the truck. steve exits the truck and stands by youre window. “you coming?” you nod to him. “i’ll be out in a second.” steve walks away from the window, bucky bursts out into laughter.

you throw a punch at his arm but he doesn’t flinch at you. “thats not funny! you’re so mean.” you pout. “no what’s funny is you actually going out with steve.” you eye him in confusion. steve was a good guy, he could be a little pushy but that was just high school boys. “he’s nice and he asked me to go with him. i really don’t see what’s funny bucky.”

“you think just because the guy asked you to a dance, he suddenly changes his player ways. i think you forgot i use to be one of those guys. guys like that don’t fal for girls like you” he pauses. “all he wants is to get you under him and then he’s gonna hop to the next willing participant. god you’re so naive.” you crossed your arms. “you’re such a jerk james! at least he has the decency to not play with my feelings! you’re sister was right! you’re nothing but a-an…asshole.” you yell, leaving the truck with a slam of the door. you surprised yourself at how you went off on him, what did he know about steve. you knew being involved with bucky was bad but now you officially got your sign to stay away from him.

you walked into the school looking for steve. you pushed pass people grinding and dancing on each other. when you find steve you see he’s not alone, he was dancing with lila miller. the two were close together, you turn you back in disgust once you catch the two of them share a very tongue-filled kiss. you sit at the table in annoyance. of course bucky would be right about steve, you hated the fact that he was right.

it took an hour and a half for steve to find you sitting at the table, watching everyone have fun. “hey y/n sorry i was waiting for you but then the guys wanted to go take some shots in the bathroom.” steve leans over to kiss your lips but you dodge him. he looks at you with a confused face. “come on let’s go dance.” he offers you his hand, you play with the fork that was covered in strawberry cake. “i’m good, maybe you should go dance with lila instead.” you say. steve sits back down in the chair, he cleared his throat. “you saw that? i didn’t think you’d be mad, it’s not like we’re together or anything.”

you roll your eyes, pushing your plate away from you. you get up and begin walking to the double doors. as you enters the hallways you ignore steve calling your name. “y/n! can you just wait a minute!” he yells, pulling your arm back causing you to hault. “it was just a dance, i was being nice. you can’t just get mad at me like that, i asked you to be my girlfriend more than once and you said no.”

“because all you want from me is sex which is not ready to give to you. you don’t think i hear about you hooking up with girls in the gym closet. i don’t want to be the next dumb girl who becomes a play thing for you.” you snap on him. “oh come on, sex is just sex, why do you make such a bug deal over this?” he groans.

“it’s not just sex steve, i want it to be meaningful and memorable. i’m sorry if i don’t want to hook up in a sleezy hotel.” you yell, your faces were extremely close. “and you think barnes is gonna make it special? god you’re so naive.” you furrow your brows, what did bucky have to do with this situation. “he has nothing to do with this steve! you asked me to come to this dance with you only for you to dance with another girl and make me look dumb sitting there waiting for you. you can’t take your hotel invite and shove it up your ass.” you walk away from steve, this time he didn’t bother calling your name. after he heard you curse at him he knew you guys were not going to work this out

you sit on the stairs of the school, tears slowly slid from your eyes. you felt so stupid and used, you knew steve was right but it still hurt. you two weren’t together and if he wanted to take another girl to the hotel he could because you weren’t together. you cringe at how bucky was right about steve, you wanted to be angry at him but he did warn you.

you decide to head home, walking alone the lonesome streets of brooklynn. you were wet due to the copious amount of rain fall, you shiver once more and continue to walk to your house. you noticed a familiar truck driving beside you. bucky rolls down his window. “get in.” he tells you. you continue walking, deciding to ignore the older boy. “come on doll it’s raining. a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking alone.” you couldn’t believe he as trying to flirt with you right now. you were hurt by his words and you were standing your ground, well that was until you heard a loud crack of lightning. you quickly rushed into the truck, slamming the door behind you.

before bucky could speak you began to talk. “just because i’m sitting in here with you, doesn’t mean i forgive you.” you seethed. bucky nods at you. “okay.” you angrily slap his arm. “okay? are you serious right now? how about a sorry for being a jerk!” you yell at him. bucky doesn’t acknowledge you, he starts looking for something in his truck. “god! boys are stupid! all you do is crave sex and hurt girls!” you rant, arms crossed over your chest. once you finished your rant you peek over at bucky holding two blunts. “wanna get high?”

you later found yourself in bucky’s room, high as a kite. you didn’t know what effect he had on you but you gave into his temptation. you sat on his bed, letting him shotgun smoke onto your mouth. “god you’re so hot.” bucky kisses your right shoulder. you softly hum in response, he trails his kisses to your exposed neck. you knew this was wrong on so many level but it felt so right.

“kiss me.” you whisper against him. the drugs in your system had your hormones at an all time high, you needed him to touch you. bucky locks his lips with yours, tongue roaming each other’s mouth in such a sensual way. bucky’s hand roams your body, cupping your breasts then your neck. you moan as he applies pressure to your throat.

he slides down you dress straps, with every kiss and touch you felt your dress being pulled lower and lower. bucky lifts you up on his lap, helping you out of the green champagne dress. you were fully exposed to him, his large hands grope your ass. he slaps the soft skin sending your lower half to grind against his tight jeans. bucky groans, pulling you closer to his bottom half. you felt the jean material rub against your clothes clit, your body shakes at the new feeling. “god you have no idea what you do to me princess.” he moans into your neck. his right hand unhooks your bra, you let the bra fall off of you. bucky eyes your bare chest, his blue eyes darken filling with lust.

he pulls your breast into his mouth, twirling his tongue around your swollen nipple. you grip onto his shirt, when moves your ass back and forth on his pants. “p-please bucky.” you whine, your body was aching for him to touch you. “what do you want doll?” you grab his, guiding him to your clothed cunt. you slip his hand under you, allowing his to grope your pussy. your mouth gapes open when bucky slowly rubs your clit back and forth.

when he notices you like the feeling of him touching you, it sends him into a deep lustful trance. he flips you over, bucky’ dog tags dangle over you. he kisses between your breast, trailing down to your stomach then he comes in contact with your laced white panties.

you can feel his breath on your wet core. he inhales you, moaning as if your cunt was the drug he was addicted to. he removed your panties from your body, bucky’s cock hardens once he caught a look at your pussy, your cunt was glistening from how wet it was, it took everything in bucky not to dive right in. “your so wet for me baby, and i haven’t even touched you yet. your pussy is begging for me to devour it.” bucky taunts. he slips one finger in your folds, your back arches at the finger passes your clit.

“bucky…please. i’ll do anything.” you beg. bucky perks an eyebrow at you. “anything?” you nod vigorously. “you’re going to cum for me three times. understand?” you nod your head. bucky licks a stride up your cunt. he moans at the taste of you. bucky wraps his pink lips around your clit, your legs spread wide as you beg for him to devour you. your back arches more, his hands pin your waist down to keep you steady, you screw your eyes shut as he sucks your clit into his mouth softly.

you moan out in pleasure, letting your hands grip his soft brown hair. you tug on his roots, attempting to push him closer to you. bucky pulls away earring a whine from you, he slips his middle finger into your core. at first his movements were slowly, he was preparing before adding his ring finger. you rode his fingers, moaning as he pumped you. you watch as he spits on your core, watching his saliva mix in with your cunt. you felt your stomach tighten, bucky felt your pussy clench around his fingers, imagining you around his cock.

he wastes no time, diving into your pussy. his tongue rapidly worked your clit, his fingers pumping you at a fast pace. your body was overwhelmed by all the stimulation. “bucky!” you scream at the top of your lungs. you were now grinding against his face, he didn’t tease you anymore, now he was on a mission to give you your orgasm. your legs shake, you cry out for bucky, your toes curled and your back arches to its full extent. bucky slows his movements as you come down from your high.

you collapse on his bed, you shiver as you feel bucky remove his hand from your pussy. you try to catch your breath, bucky hovers over you. “who knew my babydoll had that in you.”

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dark red

request: hii i’m not sure if you’re accepting requests rn,,, if you aren’t i’m sorry please ignore this djfjdhd could you write a nat x reader based off the song dark red by steve lacy — specifically the lines “don’t you give me up / please don’t give up / only you, my girl / only you, babe” — kind of like the tiktok trend going on right now

note: anon im so sorry i really hope this was okay. i can try and rewrite it if you want though 😭 i kinda hate it but i hope its good enough for you :[

aLSO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE.

i proofread this as quick as i could so all mistakes are mine.

warnings: none, a little angsty, terrible writing.

🏷: @c-is-writing @wandaromanova @nermalina

. . .

everyone knew natasha to be a very self-assured woman. she knew everything about herself; what she liked and what she didn’t like, who she tolerated and who she trusted. her history with just about everyone she’s close with dates back years, sometimes decades. it was very rare that she met someone knew whom she gave her complete trust to. 

meeting you caught her by surprise, something that doesn’t happen to natasha very often. your presence was refreshing, authentic, new. it was the very thing natasha didn’t know she needed in her life.

natasha watched your every little movement any time you were around. you intrigued her, held her attention by the very strand of your hair. something about you was special and she couldn’t seem to get enough.

so she allowed herself to have you, to enjoy you, to be with you. over a year into the friendship, you suggested the idea of becoming something more than just platonic. you wanted a relationship with the woman.

natasha accepted your proposal with a bright smile and a gentle kiss on the lips. she’d been more than relieved you asked her because the false belief that she was undeserving trampled any courage she had. 

it was hard to know when something was truly bothering natasha, but sometimes you were able to see the light dull in her eyes, or the uncontrollable fidgeting she’d accidentally let slip. 

which is exactly what you were dealing with now. for the past few months you’d begun to notice a slight change in natasha’s demeanor. little by little she began to distance herself in ways she knew would be looked over, at least for a short amount of time. 

natasha started out small. rather than having her face meet yours, she’d turn her back against your front while you slept. she couldn’t bear to look at someone who deserved so much better than what she could ever offer. 

you meant the entire world to natasha, she would quite literally do anything to protect you. that being said, natasha felt the need to protect you from her. 

a couple of weeks after her initial push back, you noticed the way she’d flinch when you tried to hold her. it was almost invisible, but you knew natasha more intimately than anyone else ever had, which made it easier to recognize all the small things everyone else missed.

then you caught onto the fact that she started leaving the bed early in the morning, as if she was promising herself not to see you. natasha also started to work more. longer hours, nights she had to be away, and minimal effort to keep in touch kickstarted the fighting. 

just as everything else did, it started off on a smaller scale. you’d send texts clearly stating how upset you were by her choice of actions. natasha would always have some stupid excuse on hand as a response though.

things began to escalate when natasha willingly booked her days off into cheap motels that reeked of cigarettes. the redhead would often find herself sitting on the floor beside her bed, breath saturated in store-bought vodka. the russian felt cheap and disposable, just as she did when she was a kid being used by the hands of a man with no morals.

when natasha chose to go home she’d return with her hair knotted, tied loosely in a bun with an apology already made.

this went on for nearly two months before you’d finally decided enough was enough. you’d given her time, space, everything you thought might help, but she never made any attempt to reciprocate your efforts. 

so now you stood leaning against the wall across the living room, natasha anxiously settled on the couch directly in your line of view. your focus was solely on the spy. and despite her best efforts at trying to hide it, you could tell she was uncomfortable.

“i’m sorry...” she croaked, voice hoarse from her night full of crying. 

“i know you are.” 

natasha’s fingertips met the edges of her teeth, followed by the familiar sound of a snap. 

disgusting. natasha felt incredibly disgusting, which in turn made her own self-hatred rise to a level she’d never met before. because how could she? how could she sit here and make you suffer through her own self destruction? natasha knew she was causing you pain, a kind of pain you didn’t deserve.

“i wish you would talk to me and tell me what’s going on, nat. i can’t keep doing this with you and you know that.” you watched as she clenched her jaw, swallowing a breath as her leg bounced sporadically against the wooden floor. 

“i don’t deserve you. i don’t deserve you at all.” her eyes faltered.  

you bit your lip, not understanding where this was coming from. “what makes you say that?” 

“because it’s true.”

“there’s nothing true about that statement, natasha.”

“but there is!” she practically begged, “i’ve done so much wrong, damaged so many people, ruined so many lives. there’s nothing good about me, and there’s so much good in you.” 

you moved closer to her, words ready to fall from you lips about how wrong she was. noticing this, natasha began to trip and stumble upon her sentences as you enclosed your proximity. you frowned having not been used to seeing her in such distress. 

“it sucks because i love you. i love you so fucking much—” her lip began to quiver,  “—and i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry that i still selfishly need you. just please, please don’t you give me up. please don’t give up. i’ll be better, i’ll do better.”

you didn’t bother listening to the rest of what natahsa was saying because just as you’d previously stated, none of it was true. there was nothing that natasha could say that would change your mind. you knew her as the person she is, not the person she was. 

“nat? nat look at me.” you tried. 

it was only then when natasha noticed how close you were. she tried to pull away, but you were quick to stop her by by a small, fragile grasp of the wrist. 

“natasha.” 

the redhead stopped midway through her movement, green eyes trailing from your hand all the way up to meet your own. 

“yes?” her voice cracked. 

“i would never consider giving up on you, natasha. ever. don’t you know? it’s only you, my girl. i love you — only you, babe.” 

“yes, but-”

“but nothing. your past doesn’t define you. that’s what you’ve told me hundreds and hundreds of times, right? i need you to hear me out on this.” her hum was the only response you got, but you chose not to fight it.

“you are not the finished product they made you to be.” although hesitant, she nodded. “you’re good, natasha, you are. i know you’ve spent the last decade it seems, trying to make up for all the wrong that you’ve done, but at some point you have to forgive yourself. you were never at fault. i know you know that, but i need you to believe it.” 

you leaned closer, connecting your forehead with hers knowing how intimate that felt for natasha. “i don’t want anyone else. i only want you— only you, darling.”

natasha nudged her nose against yours as if she was asking for permission to kiss you, but you let her take the lead, let her take the time she needed to before she pressed her lips against yours. 

 “i love you more than you will ever know.”

you giggled into the kiss, “you’re wrong about that, natty. you know you are.” she rolled her eyes, pulling away from you to push you on your back.  

“shut up and let me appreciate you.”

you smirked, looking up at the redhead. “oh yeah? and how are you going to do that?”

“you’ll see.” 

“oh i’m sure i will.”

“yeah. you will.” 

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

otchet o missii

© @wintersthighs

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

part one ⸺ part two ⸺ bonus

request made by anon: Hi Maria you beautiful person you please be my friend 🥺 I kinda have a request but if it doesn't speak to you then you don't have to write it, could you write something where reader is an enhanced/ mutant (kinda like Wanda or Jean Grey so like crazy powerful and dangerous) and Bucky just will not let the government get near her because he knows they'll probably experiment on her to make her a weapon cause they're sus like that? It can be romantic or platonic no preference, if ya want, please and thanks sorry this was so long

word count: 1.165 words.

warnings/tags: none. dad!bucky being overprotective with his baby soldier.

author notes: re-posted because tumblr deleted it for no reason. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Soldat, stoy”.

(Soldier, stop).

Your eyes widened. Your heart raced. The time froze. That command clicked something in your brain, producing the spheres of flames concentrated on your palms to dwindle till disappearing. You had just one second to look around you, before turning at the firm tone of voice behind your back. You found yourself in the middle of Times Square, surrounded by different security forces, aiming at you with large-caliber weapons. Above your head, two helicopters were setting up a perimeter. The chaos spread around the long avenue. You didn't have an idea of how you ended up there, but you were scared like never before.

Turning slowly, your eyes landed on a pair of pale blue orbs. You didn’t notice the other people as a backup. A feeling of safety invaded you when he tilted his head confused, narrowing his eyes, trying to understand how it was possible that you were there. But before you could take a step closer to him, a twinge followed by an electric cramp shook your body. The last thing you heard before blacking out was an I got you, and a cold arm wrapping your abdomen.

BUCKY'S POV

Avengers Compound

06:03 pm, New York

“How do you know it’s not a trap set by Hydra?” Steve asked, reclining himself on his seat at the meeting table next to the rest of the Avengers.

“Because I trust her”. Bucky didn’t doubt replying, although he couldn’t understand why, hearing Stark clicking his tongue as he rolled his eyes.

“James, you don’t know her”. Natasha sighed, referring to the fact that being assassins together years ago meant nothing.

“I trained her. She owes me loyalty”.

“What’s that? Some kind of Stockholm Syndrome patented by Hydra?” Clint scoffed incredulously.

“Tell us what you know about her, Bucky. What you remember”. The captain asked his long-life friend, leaning on the table with both forearms rested against the edge of it.

The soldier gulped, deeply breathing, nodding his chin with his eyes lost somewhere on the dark oak. He explained how Vasily Karpov knew about you. An orphan with no family, no history, and a power of telepathy that allowed you to control the four elements as you pleased. Water, fire, earth, and air. From nowhere, your body could produce flames and throw them anywhere. Exactly the same you could do with water and air. Earth was different. Only by using your hands you could wild it as you want; creating earthquakes or holes, move it. The heroes around Bucky were stupefied. You were a potential danger.

Then, he told them about your skills. Karpov made him stay awake after killing Tony’s parents to train her. You were just a kid. And soon, you were a soldier with an angelic face who could kill anyone just by blinking your eyes. To tell the truth, the Winter Soldier was everything you had in this life. You two worked together, hand-to-hand, for more than ten years until he disappeared. With him out of the game, Hydra continued experimenting with you to replace him. But they reached a point where you couldn't bear the pain, losing control completely.

“Let me talk with her, please”. Bucky begged, touring his eyes around the people there.

“It’s too dangerous”. Vision affirmed, taking a position close to Tony.

“She. Owes. Me. Loyalty”. He repeated almost hissing, pointing out every word with his silver forefinger poking the table.

“You have five minutes before the Government brings her to the Raft”. Rhodes sentenced, crossing his arms on his chest. “Five minutes”.

Escorted by Steve and Wanda, who was the only one there that could control you, Bucky went down to the third sublevel. When the soporific made its effect and knocked you out in the middle of Manhattan, the Avengers managed to take you to their compound.

You were still stoned, but conscious enough to know what was happening around you. Everything spun inside the bunker. Your head hurt like hell and you felt a knot within the pit of your stomach that made you want to puke your guts. As the heavy door proffered a loud noise being opened you retreated to the farthest corner, placing your knees to your chest and wrapping your legs with both arms. Again, you were shaking. Terrified. About to beg for your life.

“Soldat, otchet o missii”.

(Soldier, mission report).

Your breathing became erratic as if the air wasn't enough to fill your lungs. You were at the edge of your crying, raising your hidden face from the gap of your knees. The Winter Soldier was standing some feet away from you. No expression on his face, as always, but with the small difference of a slight inkling of concern. He also looked skinnier, shorter hair, a grown beard. He looked healthier, free.

“Net zadaniya”. You whispered with a broken tone.

(No assignment).

“Soldat, otchet o missii”. He repeated taking a step ahead, hardening his voice.

(Soldier, mission report).

The command made you gulp a sob. Wasn’t he believing you? How could you lie to him?

“Net zadaniya”. You replied with no hesitation, standing on your bare feet and sticking your back to the wall. “Missiya ne naznachena”.

(No assignment. No mission assigned).

You noticed he wanted to turn to his partners, but he didn't. The soldier kept eye contact, coming a little more closer, invading your personal space without caring. He tilted his head forward, trying to find the answers to his questions in your orbs. But they both were emptied with the sole exception of the horror invading your chest and reflected on them. You didn't want to come back. You wanted to be released from Hydra's chain. You weren't an assassin, nor a monster.

“I wa… I was looking for… you”. Babbling, you confessed, being the explanation for why your mind took you to that place in concrete.

“Why?”

“Because you are the only person I have”.

His eyelids narrowed for a second, scanning your intentions, feeling frustrated by not finding anything hidden beneath your words. “Otchet o missii, soldat”.

(Mission report, soldier).

“Net zadaniya, Sergeant Barnes”.

(No assignment).

It was the first time you pronounced part of his real name since you met him many years ago and you could listen to his heartbeat increasing. Before you blinked, his metallic hand grabbed your throat and pinned you against the wall, watching the fury and the rage taking control over his grimace. Glancing above his shoulder, a redhead woman stopped the blonde man known as Captain America. Your gaze focused again on the soldier, loosening slowly the grip on your skin.

“Why don't you remember me?”

The last thing you knew about him was that the man behind him brought back the memories of his past life. His real life. But he was still looking at you with hate and revulsion. Of course, the Winter Soldier was conscious of who you were. What he had forgotten was how he felt about you. He didn't reply to your question, walking backward to the exit, leaving you there. Alone. Again.

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