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horrorxweasley · 3 years

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(Part 1) Triple W Mafia George x Fem! Y/N series

Warnings: Swearing! that’s it really (unless I've missed something then please let me know)

Word Count: 2,174

Summary: George Weasley is a renowned Mafia boss who took over from his Father Arthur once he retired, to carry on the Triple W mafia legacy. The only mafia known to be able to keep the Death Eaters (their rival mafia) at bay. However there is one item that they stole from the Triple W’s which George is determined to get back...his mothers necklace, the family heirloom. Y/N Greyback has been forced to comply with the Death Eaters wishes as her family are high up members. What happens when George and Y/N meet? And what happens when they fall in love?

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The lights were dim in the what looked like to be an old bar room, the red hue coming from the red lamp shades hitting the walls. Smoke from cigars fogging up the top half of the room barely keeping the floor below visible. At each table there were groups of men, all sitting in perfectly tailored suits, sipping on their glasses of whiskey, laughing and having a good time. At the back of the room however, sat one man, alone. His elbow propped up on the arm of his chair, his finger brushing over his top lip as if he were deep in thought. His other hand held the same glass as every other man in the bar, lazily not caring if it were to fall and smash everywhere.

The man, George Weasley, a tall ginger man who’s eyes were the dark but kind shade of brown. Although seemingly intimidating, George had a kind heart, if he seen someone being attacked or robbed in the street, everyone would end up feeling bad for the attacker by the time George was finished with him. He had no time for the scum who go out of their way to make someone else’s life a living hell in order for them to feel a small, temporary taste for a God complex.

George had only recently taken over the title of the Triple W Mafia Boss, when his father Arthur had decided it was his time to retire and pass over the family ‘business’ to one of his sons. George was one of 6 sons and one daughter within the Weasley family. His identical twin brother Fred was technically supposed to become the next Mafia boss, as he was the older twin. But, he had decided that his brother George was more fit to the job than he was. So, George gratefully took over the role and appointed Fred and his younger brother Ron, to be his sort of ‘Body Guards’ although, of course George was far from needing any form of help when it came to beating or killing a criminal, it was still always good to have a little back up sometimes.

“Hey Georgie, what’s the plan then? What we gonna do about these damn Death Eaters?”

George sat, not moving, deep in thought. ‘What was he going to do about those Death Eaters?’ He has no where to start, the bastards are constantly on the run. He was determined to find their whereabouts however, as they had stolen something very precious to him, his mother’s necklace. The Weasley family heirloom.

In a room that was very clearly abandoned and covered in moss and mould, sat groups of men and some women in black cloaks with peculiar pointed hoods. These people, in contrast to that of which the Triple W members, appeared extremely intimidating. The members of Triple W were intimidating, but these were the sort of people no one would want to encounter in the streets, day or night. There was no smoke from cigars in this small dingy room, there was however and eye watering stench, that was so strong some of the Death Eaters swore they seen a slight foggy green haze floating around the room.

All cloaked members were sitting in a circle all surrounding their leader Tom Riddle, or as he likes to call himself ‘Voldemort’. A tall man (not as tall as George) with black, short curly hair. He wasn’t wearing a cloak like his ‘followers’ but was wearing something that looked more like a bath robe, it was all black of course to fit in with the rest. All were listening in carefully to what he was saying, all apart form Y/N Greyback, daughter of Fenrir Greyback, a man who is considered very high up in the Death Eater mafia. She was sat in the corner, wearing a contrasting blood red dress that hugged all of her curves perfectly. Her Y/H/C hair was curled at the ends in neat ringlets, and she had some makeup on but not too much so she looked ‘dolled up’.

“We all know that the Triple W are cowering out in some fancy old bar, trouble is we don’t know where, I’ve had a few out scouting round the area, unfortunately they have all been caught” Riddle speaks out gesturing and engaging with his followers.

“What do you suggest we do then sir?” Said Fenrir who was sitting right next to where Riddle was parading around the room.

“I say we send out our most valuable member, of course, real them in, make them vulnerable” he smirked

“You don’t mean…”

“Oh yes, but I do, your daughter shall make excellent bate my dear friend, for she wears what Weasley most desires” Riddle finishes

Y/N too busy sat in the corner reading an old book, didn’t even notice that every Death Eater members eyes were on her, all smiling to themselves.

This may actually work, if we send out Y/N who is wearing that incredibly expensive looking, diamond necklace, it may just lure the idiot ginger straight to us” Fenrir laughed.

So their plan was set, send Y/N as bait and hopefully George would follow.

- George still hadn’t moved from the position he was sat in, he hadn’t taken a single sip of his drink, his eyes focussed and barely ever blinking. He was seemingly ignoring every person who tried to get a word out of him for some sort of plan to take down their Rival mafia. Sure he had killed a lot of spies they had sent out, but he was getting absolutely no leads on where exactly they were coming from, Riddle was smarter than he thought. It seemed he had Death Eaters coming from all over the country in all different directions and disguises. George had to find some way in order to track down where exactly they were based.

The sounds of other members arguing, specifically Fred and Ron who were standing right next to where George was sat, started to sound like a horrible ringing noise, it was driving him insane, how could he concentrate when these buffoon’s were yelling nonsense at each other.

“WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP” He yelled now getting up from his seat and walking to the middle of the smoky room.

“I can’t fucking think when you’re all fighting and arguing with each other on what we’re going to do. I am very aware that those bastards are close to finding us, alright? They’ve gained more members in the past few months than I can count on my two hands. Problem is, they’re coming from all over the country, there is no set direction from where they’re all coming from, meaning that they aren’t coming from their base. This brings us to our next problem, what we’re going to do about it. The only thing I can suggest right now, which I believe may actually be our only two options, is either we leave and find a new base OR we send out multiple people all round the general area of here just outside the boarders of this town where the forests are. Each mile will have two of our members, armed and ready to capture and interrogate anyone that comes from outside the town. This includes anyone who seems innocent to the eye I.e. a mother and child as we all know by now there are families who have been a part of the Death Eaters for years, long enough for them to welcome their children. If you see a mother and child however, you of course don’t attack them straight away, you take them for questioning and more importantly, you look for that damn skull snake monstrosity that they all have tattooed on their left forearm.”

George stands looking between each of his guys trying to gauge what they were thinking by their faces.

“So what’s it to be? Hands up if you think we should move”

No one put their hands up and George smiled knowing that everyone in Triple W are too loyal to the town of Diagon to even consider leaving.

“Good choice boys, now” he rubs his hands together “who’s volunteering to be part of the watch team?”

- Y/N couldn’t believe her ears when she heard the plan to trick Triple W into following her back to the Death Eaters. She also had no idea that the beautiful silver diamond necklace that hung lazily round her neck was the stolen Weasley heirloom.

The actions of her family disgusted her, she knew that what they stood for and what they were doing was wrong, but putting her in harms way all over a stupid rivalry, AND tricking her into thinking that the necklace she had was a gift. She felt so stupid for believing them, Y/N had no options but to accept that she was going to have to go along with their horrendous plan and bait George and other members of Triple W into following her back into her family and Riddle’s evil grasp.

“Perfect” Riddle smiled grimly when Y/N accepted

“But of course, we can’t just lure them in, in one mere night, no, you have to spread this out over the course of a few days. Have him become intrigued by you, follow you a little while. You’ll be staying in a place called the Leaky Cauldron, don’t let him see you in there, it’ll blow your cover. Make sure he only sees you walking through the streets. Got it?”

Y/N tentatively nodded her head

“Good, and then, when the time is right, you’ll lead him straight here. We’ll be in communication with you, don’t let me down”

Y/N shakily made her way to Diagon, bags packed and the necklace still hanging round her neck. She had since changed into a black, silk dress, helping the bright silver of the necklace stand out against the dark colour of her clothes, further, of course to draw George Weasley’s attention.

Once she had settled into her room at the Leaky Cauldron, she was given specific instruction to make sure she wondered round the street at night, as that is most likely when Triple W members will come out from wherever they were hiding.

Y/N took a step out into the cold crisp night air, her heels click clacking off the stone pavements. She couldn’t help but take in the beauty of the town, cobblestone roads winding all through it, the windows on each building slightly askew but somehow didn’t seem out of place. It was as if she were walking through an old victorian town.

Snapping her thoughts back to the task at hand, she pulled her black shawl over her shoulders more and continued to wander aimlessly round, trying to find some form of clue as to were Triple W were hiding.

- George was more than satisfied with the outcome of the meeting they had today. He had 40 people on a list to keep watch each mile surrounding Diagon, meaning that all 20 miles would be covered. They all had their instructions ingrained into their heads and were ready to get to work the next day. Fred and Ron as usual would stay within Diagon with George, communicating to those who were out surrounding the area getting updates and passing round information. George had also decided to send a few extra spies out, including his younger sister Ginny to be on the look out for any Death Eater members who may still be lurking round the town.

George, Fred and Ron made their way out of the old bar room, and onto the streets. George made sure that they each had means of contacting each other. Fred whom George would normally live with, agreed that they each should have their own flats or place to stay in order to cover more of Diagon, and therefore be more accessible to those out in the forest. With their last goodbyes and a few phone calls to book places to stay, the three brothers separated all going in opposite directions.

George headed down the street, his hands becoming slightly red from the cold, and he could see his breath in the air. The dim orange streetlights barely lighting up the path as he walked past the old crooked houses and shops.

Just a George turned the corner he bumped into someone, a woman, dressed in a black dress and shawl.

“Oh I’m so sorry miss, I wasn’t looking where I was going properly, these damn street lights barely light up 2 feet in front of you. Are you alright” George asked looking into her eyes with worry

“I’m perfectly fine, sir, thank you” she smiled back and walked away

But George followed her with his eyes, more specifically he followed her neck, because what was hanging from it made him do a double take. He knew those diamonds from anywhere, they way they glistened brightly in every light. Was that, his mother’s stolen necklace?

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coffeecakefanfics · 3 years

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Mosaic | B.B x Fem!Reader

An: I can’t tell if I like this but have it anyway

Fluff? idfk

requests are open

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It started innocently enough. When Bucky was brought to the compound Steve had taken the young girl under his wing, treated her as his kid. Though in all fairness she was Stark's actual kid first, she never minded Steve stepping in as a second parent. She actually appreciated Steve and Bucky coming to visit her in her room or when theyd all sit in the living room and watch movies, catching the pair up on things they’d missed.

Steve had to go on a mission, it left a few other Avengers, Wanda, Nat, Bruce, Bucky, and Peter (who popped in every now and then to ask for help from the older girl).

“Hey Guys, can you do me a favor and look at this piece and tell me what you think?” She asked, carrying a large canvas into the Kitchen. Wanda stood at the stove, Pepper was sat at the counter typing on her laptop and Bucky was perched at the table, a cold look on his face.

“Show,” Wanda grinned and turned from the stove.

“It’s for my senior portfolio, my theme is “Lost in Time”,” Y/N spun the canvas, setting it on the table. It was a painting, a painting of Steve and Bucky from the forties, a painting of a picture that to Bucky’s knowledge had been lost. The breath left his lungs and tears sat at the edge of his eyes.

“I Figured I’d paint my two favorite guys, you know, since you literally were lost in time and all,” she gulped the lump in her throat at everyones silence.

“Do, do you have more?” Bucky asked barely above a whisper, his fingers willed him to reach out. Y/n slowly nodded and peeked down at the painting. It was the first thing he’d ever said to her, and her alone. It made her heart skip and her stomach flutter.

“It’s beautiful Y/n. I’m sure this is the one that’ll get you the scholarship,” Pepper smiled and stood, kissing the top of the girls head.

“Thanks Pepper, Hey Wanda how long till dinner?”

“About 30 minutes dear,” Wanda smiled at the girl.

“Okay, Bucky I can. . .Show you the others, if you’d like that,” Y/n spoke slowly, testing the waters. Receiving a nod in response the girl hugged Wanda and kissed Pepper on the cheek before leading the man up to her room. The walls were a soft white and were littered with paintings and posters and vinyl records. Bucky watched as she set the painting on an easel.

“This one is one of Steve, When he was doing the propaganda tour,” she smirked and pointed to the painting.

“That one is of a little boy i’d found in an old photograph, he’s polish. Oh this one, is actually inspired by Gone with the Wind umm, it’s one of my favorite books and movies that’s a period piece,” she motioned to a painting of a woman on a swing in one of the big puffy dresses.

“It was mine too,” Bucky almost, almost smiled.

“I have a copy of both if you’d like to ever read or watch it,” she beamed at him. It set something in him ablaze.

Here she was 25, sitting in her apartment on facetime with her little sister, working on her portfolio

“Morgan I promise to come see you and mom this weekend, I just have work,” Y/n laughed at her sister.

“But I miss you now,” The little girl frowned.

“I miss you too goofball,” her eyes welled up.

“Mommy says you’re going to be famous,” Morgan spoke pointedly into the camera. Y/n let out a chuckle at her sister.

“Don’t jump baby, I still have a lot of work to do,” she smiled.

“Mommy also said daddy would be proud of us,” her heart panged at that.

“He would Morgs, you know, Daddy loved you very much,” Y/n felt tears slip from her eyes.

“Come on Morgan, dinner, “ Pepper spoke, “Say bye to Sissy,”

“Bye, Hurry home”

“I will” Morgan passed the phone to Pepper.

“How are you doing Sweetie?” Pepper had a solemn smile on her face.

“I’m. . . “ Y/n stopped. “I miss him, everyday,” the tears spilled over.

“I know baby, I miss him too. Our door is always open if you want to stay,” Pepper tried not to cry, for Morgan.

“Thanks mom, Give Morgan a huge hug for me okay, I’ll see you this weekend,” Y/n choked. Pepper said her goodbyes and hung up the phone. (E/c) eyes drifted to the larger than most canvas across the room, the canvas covered her dining table and was adorned with a half painted portrait of her dad, Steve and Nat. The memorial piece would be hung publicly at the new Stark Memorial building. She tried to finish it, the unveiling was in two weeks, but nothing felt right. It had been 6 months, 6 long months without her dad, without Nat, without Steve.

A gentle knock drug her attention to the door. She drug her feet as she crossed the room, opening the door as much as the chain would let her standing before her was Bucky and the New Captain America, Sam Wilson himself. She gasped and slammed the door shut, flinging it open and wrapping her arms tightly around Bucky. The tears fell again.

“Holy shit, how, how did you find me?” she asked as she pulled back and threw her arms around Sam.

“Had to ask your stepmother,” Sam smirked when Y/n stepped back.

“In, come in, sorry,” she stepped aside and let the men in. The two smirked at the decor in the apartment.

“You always did know how to make a place feel like home,” Sam joked and let his eyes drift over pictures of her with the Avengers.

She turned her attention to Bucky who shifted in his shoes. “I missed you Buck,” she smiled at him.

“Missed you too doll,” he bit his cheek. “Sorry I didn’t call I-”

“Don’t” Bucky gave her a look. “Don’t blame yourself, you had a lot going on, so did I, but it’s okay you’re here now, so chill,” she smiled and nudged him, earning a light chuckle.

“So what brings you handsome men to my little home?” she joked and pulled down two wine glasses

“Well, we wanted to check on you, it’s been 6 months. Hear you’ve been busy?” Sam questioned, and thanked her when she handed him the wine.

“Yeah um, I managed to get into an art exhibit, and I’m working on a piece for the Stark Memorial building,” she handed a bottle of beer to Bucky. She’d never admit it, but she kept a six pack in the fridge for if he ever stopped by.

“Stark Memorial?” Bucky asked.

“Uh Yeah the memorial building, one of my artist friends is carving the statues out front of Steve, Nat and, Dad, I am in charge of the Painting for the entryway, the one that’ll hang above the door. The memorial is going to display the suits and tech and stuff like that I don’t know the specifics,” She stammered on. The three sat and talked for hours before Sam had to go, it was getting late and he didn’t want to miss his flight in the morning.

“Bucky?” her voice was soft.

“Yeah Y/n?” he looked at her. Regret filled his belly as he took in her frame.

“Do you mind staying a little longer, it’s been a while and I missed you,” her voice was shaking, nervous, scared of rejection.

“Of course,” he nodded and sat back down.

“So therapy?” she spoke, her tone lighter. Bucky let out a groan.

“Do NOT get me started,” he rolled his eyes. Y/n let out a laugh, a laugh that he missed.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to her, in fact he would sit and watch her name light up his shitty phone. He was afraid, afraid that he would get attached, that she would leave him too. That his heart would betray him yet again. He was Afraid of losing her, of loosing the only other person he felt at home with until now.

“I’m proud of you Buck,” she swirled her wine, he hadn’t noticed she’d brought the bottle to the table.

“For?”

“Trusting Sam,” she peeked up at him. A soft pink dusted his cheeks. He took a sip of his beer, missing the feeling of being tipsy or drunk.

“I wanted to call,” he blurted out. His words took the girl aback.

“I just, I couldn’t bring myself to, not after what happened,” he cleared his throat.

“Oh Buck,” she set her glass down and stood up. “Come here,” she held her hand to him. He traced his eyes over her hand, up the expanse of her arm, over the curve of her shoulder, before allowing himself to submit to her. Her hand was soft, warm, clammy. She led him through her apartment and opened a door. She pulled him through. With a flick of the switch the room buzzed to life, her studio. His eyes danced around the murals and paintings that littered the desks and shelves and walls. His eyes were directed to a desk in the corner, a sheet was draped over a canvas. Her fingers lifted the dust colored fabric to reveal a painting that knock the air out of Bucky’s lungs and made his eyes well up. The same effect her first painting had on him now knocked him breathless once again. It was the two of them, sat side by side in the quinjet, his first mission. The two wore huge smiles across their faces. Her hair was set back neatly and Bucky had his pinned back, courtesy of the girl next to him. God only knows what had them all smiled, but that was the moment they realized they needed each other.

The mosaics of paintings around the room started to make his spin, most were snippets of them. Have you ever taken that first sip of coffee? The way it slides down your throat and hits your belly so well it speaks to the soul. The feeling Bucky felt when he looked back at Y/n again. Her hair was messy from work, her lips stained from the wine, the way her clothes fell on her body had Bucky’s head spinning. He felt almost dizzy? Is dizzy the word he felt. He let himself go, entirely, giving in to the craving of her skin on his. He enveloped her in a hug that was nothing short than the blanket of security she had longed for since her dad passed, since Steve left, Since Bucky hadn’t returned her calls. The barrier between the two crumbled as he cradled the back of her neck gently in his hand, the cool metal pressing her back to be closer, willing himself to conjoin with her, to never leave her again. Tears fell from his eyes this time.

“I was scared,” he said. “Steve left me, he chose her, and I didn’t want to lose you too,”? He choked.

“Buck?” He couldn’t respond, only nod.

“Your painting was the one to get my scholarship,” she spoke, her voice was shaky, small.

“I’m so proud of you,” he pulled back, letting his fingers brush over her cheek. “So proud” he pursed his lips.

“I buy plums and beer just in case you come by, I reread Gone With the Wind and the Hobbit when I'm sad because it was your favorite. I sleep with my window cracked because hearing outside made you sleep better. I never wash my clothes on Wednesday because that was your day. I am a mosaic of you and all of your pieces,” the way she looked at him shattered every doubt he had. The way her lips felt against his shattered hers. The two wrapped themselves in each other, relishing in the feeling of releasing pent up emotions.

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years

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Spencer Reid x reader

Request: You’re Morgan’s adopted sister and both of you work for the BAU. You’re in a relationship with Spencer and have managed to keep it a secret from Morgan.

Anon request: Helloooo! Could you write one where Morgan and reader are siblings (reader was adopted or fostered) where they both work at the BAU. But reader and Reid have to hide their relationship because even though Morgan loves Reid he’d kill him for laying a hand on his baby sister. Usually Garcia helps them get away by distracting Morgan but this time he finds them anyways. But he’s just more mad that they didn’t tell him than the fact that they’re dating. 🥺❤️ Love youuu!!! ///

A/N: I love this. Too cute. Thank you for your request!! xx (love you too!! )

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“Spencer, we should really get back to the team.” You whisper as he’s peppering kisses along your neck. His hand sliding down your thigh and hiking your leg around his hip, he presses himself against you. Letting out a groan your hands go to his hair.

“Penelope has it covered.” He starts kissing at the open skin on your chest where’d he’d unbuttoned your shirt.

“Spence, seriously, we really should get back to the team.” Your head goes back against the shelf behind you.

“If you insist." He sucks gently on the skin on your neck before stepping back, fixing his shirt and hair. “You want to come over to my house for dinner?”

“Sounds good to me.” You fix your shirt to the best of your ability and smooth down your hair as you step out of the room, glancing around, “Coast is clear.” You whisper and step aside so Spencer can walk out.

“I’ll go get us some coffee, you walk in first?” Spencer says, grabbing your ass once more before you walk through the doors of the BAU, which earns a squeal. You give him a glare as he walks off toward the kitchen. He winks in return.

As you make your way across the bullpen, to your desk, Penelope had Morgan cornered at his desk. She sees you walk in and quickly bids goodbye to Morgan before hurrying to you, “Your shirt.”

You glance down at your shirt and sure enough, the shirt was buttoned back up wrong. “Shit.” You mumble, quickly fixing them.

Penelope shields you from eyes, “Much better.” She laughs a little, giving you a nod before walking back to her office.

You make your way to your brother’s, adoptive brother that is, desk. The Morgan’s had adopted you when you were only a baby, so they were the only family you knew. As you grew older, you took particular liking to your older brother, Derek. He was the only boy in the family but you two were joined at the hip. He was only 5 years older than you. You were always following him around, even as a kid, wanting to be just like him. And he never complained. You weren’t like his other sisters; they were into dolls and pretty makeup, but you wanted to play action figures with Derek. You admired him and he was one of your best friends. So, you ended up following in his footsteps and was recruited by the BAU right out of the academy. Morgan taught you everything you knew.

You weren’t on the team a week, before you ended up on a date with the Dr. Spencer Reid. He made your heart swoon and he swept you off your feet with his jokes. You knew your brother would kill him if he found out about the two of you. Spencer was like a little brother to him and you were his little sister. He was very protective over you. You had one boyfriend in high school and Morgan made sure that didn’t last long. Boys were scared to even talk to you because they knew your brother was FBI Agent Derek Morgan. He told you, “You don’t need to focus on boys right now. Get an education.” and “No man will ever be good enough for my little sister.”

So, that’s why you and Spencer have now kept your relationship a secret for almost 6 months. Penelope was the one who figured out first. She’d walked in on you two in the kitchen, kissing. The rest of the team had left for the jet and you weren’t clear to go on a case yet, so Spencer was bidding you goodbye, thinking no one was there, but of course Penelope had walked in. You made her promise not to tell Derek, which she of course agreed too. She’d been a god send when it came to distracting Morgan, so you and Spencer could have alone time.

Morgan pulls his seat out from the desk, “We just got a case. JJ asked us to meet in the conference room.”

You nodded, “I’ll let Spencer know, he was getting coffee.”

The team had landed and spent the rest of the night at the Dallas, TX precinct, before deciding sleep would be a good idea. So the team and you headed for the hotel and sat around the lobby while Hotch dealt with getting rooms for everyone. Hotch makes his way over, “Here’s everyone’s keys. Everyone managed to get their own room this time.”

“Sweet.” Emily comments as she takes her key, the rest following suit.

You take a quick glance at Spencer who’s already giving you a look. You knew what this meant. As everyone went to their rooms, Morgan escorted you to yours.

“You realize, I can find my room on my own.” You say as you open the door.

He chuckles a little and nods, “Yes, I know, but I like to know you’re safe.” He motions down the hall, “I’m only at the end of the hall. Call if you need me.”

You nod before walking in the room. With a huff you throw your bag on the table. You groan as you slip off your shoes. Your feet aching from being on them all day. Then you toss yourself on the bed with a soft sigh. The bed is soft and fluffy. As you start dozing off there’s a soft knock on the door. You smile to yourself, knowing exactly who it is. Spencer.

The next morning you wake to the alarm on your phone going off. Rolling away from Spencer you check your phone. Oh shit. You’re late. You sit up startled, shaking Spencer, “Spencer! We slept in.”

Spencer groans in reply, throwing the pillow over his head. Usually you two would part ways at night so in the morning you both awake in your own rooms, not to raise any suspicion.

“Spencer!” You hiss, throwing his clothes on the bed, “you have to get up! Morgan will be here any minute to come get me!”

“Shit.” He mumbles into the pillow before sitting up, groggy. “We fell asleep last night.”

“Yes and now you have to leave before Mor-” You’re interrupted by a knocking on the door, “y/n, it’s me. We’re going down for breakfast.”

Your wide eyes meet Spencer’s. “O-Okay! I’ll be out in a minute! I uh I slept in!”

“Okay, I’ll meet you downstairs then. Hurry up though!” Morgan answers.

Spencer quickly stands and begins pulling his pants on, struggling, “We really should tell him. How much longer can we keep this from him?”

You dig through your bag and find another shirt and pants to slip into. “I know, but I’m terrified how he’ll react.”

A couple weeks later, you and Spencer were doing your thing, a quick make out session in the closet before anyone else arrived. You and Spencer froze when you heard Morgan’s voice, “Hey baby girl, have you seen y/n? I checked the kitchen but she’s not there. And her stuff is on her desk. So I know she’s here.”

“um.. I think she’s in the bathroom.” Penelope answers. It sounded like they were right outside the door.

“What about pretty boy? His bag is on his desk too but I haven’t seen him either.”

“Filing room for something. I think” There was a moment of silence and footsteps walking away.

“Maybe we should..” You start to say, “Yeah we should.” Spencer finishes for you. You two make your way out of the closet and into the bullpen to your desks. Morgan was no where to be seen.

As you were moving your coat and purse off your desk to sit down, Morgan spoke behind you, “How nice of you two to finally show up.”

You jump a little and faced him, “Geez, Derek you scared the shit out of me. I-I didn’t know you were here.”

He nods, looking you over before taking a sip of his coffee. He glances at Spencer who doesn’t meet his gaze. “Hey pretty boy..” He motions to his neck, “You got a little something.”

You cringed a little, seeing what your brother was talking about. You’d left a nice hickey on his neck. You thought you’d left it lower where his collar would cover it, but obviously you were wrong.

Morgan then turned to face you and smirked a little, “You could at least be a little more careful.”

Spencer’s face goes red and his hand goes up to cover his neck. Your eyes go wide, “What.. what um are you talking about?”

Morgan chuckles making his way to his desk, “I was wondering when you two were going to slip up.”

“I don’t know what your talking about.” You deny, taking a seat at your desk.

He gives a nod before stopping at Spencer’s desk. He leans on his hands against the desk. Spencer’s eyes meet Morgan’s. He’s like a deer caught in headlights. “You hurt her pretty boy... I’ll kick your ass.” He warns. His voice is calm and controlled. It’s actually frightening.

Spencer gulps and nods, “I-I won’t”

Morgan chuckles and pats Spencer on the back, “Good.” before sitting at his desk. You look between Spencer and Morgan, wide eyed. Wait, that’s it? No yelling at him for touching his baby sister? No punches being thrown? No threatening to kill Spencer?

“You’re so calm... it’s frightening. You’re not upset? No lecture telling me I can’t see him again?” You ask, shocked.

Morgan gives a shrug, “Look, you’re an adult. Both of you are adults. I’m more upset about the fact you two kept it a secret from me and used Garcia to help cover it up.”

“How did you-” You furrow your eyebrows, trying to figure out how he even figured it out. You two had been so careful. And how did he know Penelope helped?

“I’ll never reveal my secret.” He chuckles, giving you a wink. You knew exactly what happened and groan. Penelope Garcia spilled the beans to her chocolate thunder.

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Hope you enjoyed it!! xx

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caffeineghostie · 3 years

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𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - [1]

Pairing: Bucky x female!reader

Word Count: 1496 (i’m sorry lol)

Warnings: just fluff, mentions of sleeping troubles, bad writing

A/N: the title of this series was inspired by this song (Sure Feels Right - Sixx: A.M.). This episode is mainly a flashback, but I hope you like it! As always, feedbacks appreciated! :)

https://open.spotify.com/track/5b11bMeduZGRAAuSeK1Aay?si=a40f424f9cc04e42

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“Ms. Y/L/N”

Still asleep in the coziness of your warm bed, you hear a familiar voice making its way into your subconscious. It sounds like Friday. Why would you be dreaming of Friday? Maybe it’s just your imagination, you think. Checking the time on your phone with one e, you groan: it’s barely 6 in the morning, so you roll over in your bed trying to go back to sleep. It’s too soon to function, anyway.

“Ms. Y/N, your presence is required in the briefing room,”. So it wasn’t a dream. You wonder what could be so important to bother you at this ungodly hour. “It regards Mr. Barnes,” the AI adds.

Now suddenly awake, you jerk up and scramble your way up to the bathroom to make yourself at least look presentable. Thank God you sleep in just a hoodie and leggings, quickly checking yourself in the mirror you figure out that they will do. You hurry to the conference room, worried that something terrible might have happened to Bucky during the night.

/flashback/

Your room is situated directly above his. You learned that one sleepless night, just after your relocation from the S.H.I.E.L.D. Head Department. You had to take a physical test the day after, a test you’ve trained all your life for, and that was the only thing separating you from fulfilling your dream: becoming an avenger, and the anxiety wouldn’t let you sleep. After tossing and turning for hours, your eyelids finally decided to close at 4 in the morning, when a loud repeating thud startled you. You couldn't place the source of the noise at first, but it seemed to come from the ground. While considering whether to get back to sleep, the noise was driving you mad. Cursing under your breath, you ran out of your suite, trying to locate the origin of the disturbance.

Wandering around the dark compound, sparsely lit up by the daylight, you found yourself outside a bedroom. The banging sounds louder now. Hesitantly, you knocked on the door, the thump suddenly stopping.

"Come in, Steve!" you could hardly make his voice out, hushed by the door. Turning the cold doorknob, you entered the room.

You didn’t expect the former Winter Soldier to have such an excellent taste in home decor.

The first thing you notice is the giant window that opens up on the city; ivy decorates the walls, its ramifications spreading all around the room. Your gaze fell on the bed, over which was stationed the inhabitant of the room, who was now looking at you, confused.

It wasn’t the first time you saw him, having noticed him in the common room just that morning when you first arrived. But you hadn’t been properly introduced.

"Uhm, hi" you hint a smile, waving with your hand.

"Sorry, I thought you were Steve," he excuses himself

“No problem, I’m Y/N.” you introduce yourself

“Wait, you’re the new girl, right? Nice to meet you. I’m Bucky” he offers you his right hand, and you get close to him to shake it, noticing the small ball in his left hand, reminding you the reason you came down here.

"You can't sleep?" pointing to the ball he has in hand with a tilt of your head. You knew his story, you couldn’t blame him for having nightmares.

"Yeah… I have troubles sometimes,” he started fiddling with the toy, looking down, embarrassed, then he finally realized, “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” he asked, holding up the ball, now looking at you ”I didn’t think there were bedrooms upstairs” he apologized.

“No, don’t worry about it. I wasn’t getting much sleep, anyway. I have this test in the morning and I’m nervous,”

“Right, the placing thing, isn’t it? Good luck with that” he wished you, smiling.

"Thanks,” a lightbulb lights up in your head, grinning, you say: “I have an idea. Follow me”. And with that, you leave the room.

Bucky comes after you, confused but curious, up a couple of flights of stairs. The bedroom floors are on the highest level, so there’s no need to take the elevator. Arriving at the end of the corridor, you stand in front of a small red metal door, holding the handle with a hand. You turn around to face Bucky. and you find yourself on the roof.

“When I was little and I couldn’t sleep, my dad would always show me the sky. No matter if at night or in the morning, there was always something spectacular to watch. Like this” you say, opening the door. You are on the roof, gesturing at the scenery in front of you. Obviously, the stark tower was the tallest edifice around there, so you could enjoy the view without obstacles. The sun was coming up on New York City, its rays bouncing all over the buildings in front of you, creating a work of art in front of you.

“It's amazing,” Bucky is at a loss for words. Leaning on the metal railing that perimeters the roof, he takes in the scenery. “You know, I’ve been here for months and I’ve never thought of coming up here,” he scoffs, smiling and shaking his head.

“It made me realize that no matter what happens in life, the sun is always going to come up. Or the moon for what matters. It’s cheesy I know,” you chuckle, looking at him.

“Nah, it’s inspiring actually” he looks at you and his gaze lingers on you a couple of seconds longer than usual. You open your mouth to say something, but the beeping of your watch interrupts you: it’s 6.30.

“I gotta go, I have to get ready,” you say, looking back at Bucky.

“Right, the test. You’re gonna do great, doll, trust me,” he says smiling at you. “Oh, and thanks, for this, you know,” he adds, gesturing to the landscape.

“No problem” you laugh, “see you!” you go back to the door, turning one last time and catching sight of Bucky waving at you.

Just a handful of hours later, you nervously enter the gym. Your assigned supervisor is Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, is already there. Not exactly the person you were keen on disappointing.

The exam consists of completing a set itinerary in the minor time possible, and you were currently holding the highest record, that’s why your supervisors at shield sent you to the stark tower when a spot opened up amongst the avengers.

“Ms. Y/L/N, it’s a pleasure to have you here” Captain America holds out his hand to you, seeing you appear in the gym.

“Thank you, Captain Rogers, it’s an honor to meet you,” you shake his hand

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. I wish you the best of luck.”

“Thank you” you reply nervously. What if you failed?

You enter in position, giving a quick glance at the door, and you notice Bucky leaning against the doorframe, smiling at you and holding two thumbs up.

Captain Rogers blows the whistle. Time to start. You know the course like the back of our hands, you’ve been training in all different combinations for years, and your mind goes on autopilot. Still, it’s an examination, and the fear of failing in front of your possible next boss is always at the back of your mind. But now it’s not the time to reconsider everything. You’re there now, you might as well give all you’ve got.

Just as you arrive at the finish line, Captain Rogers blows the whistle again, stopping the chronometer. You’re out of breath, hoping to have made at least the same time as your record.

“Seven minutes thirty-eight” he shouts from the other side of the gym, smiling at you

“What?!” it’s your personal best. You can’t believe it.

“Ms. Y/L/N, you’re officially part of the Avengers, congratulations!” Steve announces, smiling at you.

Looking back at Bucky, you see him mouthing a silent “Told you”, grinning at you.

You’re an Avenger now.

/end of flashback/

This was three months ago.

Ever since then, you and Bucky have become good friends. Every time you heard him playing with the ball against his ceiling, you would go downstairs and spend the night in his room, either talking or watching a movie, and then you’d go on the roof to watch the sunrise. It had become like a special place for the both of you.

Over time, your affection for the super-soldier grew more and more, but you didn’t dare to say anything, in fear of ruining your friendship with him. You were okay with suffering a bit if that meant you didn’t have to lose him.

Little did you know he felt the same.

Lost in your thoughts, you had arrived outside the conference room. What could have required your immediate presence? Is Bucky okay?

Pushing the glass door, you make your way in.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #marvel #marvel fanfiction #fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes x you #james buchanan barnes x reader #spilled ink #captain america #steve rogers #steven grant rogers #bad writing #writing #sure feels right #sure feels right sixx am #sixx am

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michelles-garden-of-evil · 3 years

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Quiz: Which Desmond Hall Character Are You?

SPOILER WARNING FOR DESMOND HALL ARCS I AND II

Last week, I was going to work on finishing my next review, but then my muse pulled me aside and ordered me to write a Desmond Hall personality quiz while threatening me with a conjure doll and silver pin. Not every Desmond Hall character is in this quiz, only the ones that I thought would be the funniest to write. Enjoy!

1. You have just arrived at an ancient manor house enveloped in darkness that rests atop a sinister network of haunted caves. When you learn this, how do you react? A. Lie in bed for several days while writhing in agony. B. Accept it and keep myself busy while pining for my voodoo island home. C. Act insufferably smug, because soon the house will belong to me. D. Go search for creatures in the caves to alleviate my boredom and satisfy my compulsion to do random disturbing things. E. Barely react at all because the writers have forgotten that I have a personality. F. Swan around while talking to myself about how the manor looks like something out of a storybook. G. Wish that I could live there again, because I've been trapped in a trippy magical closet for months.

2. The daily newspaper arrives and the headline reads, "GIRL BRUTALLY MURDERED.” What is your response? A. Retreat to my bedchamber and panic loudly about how I hope no one discovers that I’m the murderer. B. Get the body buried and all evidence concealed. C. Observe a moment of silence for my former doxy, then promptly forget she ever existed. D. Cut out the photo of the victim's face, suspend it from a papier-mâché gallows tree, and display it prominently in the foyer. E. Feel moderately concerned for my safety, but not too much. My ghost boyfriend will protect me...maybe. F. Scheme to blackmail the killer into marrying me. G. Wonder, "Was that my brother again?"

3. Your hobbies include: A. Moping around the manor house in fancy suits and contorting my face as though trying unsuccessfully to relieve myself. B. Reciting dramatic monologues with bits of scenery caught between my teeth! C. Plotting murder, robbery, and the corruption of young maidens while sipping sherry. D. I wander. I visit. I'm here and there. I'm a kind of ghost of Desmond Hall. E. I used to enjoy rebelling, flouncing, and bickering, but I've lost my taste for those. Now I prefer hanging out with old people in a cottage that smells of strange spices. F. Talking to and stroking my sweet little snake. (By which I mean "reptile with no legs and a forked tongue." Get your mind out of the gutter.) G. Necromancy.

4. Your favorite foods include: A. Bubbly eggs cooked in champagne. Definitely not kippers. B. The cuisine of my native island, before the evil of THE DEVIL JACQUES ELOI DES MONDES made all the plants poisonous and killed all the animals! C. My spouse's hors d'oeuvres--but only when I don't have to eat them off the floor. D. Sugar, strawberries and cream, and the very best...*checks Teleprompter*...butter. E. Muffins laced with magical herbs. F. The delicious misery of the man who tried to strangle me and of all the other women who want him. G. I don't eat anymore. I'm a ghost. Food passes right through me--literally.

5. What turns you on? A. A lover who is unpredictable but not murderously crazy, and who likes to wear lacy nighties. B. I would not know! I have not felt those urges in three hundred years! C. Money. D. Anyone from my preferred gender who actually wants to spend time with me. E. A ghost who behaves like Edward Cullen. F. Jean Paul Desmond! He is the sexiest male character in the history of television. G. Submission and unquestioning devotion. Also, lesbians.

6. What is your signature look? A. Highly flattering mod suits combined with an unflattering combover. B. A long black Victorian dress. C. A stodgy gray/green suit, which is probably in desperate need of Febreze after being worn three days in a row. D. Turtlenecks. E. Bleached blonde hair and faddish early ‘70s fashions. F. Long pointed fingernails, false eyelashes, and a creepy grin. G. I once hung from the ceiling with my shirt torn open. Does that count?

7. Everyone has a skeleton in their closet. What is yours? A. Although I want to reach out and help the beautiful young women who come to me, instead my hands reach out to kill! B. I single-handedly cursed my employer's family by signing his grandfather’s (misspelled) name on a pledge to the Dark Lord. C. I am a black widower. D. I used to participate in necromancy rituals with my dear cousin. E. I stole a piece of my mother's jewelry and sold it at a pawn shop. F. I am a priestess of the Serpent God. G. Funny you should mention skeletons. My closet has a literal one hanging in it.

8. If you had to guess, which of these personages were you most likely in a past life? A. A freebooter possessed by the Devil. B. Myself. C. Henry Seewald--who looks exactly like a toddler version of me--transported back in time via the 49th hexagram. D. Someone named Claude. E. A young girl sacrificed by a priestess who looked like my mother. F. Ophelia, if she were real. G. My great-uncle with the same first name as me, who was allegedly disowned for being a poet.

9. Your favorite Dark Shadows character is: A. Barnabas Collins. B. Magda Rakosi. C. Nicholas Blair. D. David Collins. E. Carolyn Stoddard. F. Angelique Bouchard. G. Quentin Collins.

10. What from 1970 Dark Shadows do you believe was most likely inspired by Strange Paradise? A. The character of Judah Zachery, who is highly reminiscent of THE DEVIL JACQUES ELOI DES MONDES. B. The use of a retcon to completely change Angelique's backstory. C. The name Desmond Collins. D. The implied reincarnation in the Summer of '70 arc that (sadly) never got explored as much as it should have been. E. The subplot about Quentin falling in love with Daphne's ghost. F. The Leviathan cult's use of snake iconography. G. The carousel in Tad and Carrie's playroom.

If you answered mostly A, you are Jean Paul Desmond, richest man in the world and master of Desmond Hall. Tall, dark, and incredibly handsome in spite of his receding hairline, Jean Paul is the victim of two self-imposed curses, one of which causes him to strangle people when the Mark of Death appears on his hand (which is totally not a reflection of some repressed or hidden part of his personality, having formerly displayed megalomania and control freak tendencies on his island). When not under the effects of this curse, he is the living embodiment of charm and sweetness and attracts would-be partners like moths to a flame. Logically, the same must be true about you, because online personality quizzes are never wrong. ;)

If you answered mostly B, you are Raxl, daughter of the Priestess of the Serpent and winner of the Canadian 1969 and 1970 scenery-chewing contests. Far older than she looks, the Desmond family’s housekeeper may not be as loyal as she appears, depending on the whims of whomever wrote the plot outline for the final arc. She is an expert on all things occult and supernatural, from tarot cards to the Egyptian Key. Even after her retcon, she is awesome.

If you answered mostly C, you are Laslo Thaxton, husband of Ada (Desmond) Thaxton and master of Desmond Hall in the absence of Jean Paul and Philip. I would say that you are an unscrupulous, greedy Devil-worshiper like Laslo, but I’ve always hated those personality quizzes that make moral judgments about people just because they share some traits in common with the villain. Therefore, I’m just going to assume that you are most likely a decent person who only got Laslo because you happen to love money and Nicholas Blair.

If you answered mostly D, you are Cort Desmond, twenty-something cousin of Jean Paul and Philip. Eccentric and erratic but oh-so-adorable, Cort is a polarizing character loved by some fans for his good looks and (often unintentionally) funny lines, but hated by others for being somewhat of a spoiled brat. Like Hamlet whom he idolizes, he seeks justice for the death of his father, along with the inheritance his Dear Stepfather Laslo wants to steal from him.

If you answered mostly E, you are Holly Marshall--or, rather, what Holly has become since her creator Ian Martin left the show. Formerly a spitfire with a high IQ, a low boiling point, and a love for outdated slang, Holly has become a shell of her former self under the new writers. She spends more time unconscious and hypnotized than not; when she is conscious, she wastes her time pining after an unsuitable love interest who treats her like Edward treats Bella in Twilight. I hope this doesn’t describe you, because, if it does, you should seek help. Don’t be like Desmond Hall-era Holly!

If you answered mostly F, you are Agatha Pruitt, a young seamstress obsessed with Jean Paul. While the master of Desmond Hall has attracted many suitors, none are as strange or disturbing as Agatha, who blackmails him into letting her live at Desmond Hall after his failed murder attempt and proceeds to wreak havoc there along with the Serpent God (who may or may not be Raxl’s Great Serpent) whom she worships.

Finally, if you answered mostly G, you are Jean Paul’s brother, Philip Desmond (not to be confused with his cousin Philip Desmond, or either of the two Philippes des Mondes). A secretive figure largely mysterious even to his own brother, the handsome Philip dabbles in the dark arts and other mysteries, which ultimately leads to his disappearance into the caves beneath Desmondton and reappearance as a ghost. His character alignment is unclear--he may be evil, or just chaotic neutral--but one thing is clear: whoever messes with Philip has the Devil to pay.

#strange paradise #desmond hall arc i #desmond hall arc ii #dark shadows #quiz #justforfun #i'm cort by the way #although i thought i would be agatha because of my answer to question number 5 #a lot of people think of sp as a ripoff of ds #but in truth the copying and inspiration went both ways #case in point: the carousel which sp introduced several months earlier #also you're welcome for that bad ada subtitle

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ionlyeatcomfortfood · 5 years

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Together Forever

A/N: Yo! I’m writing again! Hallelujah. Yes, before you ask, I will be continuing the Selection story and the soulmates au. I’m working on both right now, actually. But with the way my brain works, I need to bounce around with projects to get anything done, so here’s my entry to @stop-it-anxiety ‘s writing competition. The prompt was ‘Together Forever’, so here’s my angsty Roman fic because what do you expect?

Here’s a link to the page if you want to participate.

A/N 2.0: Holy shit, this got darker than I thought it would. Like, I planned Delcan being a not so great partner, but I didn’t think it would get this bad. Please, read the warnings and if anything there triggers you, DON’T READ THIS. It’s okay if you just can’t read this. I want everyone to be safe, and if that means you don’t read this, then it’s okay.

Word Count: 1747

Pairings: Abusive Rociet, Prinxiety, Background Logicality

Warnings: (There are a lot, so bear with me) Remus, Deceit (Delcan), abusive relationship, drinking, throwing things, keeping person from friends/loved ones (?), lack of consent, non-consensual... personal activities (only mentioned, not in detail), ace phobia, cheating. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, then don’t read it. It’s okay, I’ll live.

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Together forever.

It was a dream Roman had since childhood. To be with someone for their entire lives. For forever.

His twin brother (who was unfortunately older by 6 minutes and 9 seconds) Remus was constantly saying that it was a useless dream. That there was no such thing as true love. That love was a made up fairy tale that adults told to make them be quiet and go to bed.

And he wasn’t wrong to have these doubts about love. The twins parents split when they were five, and their dad left them. Their mom then started drinking to cope with her loss, and she stopped acting like their mom.

Remus had lost faith in love. But all those unfortunate events made Roman even more convinced that true love was what he needed. He just needed to find the right person.

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Roman thought that Delcan was his true love. When they met at an audition for Guys and Dolls, flirting back and forth like there was no tomorrow, Roman thought he had found the one.

After they had both made it into the show, Roman playing Sky Masterson and Delcan playing Nathan Detroit, Roman finally gathered up the courage to ask Delcan out. To Roman’s surprise, Delcan said no. Roman had to ask three more times before Delcan finally agreed to go on a date.

The date went swimmingly. They played off each other, witty banter common. This time, when Roman asked for a second date, Delcan automatically agreed.

They dated for three months before Delcan began to really show his true colors. The first time was closing night. The cast was going out for drinks after, and Delcan and Roman agreed, despite Roman not being a drinker. Turns out Delcan was. He took rounds and rounds of shots, till he was so far gone Roman had to practically carry him out of the bar.

When he dropped Delcan off at his apartment, Delcan begged him not to leave. Roman insisted that he had to get back to his house, and Delcan got angry. He grabbed a lamp and chucked it at Roman’s head. Roman managed to dodge it, but just barely.

Roman left after that.

The next morning, Delcan texted him, profusely apologizing, saying that he was always different when he drank, that it would never happen again. Roman, being the fool in love that he was, forgave him.

But it did happen again. And things got worse.

Delcan gradually started to ask Roman to hang out all the time. Roman barely got to see his friends anymore. Delcan would ask (demand) to see his phone to make sure that he wasn’t texting or calling anyone Delcan didn’t know, or that Delcan didn’t like.

Delcan asked Roman to move in with him, and when Roman showed hesitation, them only being together for four months at this point, Delcan made a big deal out of the fact that Roman was the first person Delcan had ever asked to move in, that he should feel special. So Roman did feel special. He moved in. Things got even worse from there.

Delcan would drink and get upset, throw things, mostly aimed at Roman’s head. He would always apologize, but Roman was starting to doubt those apologies and how genuine they really were.

He would leave for long periods of time, never telling him where he was going. When Roman asked him about it, he would tell him to fuck off and mind his own business.

Later in the relation, Delcan would force himself on Roman and make him do things he wasn’t ready for. Roman was asexual, which he told Delcan, but Delcan told him he would grow out of it, that he just needed some special treatment from him. Roman grew to believe him.

One day, Roman got the announcement that two of his best friends, Patton and Logan, were getting married, and he was invited. Roman begged Delcan to let him go. “Just this one time, then I won’t ask again, I promise.”

Delcan agreed, but he was never to ask again.

Roman got dressed up and went to the venue. It was a beautiful. Patton looked lovely in his dress, and Logan looked dashing in his suit. When they kissed, Roman cheered the loudest.

At the reception, Patton came and gave Roman the biggest hug.

“Ro! I can’t believe you’re here! It’s been so long!” Patton squealed.

“Yes, it has been quite some time Pat. It’s great to see you.” Roman hugged Patton back just as tight.

“Logan. How are you?” Roman asked when Patton released him.

“I am extremely happy right now, Roman. Thank you for coming.”

“Of course! How could I miss something this important?” Roman said.

Patton and Logan share a glance before Patton said “Well, we weren’t sure that you were coming, Ro.”

“What?” Roman asked incredulously. “Of course I would come! What would make you think-”

“You have been spending all of your time with your boyfriend, Roman. That’s why we didn’t think you were coming,” Logan interrupted.

“I haven’t been spending all of my time with Delcan.”

“Ro, when was the last time you hung out with us?” Patton asked.

“We... we hung out a couple months- and it’s bad that I have to go that far back,” Roman realized.

“We’re your best friends. We understand if your busy, but spending all your time with one person is not healthy,” Logan said.

“No, I don’t spend all my time with Delcan. I-I’ve just been busy,” Roman’s mind was racing. Did he spend all his time with Delcan? He hadn’t really done anything since Guys and Dolls. Maybe he was spending too much time with Delcan.

“Ro, maybe... maybe Delcan isn’t the best partner for you,” Patton rested a hand on Roman’s shoulder.

“No! He loves me, and I love him! We’re fine!” Roman snapped. Patton drew his hand back.

“Roman...” Logan placed a hand on the small of Patton’s back while speaking to Roman.

“Sorry, but I have to go. It was a beautiful service, and I’m happy for you two,” He couldn’t think. He needed Delcan. Delcan always knew what to think.

“Ro, wait!” Patton cried, but Roman was already out the door.

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Roman was thinking all the way back to his and Delcan’s place. Sure, he realized he spent way too much time with Delcan. He would change that. He would spend more time with his friends.

But Delcan wasn’t a bad person, he thought. Delcan just had a temper. He made mistakes. He always apologized.

By the time he got back, he had almost completely convinced himself that Patton and Logan were just paranoid and overthinking.

That all changed when Roman walked in on Delcan making out with a stranger on their couch.

Roman didn’t remember a lot from that night. Everything was a blur, and all he really remembered was how he felt.

First anger. Red hot, fury of hell anger. Then sadness. The utter sadness that comes with a broken heart. Then, finally, fear.

He broke up with Delcan that night. Roman grabbed his stuff, Delcan’s screams a background sound, and left, a teacup smashed on the door as he walked out.

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There were only who people who knew that story: Logan and Patton. He had explained it to them when he begged to crash at their apartment, because he had nowhere else to stay.

That is, until tonight. When his boyfriend, Virgil, made an inquiry about his past.

It had taken Roman awhile to get back on the dating scene after Delcan. Honestly, he didn’t think he would ever mount that great beast ever again. But then Virgil came around. At first, they were enemies. Virgil was sarcastic and rude, always pushing Roman to be the worst version of himself, over-dramatic and egotistical.

But when he found Virgil having an anxiety attack, he shed all his previous grudges against him and helped him get through it. From that, they got closer and closer, till one day, Roman finally gather up the courage to ask Virgil out. And this time, Virgil said yes on the first try.

They had been dating for over a year. They had fallen into an easy rhythm, and Roman had never been happier.

Virgil never pushed him. He knew Roman had some deep shit from his past, but he never pressed Roman to talk about it. And Roman loved him for it. But tonight, he decided that was going to change.

They were having their usual weekend movie night, when Virgil asked a small question. Nothing big really, but to Roman, the question meant everything.

“So, I heard from a friend that you were in a production of Guys and Dolls with Delcan Rose. Is that true?”

Roman paused for a moment. He knew if he started to talk about Delcan, his whole story would come flowing out. Was he really ready for that.

“Ro?”

For Virgil, yes. He was ready to tell this boy he loved with all his heart a story know by very few,

“Yes. I actually dated him for awhile.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “You dated Delcan Rose? What was it like?”

Roman sighed. “Awful.”

And the story flew from his lips like a murder of crows. All the abuse and heartbreak he had to deal with, all the hurt came out of him.

When Roman had finished, Virgil let out a breath and said “That is utterly disgusting.”

“Yeah.”

“I am glad that you told me about that, Ro. I’m glad you trust me enough to tell me. But holy shit is that dark.”

Roman just nodded.

“Hey. What happened to you is not your fault. I want you to know that. Everything that Delcan did was horrible, but that was on him. Nothing that happened to you was your fault.” While Virgil was speaking, he rubbed his hands through Roman’s hair, knowing that he would like it.

“I love you.” Roman said.

“Love you too, Ro.”

Roman pulled back for a second to grab something out of his pocket. It had been a year of bliss and happiness. Slowly, Virgil helped him heal, even if he didn’t know it. Delcan had made his life a living hell, but Virgil had changed it into heaven.

So Roman pulled out a little box, and asked the question he had been thinking about for a couple weeks.

“Virgil, will you marry me? Please?”

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cycat4077 · 4 years

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Changes: Chapter 7

There’s two chapters left and I’m excited!

Title: Changes Ship: Sonny x Reader (OC female character)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch.6 | AO3 | Chapter List |

Chapter 7: Absence - Sonny is missing from work one day and his absence hits you harder than you expected.

The summer is winding down and you’re near to having the backlog of SVU casefiles expertly organized and sorted. You’ve made a lot of progress, with only a few more boxes left to go. Time has flown by it seems and you realise that Sonny has actually been instrumental in making your days a little brighter. The two of you often find yourselves taking the same lunch break, perhaps coincidental or maybe secretly intentional. Regardless, it allows you both to simply enjoy each other’s company. That’s why you always get a little jolt of excitement when Sonny walks into the precinct in the mornings. You know you’ll at least have a reason to smile.

Today however, is different. Sonny hasn’t shown up for work. You take note of the other squad members as they arrive and begin their shift. You try to subtly keep one eye on the door, but person after person files in and there’s still no sign of Carisi. Your heart sinks a little further.

Eventually you tell yourself to accept that he won’t be at work today and you’re too ashamed to dare ask anyone why. It’s not that big of a deal. He owes you no explanation. Still, disappointment stems from his absence. You enjoy seeing him everyday. The way he never fails to dress slick, from his perfectly gelled hair to the crisp three-piece suits he adorns. He is the definition of handsomely presentable. Not to mention that he always makes sure to acknowledge you. If he’s busy, it may only be a smile and a nod. But, it’s enough. Looking back, you find it remarkable how in just a couple months, your attitudes towards one another have turned completely around. You’ve really gotten to know Sonny and he you. That’s why his absence hits you so hard. You miss him.

The morning continues to tick by slowly until you hear Fin pipe up as Sgt. Benson emerges from her office. “Hey Liv, where’s Carisi?” he questions.

Detective Rollins answers instead: “He took the day off. The Carisis are putting on a baby shower for Bella and Tommy.” Amanda waves her hand dismissively like this is a common reason for Sonny to miss work.

“That family and their big parties,” Fin utters to no one in particular, before taking a sip of his coffee.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the squad, you’re smiling. That sinking feeling you previously had is overcome by the comfort of knowing that Sonny is with his family. You feel somehow even more connected to the detective because of it. You imagine the delight in his smile as he laughs with his kin. He’s probably talking to his sister’s belly right now, telling the baby how much ‘uncle Sonny’ already loves them. Your heart aches, but in the best way possible.

The next morning you once again find yourself keeping watch in the direction of the elevator. Finally Sonny shows up, a smile on his face and looking rather rejuvenated. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding in. You raise your head in his direction, ready to greet him when he walks by, but instead Sgt. Benson is already calling for him. Rollins is to join him and head out on a call asap. You observe Sonny’s focus switch immediately. His posture straightens and his brow knits with concern almost as if he’s entered ‘detective-mode’. You sigh defeatedly. There goes any chance of saying ‘hi’ today. But as Sonny is flying past your station, he makes sure to turn to you with a smile and a wink before disappearing out the door.

You carry that image with you throughout the morning and into lunch. You hate to admit that such a simple, friendly gesture can make you feel so giddy. You decide a cup of coffee is just what you need to distract yourself and ready the machine.

Your stomach growls and you feel a little disheartened that it will end up being a day where you eat alone. So, you scroll through your phone while you munch on your food. After a while the coffee maker beeps, signalling you to down the final bites and fill your mug.

As you begin to attend to it, the breakroom door whooshes open and Sonny plops himself down in a chair. “Hey!” he tries to say casually, though it’s clear he’s out of breath.

“Hey, you’re back!” you reply before quickly turning towards the counter in an attempt to hide the smile that's spreading across your face.

“Busy mornin’!” he trills, unpacking his own lunch. He begins to wolf it down noisily.

“You want a cup?” you offer, pouring yourself a mug of coffee.

“Sure! Thanks, doll,” he responds through a mouthful of food.

You freeze. Doll? You’ve heard of that term of endearment before…but did he mean anything by it? You decide to shove the thought away and resume filling a mug for Sonny. You turn and set it in front of him with a smile. As you do, there seems to be a hint of anxiousness in Sonny’s eyes, almost as if he’s waiting to see if you’ll react to his phrase.

Instead, you switch to lightening the mood. “It was pretty quiet ‘round here yesterday without you,” you tease, sitting back down in your seat.

Sonny eases. “Yeah?” he lets out a chuckle and smirks. “Glad to know I was missed.”

“Didn’t say that,” you counter, blowing nonchalantly on your steaming beverage while gazing up at him through your long lashes.

His grin grows wider before he purses his lips to disguise it. Sonny then slides back in his chair to lean his elbows on the table. “Well, my ma sure did. It was good to go home for the day.” You smile sweetly in response, taking a sip of your drink. “I just can’t believe I’m gonna be an uncle again! Talk about make a person feel old,” Sonny’s brows raise as the realization hits him.

“I know what you mean,” you agree. “Seems like everyone I went to school with is already on baby number three!”

“Right?!” he exclaims with a gesture of his hand. “Ma keeps giving me hints about grandchildren, but you gotta walk before you run, y’know. Find someone, settle down, spend some time together, then you can talk babies. Besides, how the hell could I take care of a kid with my schedule right now?” Sonny rubs at his temple stressfully.

Your heart rises to your throat. He’s got the same values as I do.

He looks up to you with one eye open, “What? You think I’m nuts too?” he jibes lightheartedly. You didn’t realise that you were staring.

“No, no!” you blurt, feeling a little embarrassed. “It’s just I…think the same way about all that stuff. It’s nice to hear it coming from another person.”

Sonny’s eyes narrow while he drinks you in. A small smile forms on his lips and he nods in agreement.

“I just can’t believe it’s already August,” you say timidly, tracing your fingers absentmindedly along the handle of your coffee mug. “I’ve only got a couple weeks left.”

Sonny’s figure slumps as he stretches back in his seat. “Only a couple weeks? Seems like you just got here,” he says sympathetically. “You’re doing amazing work though. Savin’ all our asses, really. We’d be lost without you.” To Sonny’s delight, his words make you snicker. “I’ve enjoyed chatting with you. Turns out, you’re pretty cool,” he compliments.

“So are you,” you return and find that Sonny’s baby blues are kinder and gentler than you’ve ever noticed before.

“Hey, we should try to keep in touch after you leave. You know, in case one of us here can’t understand the filing system or, uh, in case I need to know how to dissect an eyeball for whatever reason.”

You scrunch your nose in laughter. “Or in case I need a legal-dictionary. Will you be on call?”

“Ab-so-lutely!” he reciprocates with a toothy grin. Sonny then pulls out his phone, flicks through it and turns it over to you. He wants my number! you think dumbfound. You quickly fumble with your own cell and do the same.

He stands up when you both are finished and smooths out his shirt. He tells you he’ll catch you later before heading back into the squad room.

Lunch is over, but you have a feeling of beginning rather than an end.

Chapter 8 here

#Changes #my fanfic #Sonny Carisi x Reader #Sonny Carisi #Sonnyshine of my life #law and order svu #svu fanfic

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rickssugarplum · 5 years

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Ricky Doll

This one is super long, my longest fic so far so be prepared! ❤

(Rick C-137 x Female Reader) NSFW-ish, Swearing, Fluff, Missing Someone, 2300+ words

You’ve missed Rick for so long and you have a Rick Plushie to fill the void. Rick finds out.

As much as you loved Rick, you couldn’t deny his constant adventures across the galaxy had occupied a lot of his time. You could never tell him, that you secretly wished he would spend less time in different dimensions and more time with you. But you weren’t stupid, Rick wasn’t a person who would be tied down. He was not like other men. He had priorities that were beyond relationships. A man of science could not be tied down. You respected his ways, knowing that telling him otherwise would be futile. But that never changed the fact that whenever he was gone, you felt... lonely.

Sometimes, you would feel a little hurt when you had gone days without seeing him, or falling asleep alone in your bed. Sure, he gave you a special phone to call him from space, but you didn’t think Rick would want to be bombarded with calls while he was traveling with his grandson, putting them in dire situations. Plus, you didn’t want to seem desperate. Lately though, he had been gone much longer than usual, sometimes going weeks without hearing anything from him. He would text you to let you know he was still alive, which you were thankful for. Still, you really missed him. You longed for his company, to have him hold you, to hear his gruff voice whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he would plant you with kisses, and fall asleep with his warm body beside yours. But you were also loyal. Cheating was never an option for you. You wanted Rick and Rick alone. While you knew he could never be replaced in your eyes, you recently found a temporary solution.

A few months ago, you had been dragged along to the Citadel of Ricks. While the genius had despised the idea of a citadel and thought it was basically a bunch of Ricks living as sheep, he had to make a delivery that would pay a ton of cash. You were pretty freaked out at seeing so many Ricks at once, They were all Rick, but at the same time, they were not. You had seen one Rick cleaning the streets, a few cop Ricks, a lizard Rick, and a few homeless Ricks too. It was a huge city filled with them! You kept by your own though for safety. While your Rick was talking to a client, You had been stopped by a Rick, wearing a brown suit, with some stuffed toys in his hands. “HEY, PRETTY LADY!” he startled the ever-living crap out of you. You were not used to a Rick acting so enthusiastic.“Would you be interested in buying a Rick and Morty doll?” He continued on with his little sales pitch. “Only twenty-five flurbos for you own stuffed companion!” He exclaimed. Companion. That was something you were missing lately, you had contemplated that it was a stupid idea, but it would be funny to have. You agreed to purchase the stuffed Rick doll, and exchanged with some flurbos Rick had given you from a trip to Blips and Chitz. The salesman handed the doll over and as you looked at it more closely. It was, oddly adorable.

It was near life-size. The stitching on the face captured his expression accurately. Its eyes were stitched to appear half lidded, lips in a thin line, perfectly capturing Rick’s resting expression. The spikes of his wild blue hair had were sprawling over the doll’s head. You ran your fingers through the material and it was soft to the touch, just like his hair. The skin was the same grey shade and the fabric of the clothes were cheaply made. But look wise, it looked amazing. And you had nothing to complain about. You just had to find a way to hide it from Rick. Surely, he’d make fun of you for buying a freaking stuffed toy, like a 6-year-old. Luckily, the citadel had a free service that offered to drop off anything to your chosen destination via a drop-off portal close by. You quickly entered the coordinates, and threw your new plushie through it. Not even a minute after, Rick returned by your side, 6,000 flurbos richer. You simply followed him as he shot a portal to leave the weird city. You never told him about the salesman, you never tell him about your purchase. Had no thought of telling him either. It wasn’t a big deal.

Weeks had gone by and you hadn’t seen Rick since. The loneliness you felt in your heart only intensified with each passing day without him. At night, you would take the doll out of your closet, smiling as you looked into its felt eyes. You would bring it to bed with you and hold it, wishing it was really him. Sometimes you would play with its hair as you drifted off to sleep. That had been a habit of yours when Rick stayed over. His hair was so soft, you couldn’t help running your hands through it, not that he minded. You felt you might have gone insane by sleeping with a stuffed version of your lover. But honestly, it helped you process throughout the day, knowing you would get to fall asleep with something physically similar at least. All you had to do is think of him, and he would be in your heart.

In the dark, you were sleeping, clutching onto the plush. The silence was interrupted when a bright green portal swirled to your room, Between the loud warping sound of the transportation and the bright effect it had, you woke up almost immediately.

“Mmph...” You hated being woken up in the middle of the night but your heart almost leaped out of your chest when you heard a familiar husky voice calling you.

“Hey, I’ve been texting you all night! What the fuck wer-” He stopped when he saw a lump beside you on the side of the bed he would usually sleep, his side of the bed. Rick’s brow furrow furiously, face becoming red; fuming. He looked ready to kill.

“MotherFUCKER!” He screamed as he launched into your bed dragging the source of his anger out of the bed.

“What the fuck, Rick!?” you shouted, now fully awake.

Next thing you see is him on the ground, punching the stuffed toy, with no rational thought in his body.

“Rick, STOP!!” you demanded, but he would not budge. You watched, freaking out as he kept assaulting his current target.

“She’s MINE, you fucking asshole!!” He screamed out, he was so pissed off, he couldn’t see, or care to see what kind of damage he would potentially do to the victim of his rage.

You jumped off your bed, running to the light switch and turning it on, revealing all of the room, including what had Rick seething with jealousy.

“You’re fucking dead you piece o-” He paused for a second, getting a better view of what he had been pummeling to the ground. It was.....soft, much softer than a human, he looked at his victim’s face and it was like looking in a mirror. It was...him? But a softer version, he examined the damage and he noticed, bits of cotton stuffing escaped on parts of the arm and chest.

“W-w-what the hell? Rick blurted out. Standing up, he picked up the soft item and looked at you, confused at what was going on. Your eyes shamefully moved to the floor, not wanting to see his face. “What is this??” he finally asked you.

“It’s a plush.....of you.....” you muttered, embarrassed. He saw the thing that had been a temporary fill-in for him.

“Where’d you get this?” He asked, he looked slightly intrigued and curious.

“At the citadel. While you were with that client. A salesman Rick approached me selling Rick and Morty dolls” you giggled, thinking about it. “I thought it would be kinda funny to have so...I bought one.” you explained, nervously rubbing the back of your neck, eyes darting across the room. This was honestly really humiliating. He still had one more question though.

“Well, w-w-why was it in your bed?” He could see your point about having it as a funny little gift, but he still didn’t understand why you were sleeping with it.

Now you were completely in an awkward position, you had no real choice but to answer him truthfully. There was no point in lying to him. You took a deep breath before you finally answered.

“It’s just that.....you haven’t been around lately. You’re off doing all these crazy adventures and working on new inventions and I just....really missed you..” you admitted. “I had it mainly to fill the void of you not being here... I’d hug it and would think of you...Nothing and no one can ever replace you, but, it has helped me a little when I really wanted you around...” you finished.

The cat was out of the bag now. He knew the truth. You told the god’s honest truth about how you just missed him and used the doll to cope with his absence. You mentally prepared yourself to face his ridicule, to hear him mockingly laughing at you for your sentimental, clingy, teenage mentality bullshit. To tell you to grow the hell up and get over the fact he was gone and that you look stupid sleeping with a damn doll. You looked up to see Rick’s face and see his reaction, which had surprised you.

He was looking at the plush that he just mere moments ago had been beating the shit out of. He sneaked in a slight smile. He was actually kind of touched that you missed him so much that you had a doll that resembled him to make yourself feel better about him not being there. In his expression, you saw something else; guilt. Rick knew he had been gone a little longer than he should’ve been. He never liked leaving you alone for so long, he had just had so much on his plate lately and didn’t have time to visit you or take you anywhere. After a while of silence, Rick finally looked up to you.

“Oh baby....” He said as he placed the doll on the edge of the bed. He was making his way over to you, opening his arms.

“C’mere.” Rick wrapped his arms around you in a warm embrace. Your body warmed up at his hold. It had been so long since you had seen him, heard him, felt him. A smile crept on your face as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment. You were listening to his soft heartbeat that always made you feel safe, let you know he was there, alive and well. That was something the doll could never replicate. Rick finally spoke up.

“I’m so sorry I haven’t been around. I nev-I never wanted to be away for so long, Shit’s just been so crazy lately. I’m sorry you’ve been so lonely.” he apologized as his hand was rubbing your back soothingly.

“I’m here now, baby...”

You had listened to every word he said and he sounded so sincere. You had no reason to doubt him. Sure he loved science, but he knew that it was important to let go sometimes. He was always able to do that with you.

“I missed you so much...” you told him, as you were melting in his arms.

“I know. I know, babe...” he muttered. He bent down to kiss the top of your head, rocking you gently in place. “I missed you too....” he confessed quietly.

Looking up at him, you gave him a warm smile and leaned in closer to his face. Rick leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. It was very soft and welcoming. Then it became more passionate. You felt his tongue sneak into your mouth, making you giggle with excitement. More than happy to let him in, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed back with the same amount of need. It had been too long.

To your surprise, Rick lifted you up as you yelped and wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you over to the bed and gently laid you down. Before long, he crawled on top of you and attacked your mouth again with lustful kisses. You sighed and shivered at his touches. He stopped to breathe and looked in your eyes. You were dazed to say the least. Then, you felt Rick lightly press his lips to your jaw, leaving you gasping. “Baby....” he muttered into your ear. “I-I-I’ll make it up to you. I promise...” He started moving down to kiss your neck. No biting like he would usually do, just soft lips against your body, worshipping it. He stopped for a moment. Your heart sped up as you watched him take off his lab coat and throw it across the room. He crushed his lips back on yours. He looked in your eyes and whispered, “Mmm...I got a looot of time to make up for.” Crashing his lips again, your fingers traveled to touch his soft hair. His hair. Not some material meant to feel similar attached to a plush doll. You had Rick again at last, and relished in euphoria. You couldn’t get enough.

“Rick...I need you...” you begged as you couldn’t stop touching him.

“Don’t worry baby...” He peppered your neck with kisses again. It seemed he couldn’t get enough of you either. “I-I’m not going anywhere....I’m aallll yours, sweetheart.....” he proclaimed in a whisper. “I’m the oooonly toy you need now.”

Laughing, you caught his lips once more as you both enjoyed each other’s company.

The drought had ended. Rick was finally back by your side, giving you the love and affection you sought from him and him only. While you had no intention of getting rid of the plush toy, it would have to get used to being in your closet for awhile. Because, your Rick would always be your favorite doll.

❤

#rick sanchez x reader #rick x reader #rick and morty fanfiction #rick fangirl #rickssugarplum

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somethinginthewayiam · 5 years

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PRESSing matters (Part 7)

Pairing: Ben x reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2198

Summary: It’s the day of the Oscars! Everybody’s getting ready, including you, presenting your red dress to everybody for the first time, including Ben...

Previous chapter: Part 6

Today was the big day. The Oscars. No appointments today, just getting ready for the big event as you would have to leave the hotel at 3 PM, all ready and dolled up.

You got woken by Ben placing a kiss on your temple before he got going. He was already dressed. As he leaned back, your hand reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him back down. You put your hands on his face, pulling him into a long, passionate kiss. Just one last time, you thought to yourself.

“See you later”, he said a little off beat as he pulled back, surprised by your kiss. When he was gone you let yourself fall back into the cushions. That was it, time to get back to the real life. After tonight, you would fly back to London, moving on to your next project. It was time to go back being just friends.

As an attempt to motivate you for your day, you got up to take a shower, starting the day like you’re used to. But not without turning around again and sniffing the bed sheets one last time that still smelled like him. A line from Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You popped into your head and you hummed the songs all through your shower.

“Now it's your turn”, the make-up lady said to you as you had just delivered some last-minute tights to Pam’s hotel room. The lady, who had introduced herself as Susan, pointed at the chair. “What for?”, you asked unknowingly, looking around the room. “To get you ready for the Oscar's, darling”, Pam said from her chair in the corner. She was on her phone and didn’t even look up. “I thought I just slap some mascara on and we're good”, you commented and looked between Pam and Susan. “That's what I feared”, Pam sighed and finally looked up at you.

“That’s why I asked Susan and Phoebe to take care of you as well. You worked so hard the past few months, you deserve to be dolled up”, Pam said as she came over and sat you down in the chair in front of the lighted mirror. She was already done with hair and make-up and just needed to change into her dress. “But there's so much...”, you spoke up, but she put her hand over your mouth. “No, I'll take care of it. Darling, I've been doing this job almost longer than you are alive. I can handle it.” And with that, Pam left you alone with the ladies for hair and make-up.

Phoebe, who was responsible for your hair, didn’t even ask you what you might like, she just got to work and so did Susan. Pam or Ilaria must have instructed them. Phoebe curled your hair into big waves and combed everything to your left side, fixating some strands in the back of your head with pins and some hairspray. Susan slapped a bunch of make-up on your face and upper chest as the dress was strapless. You feared that you would look like a clown at the end of it, especially as she applied some red lipstick in the color of your dress. The two women worked simultaneously and really well as a team. You could see that they’re working together for years.

When they were finally done and took a step back, you could finally see yourself in the mirror. You almost gasped at the sight of you. Your jaw dropped. They had done a tremendous job of turning you into a presentable human being, so you thought. The make-up was light and highlighted all your features in the best possible way. Your eyes were carefully framed in a small line of eyeliner and some light brown eye-shadow to bring out your eye color. Your skin looked smooth and glowing. The bags under your eyes were pretty much non-existent.

“You guys are incredible”, you said when you finally found your words again. “Yes, we’re pretty good”, Susan smiled, expressing their typical L.A. confidence. Phoebe winked at you through the mirror and began packing up her stuff. “Ilaria wanted us to tell you that she has your dress at her room and you should go there to change”, Susan told you and then turned to pack up her things as well.

“Oh, okay”, you replied a bit startled. You thought you would have the peace and quiet of your room to change and mentally prepare yourself for the evening and the dress. A look at the time on your phone convinced you otherwise as it was already very late. This whole “Make this woman look like a human being”-procedure had taken way longer than you had thought.

You rushed over to the stylist’s room and knocked. Rami opened the door for you. “Wow, Y/N, you look gorgeous”, was the first things he said. “Oh, uhm, thank you”, you said as you stepped in, blushing immediately. Rami was already dressed in his suit. “You don’t look too bad yourself”, you acknowledged his outfit and nodded approvingly. “Very sharp”, you added. “Thank you, my lady”, he hinted a bow and accompanied you to the bedroom area that had completely transformed into a designer’s studio.

Lucy was already in her purple dress, getting the finishing touches of her make-up. “Oh wow, Lucy, you look incredible”, you said as you spotted her. She couldn’t move her head as her make-up artist just put some lipstick on her with a tiny brush.

“Oh good, you’re here, finally. You’re late”, Ilaria said and walked over to you. “That’s not my fault. This”, you said and circled your face, “took forever.” “And you look really beautiful, but you have to get ready now. Pam will be here any moment and she will kill me if you’re not ready when she comes back”, the stylist said and with that, she shoved you into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You found the dress in its bag hanging on the hook of the inside of the bathroom door. You quickly undressed and didn’t know what to do with your clothes, so you just folded it half-heartedly and left it on a little chair next to the sink. Special for this day, you wore matching red panties you had just bought this morning to go with your dress, just in case the slit in your dress would lose a fight against a breeze of wind or you would just fall over because of the high-heels you’re not used to.

You stepped into the dress and pulled it up. You closed the zipper as far as you could and arranged your boobs until nothing was pinched or crumbled up anymore. “I need a little help in here”, you shouted towards the door and the next moment, Ilaria stepped inside. “The zipper again”, you said and turned your back towards her, pulling your hair over your shoulder to give her enough access. “I got your shoes right here”, she said and held up a pair of black pumps that weren’t that high as you thankfully noticed. They would look great to the black clutch Ilaria had chosen for the evening. She put them down next to your feet before she pulled the zipper up the last few inches.

You immediately noticed that the dress wasn’t that tight anymore around your upper body and the slit was sewed shut to a humane length. “Thanks”, you said as she let go of the zipper and you put your hair back into place, a few strands in front of your shoulder, a few strands on your back, just like Phoebe had arranged them.

Ilaria helped you into your shoes and then you were ready. You looked up into the mirror and were actually surprised by the sight of you. You didn’t know you could look like that. You turned in front of the mirror and looked at you from different angles.

“Ready? Everybody’s here. They’re just waiting for you”, Ilaria told you and looked at you through the mirror. “Everybody’s here?”, you asked, very nervous all of a sudden. She nodded. “You look amazing by the way”, she added with a wink. “Thanks to you”, you said. “I just gave you a dress. You brought the rest of you”, she motioned at your whole body. You knew she was giving you a compliment, but you had trouble accepting it. Ilaria gave you an amazing dress, Phoebe gave you a beautiful hair-do and Susan gave you a gorgeous face. There wasn’t much you had brought to the table, except an empty canvas.

You took a deep breath and followed Ilaria outside. “Sorry guys for keeping you waiting”, you said as you stepped outside. You felt a little wobbly on your high heels.

When the others saw you in the dress for the first time, everybody's in awe. You looked up as it was silent in the room all of a sudden and you found everybody staring at you. “Come on, you guys act like I'm normally walking around in a sack of potatoes”, you commented and put your right hand on your hip. “Well, compared to this, you really do”, Joe said. “Charming Joe”, you said dryly and rolled your eyes.

Your eyes shot over to Ben, looking extremely sexy in his white jacket and black dress pants. Grace had done a terrific job. He still looked at you like he couldn’t believe it was actually you and you didn’t know what to make of it.

“You look amazing, Y/N”, Lucy said and stepped forward to hug you. “Says the right one! You look outrageously gorgeous”, you told her, happy for the distraction, as you put her away on an arms-length and checked out her gown and make-up. “Ilaria, we did a great job, picking that dress”, you heard Pam from the back of the room, coming towards you. “I really gotta say, we’re a bunch of good-looking people”, she said as she turned around and looked at everybody in their suits and gowns. Only know you noticed Allen and his wife Jessica. They must have come up with Pam.

“I suggest we roll up there and mix up that lame party they call the Oscars”, Pam said. “Hear hear”, you heard Gwil from the back. “Pam, what’s gotten into you?”, you laughed. “About two glasses of champagne”, she answered you and made everybody laugh.

“We should all take some pictures together before we leave”, Lucy announced and you immediately took a step to the side as you thought she was only talking about the cast. “What are you doing?”, Ben looked over to you and pulled you to his side. Ilaria took pictures with various phones from various constellation of people. The group chat would be lit later as you would all exchange the pictures.

You went through all sorts of constellations. Just the guys, then the whole cast, then just the ladies in their dresses, Lucy of course outshining everyone of you.

“Hey, let’s do one with us three and Y/N. Like a reverse Charlie’s Angels”, Joe suggested and motioned at Gwil, Ben, you and himself. “Yes, that’s cool”, Lucy said and picked up her phone. “Go, get together”, she said and motioned at the four of you. You felt a bit weird standing so close to Ben after all that had happened over this weekend. You took a little step in front of the three guys and the boys got into the pose like the original angels. “That’s so rad”, Lucy laughed as she snapped some shots. You tried your best to look cool and contempt.

“Now do some cute ones”, she said and the four of you stood next to each other with your arms around everyone. You stood between Ben and Joe, Gwil on the far right. Ben put his hand on the small of your back and it sent a little shiver down your spine. You had trouble keeping up a smile as you posed for the pictures.

“That red and white of you two looks really cool together”, Lucy mentioned and you looked over at Ben in his white jacket. He had his hand still on your back as he turned his head to look at you too. Unknowingly, the both of you exchanged a lovely look. Lucy snapped a pic of that moment almost by mistake. As she looked at the picture on her phone, she's struck by the chemistry of you two and smiled to herself. She loved the idea that you two could be an item.

“You look really amazing tonight”, he said in a low voice, so only you could hear it. You blushed immediately. “You look good too”, you returned the compliment and it almost looked to you like he was blushing as well.

“Alright, enough photos for right now. There will be a lot taken where we are going right now. Time to get this thing moving”, Pam clapped her hands together and snapped Ben and you out of your secret little conversation. The whole party made its way down to the lobby, cars already waiting. Time for the Oscars!

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anastasiaskarsgard · 5 years

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Destiny of the Damned

Part 1- Roman Godfrey

Chapter 1- nosebleed

I never thought I'd miss traffic and noise. In California, something is always happening, and traffic is just a fact of life. When I had to move out to help my uncle, who lives outside of Hemlock Grove Pennsylvania to say it was a culture shock was an understatement. Everything closed early and I think they’d have to schedule a traffic jam or someone would need to get murdered on the main roads. After about a month, you figure out who everyone is. Small town life is bizarre. I went to eat at a local diner, and a police officer was eating there as well, looking out the window and makes a call. I’m in the next booth, so I can’t help but overhear him call someone that had just run the stop sign, and told them to come pick up their tocket at the station later. I always took the energy and anonymity giant metropolitan areas like Los Angeles or San Francisco for granted. It never even occured to me there were places where there were no malls, airports, freeways or parking fees. I’ve been here for a little over 2 months, and I am literally the only Mercedes Benz S-Class I’ve seen. In order to reach civilization and acceptable fashion retail, you had to go on a full on road trip. My uncle was the closest thing I had to a parent, so I was willing to tough it out for him. He had fallen down his concrete basement stairs, and fractured his neck a hands. He is very independant and stubborn and needed assistance until he healed from the multiple surgeries he’s had to endure, to get his hands working correctly again. His home is a famous work of art, more than a place to actually occupy, so strangers coming to stay there, and touch his stuff, damn near got him catching a charge. I just finished University and was an executive for my Uncles’ multi billion dollar corporation but realistically, we could take the rest of our lives off, and be fine. But we are both workaholic innovators that share the same miraculous quirk. We have autobiographical memories which means we don't forget anything. Want to know what the date, temperature, things I did, who I was with the first time I heard a particular song? I can tell you. It's a blessing and a curse. Everything is a trigger for memories for me and my Uncle. So although his desire for isolation and little contact is extreme, I get it. Having a brain that doesn't stop can be exhausting and stressful.

Books help, so when I turned the corner, and spotted a Barnes and Noble, I actually squealed in excitement. I pulled up and looked a little out of place, but i didnt care. My car was understated, low profile, over the top. With its clear panoramic sunroof, technology, and ambiance lighting, id always kid with my uncle that i needed it for my mental health. Really, I was terribly spoiled, yet I appreciated it and never tried to rub it anyone's face, but I understood a young woman exiting a very expensive car, in a small town, that lived in the strange house with her reclusive billionaire Uncle, wasn't going to have anyone baking me pies. I was a realist.

I was pleasantly surprised by the sheer size of this store. inside there was a shockingly large lego display and it reminded me of how much i used to love assembling complicated structures, while most girls played wth dolls. While most little girls wanted to play with dollies and imagine scenarios about their wedding day, I was trying to improve my laptops performance (catching a few on fire in my early years). The dynamics and emotionality of people never held any value really. It was what truly always puzzled me. Losing oneself in another person, or the entire concept of love, seemed so unlikely. Far too many factors involved, and why anyone compromises when they can just do as they please by themselves only makes sense in situations like with my Uncle. It was still inconvenient, so getting close to people has never been appealing, but the legos we're.

I walked over and spotted a gigantic Death Star set and clapped in delight. I thought I heard a low chuckle behind me, so I spun around to find the best looking man I'd ever seen, dressed in a very nice suit. He didnt waver or look away when i looked at him, and almost looked as though he were daring me to look away. Most people would find him intimidating, but nothing really made me nervous so he didnt phase me.

"What's funny?" I asked looking him dead in the eye.

"You." He smirked.

"Glad to oblige you" i said sarcastically as I did a half hearted bow, then standing straight with a smirk. Who did he think he was? Green eyed, puffy lipped punk. I didn't break eye contact which usually caused people to look away by now, but To my surprise he laughed and looked me up and down. Assessed me like i was livestock; sizing me up and trying to decide if he could break me.

"I'm Roman."

"I'm American." I replied.

"No my name is Roman." He laughed heartily. An amused twinkle in his eye.

I couldn't help but notice he really had the best smile, and I really have a thing for noses, and his was divine. if you think about it, its the most important facial feature. A nose can make or break a face, and his cute little slightly upturned nose, with its perfect symmetry was for sure making his face. combine that with his gorgeous green eyes, long lashes, defined bone structure, alabaster skin and standing at least 6′3″ he must be one of the biggest pains in the asses, this side of the Mississippi! Most women would see him and be all in but having a gorgeous man that exudes sexuality and is very sure of himself is far more trouble then anyone could ever be worth.

Why pretty boy wanted to trade names, probably had nothing to do with me, and much more to do with boredom, or what he could get out of me. I usually don't pay much attention to anyone of the opposite sex, especially obvious pains in the ass like the man before me, but something about him, was preventing me from just turning around and blowing him off.

"Generally when I tell someone my name, they tell me their own." He said staring into my eyes with such an intensity that I reacted almost involuntarily.

I have a defect. If someone tries to tell me what to do or control me, I am not fucking having it. Authority has always been an issue, and this felt a lot like him trying to dominate me, and I felt almost sick. Like when you stand up too fast and get a bit woozy. I took that as a good time to turn my back on him and ignore him.

He walked in front of me, blocking my view of the legos and ducked down a bit to make eye contact. I couldnt hide the complete shock on my face at his behavior. He's either crazy or incredibly confident. I raised my eyebrows as if to say "can i help you" and I know my face was absolutely unfriendly, yet he didn't appear to notice.

His face hardened "tell me. Your. Name." He said slowly and deliberately.

Now it was my turn to laugh. I looked at him to see the smile or just kiddding , but it never came... WOW. He was serious!!! I leaned my face a couple inches from his face and I said "Nope" making sure to loudly pop the p.

The look on his face was absolutely priceless, and had my laughing enough that several people were starting. just as I was about to walk away victorious, his nose began to bleed. I instantly was embarrassed for him and I couldnt just leave him here to bleed on the legos so I jumped into action.

"Oh shit, your nose is bleeding." i said lookinbg around for any type of tissue, when i noticed we were right next to the restrooms.

"What? Seriously? Can you get it?" he implored looking all frightened, dare I say fragile.

Without any hesitation, I wiped the blood from his face. "Come with me, we need tissue, bathroom is right here. Look up and hold your nose." I grabbed his hand and recieved a shock. static electricity stayed with me a lot and often scared people but he didnt even flinch. He laced his fingers in mine as if it were the most natural thing in the world and i led him to the bathroom.

Once inside, I grabbed some tissues and directed him to stand over the sink. I wet some paper towels and wiped away the blood and then took the dry tissues and pushed his head back and crammed little tissue torpedos in his perfect little nose. The whole time I could feel his intense gaze on me, but what else was he going to look at really?

"Gotta admit, this is new." He quipped, admiring my handy work in the mirror and laughing in dismay.

"What? Bloody nose or attention from ladies?"

"Um.... you're kind of rude, but then when there is an issue, you don't hesitate to help. Then you're taking better care of my nose bleed than anyone. No one really takes charge with me.... and now I'm in a bathroom with a woman and we aren't fucking." He laughed again.

"Fucking. Classy. If I didn't know any better I'd swear you were the Godfrey asshole everyone keeps telling me about." Ever since I'd arrived at Hemlock grove, I'd heard Godfrey this and Godfrey that. Their name was on everything and I'd heard the son was like a 21 year old gorgeous nightmare, that was as kind, as he was humble. The few people id spoken to had told me to stay away from him. I found it odd, I didn't know his first name all of a sudden.

His face fell into a frown.

"I see that's the general consensus about that guy. Cheer up Charlie, your nose stopped bleeding most likely, let me just pull these out." i gently pulled the tissues from his nose and waited for blood but none came. "Boom mothafucka its on!" i laughed at my own ridiculousness before turning and washing my hands.

"You're weird” he stated matter of factly.

Roman stood there quietly thinking. I could almost feel the wheels turning in his head. His mood had completely changed at the mention of the Godfrey kid.Maybe his family had lost everything because of them too or the guy stole his girl, i felt a little guilty so i relented a tiny bit.

"Hey listen, Roman was it?" He nodded and bit his lip. oh he knows what hes doing. boy he was trouble "I'm sorry if the Godfrey's are a sore subject. I don't know anything about anybody here. I'm just helping out my crazy uncle that fell down his basement stairs and broke his hands and neck. I'm from the west coast and this dreary fucking place isn't exactly my cup of tea. I don't know why I'm rude before I'm polite but it's involuntary. My name is Letha, it's like Lisa with a lisp and now I've officially over shared." I could feel my face turning red. Why was He making me such an awkward mess? My God this WAS new.

suddenly he grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me in stopping just an inch away from my face. "Who put you up to this?" He asked with such venom in his voice it made me flinch. "WHO!?!?!" He screamed in my face.

I tried to push him away but he wouldn't budge. My mind raced and I began to panic. No one has ever screamed in my face like this and I didn't like it and yet, the way his eyes searched mine and the tenseness in his body, and just sheer panic made me do something I hardly ever did. Maybe it was brought on by panic or survival instinct, but it was not my normal. Especially to a crazy stranger in the bathroom, but I had the overwhelming NEED to hug him. I fought past his hands trying to hold my shoulders in kind of a silly slap fight and grabbed him around the waist and buried my head in his shoulder. He smelled so good.This was outright crazy behavior for me, and i was confusing myself but if i tried to not think, it almost felt nice, for a few moments my mind was blank. A minute passed with me holding him as he calmed his breathing with his arms raised. Nothing was triggering me and I felt odd.

"Nobody sent me, you nut job! Hug me back, you need a hug. ”i squeezed even harder, nuzzling my face into his collar, his chin gently resting on my head.

His arms hesitantly closed around my back and then he crushed me into a deep embrace. He really did need a hug. "You ok now crazy?" I asked trying to pull back to look at his face but he held me fast. He started to shudder a bit and then I felt moisture hit my forehead. Ok it's gone too far, this is why I don't hug.

Was this crazy ass dude crying? Oh no, he was really crazy. Shit shit shit. Good job Letha, you're gonna get murdered in a bookstore bathroom, in shit hole Pennsylvania, on a Friday afternoon. Why did you hug this fucking guy? I was starting to breathe funny now!

Roman loosened his grip and looked deep in my eyes searching for something. What? Im unsure, but he must of found it, because he laughed and he seemed almost sweet, except tears were running down his face and a moment earlier he screamed in my face.

"Well Ms Letha, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'd love nothing more than to take you out this evening wherever you want to go. Before you refuse, I assure you I'm not crazy, it's just I had a cousin named Letha, which I'm sure you're aware is an unusual name, and I loved her very much and she passed and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It caught me off guard."

I had heard about that Letha. Everyone that found out my name, told me about Letha Godfrey, the Godfrey girl that was as kind as she was beautiful, but tragically got knocked up and lost her mind talking about angels being the father, and dating some weirdo outcast. when she went to give birth in the family skyscraper medical facility, she mysteriously died and so did her baby.

"You're the Godfrey kid." I practically whispered staring at him with wide eyes as I recalled what I'd said about him, TO him.

"Hardly a kid anymore I think." He smiled. He was so handsome, it was freaking me out. "What's your phone number? I have to run to the white tower, and then I'm all yours."

I knew better. He was too good looking and too rich and too everything but something told me he needed me. I know it sounds crazy but I believed in my heart and soul, this perfect beautiful fucking legend of a man needed me. I knew it wasn't logical, but I told him my number and turned to walk out of the bathroom, but he grabbed my hand.

"Please answer." He pleaded pressing a kiss to my hand. He wasn't trying to make me do anything now. He was giving the power over to me and i was honestly taken aback a bit by the almost desperate look in his eyes. I knew in my heart, he genuinely needed me, but for what?

I can't explain the feeling I felt in that bathroom with this man, but when I say I felt a deeper connection to him than I'd ever felt in my 22 years on this earth, I mean it. It was thrilling, and scary, and strange. I smiled at him and nodded my head. As I made my way to my car, I tried to convince myself not to answer, but I knew that I would.

He didn't follow me out of the bathroom and I just made a bee line for my car. I had to go. I couldn't help smiling from ear to ear. The cashier glared at me with open animosity, before turning her attention to the restroom door, looking dreamily for Roman to appear. Boy oh boy did I know better than to get involved with this guy, but deep in my gut i knew. He needed me.

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leisurelypanda · 5 years

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Imma need a Steve and Bucky with lots of Daddy/Authority Kink intertwined with some Praise Kink. I’m particular to a Daddy Steve but you pick. I’ll give you my soul if there’s some good/little/baby boys thrown into dialogue. Orgasm delay. Hands held behind the bottoms back. Hair pulling. Snarling in ears. Flilthy dirty flighty! I’m an absolute whore for this idea. I don’t care how many I read, I always want another one.

Wow, I had a shit ton of fun writing this, you have no idea. I am also a slut for this kind of idea. I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18345014

Steve stepped off the quinjet and walked out over the landing deck into the Avengers Tower. The mission today was long and a bit brutal, but he was alive and mostly unharmed and there were minimal casualties, so he counted it as a win. Now, with adrenaline tapering off, he became aware of just how sore and sweaty and gross he felt. The prospect of taking a bath seemed practically heavenly.

“Leaving so soon, Cap?” Tony called after him. Steve stopped and let his friend catch up with him before walking into the building together. “You coming to the party later?”

Steve frowned. “What party?” he asked.

“There’s a small get together happening later,” Tony replied. “You know, a celebration of the 10 year anniversary since the team got together. I sent you emails! Well, I didn’t.”

Steve blinked and quickly did the math in his head as they entered the elevator. Sure enough, it was the 10 year anniversary of the Chitauri invasion and the Avengers officially became a team with a mission to keep the world safe. It hadn’t always been easy, but it Steve was satisfied with it.

“Yeah, I forgot, honestly,” Steve said. “I’ll be there. What time is it?”

“Party starts at 9, so you have a few hours to get ready,” Tony said. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Steve hesitated. “Do I need to wear a suit?”

“Nah, it’s totally casual,” Tony said. “You mind if I give you some advice, though?”

Steve sighed. “Sure, Tony.”

“See if you can find someone,” Tony said. “You’ve been single for a long time. Doesn’t matter if it’s just for a romp in the hay or if it’s more or if you want them to tie you up and spank you—”

Steve blushed at that. The fact that he desperately wanted to spank someone, to shove them to their knees and make them submit until the only thing they could say was Steve’s name, was none of Tony’s business.

“—point is, you need to get out there,” Tony finished. “You deserve to find someone who makes you happy.”

Steve cleared his throat and nodded. “Thanks, Tony,” he said. “I’ll give it a shot, I promise.”

Tony clapped him on the back as the elevator stopped. “Good man. Speaking of significant others, my stop is here,” Tony said with a grin as he sauntered out of the elevator. “See you tonight!”

Surprisingly enough, Tony’s party actually turned out to be a small get together, by his standards. The highest public floor of the Tower milled with guests, but thankfully, there were no politicians or generals or diplomats present. It allowed Steve to relax and actually enjoy the party for once. He was dressed in a black button down with dark blue jeans and a silver tie. The sleeves were rolled up, exposing his forearms and he nursed a bottle of beer as he made his way around the room.

Some people were celebrities. There were actors and musicians and sports figures and a few artists. Steve was courteous to all of them. There were also some scientists that Steve had never heard of, but those mostly congregated around Tony and Bruce. Most were friendly, but Steve couldn’t really form a connection with any of them.

Eventually, he spotted someone he didn’t recognize from any tv he’d consumed in the last 10 years. He was a young man with a short, neat beard and long hair done up in a neat ponytail. He was slim, but fit and he looked a little lost amidst the see of stardom and fame that was Tony’s “get together.”

“Hi,” he said.

The man turned towards him and his eyes widened as he recognized who Steve was. Up close, he was pretty. No, pretty didn’t do him justice. This man was gorgeous. His icy blue eyes were piercing and bright, his hands were beautiful and big, with long, slender fingers, his mouth was a perfect cupid’s bow, and he was shorter than Steve by a few inches.

“H-Hello, Captain, I mean, Steve, I mean… sir,” Bucky said with a bit of a clumsy salute. Steve chuckled and debated briefly letting him go on before he decided to put the poor kid out of his misery.

“It’s okay, Steve is fine, really,” Steve replied. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ambush you, you just looked a bit… overwhelmed.”

The man relaxed marginally and Steve extended a hand. He took it. “Bucky Barnes.”

“Nice to meet you Bucky,” Steve said with a friendly smile. “Pardon me for saying so, but you seem a little out of place for the rest of the crowd.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess it feels like that, too,” Bucky said. “I think I saw Beyoncé talking to Thor and I panicked a bit.”

“Not what you were expecting, either?” Steve asked with a sympathetic smile.

“Not at all,” Bucky said. “I was informed that this was going to be a company party.”

Steve studied him for a moment. “You work for Tony?”

“Yeah, I mean, way, way down the food chain, but yeah,” Bucky replied. “I’m just an intern.”

Steve smiled in real, genuine interest. “Really? You’re in college?”

Bucky shook his head. “I graduated last year, but I managed to land this internship here and it’s been pretty amazing so far.”

“I’ve heard they don’t get paid,” Steve said cautiously. “We didn’t have interns in the 40s, and I’ve never had to be one for obvious reasons.”

“Most don’t,” Bucky confirmed. “Stark is actually decent enough to pay us. I’m making a decent living so far.”

“But you’re still an intern,” Steve said.

“Well, the position is sort of like a trial period,” Bucky explained. “They hire some bright young graduates straight out of college and see if they can handle the job for a year. If they can, the company might hire them on permanently.”

“Sounds nice,” Steve said. “How long have you had the job?”

“6 months,” Bucky replied. “Never expected the interns to get invited to a fancy party.”

“If it’s a fancy party, I’m underdressed,” Steve said with a chuckle. He took a swig of his beer. He felt Bucky’s gaze run over his body, lingering on his arms and ass. He held back a grin and shifted slightly to show off a bit. As he hoped, Bucky stared at him. Well, Tony did say to try and find someone…, Steve thought.

“You look great to me, sir,” Bucky said. A blush forms on Bucky’s cheeks and Steve thinks that this kid might kill him with how cute he is.

“You look cute tonight, too, doll,” he said with a grin. Bucky’s entire face turns red. He moves to hide his face in his drink only to find it empty. Steve reaches over and very deliberately and lightly brushes their fingers together as he takes the empty glass from Bucky’s hand. “Let me get you another drink, doll.”

He watches Bucky’s Adam’s apple bob as he nods. Steve smiles to himself and guides Bucky to the bar with a hand at the small of his back. Bucky followed willingly. The bartender glanced between the two of them, but made no comment. In all honesty, Steve wouldn’t be surprised if they were told to sign a confidentiality agreement just for being here.

“What’ll ya have, doll?” Steve asked.

“I know why you’re doing this,” Bucky said. “You’re trying to embarrass me.”

Steve just chuckled again and leaned in. “Not my fault you’re so pretty tonight,” he purred in Bucky’s ear.

“Fuck,” Bucky murmured. Steve hummed in response but pulled back. Bucky followed him a bit and Steve smiled.

“So what’ll it be?” Steve asked. Bucky cleared his throat.

“Vodka,” he said. The bartender nodded and poured him a shot, which Bucky knocked back. Steve was impressed, even though alcohol didn’t do anything for him anymore. The music began to pick up and Steve leaned in again.

“What do you say we get out of here?” he asked. Bucky pulled back a bit.

“Look, you’re a great guy, but I really don’t put out just after I’ve met someone,” Bucky said. “So if that’s what you’re after, I gotta say I’m not interested.”

Steve blinked. “No, sorry, that’s not what I meant,” he said.

“What did you mean, then?” Bucky asked.

“Just…” Steve ducked his head and blushed a bit. “You seem like an interesting guy. And… you’re normal, not like the rest of the people here. I just wanted to get to know you better.”

Bucky regarded him for a moment before he turned back to the bartender. “Can I have some water, please?”

The bartender handed him a glass and Bucky downed it. Then he turned back to Steve and smiled shyly. Steve saw his dimples and immediately wanted to kiss the boy stupid.

“Wanna go for a walk?” Bucky asked.

“With this party going on?” Steve asked. “The press will be swarming the place.”

Bucky frowned. “Shit, didn’t think about that.”

“We can take go up to the common room,” Steve said. “But whatever you want to do, I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

Bucky didn’t say anything for a moment before he nodded. Steve took his hand and led him to the elevator to go up to the common room. He sighed with relief as he stepped inside and the loud sounds from the party died a bit. By the time they arrived at the common room, it was blessedly silent.

“So,” Bucky said. “What do you want to know?”

They talked well into the night. Steve found that when Bucky was comfortable, he was funny, charming, adorably nerdy, and quick to smile and laugh. They talked about what Bucky was studying and Steve listened with genuine interest as Bucky talked about robotics and engineering and all sorts of things he didn’t understand. He loved the way Bucky’s eyes lit up when he talked about the things he was interested in.

Steve said how disappointed he was that the Stark Expo’s promise in 1941 for “flying cars of the future” still weren’t invented. Bucky teased him a bit, then looked mortified that he’d done so before Steve laughed a full-bodied laugh. It was so strange to miss being teased, but he did.

They talked about politics and Steve was surprised and relieved to find out that Bucky wasn’t just a liberal, but a progressive. It led to a long mutual rant about how politics should be to better society instead of the rich assholes running it. It was nice to talk candidly about it with someone who agreed with him.

Bucky even asked about Peggy, something that Steve appreciated. People tiptoed around her like his feelings for her were made of porcelain. Steve didn’t talk about her as she was near the end of her life, though. He talked about the woman he remembered, the smart, witty, powerful woman who was a force to be reckoned with and an enemy to be feared.

“Honestly,” he said at one point. “She could’ve been Captain America in a different time. She would’ve been amazing at it.”

Bucky reached out a hand and laid it gently over Steve’s. “I don’t know how much you hear this, what with the media dragging you through the mud at every opportunity,” he said. “But I and a lot of others think that you’re amazing as Captain America, for what it’s worth.”

Steve smiled at that and glanced at the time. “Jesus, Buck, it’s after 4!” he said. “Didn’t mean to keep you up so late.”

“Steve, it’s fine, it’s a party,” Bucky laughed. “I was honestly planning an escape route before you showed up. I’m glad you did.”

Steve smiled. “Still, I can grab a car and take you home,” he offered. “Or… you can stay in my guest room?”

Bucky smiled slowly. “Can I borrow some sweatpants?” he asked. “Do superheroes wear sweatpants?”

Steve rolled his eyes as he stood. “Yeah, Buck, you can borrow some sweatpants.”

Bucky just leaned back on the couch and stretched. Steve’s eyes fell to the sliver of skin just above Bucky’s hips that showed as he did so because, super soldier or no, he was only so strong. Bucky’s lithe body was pure temptation and Steve wanted to sin.

“I’m too tired to move,” Bucky complained, grinning mischievously. “You’ll have to carry me.”

Steve bent down and picked him up bridal style and carried him easily to the elevator. Bucky yelped in surprise, as though he actually thought that Steve wouldn’t rise to that kind of challenge, simple as it was.

“JARVIS, my floor, please,” he said.

“Certainly, sir.”

“Oh. My. God,” Bucky hissed with excitement. “I’m meeting Tony’s AI!”

“You work here,” Steve said.

“Yeah, but I don’t get to tell him what to do!” Bucky said. “I don’t have that kind of clearance.”

“You’re really more excited to meet a computer voice than anyone else in that party,” Steve drawled.

“Because it’s the AI, duh,” Bucky replied. That nerdy light was back in Bucky’s eyes and Steve couldn’t bring himself to say anything else.

When the elevator opened, Steve carried Bucky directly to the guest bedroom. He made the bed quickly and efficiently, laying down soft sheets and blankets and fluffy pillows. Then he got Bucky a pair of sweatpants and a spare toothbrush and resolutely did not think of Bucky wearing his clothes. He handed them to Bucky.

“Need anything else, or are you set for tonight?” he asked. Bucky bit his lip and smiled as he took a tiny step forward.

“You could… kiss me goodnight,” he suggested. It was all Steve needed. He took Bucky’s face in his hands and pressed their lips together. Bucky tasted like the vodka he’d been drinking and something sweet that Steve couldn’t place. He nipped at Bucky’s lower lip that had been taunting him all night and pushed his tongue inside that gorgeous mouth of his. Bucky bent beneath him and moaned into the kiss, lifting his arms to wrap around Steve’s neck as he yielded so perfectly.

Steve pulled back and the two of them gasped for breath. Steve grinned at the way Bucky’s pupils were dilated.

“Daddy,” Bucky breathed. Then he snapped his mouth shut as his eyes widened. “I’m so sor—”

Steve shut him up with another kiss before he could finish. He had to restrain himself, because all he wanted to do was throw Bucky onto the bed and ravage him, but he promised he wouldn’t. He pulled back and placed a finger over Bucky’s lips.

“We can talk about that in the morning,” he said lowly. “For now… be a good boy and go to bed.”

Bucky nodded, a bit dazed and Steve kissed him one last time before he closed the door.

Bucky hardly slept that night. Honestly, where did Steve get off being so damn hot? Steve wasn’t his first kiss or anything, but damn that was the hottest kiss Bucky had ever had in his life. And on top of all that, he’d gotten so caught up in his personal fantasy coming to life that’s he’d actually called Captain Fucking America, Daddy.

He adamantly did not think about how Steve had responded to that.

He eventually did wake up to the smell of bacon frying and his stupid stomach growled loudly. He rolled out of bed groggily and freshened up a bit in the bathroom because he wasn’t completely barbaric. When he walked out he heard Steve whistling by the stove like he had just walked out of a 1950s musical. He was wearing a grey t-shirt that looked like it was a second skin and a pair of black athletic shorts that still somehow did nothing to hide Steve’s unfairly magnificent ass.

Steve turned around and Bucky blushed and smiled as Steve winked at him. He waved Bucky over and Bucky walked over, unable to resist the smell of bacon.

“You said we had something to talk about?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah,” Steve said. His beard looked neat and freshly trimmed and Bucky immediately thought about how it had felt against his face last night. He almost wanted to shave just so he would be able to feel it more easily. “How do you like your bacon? Chewy or crispy?”

“Chewy, but that’s not what I meant,” Bucky said.

“What about your eggs?” Steve asked. “I like over easy, personally.”

“Over medium,” Bucky answered. “Are you listening to me?”

“Yeah, you wanna talk about me being your Daddy,” Steve said with a sly grin. “I got toast, bagels, and English muffins. Got a preference?”

“Asshole,” Bucky muttered.

“Rimming is not part of a balanced breakfast, baby boy,” Steve said.

“Jesus Christ,” Bucky groaned. Steve just laughed at him and Bucky grumbled as he snatched up the bag of bagels. “Bagels. Also, you’re not funny.”

Steve ignored him and kept laughing. Then he turned back to Bucky and bent down to kiss him. It was nothing like last night. It was light and chaste. It still made Bucky’s heart skip a beat, though.

“After breakfast, I promise,” Steve said. “Be a good boy and toast some bagels. Three for me.”

“Three?” Bucky asked.

“The serum makes my metabolism burn faster,” Steve explained. “Need more food than most others.”

“Huh, interesting,” Bucky replied.

The two of them fell into an easy dynamic, with Steve dishing out instructions and Bucky following them. It was interesting, seeing the side of Steve that knew what had to be done and had a plan. Breakfast turned out to be healthy and hearty and Bucky was pleasantly full by the end of it.

“So,” Steve said, leaning back. “How do you want this to go?”

“To be honest, I have no idea,” Bucky replied. “I mean, you’re hot, you’re funny, and honestly, I just like you. I don’t really know what else to say about… all this.”

“Would it help to say how I want this to go?” Steve asked. Bucky nodded immediately. Steve regarded him for a moment before he stood up and took Bucky’s hand. Bucky followed him to the living room, where Steve sat down and pulled Bucky down into his lap. Bucky blushed. It felt silly, but Steve seemed so sure, so confident that this was exactly how he wanted Bucky, that Bucky held his tongue.

“Here’s what I want,” Steve said. “I want you to be my baby boy, to let me take care of you, Dom you, and use you.” Bucky shivered against him and Steve’s slow, sexy smile grew. “You like the sound of that?”

“Yes,” Bucky said. Steve took his chin in his hand firmly.

“I want you to call me ‘Daddy’,” Steve said. There was a pregnant pause before Bucky swallowed.

“Yes, Daddy,” he said. Steve smiled with approval and let go of his chin.

“Good boy,” he murmured. Bucky’s heart danced a little jig at the words like a little traitor. “You don’t have to live here if you don’t want to, but I would like you to have sex with me if you’re willing.”

“You kiddin’?” Bucky asked, albeit a bit breathlessly. “I…I really want that, Daddy.”

Steve’s eyes darkened and his hand tightened on Bucky’s thigh. It travelled up towards the groin a bit before dipping between and stroking along the inside. His other hand trailed along Bucky’s spine, sending little sparks through his body like he was the 4th of July. Bucky gasped and moaned softly.

“Good boy,” Steve said. “How do you feel about pain?”

“Plannin’ to spank me, Daddy?” Bucky gasped.

“If you deserve it,” Steve replied. Then he shrugged. “Or if I feel like it. I’ll let you know which.”

“I’m really okay with it,” Bucky said.

“What about names?” Steve asked. “You seem to like being called baby boy. What about more… humiliating names?”

“What like bitch?” Bucky asked.

“I was thinking more like, ‘slut’,” Steve replied. Somehow the way that word sounded with Steve’s voice just sounded deliciously hot. Bucky nodded and Steve hummed lowly in his chest.

“Please, Daddy,” Bucky moaned. The word came easier now, but didn’t fully get rid of the quiver in his body as it left his mouth.

“Just one more question, baby boy,” Steve said. “You’re doin’ so good. How much experience do you have with this?”

Bucky blushed and swallowed. He looked down. “A bit,” he said.

“How much is a bit?” Steve asked.

“…None,” Bucky said. “Never got this far with anyone else.”

Steve was silent for a while. Bucky dared to look up and there was a dark, hungry gleam in Steve’s eyes. The hand on Bucky’s thigh moved up to brush lightly against Bucky’s crotch. Bucky gasped and moaned as his cock responded immediately. Steve hummed and it sent a shiver up Bucky’s spine.

“Waited for Daddy, did you, baby boy?” Steve murmured. “Saved yourself for me?”

Bucky’s brain short circuited. “Yes, Daddy,” he moaned.

“Such a good boy,” Steve moaned softly. “So considerate, knowing Daddy wanted to be your first.”

Before Bucky could respond, Steve stood up, carrying him bridal style just like last night. Bucky clung to him as Steve marched back to what Bucky assumed was Steve’s room. Steve kicked the door open like a caveman and set Bucky on his feet. Bucky kept his arms around Steve’s neck and had all of a second before Steve kissed him again. Steve kissed him like a starving man and Bucky was a buffet.

“Daddy,” Bucky moaned. Steve growled against him and reached a hand up to Bucky’s hair and pulled it, exposing Bucky’s neck.

“Baby boy,” Steve growled. “You wanna be a good boy for Daddy?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Steve pulled his hair a little more and Bucky hissed with the sting.

“Wanna make Daddy happy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You want Daddy to make you his?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Good boy,” Steve said. “Listen now. Green means good to go. Yellow means slow down. Red means stop. If you can’t speak, tap three times. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Steve smiled hungrily and placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Good boy.” The next thing Bucky knew, he was being pushed down to his knees, powerless to resist. He knelt in front of Steve. The outline of Steve’s huge cock tented the shorts and Bucky’s mouth watered. Steve pushed his shorts down and his cock sprang free; long, thick, and uncut. He slapped Bucky’s face with it, leaving a stream of pre-come on his face.

“Why don’t you open your mouth, baby boy?” Steve asked. Bucky obeyed and Steve pushed his cock in. Bucky moaned as the salty, bitter taste of his pre-come hit his tongue. Steve held his head in place and thrust shallowly into his mouth. He moaned lowly. “Oh, doin’ so good, baby. Such a good little cocksucker.”

Bucky moaned around the heavy weight of Steve’s cock. He breathed in the heady scent of Steve’s groin and steadied himself against Steve’s thighs. Wonder if he’ll crush my head with them, Bucky thought.

Steve’s hands fisted in his hair as he fucked into Bucky’s waiting mouth. Slowly, he started to thrust deeper into Bucky’s mouth until he gagged on Steve’s cock. He tapped Steve’s leg and Steve pulled out. He breathed and Steve looked down at him with a smile. He stroked Bucky’s face with a thumb.

“Good boy,” he said. “Such a good boy for Daddy. What’s your color?”

Bucky preened at the words. “Fuckin’ green, Daddy,” he moaned and went down on Steve’s cock again. He bobbed on the head, twisting his tongue around the head experimentally. Steve moaned loudly and bucked into Bucky’s mouth.

“Fuck, baby boy, you’re a natural,” he groaned. “Born to be Daddy’s cocksucker, weren’t you?”

Bucky moaned around Steve’s length and sped up. He wrapped a hand around the base and jerked it in tandem with his mouth. Steve stared down at him, his blue eyes dark with arousal and his callused fingers stroking Bucky’s face. Bucky came off Steve’s cock and licked up the underside before taking it back in his mouth. Steve started thrusting into his mouth again.

“God, so good,” Steve moaned. “Just relax for Daddy. Let Daddy fuck your mouth like a good little boy.”

Bucky moaned and Steve began thrusting faster and further into his mouth. Bucky kept himself from gagging and stared up at Steve, utterly incapable of looking anywhere but Steve’s face. Steve had a wicked grin on his face. He looked at Bucky like he was the only thing that mattered on earth and fuck if that didn’t do shit to Bucky’s brain.

“Gonna make you take all my cock someday, baby,” Steve moaned. “Gonna make you choke on Daddy’s big dick, make you come like that.”

Bucky moaned and reached down to touch himself. Steve caught the movement and pulled out. He wrapped a hand around Bucky’s throat with a stern look.

“You don’t touch yourself, slut,” Steve growled. “I touch you. I make you come. You beg for it until I make you come, got it?”

His grip on Bucky’s throat tightened and Bucky whined. “Yes, Daddy,” he gasped. Steve kissed him hard and full of hunger before letting go.

“Good boy,” he said with a smirk. “Color?”

“Green,” Bucky breathed. “So green.”

“Excellent,” Steve groaned.

He put his cock at Bucky’s mouth again and pushed back in. Bucky gagged on it as it went back towards his throat, but he made himself keep his mouth open. Steve placed both hands on his head, fisting them in Bucky’s hair as he fucked his mouth. All Bucky could do was kneel and take every hot inch that Steve gave him.

Steve began to grunt like an animal. His thrusts grew faster and harder and more desperate. Bucky moaned as Steve used his mouth to chase his orgasm. Steve kept his eyes on Bucky’s face as he snapped his hips to the sweaty rhythm of his animalistic grunting. Finally, he pulled out all the way and jerked his cock. One hand remained in Bucky’s hair, pulling it back and angling his face towards Steve’s cock.

“Gonna come on your face, baby boy,” Steve groaned. “Daddy’s gonna dirty you up, like a good little slut.”

“Please, please, Daddy,” Bucky moaned. “Do it, green. Been good, a good boy for you, Daddy. Please give me your come.”

Steve snarled and groaned. His come erupted out of his cock in long, thick, hot ropes, painting Bucky’s face. Bucky closed his eyes letting it mark him, relishing in the feeling of it landing on his mouth, his nose, his cheeks, his hair, and his eyes. When Steve pressed the head of his cock to Bucky’s mouth again, he suckled the last of the come from it like it was ambrosia.

“Look at you,” Steve groaned. Bucky opened his eyes. “Daddy’s little boy covered in come. You know what this means, baby?”

“What, Daddy?” Bucky said. He gazed up at him with worshipful awe, Steve’s perfect, hard body looming over him, a monument to every desire and fantasy Bucky had ever had in his life. He was the image of sex and power. His cock hadn’t even softened at all.

I could stay like this forever, Bucky thought. On my knees for him, give him everything he takes from me and more.

Steve stroked a finger through the come on Bucky’s face and put it in Bucky’s mouth. Bucky sucked the finger obediently, licking every drop of the strong, bitter come.

“You’re mine,” Steve snarled. “You’re Daddy’s little boy, now.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Bucky said with a small smile. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Color?”

“Green.”

“I’m gonna wreck you, baby boy,” Steve said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Gonna pop your cherry so good you never want anyone else.”

Bucky was already about 90% sure that he never wanted to get fucked by anyone else but Steve, but the words still made him feel hot. He moaned softly when Steve put another come-covered finger in his mouth.

“You like that, baby boy?” Steve asked. “You wanna belong to Daddy and nobody else?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Bucky breathed. “Please, want it, want you, Daddy.”

“I know, baby,” Steve purred. He pulled Bucky up to his feet like he weighed nothing and kissed him. It was full of possessive desire and Bucky yielded to him immediately. His body sang with need as Steve carried him to the bed. Bucky stretched out on the huge bed.

“Half expected you to bend me over the couch,” Bucky chuckled. Steve smiled with amusement.

“Later, baby,” Steve said.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathed. “I need to be able to walk, you know.”

“Says who?” Steve replied with a grin. He draped himself over Bucky’s body and growled in his ear. “I’m your Daddy now. I decide what you need.”

God. Fucking. Damn. All Bucky could do was nod obediently. Steve flipped him over and pinned his wrists to his back. Bucky gasped and trembled beneath him with anticipation. He felt Steve’s hot breath ghost over the curve of his ass.

“What happened to ‘rimming is not a part of a balanced breakfast’?” Bucky asked

“It’s not,” Steve agreed. “But it’s second breakfast, now.”

With that, Steve buried his face between Bucky’s ass cheeks and began to lick, suck, and nip along Bucky’s ass. Bucky moaned and writhed beneath him at the feeling. Steve’s beard scratched in a way he never expected, burning his sensitive skin deliciously. The thought that Steve marked him somewhere so intimate drove Bucky up the wall with arousal and if not for Steve’s command to come only when permitted, he might’ve shot his load right there.

Steve’s mouth was pure, blissful sin. He hadn’t even put his tongue in him yet, but Bucky hadn’t ever felt anything this amazing in his life. His hot, wet tongue lapped at his hole. His breath kissed his skin as he ate Bucky’s ass like it was a holy sacrament. Bucky pushed back against Steve’s face. He felt his climax building in the pit of his stomach.

“Daddy, Daddy, please, I’m close,” Bucky moaned. “Please let me come.”

“You gonna come on my mouth, baby?” Steve groaned. His grip on Bucky’s hands tightened like vices. “You gonna come from your Daddy eating your cute fuckin’ ass?”

“Uh-huh,” Bucky moaned desperately. “Please, can I? Need it, make me come, Daddy, please!”

“Such a good little boy, begging Daddy like a needy little whore,” Steve purred. “Go ahead and come, baby.”

Steve went back to eating Bucky’s ass and Bucky moaned frantically. He gasped and moaned and cried from the pleasure until his orgasm crested, bursting over him like the dawn. His entire body burned with pleasure as he shook against the bed and came all over Steve’s sheets. Steve hummed with approval and gave one final kiss to Bucky’s hole before he knelt above him. He reached up with his free hand to stroke down Bucky’s back as he came down from his climax.

“Such a good boy,” Steve purred. “See how much better it feels when you submit to Daddy, let Daddy give you what you need?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, thank you,” Bucky gasped.

He felt both utterly spent and totally invigorated. Steve pushed him further up the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table, all while keeping a hand locked around Bucky’s wrists. He poured cool lube on Bucky’s hole and pressed a finger in. It entered him easily and Bucky moaned.

“There, see how relaxed and loose you are for Daddy, now?” Steve asked. He angled his finger and Bucky arched off the bed with a moan. It was equal parts pleasure and pain, overstimulation making it the most amazing feeling Bucky had ever felt.

“Fuck,” he whimpered. “Oh, God!”

Steve draped himself back over Bucky’s body and kissed the back of his neck tenderly. Bucky relaxed at the touch and Steve hummed in approval.

“Good boy,” Steve murmured in his ear. “Just relax for me, baby. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.”

Steve added another finger and Bucky hissed as his hole stretched to accommodate it. God, he thought. This is only two fingers and his dick is fuckin’ huge! He’s gonna split me in half!

He mewled into the mattress beneath him as Steve stretched him open on his fingers. His fingers teased over his prostate, making his body jolt and spark with pleasure. In no time at all, sooner than Bucky had ever managed, his cock was hard again and leaking with pre-come. Steve pressed a third finger inside him and Bucky moaned loudly. After what felt like forever, Steve snarled in Bucky’s ear as he removed his fingers.

“Can’t wait anymore, baby boy,” Steve growled. “Gotta fuck you now, make you mine.”

“Yours, Daddy,” Bucky moaned. His brain was fuzzy and all that mattered was that Steve was gonna fuck him. He heard Steve lube up his cock before he pressed it to Bucky’s hole.

“Just breathe and relax, baby boy,” Steve murmured above him. “I’ve got you. This might hurt, but it’ll feel good eventually.”

It fucking burned. Steve pushed in slowly and Bucky groaned from the stretch. His hole was tight around the large dick. Steve was slow and gentle, murmuring sweet encouragement into Bucky’s ear, telling him how good he was doing. Bucky tuned out everything but Steve and the litany of praise that fell from his tongue.

By the time Steve bottomed out, Bucky was breathing like he had done a whole workout. His body was coated in a thin layer of sweat. Steve let go of his wrists to pet Bucky’s hair and body, but Bucky kept them in place.

“Look at you,” Steve said. His voice dripped with pride. “Daddy’s little boy took his entire cock. Such a good little boy, baby, Daddy’s so proud of you.”

Bucky preened at the praise. He lacked the energy to do much else. Thankfully, Steve seemed content to simply keep his cock in Bucky’s ass for the moment.

“Let me know when you’re ready, baby,” Steve murmured.

“So big, Daddy,” Bucky moaned. “Didn’t know they came this big, biggest I ever seen.”

Steve chuckled over him. “Thought you were a pure little virgin for Daddy, baby boy,” Steve said.

“Well… I watched porn,” Bucky admitted. “Had to take care of myself somehow.”

Steve hummed as a hand wrapped around Bucky’s throat again. It pressed lightly against Bucky’s wind pipe and Bucky gasped.

“Might have to punish you for that later, baby boy,” Steve snarled. “Did ya think about any of those other men fuckin’ your tight little hole?”

“N-No, Daddy,” Bucky gasped. “J-Just you, only wanted you, I promise!”

“Good,” Steve snarled. “Daddy doesn’t like to share, baby. You feel horny, you come to me, got it?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Bucky whimpered. Steve’s grip on his throat relaxed and Bucky breathed. “W-Will you fuck me now?”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Steve said. He began rock his hips against Bucky’s ass in slow, shallow movements. Bucky gasped and moaned and arched his back against Steve’s hard body. Steve reached a hand up to Bucky’s hair and pulled his head back. He growled as he sucked hard on Bucky’s neck and Bucky was pretty sure he saw stars.

“Fuck, fuck, God, fuck,” Bucky whined.

“You like that, baby?” Steve growled. “You like bein’ full of Daddy’s big dick? You like bein’ Daddy’s little slut?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Bucky moaned. “Feels so good!”

Steve growled again and his thrusts became faster and harder. Bucky pushed back against Steve, meeting his thrusts and moaning as Steve’s cock dragged over his prostate. Steve clearly knew what he was doing. He aimed his thrusts so that they dragged directly over it with such precision that Bucky couldn’t do anything but moan as the pleasure flooded his senses.

“More, Daddy,” Bucky whined after a while. “Wanna feel it, wanna feel you.”

“Christ,” Steve moaned. “Just gettin’ started, baby. Gonna make you scream for your Daddy ‘til everyone knows who you belong to.”

He thrust faster, deeper, harder and Bucky cried out at a particularly sharp thrust. The pleasure mingled with the sweetest bit of pain, the bite in Steve’s thrusts, the way his teeth bit into the tender flesh of Bucky’s shoulder, the way his hair was pulled so that Steve could leave hickeys and beard burn on his neck. Through it all, Bucky kept his wrists at the small of his back.

Steve pulled out more and more as he went until his thrusts were long and deep. He slammed his hips into Bucky’s and Bucky cried out with ecstasy… right up until Steve came all the way out. Bucky whined at the loss, but before he had the chance to feel disappointed, Bucky flipped him over. Steve hovered over him and thrust back in with one strong thrust. Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky’s waist and Bucky clutched at his back in turn, his nails digging shallow grooves into Steve’s immaculate back.

“Wanna see you come, baby boy,” Steve grunted. His hips slammed into Bucky. “Wanna see you come on Daddy’s dick.”

Bucky didn’t even have the sense to answer. He just nodded and howled with pleasure. He could do it, he could be good for Daddy, give him what he wanted. Steve growled and placed a searing kiss to Bucky’s mouth before sucking another mark on his neck.

“You close, baby?” Steve hissed. “You gonna come for Daddy? You gonna be a good boy for me?”

Bucky chanted yes over and over and over again. Steve fucked him even faster, driving him towards completion. Bucky could feel it. His balls rose, his gut tightened. He was gonna come. Steve slammed directly over his prostate and Bucky screamed his release as he came all over Steve’s body.

Bucky slumped back on the bed. Steve kept fucking him, kept fucking his hole and hitting his prostate. Bucky gasped in pain as the pleasure became overwhelming, but Steve kept going.

“Gonna come in you, baby boy,” Steve growled. “Gonna fill you up, make you mine. Fuck, you were perfect. Such a good little boy for Daddy. So good for waiting for me.”

Bucky felt a bit loopy but he smiled at the praise. Steve grunted and groaned and finally kissed him fiercely as he came. Bucky felt his cock pulse as hot come filled his ass. Bucky moaned at the feeling of being filled with Steve’s come.

It was strange. It was the good kind, though; the kind that was new but felt right, like another piece of some cosmic puzzle fell into place. In the back of his mind, Bucky remembered Steve’s words: that Bucky belonged to him. Maybe he did, maybe he was supposed to be Steve’s.

Steve slumped against him when he was done. He peppered Bucky’s face with lazy, gentle kisses and Bucky sighed in contentment. He didn’t pull out of Bucky, but Bucky felt Steve’s member finally soften a fraction.

“How do you feel?” Steve asked. “Did I hurt you?”

“That,” Bucky said. “Was so much better than I expected my first time would be. I never, ever want to sleep with anybody else.”

Steve hummed, clearly pleased that he’d succeeded in his mission. Bucky didn’t think he should’ve been surprised. Steve was known for getting the job done for a reason.

“What about you?” Bucky asked. “How are you?”

Steve actually gave him a sheepish smile. “I feel good,” he said. “Hopeful.”

Bucky studied him for a moment. “You really think that I’d leave after that?” Bucky asked. Steve’s blush gave him all the answer he needed.

“I’ve been told I can be… a lot,” Steve replied.

“They’re not wrong, whoever they are,” Bucky said. “But I liked it. Fuck, I don’t think there was one single thing about what happened that I didn’t like. You were amazing, Stevie.”

Steve smiled. Not a grin or a smirk or anything, but a real, genuine bright smile full of light and satisfaction.

“Thank you,” he said.

“I meant what I said, you know,” Bucky continued. Steve looked at him. “When you said I was yours and I agreed. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“That’s good to hear,” Steve said. He leaned down and kissed him.

“There is one condition,” Bucky said.

“Yeah?”

“You have to take me out for dates,” Bucky replied. “I’m not just your boy toy. You gotta work for it, too.”

Steve laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

They cuddled together until Bucky felt like he could move. Steve had to help him, as Bucky had a rather noticeable limp in his step. Steve washed him off with such gentle devotion that for Bucky, it sealed the deal. This was where he would belong.

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Shawn Mendes // Boundaries Part 10

hope yall spending christmas with eating and sleeping, and got everythig you wanted! here is part tennn, enjoy!

ALSO IT CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT TOO!!!!!!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

As I imagine, this is what Death entering a room would feel like. Sucking everything lively and happy from around, sending chills down your spine, bringing all your fears to you in just one second making you wish you never woke up this morning.

As I stand at the window staring at my reflection I feel Knox’s hand gently touch my waist and I want to shake it off, but I can’t. I’m frozen.

He gently, but quite firmly turned me around and I finally faced him. My stomach became one big knot as my eyes bet those icy blue ones that I wished to never see again. He looked just the same, dark eyebrows, hard cheekbones and a pretty manly beard with combed back hair, his usual style topped with a suit that probably cost thousands of dollars but it’s just a few pennies for him.

A distorted smile appears on his lips as his eyes travel down my body and I already feel disgusted even though nothing has happened.

“You know, I’ve been watching you all night, I was waiting for your client to leave you so we could talk,” he starts with a very secretive tone and I’m trying my best not to look at him. I want to tell him Shawn is not a client, but I choose not to. “How have you been?”

“What do you want?” I manage to speak up, my voice coming out weaker than I wanted it to be.

“Why so fussy? Just wanted to catch up with my girl.”

“I’m not your girl,” I hiss at him. “And get your hand off of me,” I finally say. I think I surprise him for a moment, but he quickly regains his confidence. His hand falls off of my waist and I can’t help, but stare at the ring on his finger. The fucker is still happily married.

“You know, I don’t like the way things ended between us. I feel like… we could do so much better.”

I see the shining in his eyes and two years ago I would have already been falling into his arms with jelly knees, but not today. I’m not who I was when he made a total fool out of me and I’m just hoping I’ve became strong enough to keep my walls up.

“There is no we. Never was.”

“Judging from the way you screamed my name when we went to Atlanta there was.” His cocky smile disgusts me and the thought he just brought to me makes me want to vomit. I don’t say anything so I don’t throw up, but this gives him the chance to continue talking.

“I know you think I’m the Devil, but we both know this is not true. You’re just… angry at yourself, I don’t blame you. Things could have went better. But maybe we could meet sometime, when you are done with this boy and ready to be with the man of your dreams.”

He has no idea what he is talking about. His little ways don’t get to me anymore, this sweet-talk doesn’t make me fall on my knees and beg for his attention. I now know what it is like when someone treats you as a partner and loves you without condition. And Shawn is the person who taught this to me.

“That boy made me feel like a woman while you just treated me like a dumb doll, making me feel like what we were doing was right. But it wasn’t and you are still a sick bastard. You shouldn’t even come near me, Joshua made it clear to you that our business is over. I’m not interested in your little games anymore, I actually know what I worth now.”

I keep eye-contact for as long as I can, using everything in me to stand as powerful as possible in front of him. I watch as a small smile creeps its way to his lips.

“You slept with him, didn’t you?”

He doesn’t seem angry or worried, it looks like the situation entertains him and it’s making me shiver. My lack of answer tells it all for him as he lets out a delightful chuckle, throwing me towards the edge.

“You think you found the love of your life, right? Oh, poor naïve girl. I see sex still means everything to you and this boy was lucky enough to get a taste of it and you are now all worked up on him.” He takes a step closer to me and I suck on my breath when I want to back from him, but I bump to the window. “Nothing can change the fact that you are just a prostitute. People rent you out like a book or movie, use you for their own satisfaction and then throw you away. That boy has no idea what you do and how you live, but I know. I’m the only person who knows everything about you and if you think there is a slight chance of you living in a normal relationship with him… You are more stupid than I thought.”

I’m on the verge of tears as I’m still staring at him and his stomach-turning grin he is looking at me with. It sickens me how such a handsome, successful and potential man can be a rotting pile of shit inside. And the worst part is that he is still not finished. Placing his filthy hand on my upper arm he leans very close to my ears so I can feel his hot breath on my skin. I have to stop myself from scratching myself wherever it hits me.

“I assume he has no idea about the package you come with. You are good at hiding it, but it is there. What do you think the world will think about your little lover if they find out his new girlfriend is involved with drug dealers and extortioners from the worse kind?” I don’t say anything, just press my lips together tightly as I stare at one point on the floor. “Exactly. That would ruin him even if you can use his money to cover every loan you are still paying for. The word will travel fast, Sweetheart. And you can bet I’ll be fast to hop on that wagon and give out all your little dirty secrets.”

He steps back and a tear rolls down my cheek. My hands are shaking and I feel like I’m about to faint any moment. I look up and see Shawn standing in the doorway with two bottled waters in his hands, watching us with his jaw clenched.

I turn back to Knox and seeing the satisfaction in his eyes is my worse fear, but I can’t do anything about it. What he just told is true. If anyone finds out who I am Shawn’s career and maybe life is ruined. I can’t do this to him and I was so stupid letting everything go this far between us.

“I hope your wife finds out soon what a fucker you are,” I spat at him before I manage to finally move my legs and walk away.

The moment he can’t see my face I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks and I see Shawn blurrily as he immediately puts the waters down and rushes to me. We collapse in the middle, his arms circle me tightly as I bury my face in his hard chest.

“Who was it? What did he tell you?” he asks frantically, looking for Knox in the crowd, but he can’t see him anymore, he is long gone.

“I want to go back to the hotel,” I mumble into his neck as he is stroking my hair soothingly.

“Okay, let’s go.”

We rush through the groups of people trying to be as invisible as possible, we make it down to the garage and I’m extremely thankful I don’t have to have a shame walk to the car in the ring of paparazzi. I sit as low in the seat as possible, covering my face from the flashes that light through the windows. Shawn slowly drives out of the garage and when we are finally on our way back to the hotel I sit up straight.

“Naya, what happened?” He reaches out and places his hand on my thigh giving it a gentle squeeze and it’s making my heart ache.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I whisper as I stare out of the window, not daring to look at him because I know I would just start crying.

He doesn’t try to get me to talk, we drive back in total silence and it continues like this when we are on our way up to our room. Shawn’s eyes never leave me, examining me with concern all over his face while I feel like I’m totally drained out. I know tonight is the end of it, as much as I hate to admit, Knox opened my eyes and I know I have to end everything by the time the Sun comes up. But Shawn deserves an explanation and closure.

He opens the door for me and walking in I kick my heels off heading to the bed. I sit down to the edge Shawn soon joining me, sitting next to me in silence, just waiting for me to say anything.

“I’m sorry you saw that,” I say, my voice barely coming out more than just a whisper.

“Who was he?” he asks, and for my biggest surprise he doesn’t sound mad, he is just worried for me which makes it even harder for me.

“He was one of my first clients, I worked with him when I was a newbie. He is… a highly manipulative person, he made me fall for him, but he only needed me as a toy, to have someone to play with when he was bored.”

Shawn sits there without a word, giving me the time to collect my thoughts. I slowly turn to him and let him take my hand between his palms. The hot touch of his skin is soothing, but it also makes me feel guilty knowing what I’m about to say.

“I thought I loved him, but he really just wanted to make me weak so he can get me to sleep with him. He made me emotionally attached to him so I was basically on my knees the moment he snapped his fingers. Joshua doesn’t let clients book someone two times in a row, at least a month has to pass, but because Knox made me this wreck and so dependent on him I went back to him on my own. In my own free time.”

“Did he ever hurt you?” he asks and I can sense the tenseness in him immediately.

“Not physically. But he destroyed me from the inside. I was his obeying sex slave until I saw a text thread with his friends. It was the guy from that party… he talked about how he wants to use me until I’m totally lifeless and he was planning on buying me out from Joshua. Though it’s not possible, he doesn’t trade his girls, it got me boiling. I confronted him and somehow got him raging, he admitted to having a wife, which he hid from me the whole time somehow, and he told me I will never be a functional adult ever in my life.”

The tears are dwelling in my eyes again and for a moment I feel like I can’t do it. I just want to curl up in his arms and tell him I want to be with him forever. But then Knox’s words echo in my mind and I sober up.

“Shawn, these past two weeks have been… the best time of my life,” I tell him with a bittersweet smile. “You taught me so much and…” I take a deep breath and just let the words roll down my tongue. “And I love you.”

His eyebrows raise and I see happiness in his hazel eyes.

“I love you too,” he tells me and I feel like I’m about to punch myself in the stomach with what I’m about to say after this.

“But we can’t see each other anymore.”

I watch his face fall and I immediately wish I could take it back, but it’s too late and deep down I know this is the right thing to do. It’s the most painful thing seeing him hurt like this knowing it’s because of me.

“I don’t… I don’t see why… I mean…” he starts shaking his head as he refuses to accept what I just said.

“Shawn, it’s just not possible. With the life that you live and the one that I live… We can’t do this. I can’t do this. I became an escort for a reason and I’m not bringing you into my mess. If anything gets out about my real identity and the stuff that I’ve been linked to… I would never forgive myself for ruining your career.”

“Why do you think you’d ruin my career? It’s not like you killed someone, right?”

“No. But there are other bad things and I would hate the thought of harming you in any way.”

“But you can’t be sure this would happen!” he protests, obviously not knowing anything about my background and where I come from.

“I am sure, Shawn. And don’t try to come up with ideas to save the situation. I know it’s hard, but I can’t let you do this to yourself because of me. It’ll be better if we just… don’t see each other after the agreement is over.”

“But why don’t you want to… to fight? I’m sure we could figure something out, I though this thing meant something to you!”

“It means everything to me!” I choke out as I slide closer and without a second thought I throw a leg over him and sit on his lap hugging his waist with my legs. “It means so much, you mean so much to me. I said that I love you because I do. I meant it. And because I do, I wouldn’t be able to live with the thought of harming you. I’m not going to let you battle my fights, I don’t want to involve you in my dark past. This is why I’m letting you go.”

His eyes shimmer from tears he is probably holding back, his fingers are roaming my back as I slide my hands to the base of his neck. I’m taking notes of everything, how his skin feels on mine, the line of his defined jawline and cheeks, his adorable curls and the way he licks his lips.

I can tell he is battling himself, he wants to protest against me, but he also wants to respect me and my will. I run my finger along his jawline stopping at his lips.

“If this is what you want… I respect it,” he says finally speaking up, but I can hear the endless sadness in his voice and my heart breaks. “But can I ask just one thing?”

“Sure,” I smile at him letting the tears run down my cheeks not caring to hold them back anymore.

“Can we forget about it just for tonight? Just for one more night, please. As a goodbye.”

I immediately nod my head and without hesitation I press my lips to his kissing him hard and passionate.

All barriers fall down and we cross every boundaries as he pushes me down to the bed getting on top of me. My cheeks are wet from my tears, running onto my lips, but he doesn’t seem to care. We kiss like it’s the end of the world, and in a way, it is for us. I tug his shirt off of him as his hands quickly work on my dress and make it disappear in no time. In just a few minutes both of us is naked, tangled in the sheets and in each other. One time it’s me on top, the other it’s him. He litters my face, my neck and my collarbones with open-mouthed kisses, lacing my fingers through his hair I pull his face up to me so I can kiss him.

I manage to get on top of him once more as his erection is pressed to my inner thigh. I rock my hips against him and a satisfied moan slips through his perfectly pink lips. I press my lips to his rosy cheek before leaning closer to his ear.

“I love you. I really do,” I whisper, his large hand covers the back of my neck as he is pulling me down for a kiss.

“I love you too,” he moans into my lips and my heart is racing. I reach down between us, I need to feel him inside me.

I position him to my entrance and our eyes meet right at the moment he slips into me and fills me up perfectly. I gasp at the pleasant feeling as I’m adjusting to him. His hands grab onto my waist and gently starts me moving, but soon I start lifting myself up and dropping down on my own. I sit up throwing my head back, letting a guttural growl out in pleasure, his hands travel up on my body until they find my breasts and squeeze them passionately. I place one hand on his while putting one to his chest and leaning on that arm while I never stop moving.

“You are so beautiful,” he mumbles leaning up and pressing a kiss to my chin before flipping us over.

I immediately wrap my legs around his waist and when I feel him go as deep as possible I scream his name out. He slams into me again and again, hitting that one spot that is making me shiver under his touch, his lips return to my neck sucking on my skin and I’m sure I’ll have a nice hickey in the morning, but I couldn’t care less.

“I love you,” he tells me again and I’m whimpering under him as I’m getting closer and closer to my orgasm with each thrust.

“Shawn, I- Ah…” I’m lost in him, I look into his eyes, I see the sorrow in them and I just want to make him happy again. I would do anything to see him smile again.

Except one thing.

I pull him down for a kiss so I don’t have to look into his eyes and he picks up his pace as we both are close to our climax. My fingers dig into his back, probably leaving marks on his skin, he is moving forcefully and fast, his hair is covering his forehead, some locks stick to his sweaty skin, but he still looks like the man of my dreams. He probably is.

I finally reach the top, moaning his name I throw him over the edge and he releases himself into me as well. With a few more sloppy thrusts our highs die down and he collapses to the bed besides me, pulling me to his chest. My cheek is pressed against his hot skin, I can hear and feel his heart beating crazily.

A few minutes later he pulls the cover over us, our legs are tangled together and I’m playing with his hair at the base of his neck as we are just silently lying in bed facing each other. I can feel my eyelids getting heavier with each passing moment and I’m trying to fight my tiredness wanting to spend as much time with Shawn as possible, but I just can’t help.

“Sleep, baby. I’ll be here in the morning. I promise,” he whispers pressing a soft kiss to my forehead as I close my eyes.

“I love you,” I mumble under my breath, but I’m already drifting off to sleep. I feel his fingers touching my cheeks and I’m almost dozed out when I hear his reply.

“I will always love you.” His voice echoes in my mind as I finally fall asleep in his arms.

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svucarisiaddict · 5 years

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Betrayed Series- Alt ending 2

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Excuse you. You have no right to demand anything from me, Dominick.”

Sonny softened his voice. “I’m sorry. You’re right. Please. Let me drive you home. It’s cold.”

It had been a long walk to the bus stop earlier and it looked like it was going to snow “A ride would be nice,” you said. “But I planned to stop at the grocery on the way home.”

“I already ordered groceries. They just need to be picked up,” Sonny informed you as he helped you into the SUV.

Sonny walked around the front of the vehicle then got into the driver seat. He started the car and eased into traffic. “Are you on shift this weekend? There is something I want to show you.”

“Just half a shift on Saturday.” Sonny smiled and nodded. It was silent for a few minutes before you spoke again. “Who was that woman at the precinct?” You turned slightly in your seat to look at him.

“She’s my realtor.”

“Oh. Are you looking for another place to live?” Sonny moving out had always been the plan but now that it was happening you weren’t sure how to feel about it.

“Already did. It’ll be a month maybe longer before I can move in. Hope it’s okay that I stay at the apartment some nights until it’s ready to move in to.” Sonny flicked his eyes to you then back to the road.

“That-that should be fine.” You turned back in your seat to look out the windshield as the snow started falling.

The next day at work had been horrible. Even cutting down to part-time was exhausting you. Sonny was at the apartment when you got home but from the looks of it, he was on his way out.

“Hey. Pizza in the oven. I gotta go on a call,” he informed you as he tied his shoes. “If it’s too late when we’re finished I’ll just crash at Fin’s so I don’t wake you.” Sonny gave you a quick kiss to your cheek, grabbed his coat as was out the door.

Dropping your bag in the middle of the living room you looked around. A few seconds later the door opened back up. Sonny marched up to you, pulled you to his chest and gave you a kiss that made your toes curl. “I love you, Y/N. Just want to make sure you knew that.”

“I love you too, Sonny,” And you did. As bad as you wish you didn’t. As much as you wish you could stop, it just was. “Be careful,” you called as he left again.

“Always am,” he called back.

“Hey. Wake up.” Sonny gently shook your shoulder.

“I’m not asleep. I just don’t want to move. Not sure I can actually,” you mumbled.

“Well, the couch isn’t a good place to sleep. Trust me.” He helped you sit upright. “Let’s get you to bed.”

You nodded in agreement. Sonny tucked you in bed then turned off the bedside light. “Wait.” You grabbed his hand. “Will you sleep in here tonight?”

Sonny studied your face. “If that’s what you want.” He must have seen the sincerity in your eyes. “I’m gonna turn off the lights in the living room and kitchen.”

A couple minutes later Sonny emerged from the bathroom in a pair of flannel sleep pants and a sleeveless undershirt. He pulled back the blankets and slid into his side of the bed. “Goodnight, doll.”

“Night Sonny.” It took a few minutes but you finally got comfortable but now you were wide awake. “You awake?” you asked into the darkness.

“Yeah.”

“What did she look like?” you asked.

“Who are you talking about?” Sonny rolled over so he was facing you. You could just make out the lines of his face from the small amount of light the hallway provided.

“Her...the woman that you-”

Sonny pushed the blanket off of him and sat up. “You seriously want to do this right now?”

“Yes,” you replied firmly.

Sonny was quiet for a minute. He leaned over to turn on the bedside lamp. His legs bent up and he rested his arms on his knees. “You. She looked a lot like you,” he said softly.

You stared at him wide-eyed for a minute. “She-she what?” Pushing yourself up in bed you leaned against the headboard. “That makes it worse. I didn’t think it could be worse but that...fuck.” Next came the other question that hadn’t been answered. “What made you stop?”

Sonny stared at you in disbelief. He pushed off the bed and paced around the room. He scratched the back of his neck. “Can we talk about this in the morning.”

“No.”

“Things were starting to get back to before. Can’t we just-”

“Fucking tell me,” you said in a far too calm voice.

Sonny came around to sit on your side of the bed. “She stopped what was happening. But I was about to. I’m sorry-” Sonny started as his hand touched your belly.

Swatting his hand away you looked at him through tears. “I need you to leave,” you said your voice just above a whisper. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed you stood. Walking across the room you pulled on your robe and secured it around you.

Sonny’s face was crestfallen his eyes filled with tears of his own. He rose from the bed and walked over to you. “Y/N. Please.”

“Please what Sonny? Please don’t kick you out? Please forgive you? Please act like it never happened? To trust you? Act like I still love you?” Your voice wavered.

His eyes shifted from the floor to meet yours. “You don’t love me anymore?” His voice was full of hurt. Well, welcome to the club.

You decided to ignore the question. Because you honestly didn’t know. “I can’t answer that right now.”

Sonny wiped tears from his eyes. “Wow.” He brushed past you into the bathroom. When he emerged he was redressed. You watched as he moved around the bedroom packing his bag. “I’ll be at Bella’s.”

His footsteps echoed down the hall then you heard the door close. You stood in the middle of the bedroom and looked around. Crazy to think less than a year ago you and Sonny were happy, in love and planning a wedding. Now you were alone. Deciding to climb back into bed you pulled the blanket up under your chin. Tears rolled down your cheeks onto your pillow as you cried yourself to sleep.

The following day was pretty good. Any day would be better than yesterday. Work was busy but the day was going by quickly. Looking at the clock you saw you only had three more hours then you could go home, prop up your feet and have ice cream for dinner. The thought made you smile.

“Oh, Y/N. You have a delivery,” your co-worker Maureen called to you as you were leaving a patient room.

You furrowed your brow. Then you saw the large bouquet of peonies and a brown bag with the name of your favorite cafe on the side. “You sure are lucky, Y/N. My boyfriend wouldn’t do anything romantic if his life depended on it.”

Maureen and your other co-workers didn’t know what was going on with you and Sonny. You gave her a tight smile then pulled the card from the holder.

We can and will get through this.

I believe in you and me.

All my love, Sonny

P.S. please have dinner with me??

“Well that makes one of us,” you muttered to yourself. Dinner was not going to happen. You shoved the card in your scrub pocket then opened the paper bag. The sweet aroma of the cherry danish you always picked wafted from the bag. The thought went through your head to pitch it. No sense in letting a perfectly delicious danish go to waste. “I’m gonna take a quick break.”

Maureen nodded and smiled then answered the ringing phone.

Once in the break room, you pulled your phone from your pocket and texted Sonny.

[to:sonny 2:12pm] not feeling up to dinner but thanks anyway

[from:sonny 2:15pm] i’ll bring dinner to you then. i just really want to see you.

Staring at the screen you contemplated what to do. You didn’t want to really sit at home by yourself on a Friday evening but you weren’t sure you could handle seeing Sonny.

[to:sonny 2:20pm] it needs to be an early dinner. i get off at 5. pick me up at the apartment at 6.

[from:sonny 2;21pm] whatever you want, doll :)

“What I want is someone I can trust,” you said to yourself.

Sonny was at the apartment before 6. You were attempting to buckle your sandal and not having much luck.

“Need some help?” he asked as he sat on the coffee table.

Sighing you said, “as much as I hate to admit it yes.”

He grinned and gently placed a foot in his lap. His fingers made quick work of the buckle. Sonny followed suit with the other sandal. “All set.”

When he offered you a hand to help you stand you waved him away. “I can do it.” Once standing you put your hands to your lower back and sighed heavily. The simplest tasks were becoming more difficult the closer you got to your due date. “Okay. Ready. Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I’m not really in the mood for surprises, Sonny. I’m tired. My feet are swollen my back aches, and your daughter is laying on my bladder,” you whined.

“It’ll be worth it. I promise, doll. Please,” he pleaded.

“Fine. But so you know, this has nothing to do with me forgetting what happened the other night.”

Once you got a table you were looking over the menu when a large group a couple tables over were laughing, drinking and being a little too loud and obnoxious. Or maybe you were just tired. “Can they be any louder?” you remarked.

Sonny lifted his head his brow furrowed as he looked over to the table you were referring. “Yeah, Gettin’ a little annoying.” The look on his face changed to one of recognition then a smile broke over his face. “Hey. I know them from law school. Mind if I go say hi?”

“Whatever floats your boat,” you answered.

As Sonny made his way over to the table the waiter took your drink orders and brought a basket of bread. Sonny’s boisterous laugh caught your ear. You hadn’t heard that in a while. Not since before he left for undercover. One of the girls put her hand on his arm and leaned in seemingly hanging on every word he had to say. Sonny didn’t seem to notice but you sure did.

About 10 minutes later Sonny returned to the table. “Sorry I was gone so long. I haven’t most of them since graduation,” he said.

“No need to apologize. I ordered you a sweet tea. Hope that’s okay.”

The two of you had a light conversation while you ate. The thought kept thinking about the interaction between Sonny and the woman that seemed smitten with him. You knew Sonny was being himself. Was this how it was going to be whenever he had an interaction with another woman. Were you going to dissect every movement, touch, word, laugh? Would you ever be able to believe or trust him again? The answer was no.

Sonny looked over at you with a concerned look on his face. “You didn’t eat much. Feel okay?”

You shrugged. “Not much of an appetite.”

“Okay. We can go if you want,” Sonny offered then forked the last bite of steak and put it in his mouth.

After the waiter brought you a box for your food Sonny paid. “Need to make another stop if that’s okay then I’ll take ya home.”

“Sure,” you replied.

You hadn’t been in the care more than 15 minutes before you dozed off. Sonny woke you. “We home?” you muttered.

Sonny was grinning when he looked over at you. “It’s the surprise I told you about.”

“Where the hell are we? And how long was I asleep?” Sonny had parked in the driveway of Colonial brick house with off white shutters a black door.

“We’re in Scarsdale,” he replied. He exited the vehicle and came around to open your door. He lead you in the house and knocked on the door. The woman that Sonny identified as his realtor opened the door.

“So nice to see you, Sonny. Glad the two of you could make it up here this evening,” she said in a much to cheerful voice. Sonny made introductions between the two of you. “Feel free to look around and let me know if you have any questions.”

After the tour which included three bedrooms, one with a master bath, finished basement, remodeled kitchen, fenced in backyard, and a two car garage you and Sonny stepped out on the back deck.

“What do you think?” Sonny inquired.

“It’s a beautiful house. Kinda big though,” you replied. The sun was just setting and you got a beautiful view from where you were sitting on the porch swing. “I’ve always wanted a porch swing.”

Sonny dipped his head and looked over at you. “I remember. That’s why when I looked for a house I made sure to find one with a swing or where one could be hung.” Sonny took your hand. “I can picture you out here on warm summer nights swinging while I cook on the grill and our kids are runnin’ around the yard catching lightning bugs.”

Your mouth went dry. “Sonny. I-I think we should talk.”

He withdrew his hand from yours and stood. “Bout what?”

“Well us,” you replied. You continued to swing slowly the slight breeze cooling your skin.

“I messed up too bad to fix us didn’t I?” His blue eyes looking into yours.

“I can’t stop thinking about what you told me. When I see you simply talking to another woman I wonder if you want to be with her. When you leave and say you have to work, I wonder if you’re telling me the truth,” you said slowly.

“I messed up big time. But I would never hurt you again. I promise. Please don’t do this. I love you so much,” Sonny pleaded.

“It’s not a matter of love Sonny. It’s trust,” you explained. “And I can’t be with someone I can’t trust.”

“I’ve really been trying to make things right. I can’t lose you,” Sonny said with tears in his eyes.

“I know you have and I appreciate the effort but what happened was just too much for me to move past. I have really tried too.” This was harder than you thought. Your heart was breaking even more and you knew Sonny’s was as well.

A month later Gabrielle Elizabeth Carisi was born. Sonny was by your side the entire time holding your hand, giving encouraging words, feeding you ice chips. And when they laid your beautiful baby girl on your chest you’re not sure who cried the most.

Later that evening after all the visitors had left it was just you, Sonny and Gabby. “Thank you,” Sonny said as he looked down at you as you nursed Gabby.

“For what?” you asked softly.

“For letting me be a part of today.”

You turned your gaze to Sonny. “Of course. You’re her Daddy. I would never deny you seeing her and being part of her life.”

Sonny smiled then kissed your temple. “So, think we’ll do okay at this whole parenting thing?”

“I sure hope so. I’m not sure we can return her,” you chuckled.

You weren’t sure what the future held for you and Sonny. Right now you would live in the moment and worry about tomorrow when it came.

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cutiecrates · 5 years

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Cutie Reviews: Kawaii Box May 19

Before I begin I have an announcement: later/tomorrow I plan to post a sort of... glossaryish post that will be about ALL the boxes I subscribe to :D Because earlier today it occurred to me, I never really talk about the brands themselves anymore unless they have some update or if I complain in my reviews. I thought this type of post would be nice for anyone who just wanted to learn more about a specific box to see if they would be interested in it. I will also be including my own opinions on the box as a whole, pros and cons, how the box has changed, etc.

So if you like things like that, then make sure you come back soon!

Until then, we’re gonna focus on this:

Word of the month: Tanjyoubi - Birthday

Disney Princess Dress-Up Puffy Stickers

Our first item is a set of Disney Princess Ariel/Little Mermaid stickers. Covered to the brim with stickers, this sheet has multiple outfits, accessories/props, and deco bits to have fun with the sticker doll and then-some!

Besides Ariel, there are other Disney Princess and I’ve even seen they added a really cute Minnie mouse one on Blippo.com. Those in this set each cost $3.90.

I was really torn between all 3 dresses, the turquoise one was a classic for Ariel, and I love how the pink one reminded me of Aurora, but I actually settled for the purple one because I though it looked really pretty on her. Then I chose the shell purse and matching decoration/accessory and a light pink sash to add more to her dress, what do you think?

While on the subject, which dress would you have chose for her? Or would you have given her a different colored dress entirely?

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

It’s really simple, but it’s also pretty fun and cute, I love dress-up stickers because of how creative you can be. I mentioned this before but I really want to start a scrapbook or photobook and fill it entirely with dress-ups~

The stickers puffiness is nice and soft, and I like how these don’t feel finished. So I could go back to it a few days later and swap out her purse and hair piece to make her classier with a sun hat. Or I could give her the turquoise dress if I wanted.

Sanrio Ziptop Bag Set

Next up is this pack of adorable Pompompurin zipper bags. You get 6 in total, including 3 Small 70mm x100mm, and 3 Medium 160mm x 190mm. Each set offers different designs, and besides Pompompurin (who I couldn’t find on blippo btw) there was also the other basic characters like my Melody, Gudetama, Little Twin Star. Each set costs $5.90.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I think these are really cute, and practical :D according to the back of the package you could put all sorts of things in these, and I like that both sets are zip-locks. These would be a perfect gift for any Pompompurin fan.

Kawaii Dreams File

This is the monthly Exclusive item, a file folder featuring a variety of kawaii designs and items you can find on the Kawaii Box box and booklet, with the inside panel being white and pink to match the box’s color scheme. It’s kinda small-medium, about the size of the booklet that comes in each box, and it’s a little flimsy, but for most part it feels durable and sturdy.

You can buy this off of Blippo for $2.90.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I usually don’t look forward to getting these files in the boxes because as cute as they are, they’re always big and bent. This one fits in the box with no problem, so I feel like even though you would need to fold certain things into it, it’s more practical. I also like how despite how colorful and busy it looks, it doesn’t feel too-busy.

Soft Jell Rainbow Gel Pen Set

I loved gel pens growing up x3 my friends and I loved to draw on our things and each other during class (but only when we weren’t actually doing anything important <3< I wasn’t a model student but I didn’t get into trouble either), and I remember just admiring the massive rainbow collection my friend had; she must have had at least 100!

My collection was much smaller and modest though, I only had a few glittery metallic ones and a couple multicolored pastels. So for someone who used to love these, getting a whole pretty set like this just made my day~

It’s also pretty rare for us to get a whole set of anything in the boxes. If you’ve seen my prior reviews (or check out the items on blippo) its usually just one separate of your choosing. This set costs $6.90.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The colors are vibrant and really pretty, as you can see I did decorate the box with them which in hindsight might not have been the best thing to do, but they still worked once the ink got flowing. They’re juicy and are capable of long lines, writing, dots, coloring.

My only complaint is that both blues (or I suppose you could say one is indigo? Turquoise?) look almost exactly alike. It’s the same in the actual pens, but there’s still a noticeable difference until you go to use them both, so I wish they would have darkened or lightened one of them to make the difference more noticeable.

Cute Animal Friend Masking Tape & Nekoni Cherry Blossoms Badge

For our next items, I got bunnies for both ♥

First is an adorable pastel bunny washi tape that consists of a kawaii bunny doing some silly actions. I would have taken out a piece to show the design, but when I unraveled a long, long amount of it I saw no end to the pattern >3< like it kept going, there was no repeat bunnies. Each bunny was cuter, or sillier than the last.

There are several varieties you could get, and you can guy them in sets of 4 for $5.90 on Blippo.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Well besides being very cute and silly to look at, I like how this doesn’t seem to be repetitive like most tapes. I’m sure it starts repeating somewhere but for now, I just think it would be cute to use them individually as little emoji icons, like for notes or letters or something.

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From the brand Nekoni are these adorable pastel badges with cherry blossom designs, ranging from animals, a human girl, scenery, and adorable foods. Each badge costs $1.90.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

It’s very cute, but there isn’t really much I can say about a badge other than the fact it seems to be fine quality. There was no problems with it or anything to complain about.

Cute Stationery Buddy

This probably would have been better suited for a school theme- but you also use stuff like this to decorate :P so, our next item is an adorable, soft but firm plush themed after various stationery items. There are 7 in total, each with a ball chain and costing $4.90.

I really hope I’m not the only person, but when I saw this (and even now) I think of a snail; it’s a roll of tape! I was so surprised initially but now that I’ve had it for a while I’ve been seeing it more.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Again, I find myself with little to say. It’s really cute though, and the quality is nice, there’s no obvious flaws or issues.

Yogurt Jelly Hair Clip Set

In comparison to stationery, we always get sets of hair clips so I’m happy about that :3 I love their kawaii hair clips and accessories, they’re usually always one of my most favorite items~

Anyway, this set is themed after yogurt jelly and features a small translucent clip attached to a clear, colorful, glittery yogurt jelly attached to it, each with labels, a colorful lid, and a tiny lotte written in the corner. These come in several cute color schemes, each set costs $2.90.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

As I’ve been saying this entire review, these are very cute. They’re also well made, in that the pieces don’t feel loose or flimsy, which has been in a problem with one or two past-sets I’ve gotten, but you can easily fix that with some good glue. I was also very happy to get a very pink set, but you couldn’t go wrong with any of them in my opinion!

DIY Fruity Doodle Pen & Flower Candy

Our last item is this cute little fruity doodle set. Technically I don’t consider this to be a DIY considering you’re just spreading gel on the gummies, but it’s very cute and I really wanted to try it. I started seeing it like a year or two ago?

It’s available on Blippo for $3.50.

As you can see, I got tons of yellow gummies, along with a single pink, and two blues. The gel is supposed to be sour, but it’s actually very light- it reminds me a lot of strawberry jello/gelatin. The gummies are individually flavored, and this is what I thought:

Yellow - might be apricot? It tastes a lot like the apricot jelly filling in the mochi I buy from the mall.

Blue - my favorite, tastes like blue raspberry.

Pink - no flavor I could pick up, just sweetness.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

As I said, I’m not sure this is entirely a DIY so I didn’t make a separate post on it. All you do is apply the jelly, which I thought actually tasted the best out of everything in the set, but it was very tasty and cute overall, I just wish the colors/flavors of the flowers were more varied.

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - 5 out of 5: I’m not sure they were all my absolute favorite or anything, but I did genuinely like everything we got this month. I found no quality issues or problems, plenty of variety in both the types of items, and for each item. A very practical and fun box. Some items were fairly pricey though, and I’m not sure if I agreed with some of those. Also, we got one item less than usual, which I assume has something to do with the price?

Theme - ????? out of 5: I found this Happy Birthday theme to be extremely open and up for interpretation, so I had I’m not sure how I feel about how they did on it. On one hand I could say “yes, these are items you could use for gifts or decoration for a birthday“, but on another I’d say “sakura badges and yogurt hair clips don’t make me think of a birthday.”

Total Rank: 8.5 out of 10 Cuties. I liked the items, and I can see why they chose the theme they did, but because of how open it is, I’m not sure how my feelings are towards it. The items worked great and I would recommend mostly all of them. I’m not sure this is my favorite box though...

(I’m sorry but I ended up skipping the last part of this review, I was fine this entire time but towards the end things got really busy in the house and I’m not feeling well at the time. I would have went to lay down but my laptop has been weird lately and I didn’t want to risk losing the work T^T sorry if you were looking forward to that part.)

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Kitchen Royalty - B.B (7/15)

Summary: Falling in love wasn’t on the menu, but neither was finding prince charming looking like a trash raccoon and living in your industrial freezer. (Pastry AU! Reader/Bucky Barnes)

Prompt: Sleeping Beauty

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A/N: This is for @ciarawritesmarvel ‘s 1k challenge.

Please enjoy and feedback is always appreciated.

After the pizza dinner, things seems to shift between you and Bucky, there is quiet understanding of each other’s boundaries that aren’t meant to be crossed, such as his nightmares. Yet, at the same time, you seem to be magnetized to each other, you spend breakfast --depending on what you can make due to the orders-- together as well as dinner. To Maria’s surprise, you have given Bucky complete control of the kitchen when you are sleeping, to the point that he starts on some of the orders early on in the morning when he isn’t going for a run. You were teetering on the edge of something with Bucky, you just weren’t sure what, especially after a couple of mornings ago.

It was way too early and you weren’t still fully awake without your cup of coffee. You enter the small kitchenette to the sound of Glen Miller playing in the background, as you have gotten accustomed to when Bucky decided to make breakfast. He really seemed like an old soul sometimes, like he had seen too much and it trapped him, making sure he never forgot. However, there were moments that he seemed to smile and not look 10 years older than he might actually be-- like right now, as he washed the dishes while shaking slightly to the music. He was too caught up in that, so he didn’t notice that pan was close to burning.

You still in your sleepy haze fail to realize how hot the pan might actually be, grab it on to yelp. It catches Bucky’s attention, as he curses while grabbing to your burnt hand in the process. You sniffle, as he places it underneath the cooling water -- that’s when your eyes catches a glint of silver and it’s not the metal pan.

“A metal arm?” you ask, unsure of what is going on, but Bucky’s hand is silver and glimmering as his usual long-sleeved is rolled up to his elbows. Blue eyes look at you mortified and as soon as he knows you are going to be okay -- he’s out of the room. Everything else forgotten.

“Snap out of it,” you murmur to yourself wrapping the chocolate-tipped madeleines in threes inside small, clear bags with a blue bow.

Bucky had made them earlier this morning --you were slowly becoming aware that there were just some recipes that he beat you at-- with you finishing the decorations (some 200 little bags and you were halfway done) for Happy to pick-up before the store opened. And while some time ago, you were happy and glowing over the extra customers and coverage, the only thing in your head now was how to get Bucky to talk to you again, which he hadn’t since the incident.

Men, talking to them, had never been a problem for you, but you and Bucky were a team now -- at least, you thought you were, but while you knew you were something, there was always going to be a wall between the two of you and as more time passed, it bothered you even more. But, what could you do about it?

Why did it even bother you so much?

Ring! Ring!

The back doorbell catches you attention, as you look up at the clock to notice that it is too early for Happy to pick up. You finish wrapping your latest bag before heading over to the back, getting a weird sense of deja vu from the night you met Bucky, though when you open the door that is quickly replaced with a sense of horror at the sight of an all too familiar black suited man.

“Rollins,” you seethe, as he simply hands you a small white envelope with a ensign you know all too well.

“An invitation, princess ,” he says mocking you with the nickname. You grab the envelope and close the door on his face before he can say anything else, or even worst thinking about coming in. You take a shaky breath and don’t leave until you faintly hear his footsteps leave the alleyway. You fall to the floor, hot tears streaming down your face, as you try to stop yourself from having a panic attack right then and there. Through your tears, you can’t help but stare at the logo that you used to hold near and dear to your heart: a little cupcake with angel wings behind it and three little stars surrounding it: one for you and the other two for your brothers.

Marjorie’s.

You let out a heavy sigh, knowing that you should’ve listened to Richie all those weeks ago. Mother was done playing her game with you.

Run! Run!

It’s all Bucky is able to do keep himself from going crazy with each day since the incident going a bit farther than before. He is almost close to the bridge once or twice, and then he thinks about how easy it would be crossing it again and disappearing from your life, like he had done with his family and Steve. All his years in in the Army had given him the right tools to run and never be found, aside how to kill a man and the nightmares that still ate at him. Bucky Barnes wasn’t good at anything.

“Oh, you so much better at making madeleines than I am!”

“It’s so cute what you did with the whip cream design, Buck.”

No, this Bucky was good at some things: making breakfast, madeleines, even making you laugh and he could be a little proud of that. He stops running and takes a deep breathe, going through a little breakthrough in the middle of the street. You had always been so kind to him, but he was afraid of what would happen once he told you a little bit about himself. You deserved to know a little bit about him before deciding kick him out of your life, because what else were you going to do in the long run? He knew that while you had been confused about his arm, he could feel the hitch of your breathe in fear, the sleepy haze in your eyes being replaced with something else --- something that he never wanted to see from you.

“I should do it after work,” Bucky sighs out, feet taking easy steps in preparation to head back to the bakery. However, the sound of a hopeful voice stops him. He knows this voice too well, it’s etched on his skin like the scars of war, as blue meets blue. A sad smile on his best friend’s face.

“Bucky!” is all Steve Rogers manages to scream, as he crosses the sidewalk as fast as he can. Bucky stands still, knowing that he can’t outrun the punk now, that had been years ago.

“Hey Steve,” Bucky lets out full of hope and defeat at the same time, as the taller man hugs him, so close to crying.

“Where the hell have you been?” he asks, tears in his eyes that remind Bucky that despite everything Steve still had a sentimental side, or maybe it was just because they hadn’t seen each other in months -- since Bucky sneaked out of the safe house he had been staying in.

“It’s a long story, pal.”

Everyone’s worried about you, Buck. Please think about coming back home.

Those had been Steve’s last words before departing from the little diner they had spent close to two hours in, Bucky telling him what had happened and Steve telling him how everything was going back home. How Sam blamed himself, how his ma was suffering, and his sisters were doing their best to keep the shop going. However, Steve knew well enough to push Bucky to come back right then and there, that he would come and see him again soon, maybe even check out the bakery he worked at.

She sounds like a sweet gal, Buck. I’m sure she’ll understand.

Steve’s voice echoes in his head over the thought of telling you everything and while he wanted to believe that, something itched deep in his bones that something bad was going to happen. It buzzes more is his head when he sees that the bakery is closed, which is something he had never seen occur since he started living there. He frowns as he takes the back entrance, only to see you and Maria sitting on the large metal table with cups of coffee and a plate of madeleines between the two of you. It makes him a little proud for a moment, until he sees your face -- weary and like you have been crying for hours.

“Welcome back, Bucky,” you croak out with a tired smile. Maria stays quiet, drinking her coffee as she watches what Bucky does next, only to smile when he rushes over to you. Large hands grab your cheeks, turning you to look at his worried face.

“Doll,” he soothes you, as your eyes widen at the sudden nickname, “what’s wrong? What happened?”

“I got a letter,” is all you can say, pointing to the piece of paper with golden lettering and cupcake motif. Blue eyes now look at you in confusion, as he reads:

Annual New York Bakery Contest!

Show off your skills and have your winning pastry be sold at Marjorie’s.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” he goes back to looking at you, as you just shake your head.

“That’s my mom, Bucky,” you explain, which just confuses him even more as Maria sighs.

“And the evil queen is calling the good princess back home,” she says cryptically, before declaring that she is leaving -- giving you a tight smile and a pat on the back, hoping that everything goes well between the two fools that don’t seem to understand what is going on between them.

“I think we need to talk,” you say, holding his hands and staring straight into his bright blue eyes.

“Yeah, I think it’s long overdue, doll.”

Part 8

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