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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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Hi I love love LOVE your blog would you maybe do all the obey me brothers x reader yandere wise?

Hi anon! Thank you for the love I really appreciate it!! I know I sound like a broken record, but I was so nervous to start this blog and I’m so happy that people are enjoying my writings. So this request was kinda vague (and it’s my first yandere request!), so I’m assuming you mean general headcannons being in a relationship with the brothers (separately) being yandere. If I’m wrong, just send in the request again with some more details and I’ll be happy to redo it. Reader is gender neutral and I hope you enjoy!

Sidenote: Beel’s and Belphie’s part is a little bit short. Sorry!

TW: Unhealthy relationships, toxic behavior, yandere behavior but not too graphic is mentioned

Spoilers for Lesson 9-11 (mentioned in Satan’s) and Lesson 16 (mentioned in Mammon’s, Beel’s and Belphie’s)

Yandere HC’s with The Bros

So let me begin by saying this: I think that all demons are very territorial and even more so possessive. The brothers no doubt all love you, but you couldn’t help but realize that their way of love was starting to get just a tad bit worrying. I mean, you knew that they were demons and that they wouldn’t dream of hurting you (again), but it was starting to feel...intense. After all, they were just starting to express openly how they feel. You tried to give them the benefit of the doubt, but it was scary. They were determined that you were going to know just how much they love you...

And you were going to accept it, whether you wanted to or not.

Lucifer

Very controlling

You thought he was strict before, please, you haven’t seen anything yet

It went from telling you when to eat to downright constantly being in his presence. You were pretty much living in his room at this point, with the exception of leaving for school where he was your only escort

He was the embodiment of Pride, he took in pride in everything that he does, which included you. He was the reflection of perfection, and he were going to make sure that you and your relationship with him would reflect that too

He couldn’t help it. He was the oldest and the brother in charge, and that control transferred into your relationship. There was no room for backtalk or disobedience with him, it was his word, and his word was final

But, it was coming from a good place (in his eyes). He only wanted the best for you, because you deserved the best. And you’re a human, one of the weakest beings to ever exist that demons wouldn’t hesitate to rip limb from limb for fun. And he already lost you once due to his negligence. If he was there, if he knew what you were up to, if he knew your every move, then it wouldn’t have taken place. If he takes control, you would be safe. Sure, you would complain about wanting your “freedom” back (relax MC, he didn’t lock you up yet), but this was the best course of action.

Being the Avatar of Pride and the oldest (and most powerful) of all the brothers, Lucifer was intimidating. He knew the power and the weight that his name holds in the Devildom, he wasn’t Diavolo’s right hand man for nothing. So with that being said, he didn’t have to worry about any lesser demon even thinking about trying to take you away.

He didn’t see anyone as competition. Psh, do you see who he is? If anything, he sees these “competitors” as nuisances. Annoyances that didn’t know how to go away when they noticed that they weren’t welcomed. They weren’t going to take you away, they won’t even get the chance to be physically close to you, but...

He didn’t have a problem in making an example out of one or two people, as a matter of fact he relished it in. Have them on display for the whole Devildom to see. After looking at their disfigured and nearly destroyed bodies, the message is made clear: to make sure that it’s known that you are off limits completely

He loves you MC, and you may not understand that when he hovers over you, demanding that you never leave his sight, when he makes it to where none of your friends talk to you anymore (when they see you both walking, they immediately turn the other way like they haven’t seen you at all), and even when your time with the other brothers is limited to the point where you see him and only him, but he truly does love you

Lucifer loves you. He let his walls down and even swallowed his pride when he admitted this to you, and he doesn’t want to regret it. Which is why he had to be the dominant force in this relationship. He wasn’t going to lose you again, he refused to. No one was going to take you away from him, lest they incur the wrath of the firstborn

Mammon

This demon was already clingy, so just amp it up to an 1000

Mammon already gets picked on by demons, witches, and even his own family. So when you started to defend and comfort him, he was smitten. You, a mere human, making the Great Mammon feel butterflies in his stomach? Had you told Mammon this 100s of years ago that he would fall in love with a human, he would have laughed in your face and blew you off. But here he was, head over heels in love with you

He was already following you, since he was deemed your protector, and he took that title very seriously.

“Oi MC, stay close with me, that creep’s walking too close.” “Human, ‘ya need to let me walk with you every class, what if some no-good demon’s plannin’ something and I’m not there?!” “MC, stay away from that scumbag, I don’t like him being near you...”

Your safety wasn’t a game, it wasn’t a risk he would be taking like he’s playing a game of poker. No. He loves you, and he hasn’t felt this kind of warmth since his days in the Celestial Realm. If it means that he would never leave your side (and trust me, he’s not complaining), then he was happy about it. Ecstatic even. You were a pure soul and you made him smile everyday, he wasn’t willing to lose you by a longshot

He escalated from being a puppy to a growling rabid demon, baring his fangs at anyone he deemed a threat (which was starting to be an alarming rate of people, even people that you both personally knew). Mammon would always have some sort of grip on you, ready to pull you away under the guise that he was defending you. It got to a point where it just seemed like he was always on edge, just picking fights for no reason, and it got to the point where you confronted him about it. These people were your friends! They weren’t random demons trying to eat you alive, they weren’t trying to torture you for entertainment, and you are your own person! You’re not just some possession, and you’re not a child! You can take care of yourself-

He didn’t like that at all

You didn’t understand it, you’re a weakling compared to everyone here, and you wouldn’t make it by yourself (was Belphie not enough proof of that statement?!). You needed Mammon, and he was going to be there protecting you, whether you wanted it or not. He failed once, and got a second chance, and he wasn’t going to waste it. And if you didn’t want his protection, that’s okay. You’ll grow to live and love him soon enough

Many people forget that while Mammon does act childish and does rather stupid things at times, he is the second born. The second most powerful brother right after Lucifer himself. He won’t (or at least tries not to) do these acts in front of you, no. He knows how vulnerable you can be, you’re not used to seeing vicious acts like these in front of you, but he is. Your classmate that wanted to do a study date for a big test? He’s trying to curse you so he can hurt you Canceled last minute and unenrolled from the class next day. Beel’s teammate that asked you for your number? He obviously wants to get some inside info to harm you Bones broken beyond repair to the point where he couldn’t play Fangol anymore and left in despair (you were only trying to plan a surprise for Beel since he’s been working so hard). The demon that accidentally bumped into you on the street? He tried to attack you and Mammon stepped in before it got worse You personally saw what he was capable of before you begged him to stop.

All in all, he’s the Avatar of Greed, it’s in his nature to be selfish. Before, he hated himself for how low his sin would make him feel, but damn did it feel good to indulge in it with it came to you

Leviathan

Out of all the bros to go yandere, he would be one of the worst to encounter. Good luck MC, cause you’re gonna need it dealing with his yandere side

Being that his sin is jealousy, it’s just a disaster waiting to happen. Why were you ALWAYS talking to his brothers and not him?! It’s not fair, it’s not fair!-

On top of that, he can be very manipulative, and he knows it. Whenever he talks down on himself, saying that he can understand why you would want to talk to other people instead of him. After all, he’s just a icky otaku who’s a worthless excuse for the third strongest brother-

Whenever he has this spouts, he knows that you’ll drop everything and come reassure him. You can always reschedule, he needs you now

With Levi, he knows what he’s doing is wrong, but he can’t help it, and he doesn’t care to. It took him so long to find real affection, and even then he still had his suspicions. You don’t really care for him if you keep trying to leave him, you don’t! Clearly, your love was just an act. If you really did love him, then wouldn’t you spend all of your time with him and no one else?

He knew that you couldn’t physically be with him forever, you weren’t immortal after all. But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t spend your remaining time with him. You could switch to online classes like him, constant anime and TSL marathons, and you could even watch him stream live! That sounded like heaven (ironically) to him and it would make him beyond happy, so why aren’t you agreeing with him? You would do this if Mammon asked or even if your hex classmate begged you too, so why not do it for him?? Was he not enough for you?! He knew that someone would try to steal you, and there will be hell to pay

Another thing, Levi was smart. Granted, not as book smart as Satan, but he was smart and sly. Always being stuck in his room, it gave him the chance to be stealthy since no one ever expects him to leave (unless it was for a rare appearance at RAD for student council meetings or something he was actually excited for and wouldn’t shut up about it). This gives him time for what needs to be done: collecting some “personal souvenirs” for himself and getting rid of some scum

Levi is like Mammon, many people forget that not only is he the third strongest, but he is the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy. They just don’t see him in this position of power because of his image as the shut-in otaku who fanboys over Ruri-Chan. But when he breaks out of that mentality, people should worry...

He doesn’t like to be super messy, his route is silent but quick. Doesn’t mean that it would be painless though, just quick and without much of a mess. Being an reptile/aquatic demon does have its perks, especially when it comes to using his venom

Levi, while he struggles with openly expressing his feelings, won’t have that much of an issue showing you how he feels. He may not be able to say it with words confidently, but he can definitely show you how he truly feels by never letting you go

Satan

Another one to where if he went yandere, he would be the worst to deal with

Satan, while he had a better handle on his emotions, still struggled from time to time. He is the Avatar of Wrath, and yes, you all didn’t feel like you had to walk on eggshells when conversing with him, it didn’t mean that you could just say or do anything

He still reacted in his angry ways, but it wasn’t nearly as ruthless as how it was before. For example, if you spilled something on him by accident, he’ll be just a little irritated, but after looking at your guilty expression, it would slowly drift away. He knows that you aren’t idiotic like some of his brothers , and it was you, he couldn’t stay mad at you no matter how much he tried. It would eat at him, anger turning into sadness, then clarity and understanding. And you were to thank for that

After the whole body swap fiasco, he gotten better with understanding emotions other than the usual fury that flowed through his body. And the ones that you would make him feel got him addicted, to say the least

Like Levi, he starts to understand that what he is doing can’t be right, but he doesn’t understand why. Satan, one of (if not) the smartest of the brothers, could not figure out what you were making him feel, until it finally hit him when you said the three words he desperately didn’t know that he needed to hear:

“Thank you so much, Satan! Seriously, I love you.”

This feeling became much clearer now. This...was how true love felt? Like the ones that he read so much about? This was like a dream come true then. He, a demon that born from literal wrath, was receiving genuine love. Someone loved him, and he refused to let that go.

He would occupy your time and space more, always offering to help you study for some tests or completing assignments, and even inviting you to come read with him. This was fine, it wasn’t an issue.

What was the issue was how territorial he was getting of you. Whenever someone else wanted to hang out or just be in your presence, Satan would lose his cool. It would start out slowly building with him making snarky comments out loud, saying that they were boring you and wasting your time when you could be with him. Then it would lead to him lingering around, sticking close to your side by either grasping your hand or, if he was feeling extra possessive, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist with him giving a threatening look at the offender. If none of these things were working however (Diavolo forbid if the person was ignoring him or even acting smug), he was ready to explode.

He didn’t want to scare you anymore than he already had. Satan knew that in the past that he used his reputation as the Avatar of Wrath to strike fear into people, including you when you first arrived here. But he was a new demon! He couldn’t make his anger or wrath go away, but he could control it and find new ways to release it instead of the usual rampages. And he wanted to prove to you that he wasn’t just the rage-filled demon, but a man that was more than capable of loving you

But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, let this person get off scot-free. You noticed how tense he was getting, and before you could even blink he already had them dangling by their neck. You could make out some of the things he was saying, “How dare you think you can take MC away from me?! I won’t hesitate to end your pathetic existence if you so much as glance at them-”. He could feel you tugging at him, pleading at him to please calm down and that you could both just leave-

Well, why didn’t you say so earlier MC? All of this could have been avoided if you were just with him this entire time instead of this filth. As long as you kept giving him this euphoric feeling and have him feeling like he’s on Cloud 9, then everything will be fine. A non-rampaging Satan is a happy Satan, and a happy Satan is good for you and everyone around. Just stay in his presence, just give him love, and everything will be peaceful.

Satan is not a merciful demon, and when he acts on his wrath it gets very gruesome. If you want people to keep their body parts attached and not scattered across the Devildom (and not find their bloody heart at your door since they wanted you to have it so much), then don’t stray away from him. When Satan is with you, he feels content with everything, and he doesn’t want that to change. He wants you to be happy with him like he is with you, and he won’t let anyone get in the way of that

You were the beauty to his beast, and he was going to get his happy ever after, even if he had to tear through and rip apart every single person in the way, one by one

Asmodeus

Getting the Avatar of Lust to fall in love with you is a feat that was rarely (if not ever) obtained. It was both a blessing and a curse

A blessing to where you got the treasured fifth born to show you just how much he appreciates you for you, and only wanted your eyes set on him. A curse to where he only wanted your attention, and was furious if your eyes wandered off him for a millisecond.

You knew how Asmo was, he lived for the attention, the spotlight on him and only him, with people announcing their undying love and affection just for him. But there was a glaring problem with this

Asmo wanted you announcing your undying love and affection just for him. He loved his fans, but he didn’t love them like he loved you, and that was a problem for him. You made him fall in love with you, so it’s only fair that you deal with it, right? It’s only fair to love him as much as he did you right? Really, you were the one that was suppose to be madly in love with him, not the other way around

It doesn’t matter what you answered, loving him was the only choice that you had. Your head should be filled with thoughts of Asmo, your attention only set on him, your pretty lips only speaking praises and “I love you” just for him, you should dedicated to Asmo and only Asmo

What did you do to make him fall so hard for you? He’s no stranger to having flings and the feeling of love in general. In the past, he’s convinced himself that he was in love with certain people, but it would never last, the “love” that he felt fleeting. So for you to make him feel this emotion, to feel this true love for so long and it not leave him yet frightened him so much. He wanted you to need him, to feel like he’s your very reason to breath, to live.

And he hated it when other people took your attention away

Asmo definitely wasn’t the one to be messy (he still has to look his best and some pieces of trash was not about to change that), so he lets his charm do the job, literally. Who could deny his request when he tells them that they should just leave MC alone forever, and that maybe they should go pay Cerberus a visit if they’re so desperate for some attention.

All in all, Asmo is borderline delusional that loving him is by giving him your attention, always and forever. He loves you, and the bare minimum that you’ve been giving him (in his eyes) isn’t enough anymore. He deserves your love and affection at all times, even if it means that he would be the only person in your life, then that was even better. Your love was only fitted for perfection, and he was perfection, no one else

Beelzebub

Okay, so Beel is already the nicest brother out of the bunch, so I think he would be the least concerning yandere to worry about

He’s already soft when it comes to you and his family, and he’s protective of you

He’s very, very protective of you

Beel, although he’s among the youngest, is one of the strongest physically. He’s muscular and the tallest out of the family. He doesn’t even need to open his mouth to threaten anyone, he can just stand there and stare menacingly in the background, and whoever was there would run for the hills

He’s always around you, which isn’t a bad thing. All he does is eat (which he offered to share and even feed to you), make small talk, and walk with you to wherever you needed to go. Besides, to you Beel is a big cuddly teddy bear (just with really sharp teeth). He wouldn’t hurt anyone without reason. As long as no one was trying to take you away or hurt you, then everything was fine.

He is willing to share you, but only with Belphie. He’s used to sharing with his twin, and he loved the both of you too much to be completely selfish with you. Plus, he knew that Belphie loved you too. This was the perfect reality for him: having you, his twin, and food. It makes him and Belphie happy, and they’ll make you happy along with keeping you safe

Now, if someone did have the courage to try anything with you, Beel would have no problems eliminating the issue. He’s a nice guy, but he won’t tolerate anything if it deals with his family. He’ll be conscious enough to where he won’t handle it in front of you, if anything he won’t even leave a trace. He’s the Avatar of Gluttony after all, he always has an appetite.

Beel is a very understanding, but also very wary, guy. After the Fall and losing his baby sister Lilith and having Belphie taken too, he’s terrified that something can and is bound to happen to you again. He will be ready this time, he won’t take anything else as an answer. You’ll still have your freedom, and you can still hang around some of your friends (at least for now), but just know that Beel will always be around. He’ll be like your second shadow, and always on the go. He loves you, and he refuses to lose anyone else that he loves.

Belphegor

This man was already yandere, let’s be real

After the whole situation happened and he was given a second chance to build a real relationship with you, he wasn’t going to screw it up. Believe it or not, despite his laziness, he was going to try his hardest to create a genuine bond with you. Actions speak louder than words after all, and he wanted to show you how much he’s changed. He was indebted to you, you gave him the chance to be with Beel again, and to get out of that cursed attic (even though he did kill you afterwards and was playing you like a fool)

Very possessive and very selfish. If he had to share, it would only be with his twin obviously. No one else was going to have you, and he would make sure that was a fact. After all, all he needed was you and Beel, no one else

Also like Levi, very manipulative. He doesn’t want to be that way, but if it keeps you by his side and no one else’s then oh well, he’ll get over it. If it has to be done, it has to be done

You don’t need to go to that party with Asmo, it’s time for your nightly cuddle sessions. Don’t go with that idiot Mammon, he wants his cuddles now. Why are you going with Diavolo and Lucifer? Are you forgetting what they did to him, what his dear older brother did to him to save face? See what you did, you made him sad, maybe if you take a nap with him and forget about everyone else he’ll start to feel a little bit better...

He’s lazy, but don’t take his laziness for weakness. If someone is really starting to become a bother, he’ll happily eradicate the threat. He’ll leave the body behind too, he wouldn’t feel like cleaning up. Plus, he would be proud of his work. Many people think that just because his sin is Sloth is that he’s a puny demon, but they also forget that he’s one of the most powerful demons to even grace Hell. And like Satan, he’s not very merciful. He won’t be as savage and bloodthirsty like him, but he’ll make sure that the problem goes in an agonizing way.

MC, just know that Belphie loves you for you, and not because of the Lilith revelation. His words may not come across like he does, but what he doesn’t say with his words, he makes up for in action. I mean, you don’t have to worry about other demons being a pain because he’ll make sure that they’ll go away, and plus you can just stay in their room! Studies show that sleeping next to someone you love is super healthy and helps you sleep better in general, and who else is better for the job than him?

He’s going to prove to you that he really loves you, he’s not going to make any more mistakes, and he’s not going to have any more regrets when it comes to you, he’s going to make sure of that. No one is going to get in the way of the ideal dream: just you, him, and Beel. Not random demons, not the other exchange students, not even Diavolo. No one was getting in the way, no one.

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larathia · 2 years

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Seven Wonders? ....Maaaybe....

So I’ve been thinking about the Seven Wonders as ‘pillars of the school’. We recently learned that all of them are meant to maintain order at the school, and prevent supernaturals from causing trouble there. And that they normally DO, and so well that Teru and other exorcist kids don’t really have to work while they’re at school and can focus on their classes.

But...Hanako does not fit. Here, lemme show you.

One: The Clock Keepers Realm: Time

They can rewind any event so that it’s never happened. They can undo and redo cause and effect. This means that they can clean up any crime scene, and also that they can grant second chances.

Two: The Misaki Stairs Realm: Space, Connection

You can get anywhere from the Misaki Stairs – including realms which would otherwise be locked to you. This looks like a security measure; it comes in handy if an evil or corrupted supernatural is using a Boundary to harm students and is trying to keep the authorities out. This is really important since we know there are a lot of Boundaries that don’t have ‘masters’.

Three: The Hell of Mirrors Realm: Surveillance, Punishment

The Mirrors allow the Wonder to see anything that’s ever happened in the school, at any time. This allows the Wonder to see circumstances, although probably not intent. The Wonder can serve as an evidence-gatherer and a witness.

The Boundary also serves to punish those trapped in it who have guilty consciences, as it reflects whatever they don’t want to face back at them.

Four: The Paintings of Shijima Realm: Heaven, Imprisonment

The Picture Perfect realm is probably the most benevolent place you could be trapped in; a world where everyone likes you and everything goes your way. But you can’t leave, and eventually you just forget whatever life you had before. This is essentially the perfect prison – a prison that once completed, you can’t escape, and moreover one that you don’t even want to try to escape after a while. A perfect spot to drop those who maybe don’t deserve punishment, but do need to be kept out of the way.

Five: The Four-o-clock Library Realm: Records, Intent

Five’s powers work hand in glove with Three’s; where the Hell of Mirrors can show you what happened, and when, and who was involved, the books in the Library can tell you why they’re doing what they’re doing, what the intended result was, and if it worked.

All kinda useful things if you’re going to put someone on trial for some misdeed.

Six: [Unknown] Realm: Life and Death

Six is kind of the gatekeeper for the Boundaries. He’s also the final brake on the system going out of control. If Six takes action, the action that he takes shuts down any need for the other five Wonders to do anything at all for several years.

His power is both life and death, however. Which means that if students are dying as a result of whatever throws the Wonders out of whack, he has the power to undo that. And execute the perpetrator.

Seven: Hanako Realm: ...Internal Affairs? Maybe?

This is why I think Hanako is out of place. All the other Wonders seem to have roles which can be used to maintain order at the school when they interlink properly. But Hanako’s power of granting wishes to the living is more likely to disrupt the school than maintain order in it.

Among the supernaturals, Hanako’s the cop – the one charged with unseating Wonders that don’t do their jobs. Which he does seem to be halfway decent at doing, but also seems like a job that was...added on? Maybe not generally necessary?

He’s STRONG, certainly. He carves up supernaturals directly, without hesitation. But his role might be self-appointed; something he does because he needs to do SOMETHING, not because what he does is truly needed.

His role doesn’t fit, basically, and I think there’s probably a lot more to it than has been revealed thus far.

#toilet bound hanako kun

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morosemagick · 3 years

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On Your Lips, Like a Prayer | Sihtric x Reader One Shot

Warning: References to Suicide, Minor Character Death

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You remember falling.

Through the sky. Into a river. Drowning. They could’ve been dreams or your imagination or may you’re hell because when you wake up you don’t recognize the place you’ve found yourself in. The first thing you try to do when you wake is reach for your phone... until you remember you didn’t have it. What you had done, you had done with nothing on you. You didn’t want to be found or recognized. The plan was to scrub yourself from the pages of history. Yet from what you are told by the man and his daughter; who found you in the river half dead, it seems you did the far opposite.

Instead of erasing yourself from history, you’ve fallen through it.

And that was six months ago.

They believe you to have amnesia from the accident, but you remember every detail of what happened. It’s the ninth century from what you gathered. From what you remember from taking history in school, King Alfred the Great is the King of Wessex, but you are in Mercia. Who is ruled by Lord Ceowolf? You’re unsure. Everything you’ve known is gone or rather has yet to be. You have no idea how you’ve gotten here and you want out. So in a moment of foolishness, you try to redo what you did to send yourself back but instead you wind up stuck in their beds again for a month with a broken leg. It’s hard to run after you do that, and now you know without a doubt in your mind that you’re stuck. You cry about it for weeks, and the family who found you doesn’t understand why. You can’t tell anyone, because you’re certain they’ll set you on fire if you tell them.

Because you… you are from the future.

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You’ve been here for a year now. Osmund and his daughter, Mildryd, are kind and loving people. They treat you like family, with love and respect. This place becomes your home and they teach you all the skills you’d need to survive these times. You learned about farming, rank etiquette, and all other manners you would need to blend into your surroundings. Soon enough, you embraced this world as your own. Not that you had a choice because every day it became more clear that this was not a dream and you were indeed stuck here.

Also, you had no desire to repeat what you did to get here in the first place… again.

“Lynne? Lynne, where are you?” You can hear Osmund call out to you. Lynne was what they called you here. It meant waterfall, from what you understood.

Which made sense, because that’s where they found you... At the bottom of a waterfall.

You come out from the stables, where you’ve just finished brushing the horses with a smile on your face, “Right here, Osmund. Everything alright?”

“I sent Mildryd into town to get grain but I didn’t realize she didn’t bring water in for the goats,” He tells you as he wipes the sweat from his face with a rag, “I hate to pass on her chores, but you know my daughter-”

“She’ll be flirting with the trader for a while,” You chuckle. Mildryd fancied the boy a lot and hopes he’d ask her father for her hand in marriage soon. She was young and full of life, the opposite of you if you were honest with yourself. You envied her spirit, “I’ll go to the river.”

“Thank you, Lynne,” The older man smiled, “You’re an angel.”

You only smile as a response. They show you so much love and part of you feels like you don't deserve it. Still, you grab your bucks and head down to the river, which is quite a walk away, to fetch some water as requested. It's beautiful here, and perhaps taking a moment to stand there and admire its beauty will be one of the moments you will grow to regret for the rest of your life because by the time you turn back to return to the farm you can see smoke.

You drop both buckets to the ground and run as fast as your post-broken leg body can take you, but you're too late.

A sob breaks from your lips as you walk through the ruins of Osmund's home. His body lays blood and lifeless on the floor, the sword he carries still in its sheath. You take the weapon from him, belt and all, and tie it around your waist. Leaving the house, you head into the rest of the small village you call yours in search of the man's daughter.

The rest of the village is no better than Osmund's home. Everyone is dead, from what you can tell, and your expectations for finding Mildryd are lowering by the second.

When you find her, she's holding on to her final breath, and her body covered by the trader she loved so much.

"Mildryd," You call to her with tears in her eyes, "Mildryd… who did this to you?"

"It… it was the Danes," She coughs and blood comes up, tears flowing down her cheeks, "Is.. my father-"

She dies before she can finish the sentence, and you sob over her dead body.

The time you get to mourn is cut short by a voice calling out from behind you, “Lord! A survivor!”

From the accent in his voice, you can tell he must be a Dane, and you ready yourself to face with your hand on the hilt of your sword. It’s heavy, and you haven’t had much practice but the one thing you have plenty of right now is rage. Rising to your feet, you pull out your sword and swing it without care as you turn around but the Dane behind you is quicker. He bobs and weaves his upper half to avoid your aimless swings and pulls out a blade of his own.

It does not take him long to disarm you, your sword dropping to the ground with a clang.

“Just kill me already,” You tell him as you lower your eyes to the ground, trying not to cry in front of him, “Please! Get on with it-”

“I don’t desire to kill you, Lady,” The Dane tells you, his voice softer than anticipated, and you open your eyes to see him put his sword away. He picks up your sword, and then lends out a hand to help you to your feet, “I am sorry to have startled you.”

You are hesitant to take his hand, but you do so anyway.

It’s his eyes; one blue and the other brown, they are mesmerizing and all but command you to trust him.

“Sihtric?” Another man calls out to him, this one also dressed like a Dane but something about him looks Saxon… like the others you’ve grown to know, “Who is this?”

The one you trust, Sihtric, turns to face you and they stare for a moment as they await your name, “I am-” You almost use your real name, but you stop yourself and continue again. Hoping they don’t notice, “I am Lynne, Lord.”

“This is your village?” He asks you.

“Was,” You replied looking back at Mildryd’s dead body behind you, “They killed my family…”

“Did you see the raiders who attacked this place?” The man asked and you shook your head no.

“My… my sister, she told me it was the Danes,” You glance between the two men, watching for their reactions, “That was all she said before she died.”

“Lord?” Another voice calls out, this one with an Irish accent, and from the side, another man appears followed by one much taller than he is, “There is no one else. If they had survivors, they must have taken them.”

The Lord sighs, and puts away his weapon, “Do you have somewhere to go, Lynne? Family somewhere else in Mercia, perhaps?”

You look between the men who surround you and shake your head no, “This was my only family, Lord. I have no one.”

“We can take her with us to Coccham, Uhtred,” The Irishman starts to say, but you are quick to jump in.

“I am not a slave!” You snap as you reach for your sword, forgetting you no longer have it.

“Nor do we wish you to be, Lady,” The one named Uhtred replies, “You will be safe in Coccham, should you choose to follow us. I am the Ealdorman there, we shall find someone to take you in.”

You nod okay, knowing you don’t have any other choice, “Thank you.”

Uhtred and his men start to walk away, and when you step to follow them your bad leg gives in and you start to fall. Luckily, Sihtric is there to catch you.

“Are you hurt, Lady?” He asks you as you wince.

He helps you straighten yourself upright, and you take a deep breath, “I broke it, six months ago,” You explain to Sihtric as he tries to help you walk, “It still feels weak some days. Just… give me a moment.”

“Should I carry you?” He asks and you blush as you furiously shake your head no.

“No, no,” You chuckle shyly as you attempt to walk again, “I can walk. I just need to go slow.”

Sihtric smiles lightly, and it brings you peace, “We’ll go your speed then.”

You nod okay, and together you walk slowly out of the village that was once your home.

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Lord Uhtred finds you work as a stable hand in Coccham. The owners of the stable is an older couple whose children have moved away with their own families, and they are more than pleased to let you stay with them. After a few months of being in Coccham, you find yourself growing to like the place. It’s a booming town, and the people who live here all seem to be grateful for their half Dane half Saxon Lord for keeping them safe and prospering. About six months into living here, Lord Uhtred puts you personally in charge of his horse, as well as the horses of the rest of his men. The old couple tells you it’s a privilege for the Ealdorman to hold you in such regard.

You wonder why they seem to like you so much.

When you aren’t working you find yourself in the company of Lord Uthred’s men. There is Finan, his cheeky, Irish right-hand man. He’s a flirt and a tease, but you find him harmless and kind. Then their Clapa, the large bear-like Dane. He’s quiet but courteous. Last, but certainly not least, there is Sihtric. You never expected to like him as much as you do, but he makes you laugh and smile and feel like maybe you survived that fall for a reason. He visits you frequently at the stables and he tells you it’s to make sure you aren’t overworking your leg.

Part of you wonders if there is an ulterior motive for his visits.

Not that he needs one to visit you. You enjoy Sihtric’s visits probably much more than he did. So part of you finds it ironic when those around you weren’t fond of you spending so much time with a Dane. Their Lord was a Dane, too, after all.

“That Dane boy,” The stable owner, Cedric, started to say one day, “Does he bother you?”

You glance his way as you brush Lord Uhtred’s horse, readying all his warriors’ horses for their departure, “Not at all,” You tell Cedric, “Sihtric is kind.”

“You are of marriage age, Lynne,” Cedric tells you as he brings over a saddle for the horse, “Perhaps we should help find you a husband. I know some young eligible men. Hard workers,” he starts to say, and you know what’s about to come out of his mouth next before he can even say it, “Good Christians.”

“I’m not looking for a husband,” You tell him with frustration as you take the saddle from his hands and place it on top of Uhtred’s horse.

“My wife and I are only getting older, Lynne,” The old man tells you, and you keep your eyes away to prevent yourself from making a face, “It is not good for a Lady of your age to be unwed. This is your prime. You should be having children, starting a family.”

Part of you is ready to tell the old man off, but before you can say anything a familiar voice interrupts the conversation, “Cedric, Lynne! How are our horses?”

“Lord Uhtred,” Cedric smiles, and you can’t help but hate how hypocritical he is, “They are almost ready, Lynne ready the other saddles please.”

You nod at the two men and make yourself scarce as you go to prep the other horse. Your first stop is to Finan’s horse; because you know the mare can be fickle some days, and as you reach down to pick her saddle, you don’t see Finan and Sihtric sneak up behind you.

“Lynne!” Finan all but shouts, giving you a fright and making you drop the saddle to the floor.

“I swear to God, Finan, one would think you are the heathen and not Sihtric,” You scold with your hand over your heart as the two men laugh.

“We are only teasing, Lynne, I swear,” Finan tells you as he picks up the saddle you’ve dropped.

Sihtric leans up against a post and nudges you with his elbow, “Cedric does not push you too much, does he?”

“No, he does not,” You tell Sihtric as you go to ready his horse, but he stops you, carefully taking the saddle from your hands, “I do not need your help, Sihtric.”

“I want to help,” He tells you with a smile, and you can’t help but smile wider.

“She says she doesn’t need your help, Sihtric,” Finan teases from close by, and you both blush, momentarily forgetting he was there, “Hate to ruin the moment, but we need to get goin’.”

“Where are you riding for?” You ask them as you stand back and let the men finish readying their own horses.

“Mercia,” Sihtric tells you and a small part of you feels anxious, “Dane’s have taken Lundene."

“And King Alfred has decided he does need Uhtred, after all,” Finan chuckles and Sihtric smirks, but both of their calm demeanors don’t make you feel any better, “Don’t you worry, Lynne, we’ll be home before you know it.”

Finan passes by, rubbing your shoulder as he goes, and then leaves you alone with Sihtric. You sigh, folding your arms over your chest, “Be careful out there, okay?”

Sihtric chuckles as he takes a step closer to you, “Will you pray to your God for my return?”

“You know I don’t pray,” You lie with a smirk. You pray every single time Uhtred and his warriors leave, and you do so every night till they return. Reaching into your pocket, you pull out a thin gold cross on a blue, beaded string. It’s the only thing you own, from before, and you hand it to Sihtric with a weak smile on your face, “But just in case.”

He takes it from your hand so slow, the feeling of his fingertips lingering even after they are gone, “I will take good care of it.” Sihtric pulls you closer by the back of your head and kisses your temple as he moves around you.

Your cheeks stay a rosy color even long after he is gone.

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They are back sooner than expected.

Or at least, that is what you hear when the crowd gathers to greet their returning warriors. You overhear the Lady of Coccham, Uhtred’s wife Gisela, make mention of returning too quickly for men holding a city under siege. Lord Uhtred is the first to walk through Coccham’s gates, looking surprisingly clean for a man coming from war, then Finan comes in close behind him… and then-

Wait.

You feel your heart pick up its pace when you realize Sihtric is not with them and for a moment you find it hard to breathe. As the crowd lets its lord through, and Uhtred and his men reach the stables, you rush over as fast as your legs can take you to meet them. You feel your bad leg ready to give up as you reach the stables, but this time Finan is there to catch you.

“Slow down, Lynne, you nearly killed yourself,” Finan tells you as he holds you steady with one hand.

“Where...,” You start speaking but you can't, instead you’re huffing and puffing trying to catch your breath, “Where is Sihtric?”

Finan sighs, wiping at his mouth with his free hand, “You’re not gonna be happy, Lynne.”

You try really hard not to cry as he explains to you what has happened at Lundene and how the King’s daughter has been possibly taken as prisoner. In fact, you do relatively well at holding it all in and keeping yourself together for most of his explanation. That is… until he gets to the part where Lord Uhtred has sent Sihtric and another warrior named Rypere to Beamfleot to spy, and you suddenly forget how to breathe again. You go to reach for your cross in your pocket until you remember you’ve given it to Sihtric for good luck and almost immediately you begin to cry.

“Lynne,” Finan puts his hand on your shoulder as you sob, covering your face with your hands, “Lynne, he’s coming home… okay? Sihtric is good at what he does. The best spy we have, and I know he’s got a good reason to come home in one piece.”

You shake your head okay, and furiously wipe away all your tears away the best you can, “How long do you think he’ll be gone?”

“I cannot say for certain,” Finan shrugs, “But he is coming home, I promise.”

Finan’s words only give you some reassurance and you spend the next few days feeling absolutely miserable. You continue on with your workdays with the best fake smile you can muster, and at night you find yourself at Church. Usually, you pray in your room, partially because you feel like you aren’t really doing it right and you feel too embarrassed to pray in public. You weren’t a very religious person before, but now that you are here in this church, you pray to every God you can think of that Sihtric comes home safely.

“Lady?” A voice from behind you calls, and you jump to your feet in a moment of fear. You weren’t expecting anyone else to come to the Church that night, coming late enough in the night to certainly be alone for as long as you wish, “I am sorry, I did not mean to startle you.”

His words remind you of the first time you met Sihtric, and you can't help but smile.

“It’s okay, I’ve just been… jumpy, lately.” You tell him as you sit back down on the bench, “I haven’t lived in Coccham for long, but I know I don’t recognize your face.”

“Ah, yes,” His smile is kind as he joins you at the bench, “I am Osferth, Lady. May I join you?”

“Of course, Osferth,” You smile back the best you can, but you’re tired and it’s late so it’s hard to put on your usual fake face.

Osferth takes his seat next to you, making sure not to get too close, and keeps his eyes on the altar ahead of you, “What are we praying for?” He asks, glancing your way.

“My-” You paused, not knowing what to call him. Your friend didn’t sound like a good enough way to explain what he meant to you, and you definitely didn’t think of him as a brother. So you go with this, “My family. Someone very important to me has been sent away on a dangerous mission for Lord Uhtred.”

"If he is a warrior for Lord Uhtred, he must be very brave," he tells you, reassuringly

"Only a special kind of warrior is lucky enough to serve a Lord like Uhtred," You agree with him, "And I have been told Sihtric is good at what he does, but I can't help but worry."

"Has prayer helped?" Osferth asks you and you look his way with a chuckle.

"Not at all," You tell him, and you both laugh.

"Sometimes it is hard to have faith in something we don't see," Osferth tells you as he looks forward again, "I try to put my faith in people. Lord Uhtred is a good warrior. So are his men. Having Faith in them… it's much easier."

So that's what you. You put your Faith in Uhtred and all of his men that will do whatever it takes to bring each other home.

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More time has passed.

Rypere eventually returned to Coccham, and with his arrival, Uhtred and his men rode for Winchester to bring his findings to the King. You hear that men are sent to Beamfleot to bargain for the Princesses return. They are gone for a long time, longer than you anticipated. The days that pass make you increasingly more anxious.

You don't want to say your faith in Uhtred and his warriors is wavering but… it hasn't been as strong as you hoped it to be.

Cedric and his wife have been pushing the marriage thing. They aren't your parents so they can't just sell you off, luckily for you, but it's gotten annoying just how many single men they've tried to introduce you to in the last month.

None of them are Sihtric, so you do not care.

You're in the Church again one night, and you've been there longer than you wanted due to your bad leg. It's been aching something fierce in the past few days, and you think maybe you have been overwhelming yourself. You can't help but smile at the idea of Sihtric yelling at you to take it easy, and just as quickly as the memory comes to you so do the tears that start to cloud your eyes.

"You lied to me, Lynne," That familiar voice you've been hearing in your head speaks out loud, and you gasp when you turn around to find Sihtric standing behind you, "You said you do not pray for me."

You chuckle as the tears fall from your face and your lips curl up into a smile, "You're all I pray for." It stings to stand, but you push through the pain anyway and rush to greet him.

Sihtric catches you as you jump into his arms, and the two of you stumble back until he falls to the floor with you in his arms, "You need to be more careful," He smirks as he moves a hand to your cheek, "What would the people say if they see us in the church like this?"

"To hell with people," You laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. Sihtrics' free hand pulls your body closer as you sit there on the floor of the church, all but devouring each other with each kiss.

"Let me carry you home," Sihtric tells you when he breaks the kiss, and you nod okay. He moves to stand, taking you in his arms as he rises. Making sure to be careful with your bed leg.

Being like this makes you feel so safe. So loved.

You giggle and kiss his neck as he carries you back to his house, and whispers things in your ear that send shivers down your spine all the way back to his house. Your sure people saw him carry you, and they are more than likely to gossip about you but you don't care.

You've never felt more alive than you do right now.

Sihtric lays you carefully in his bed, his lips reconnecting with yours as he hovers above you. He tastes sweet and your heart is racing in anticipation of what is going to happen next.

That is until you hear him moan out that name.

"Lynne," He starts to say as he breaks the kiss, "Lynne, I-"

"Wait!" You cut Sihtric off with a finger to his lips, "Before you say it, there is something else I've been lying about," Sihtric raises a brow and you take a deep breath, "My name is not Lynne."

You expect a poor reaction, but instead, Sihtric smirks, "That doesn't surprise me."

"Really?"

"Yes," He tells you as he places a kiss on your lips, "The day we met, you stuttered when you told Uhtred your name." You chuckle at the fact that he remembers that, and his smile is soft, "So tell me, what is the real name of the woman who has stolen my heart?"

Your smile is wide when you get to finally speak your real name out loud for the first time in almost two years, "My name is Y/N."

Sihtric smiles, leaning in to kiss you again, "Well, Y/N," another kiss, and then another, "It is nice to truly meet you," one more kiss, and then he leans up a bit and you can see the smirk on his face, "Is it too soon to say that I love you?"

You shake your head no as the tears come back to you, "Not at all."

"Good," Sihtric replies as he leans his forehead against yours, "I love you, Y/N."

Sihtric whispers those words for what feels like a hundred times that night. He whispers it as he strips you out of your clothes and as you remove his. It comes out as a moan when he slips himself inside of you, and it sounds like a prayer on his lips as he chants it in your ear as you reach your climax with your back arched and his lips on your neck. And it's the last thing you hear when Sihtric reminds you one more time before bed.

A few months later on the two year anniversary of you finding yourself here, on this page of history, Sihtric tells you he loves you again when the two of you return to the place where Osmund and Mildryd found you, and you tell him all about what brought you to this world. You can't help but feel this is where you were meant to be when Sihtric tells you he prayed for you, too.

For someone who could love him, more than he could himself.

It seems… you were exactly what the other was looking for.

#sihtric x reader #sihtric #the last kingdom #sihtric kjartansson #fanfiction #fanfic #mcloveproductions #tlk sihtric #tlk

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blush-and-books · 3 years

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i see you in the daytime (and i hear you at night)

collaboration with the magnificent @lydias--stiles - and when i say collaboration i mean collaboration. we both fully wrote parts of this.

angsty/emotional juke one shot based off of the song “amen” by amber run. get your tissues. we have no regrets

"Jules!" he screams. "I don't care that I'm dead! I'm with you!"

Tears pour down her face.

"You should care! You shouldn't- you should want to cross over, Luke."

"Julie, its- it's going to be fine. We'll figure out a way to not cross over, we'll stay-"

"No!" Her voice rattles with sobs - she just doesn't want to be here anymore. She hates this situation. She hates the universe for doing this to her, to them, to everyone. "No, Luke, you have to cross over. I cant hold you back from that."

"But I want to be here. With you."

She doesn't mean to say it out loud when she thinks it. It’s not one of those thoughts designed to be vocalized - it pops in, gets scolded and cowers away. But not now. She’s not strong enough. "Sometimes I think it'd be easier if I was dead," she whimpers. "At least then I'd be with you."

Luke falls silent in horror, jaw slack and eyes like saucers. The words are like a sledgehammer to a mirror, shattering the perfect illusion they've created for two years straight. It’s true. Sometimes, late at night, when nothing can distract her, Julie wonders if it isn't just better if she dies and becomes a ghost. Then they can truly be together. Sure, it is tragically bitter and not ideal, but... Julie is tired. Exhausted. Every time he accidentally phases through, every time she has her birthday, every time she notices how his face hasn't changed since the moment she met him… she’s tired of the perpetual ache.

Alex and Reggie both have felt the tug to cross over. They can't describe it. It’s simply time to go. Julie understands. It hurts, but she's been emotionally prepared for them to leave since their first performance in The Orpheum. Here’s the stinger though: they all have to feel ready to cross over. And Luke? He’s resisting that tug. According to Alex, it doesn’t hurt like Caleb's stamps, but it isn't pleasant either. Which means that Julie was hurting them for loving Luke.

"Julie...", he whispers, shaking his head. "Don't say that."

"So, you can say you don't care that you're dead, but I can't say I wish I was there with you?" She seethes, crossing the dangerous distance between them. Face to face, the green of his eyes begs to keep the little space left. Both know that it’ll be game over if they kiss, and then they'll have to start all over again.

He averts his gaze. "Jules... you weren't the idiot eating a bad hot dog. You deserve to live a life full of... of everything."

She scoffs. "So... what? You'll just roam the earth? Pining for me? We're not- we don't have to pretend about how we feel anymore, Luke." Tightly grabbing his hands, she urges: "Cross over - please. Don't be selfish."

He freezes. "You want me gone?"

The tears cling to her cheeks, lower lip wobbling. "No... no, I don't. I love you. But I can't hurt Alex and Reggie like that."

"Then let them cross over!" He begs her, taking a step back with the hope that he can prevent them from doing something they’ll regret. "Let me stay! With you!"

Frustration spouts from her throat. "They can’t! You died together, you cross over together! And we're holding them back." Her arms cross. "Let me go, Luke. Please."

"You're not doing anything," Luke hisses, pointing an accusatory finger. "Me and the guys have talked about this. This is us. Not you. Don’t you dare put that kind of blame on yourself."

"Then let me go," she whispers. She doesn’t want to fight anymore. They've fought for weeks. "Let me go. Please. You and the boys deserve to have peace... whatever that is. Because this-" Her hands motions at the charged energy. "-is not peace."

The last thing that Luke has ever wanted to do, is leave Julie Molina. Anyone could see that. But to avoid her self destruction and the pain of his friends - he may have to break their hearts.

He'll let her go.

But he won’t be at peace until he does one last thing.

"You're right," he says, defeated. It almost looks like tears are in his eyes. "This isn’t peace." Pain flashes across her face as she watches him cross the garage over to her, jaw clenched and eyes dark.

"Luke-"

Furiously, he winds a hand around her neck and tugs her into him. Julie whimpers into the kiss, his fingers digging into her neck and hers gripping his hair, to the point that they're hurting each other, but both need to feel. Both need the other close. She loves him. She is so in love with him.

If she can, she’ll scream at the universe and ask for a redo. It isn't fair. They belong together and everyone knows it. He shakes his head, mumbling against her lips: "I'll never stop loving you though."

"Luke-" she chokes.

"I'm doing what's best..." His lips curls into a grimace. Her heart aches at the sight, wishing her kisses are a solace and not the venom finalizing the pain. "-but I'll never stop loving you."

Pressing herself into his body, she kisses him harder. She can’t say it back - as she means it - because it’ll only make everything harder.

He knows she won’t say it back. But what kind of guy was he be if he leaves her without telling her? It would be another thing on his long list of regrets.

Maybe, if he has a pen and paper on the other side, ‘Unsaid Emily’ will get a sequel.

But he doesn't want to think about that right now. Julie is pressing herself against him, closer and closer even though he’s sure they ran out of space the second their teeth clashed at the first touch of their lips. He pulls her hips towards his, ignoring the way that the tears on their cheeks are blending and brushing against one another - and almost wishes that if he has to cross over, he will do it now.

He wants his final moments to be exactly, exactly like this. He doesn't want to feel anything else before he loses her forever.

Her head drops to his chest, hands slipping to feel the heat of his skin and kissing his shirt, right where his heart is supposed to be. The final blow is hers to serve. "Goodbye, Luke." A tragic puff leaves her. "See you in seventy years."

As humorous as it sounds - she says it heartbroken.

His lip twitches, coiling a curl around his finger. "I'll be waiting."

And then they wait.

Slowly, his skin turns luminescent. Soft, glowing. Not as solid and firm as before. They don’t move. Their eyes are fixed on each other, even when the green turns a lack-luster grey and his hair transparent. The grip on her hair falls away. She feels her fingers sink further into his skin until her hands meet. Only his eyes remain, unwavering.

And then they shut.

It’s only after she was confident that all that remained between her fingers was air and memories, that she allowed herself to admit it. It's barely a gasp when she says it; too busy trying to take in the space that once made up Luke's form and press it into her lungs in case any part of him wanted to stay.

"I’ll never stop loving you, either.”

A week later, in music class, she sings it.

Like when she sang ‘Wake Up’ for the first time, it's just her and the piano. Her class watches with dread, but she doesn't care. This was the only song she could think to sing after shutting down for a week. Her voice carries through the halls as she belts every note, feeling those atoms of Luke propel from her lungs the energy that he would want her to have.

The last verse, the last line, makes her voice break. She already knows her face is dripping with tears - if the splashing piano keys were any indication - but she can’t wipe them away.

"Sometimes I'd rather be dead, at least then I'm with you," she all but screams, followed with tearful “amens” that she repeats and repeats hoping that the boys can hear her. Yelling out for them. Cursing the world for taking them; tearing her vocal chords with one last prayer that she’ll see them again.

She wishes she was there.

Reminiscent of the day that she met the boys, she runs out of the classroom.

Flynn follows her out.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #juke #julie molina #luke patterson #juke fanfic #jatp fanfic #jukebox #juke angst

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Aeipathy: Chapter One

Disclaimer: i don’t (unfortunately) own Marvel or any of their characters, plot points, etc. so all right are to them and their our overlord Disney

AN: i had so much fun with this and i CANNOT wait for this next chapter hehehe

Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Location: Classified Year: 2012

“Do you mind explaining why we’re here?”

“I’ve got something for ya.”

“...what is it?”

“Oh relax, Cap, think of it as a… housewarming present… What? Was… was that too soon?”

“I’m pretty sure fifteen minutes is too soon, Tony.”

“There’s no need for hyperboles, Cap- you’ve been defrosted for a year now.”

“Tony…”

“Fine. My humblest apologies, Your Righteousness.”

“...what even is it? And why are we in this basement?”

“It’s not a baseme- did you even see the amount of security we had to go through to get here?”

“Yeah- which is why I’m asking. Why are we in a basement after all the security we had to go through?”

“I thought you might want to see…”

“See what?”

“...her.”

“...__________?”

Location: Brooklyn, New York Year: 1943

Those two yucks are gonna make me be late again. My eyes dart from the pan of cracking bacon to the busted-up clock on the stained wall. Seven minutes ‘till eight- and the clinic’s ten minutes away. Hopefully, if I can just slip in the back door, I’ll be okay… but even then, I’ll be risking it. No doubt that fathead Warren Lynne will chew me out but-

“Mornin’, doll!”

Much too cheerful. Much too late. My head snaps to look over my shoulder, eyes narrowing as I watch Bucky and Steve stroll into my kitchen.

Bucky smiles and plops down into a chair with a piece of toast in his mouth. “You look stunning. As usual.”

Steve shoves Bucky’s arm and sits down next to him. “Cut that out…” he mutters, fumbling with the black piece of fabric slung around his thin neck. Steve manages to tie his tie into a tangled knot. He huffs and undoes it- only to redo it in the same knot.

“You two are gonna make me late,” I mutter, taking the pan off the stove and scraping its contents onto their plates. “I can’t believe you- I’ve already gotten so many warnings, why- just why- can’t you two take care’a yourselves for a few goddamn-”

“Language.”

My eyes flick to Steve, shoulders and back taut as I stare daggers at him. He immediately pales and goes quiet, fiddling with his tie. Sighing, I toss the pan back onto the stove with a loud clang. The two boys jump in their seats as I run a hand through my hair.

“Just once, boys, please,” I mumble, tugging my hair up into a tight bun. “All I want is for you two to help out ‘round here. I don’t want to sacrifice my career, you know that-”

Bucky, chewing a large bite of toast and eggs, waves his hand and shakes his head. His voice is slightly muffled by his food. “Doll, what in God’s name are ya talkin’ about?”

I scoff. “Are you kidding? Ever since I moved here-”

Bucky waves a bitten piece of toast at me, “Doll, I know. I’m just sayin’-”

“No, Buck!” I snap, snatching my bag. “I’m tired of it! I keep draggin’ Steve out’a clinics tryin’ to enlist, I keep turnin’ your girlfriends out ‘nd away, I keep the house clean, I work at the clinic, I put myself through nursing school-”

“__________,” Steve says softly, “I think what Buck’s tryna say is that it’s Saturday.”

…

“...is it?”

Bucky nods- his eyes wide as he stares at me in fear. Slowly, he lifts his fork to his mouth and eats his eggs. His eyes never leave me, like he’s scared of me charging at him with a kitchen knife.

“You went to work yesterday,” Steve continues, “Don’t you remember?”

...I do. I had gone in early- before even the sun woke up. Doctor Nachtnebel was already there, working on something in his office. That serum for the military, I’m sure, with the way his folders were all stuffed full of papers of our handwriting.

“...I’m sorry,” I mutter, throwing myself into the last chair at my small dining table. My head collapses into my palms as I stare down at the table. “I dunno what came over me...”

“Hey,” Steve mumbles, poking my arm.

I move my head to look at the two of them. “If you wanted help, all ya had t’do was ask, Doll,” Bucky teases, a smile creeping onto his face. “You take a break. Stevie ‘nd I’ll clean up ‘nd make ya somethin’ for breakfast- how’s that sound, Doll?”

I sigh, letting my eyes run over my two boys. Steve’s tie is tangled horribly- a mess of fabric under his scrawny neck. Bucky’s hair is a mess, all rubbed back and forth and tossed around on his head like an animal had lived in it. The two of them haven’t shaved and Bucky’s shirt is on backwards.

I don’t trust them with my breakfast at all.

“Buck, she’s thinkin’ too hard,” Steve quips, “Get her back upstairs before she says no.”

I groan, “Steve, c’mon, please- I’ll be fine, don’t-”

“Sorry, Doll,” Bucky chirps, “Stevie’s right. We’ve got this handled- you go…” He trails off for a second before snapping his fingers. “Go get ready. I’m takin’ you two out. My treat.”

“Buck, I don’t have anything to wear-”

“Just go get ready, Doll,” Bucky hums, locking eyes with me as a smirk crosses his lips. “Trust me?”

I roll my eyes, “...why should I?”

“Because you owe me,” he teases as he gets up from his chair.

“It’s been thirteen years- you’re still using that excuse?”

“I’ll be usin’ it ‘till I die.”

“That could be arranged,” I mutter quietly. Bucky shoots me a glance and rolls his eyes as he throws a towel over his shoulder. He sighs as he picks up the sponge sitting at the sink. Humming to himself, he scrubs the dishes- swaying from side to side in his spot. Steve finishes his food and puts his dish in the sink before pulling out ingredients from the fridge.

My eyes naturally trail back to Bucky. He’s whistling now- some tune off the radio. He’s fixed his shirt- now loosely tucked into his slacks with the top few buttons undone. His sleeves are rolled up past his elbows. Steve shoves him to wash off the various berries he picked out from my fridge. Bucky shoves him back and the two start bickering back and forth. They continue before Bucky sighs and ruffles Steve’s hair. “Do your thing, Stevie- I’ll finish when you’re done.”

Steve touches his now-damp hair and glares at Bucky for a moment. Turning back to the dishes, I can hear him muttering promises to get him back. Bucky smirks at me as he tugs the towel off his shoulder and wipes his hands. “Ya like what ya see, Doll?” he teases, “Could be a permanent view if ya let me take ya on that date.”

I scoff and get to my feet. “Fine, I’m going, Buck,” I mutter as I stalk towards my bedroom. “If ya wanted me gone, all ya had t’do was ask.”

“Just the opposite, Doll!” He calls as I shut the door. I sigh and slump my head against the door. Bucky’s voice carries through my door. “I want ya around ‘till I’m cold in my grave!”

“Will you quit it?” Steve laughs, shaking his head. “I’m standin’ right here.”

“I’ll quit when I’m dead, Stevie!”

What a moron.

“Buck, please,” I mutter, tugging my shawl over my shoulders. “It’s freezing, where are we-”

“Just a second, Doll,” Bucky says with a smile before waving a hand over his head. “I’m over here, Rosie!”

He catches the attention of a blonde girl wearing a bright red dress.

Another girlfriend. Fantastic.

Steve’s eyes widen as he watches the girl get closer. As Bucky walks up to greet her, I start to inch backwards. They wrap their arms around each other while chattering excitedly. Another step back, a tug on the shawl over my shoulders.

Maybe I shouldn’t be here. The last one of Buck’s girls didn’t appreciate me being as close to him as I am.

Steve’s arm shoots out and grabs mine. “Stay,” he says quietly. “You can be my date.”

His eyes glisten with sympathy as his chest puffs out. Holding out his elbow, he smiles. I return the smile warmly and nod to myself. I can have just as much fun with Steve as with Bucky. “Why, I’d be delighted, Stevie.”

Bucky turns around with a bright smile. “Kids- I’d like ya t’meet Rosie. Stevie’s date for tonight.”

Rosie smiles at me. “You must be __________!” She hums, taking my hand and giving it a quick shake.

...Steve’s date?

I thought Bucky and her were...

If they’re supposed to be together tonight, then-

Steve nudges me as I stand with my mouth dangling open. A cough leaves my lips and I jump back into my skin. “It’s nice to meet you,” I say with a pleasant lilt to my voice. “This is Steve!” I add quickly, grabbing Steve and tugging him in front of me. “Real sweetheart, ya know? Hard t’find a guy as sweet as him.”

Rosie’s smile falters for only a moment before it’s back to bright and brilliant. She happily greets Steve- who is equally as happy. Blush rises in his cheeks as he glances over Rosie’s shoulder at me. My eyes widen with my smile before his attention is taken back to Rosie.

“Well, looks like the kids are gettin’ along.” Bucky whispers in my ear. I can feel him standing behind me as I watch Steve stumble over his words and Rosie’s giggling.

“I’m glad,” I whisper back, “Stevie deserves someone special.”

“So do you, Doll.”

I scoff and roll my eyes. “And I suppose you’re gonna offer to be that someone?”

“If you’d let me,” Bucky says, tilting his head back and rocking on his heels. He is… so unbelievably smackable it’s silly. That stupid smirk. Those dumb lips. That look in his eyes. “Just for tonight?” Bucky adds, offering his elbow.

I look at it and then back up at him. What game is he playing?

Is he even playing a game?

Why would he play with me? To humiliate me? That’s not Buck. Not my- our- Bucky.

Slowly, I slip my hand into the crook of his elbow. “Just for tonight.”

The movie had long since started but I’d lost the plot long ago. Steve and Rosie are in front of us- Bucky claiming he ‘wanted to make sure the kids didn’t do anything stupid’. A bucket of popcorn is at our feet with the top of the container grazing the hem of my navy blue skirt.

None of that bothers me as much as Bucky though. He sits beside me with his arm draped across the back of my seat. He leans in every once in a while to ask if he could grab the popcorn container or offer his jacket- which hangs over my body. Every exchange is so… sensual.

The way his hand lightly slides against my leg as he grabs the container.

The way his lips graze my ear as he asks if I’m enjoying myself.

The way his touch lingered for a moment as he placed his jacket over my shoulders.

I’m reading too much into this. Always overthinking.

As I place a piece of popcorn on my tongue, I try to watch the movie. The black and white images flicker back and forth- some tale of lovers, I think. A trio of friends- ironic, I think to myself- with two of them falling so desperately in love with each other but refusing to say anything.

My gaze tugs to the side as I feel someone watching me.

Buck smiles, pink dusting his cheeks, as our eyes meet. I bite down into my popcorn and laugh quietly. “It’s… it’s really good,” I tell him for the thirty-third time tonight, gesturing to the popcorn.

Bucky nods, “Only the best for you, Doll.”

My eyes turn down to the container before flicking back up to him. I try to look back to the movie but my eyes stay fixated on Bucky- who keeps looking at me. Blush rushes into my cheeks as we just keep staring at each other. Swallowing, I keep my eyes from trailing down to his lips.

“Thank you.” he says quietly.

“For what Buck?” I giggle nervously, “You’re the one that-”

“For giving me a chance.”

My eyes dart back down to my skirt as another anxious laugh leaves my lips. “You’re… you’re bein’ silly, Buck.”

“Sorry Doll,” he says gently, his fingers coming up under my chin and lifting until I’m looking back at him. “I’m just… crazy about you.”

We start to lean in and I can feel his lips graze mine-

“__________!”

There’s loud knocking at my door.

“__________, ya alright?”

It’s Steve.

“Y-yeah!” I call, throwing the blanket off of me and getting to my feet. When did I even fall asleep? I was just getting ready- wasn’t I? “Sorry! I… I must’a fallen asleep. What time is it?”

“...you’ve got an hour ‘till we leave,” Steve answers, “Ya slept for a while. You okay?”

Define ‘okay’.

“I’m fine,” I mutter, running a hand down my face. “Just tired, that’s all.”

“Well you’ve been working a lot recently,” Steve says from the other side of the door. “You must’a needed the sleep.”

“...yeah.”

Didn’t need that dream, though.

“I’ll… I’ll be right out!”

I listen as Steve shuffles down the hall- only to yell at Bucky for something. Bucky defends himself but I don’t pay it any mind. A shirt thrown over the back of one of my couches, feet up on the table; it’s always something. Steve’s always on Bucky’s head about something when they’re staying with me. Something about ‘manners’ usually.

I laugh to myself as I watch myself combing my hair in the mirror. They’ve always been like that. From the first day I met the two punks in that damned alleywall. Always bickering between the two of them. Steve pulling Bucky away from flirting with the cute vendor at the Dodger game, Bucky dragging Steve away from gawking at the Great War exhibit. And then the two of them banding together to pull me away from… everything I manage to get myself into.

Sighing, I place my brush down at the base of my mirror. I look back up at my reflection and smile. I’m beautiful. Gorgeous, even. Cocky, too, but… It doesn’t matter how I style my hair or what clothes I wear. I am beautiful. An insecurity here and there, sure- but that doesn’t take away from my beauty. It makes me unique. Not a paper doll that’s so ‘cookie-cutter’.

“Doll!” Bucky calls from outside, “Telephone!”

I take one last glance at my reflection. Yep. Still beautiful. Darting out the door, I take the phone and receiver from Bucky. “Hello?”

“__________!” Lily yells from the other side of the phone, “I’ve been callin’ you, where’ve ya been?!”

Odessa Lily Mae Ababio and I had met when we both stumbled into a women’s rights meeting when we were teenagers. As time went on, less and less women started showing up but Lily and I- along with a few others- stayed and took charge. We became an unyielding force for women, a family. Lily and I have worked in tandem as leaders of the group for three years. We call nearly every night to discuss plans and changes and updates- but any call before eight is almost guaranteed to be an emergency.

Sighing, I run a hand through my hair. “I’m… I’m sorry, Lils, it’s been a helluva day. What’s happening?”

Lily sighs. “They kicked us out of the factory again- some rejected soldiers, it sounds like.”

“You’re kidding,” I mutter, eyebrows furrowing as I sit back up in my seat. “They can’t do that, can they?”

“...the factory’s siding with them,” Lily sighs again. It’s broken, more ragged. I can hear the tears clotting her throat. We had worked so hard to even get the girls into the factory- many of them trying to fend for themselves while their families were sent to the war and the remaining members depending on them. And now they’re just going to throw them back out?

And for what?! There’s plenty of work to be done at the factory- why throw them out?

“...is Mister Richardson there?” I ask, gripping the phone line. “Is he in his office?”

“Hold on,” Lily mumbles. I can hear her press the phone against her chest and her yelling for someone to peek into his window. A few moments later, she comes back. “Yeah, he’s here.”

“I’ll be right down. Make sure he doesn’t leave.”

“Will do, __________.”

Click.

I look up at the boys as I throw the phone back onto the receiver. “There’s some problems with the girls at the factory,” I mutter, snatching the nearest pair of shoes and tugging them on. “I have t’go.”

“We’re comin’, too,” they say in unison.

“You don’t have to. I’ll be back in time for tonigh-”

“That’s not why we’re comin’ with,” Steve chuckles, slipping into his shoes.

“We’re comin’ with because it’s the right thing t’do,” Bucky finishes, slinging his legs off the side of the chair. “Now, c’mon, Doll. I’m drivin’.”

Inside, the whir of machinery clanks and buzzes throughout the street. Smoke billows out from the chimneys and mixes with the pure white clouds above. There’s a large crowd amassed in front of the factory. Split into two groups, a group stands at the entrance facing out and a group stands a bit away facing in. The men stand at the entrance of the factory, chests puffed out and arms crossed. A few wear expressions of indifference. Others wear a cruel smile. I can tell by the colorful, oil-stained bandanas around their heads that it’s mostly women in the crowd.

It’s all women in the crowd looking in.

As Bucky parks across the street, I jump out before he stops. Lily turns to face me and parts from the crowd. I reach out and grab her calloused, russet-colored hand as we meet. “How’s it goin’?” I ask quietly, scanning the faces of the men standing guard at the factory entrance.

Her eyes scan the crowd of women whispering amongst themselves. “It’s not bad,” she whispers.

As she says this, one of the men scoffs and spits just at the front row of women’s feet. “Go back to your kitchens, now- the men’re back.”

“...but it’s getting worse.” Lily finishes. Her hand squeezes mine as we weave through the crowd to get to the barricade of men. “Just… be careful... Okay? These ones… they’ve got a bite to them.”

“I’ll be fine,” I whisper back. “I’ll take care of this.”

We push through to the clearing between the two groups. The men’s eyes collectively gather on the two of us. Their faces and eyes harden as a dismissive air fills the gap between us. I purse my lips and sigh, walking straight for the door.

An arm shoots out and grabs mine, pulling me back in front of the factory. “No can do, miss,” the man huffs, “You’re all dismissed. Jobs ‘ve been filled. Richardson’s orders.”

“If Richardson has given those orders, I’d like to hear them for myself,” I say firmly, shrugging his hand off of me. “So, if you’ll excuse me, sir.”

The hand shoots out and grabs my arm again. “What part of ‘you’re dismissed’ did you not understand?”

I stare up at the man and study his features for a moment. Scar above his left eye- which are green- and black hair that grazes his ears. A cigarette dangles from his chapped lips and freckles dot his face. I smile and clear my throat. “I understood perfectly. I just chose not to acknowledge it so that I can go talk to Mister Richardson.”

The man scoffs. “Ya get one job ‘nd think you can talk to a man like that- this is why you women should stay at home. Get a job ‘nd ya start gettin’ all uppity ‘nd smartmouthed ‘cause your head’s been filled with so many ideas.”

“On the contrary, sir,” I hum with a sickly-sweet smile. “I’d say staying at home has made me much more smartmouthed. Gave me a lot of time to think... Working clears me up. Lets me focus on what’s important. Now, if you’ll please excuse me, I’m talking to Mister Richardson.”

“Listen, lady,” the man says, taking a drag from his cigarette. “If you don’t get outta here with all your other broads, I’m gonna have t’use force.”

My smile broadens. “Force?” I coo, “Oh dear. Well… force won’t be necessary.”

He chuckles, “That’s what I thought-”

As he reaches up to grab his cigarette, I snatch his wrist and twist his arm around his back. Planting my elbow into the center of his back, he’s brought to his knees without much ‘force’.

“Now, sir,” I huff, “I’m going to talk with Mister Richardson and I’m going t’hand you off to a dear friend of mine. ‘nd you’re gonna be polite, you got that?”

“Let me-!”

I cut off his struggling with another twist of his wrist. “C’mon, now. Don’t get so many ideas of escaping. It’s pretty hard to in this position.”

Bucky and Steve join me in the clearing. Bucky slowly glares at each one of the men while Steve tries to look as intimidating as possible. I smile as they get closer. “Looks like ya didn’t need us much, did you?” Bucky comments, looking down at the man as he squirms in my hold.

“Can you hold him while Lily ‘nd I go in to talk to Richardson?”

“Sure thing,” Bucky mumbles, grabbing the man just below my hand. “Call out if ya need us.”

“Thank you,” I smile. Lily tugs my arm and the two of us pass between the other men. They avoid our gazes as we pass, backs taut and shoulders too tense.

Scared of a couple of women. A nurse and a factory worker.

As they should be.

We round the corner and head up the stairs overlooking the machinery. The door to Richardson’s office is shut but the familiar clacking of his typewriter and the glow of a lamp streams out into the stairway. “Ya ready for this, Lils?” I ask.

“Let’s do this.”

The two of us push the door open. Mister Richardson, a heavy-set man with eternally-pink cheeks, sits at his wood desk surrounded by files and papers and his typewriter. His light eyes slide over to us over his glasses before widening.

“Miss Bishop!” He chuckles nervously, pushing away from his desk. Sweat lines the collar and underarms of his expensive-looking suit.

He’s been expecting my arrival.

“I didn’t realise you’d be here today- and with Miss Aye-bee-bee-yo!”

“Ababio,” we correct at the same time.

“Oh- of course!” He says with a grand outstretching of his arms. “My mistake! Well… ladies… what can I do for you?”

“I think you know exactly what you can do for us,” I hum sweetly.

“Now, Miss Bishop, let’s not be rash-”

“Rash?” I ask, placing a hand on my chest in feigned offense. “Now, that doesn’t sound like me, does it, Lily?”

Lily shakes her head. “Not at all, __________.”

“No, sir. We just came… to talk.” I coo, sitting down on his desk. Sighing, I look around the room and tap my nail against the wood of his desk. “It’s a beautiful office you have here, Mister Richardson.”

“T- thank you, Miss… Miss Bishop.”

“Unfortunately, there are others that don’t have the same luxuries,” I sigh again. “Those women out there included.”

“It’s truly unfortunate-”

“Yes, it is, isn’t it? ...however, Madame Fortune did smile on them when they were… so graciously given work at this factory. Families were fed, houses were kept, food was bought, children cared for… Isn’t that right, Lily?”

“Twenty-five families. Forty kids.”

I whistle, raising my eyebrows as I get to my feet. Slowly, I stalk the decorated walls of his office. My fingernail trails down various gaudy declarations of wealth and prestige. “That’s quite a few people,” I hum, “None of them are quite happy with this… change in employment, I’m sure.”

“Miss Bishop-”

“I could only imagine how many pissed-off family members are on their way right now- not to mention how many children are wondering just where their next meal is coming from.”

“Miss Bishop, please-”

“What is it, Mister Richardson?” I ask, peeking out of his window to look down at the crowd out front.

“These soldiers-”

“Rejected soldiers, yes. Go on.”

“They’re… they demand their jobs back and-”

“Mmhm,” I hum, “But if I remember correctly, you’re understaffed.”

“Well, yes, but the men. They… they’d rather not… they’d rather not work with…”

“With what, Mister Richardson? Spit it out.”

“With… women.”

My head falls back with laughter. As my laughter dies down, I wipe a tear off my face. “A- apologies,” I mumble, “I just… I… I think that’s absolutely hilarious. They come in here and demand- sorry... beg- for their jobs back and tell you they won’t work with women? Are you… not the boss, Mister Richardson?”

“Well, no-”

“So you call the shots, yes? And you set the conditions under which your employees work?”

“Yes, but-”

“So you’re understaffed with all those women working out there so why not... add the men back to their original positions? Lily can retrain the women working those positions since I understand that men can’t be nearly as… versatile as we can.”

“Well, the men-”

“Ah yes,” I mumble, tapping my finger on my chin. “I forgot. A bunch of rejected soldiers refuse to work amongst women. They must not need the work then. Mister Richardson, wasn’t it you who said… oh, what was it… Lily?”

“‘A man starved cannot turn his nose up at bread’.”

“Thank you, darling,” I smile, winking at her. Turning back to Richardson, my face turns to stone. “Was that not you?”

“...it was.”

“Are you not a man of your word? Oh dear…”

Richardson goes quiet.

Lily opens her mouth to speak but I wave her off- watching as Richardson’s face twitches in thought. The handkerchief held tightly in his hand is damp and his knuckles white. Sweat drips down his face, even in the coolness of the day.

Scared of a nurse and a factory worker.

As he should be.

“...tell the girls their break is over,” Richardson says quietly. “And bring the men up here. I… I have some changes to our agreement I’d like to discuss.”

Lamplight flickers overhead as our steps echo down the lonely street. Puddles have formed in scattered sections of the road and sidewalk. The smell of rain is ever-present. Steve is up in front of us, walking alongside the date Bucky had arranged for him. She’s sweet- a little ditzy and blunt but… she didn’t look at Steve any different than she did Bucky or I so…

I just want him to be happy.

“You’re thinkin’ too hard again,” Bucky mumbles, nudging me with his elbow as we walk down the street. “What’s plaguin’ ya this time?”

“Nothin’, Buck,” I laugh, rolling my eyes.

“Ya might cut me with that lie, Doll,” he teases, “C’mon… you can tell me what’s on that pretty mind’a yours.”

“...nothing, Buck.”

“Is it the committee? The Women’s Committee?”

“No.”

“What about the girls at the factory?-”

“They’ll be okay,” I say quietly, watching as Steve turns bright red after his date compliments his suit. “They can handle themselves pretty well- especially with Lily there.”

“Okay, then,” Bucky mumbles, “What is it?”

“Why do ya wanna know so bad?” I ask with a small laugh, eyes sliding over to him.

Bucky smirks, laughs, and shakes his head. His eyes turn down to the sidewalk before another huffing laugh passes his lips. “‘Cause I worry ‘bout you, Doll.”

“You always worry about me,” I tease, nudging him with my elbow. “Ever since you two found me in that alleyway… fending for my life against those assholes... always worryin’ about me.”

“Can’t help it,” he says quietly, “I love you, Doll.”

“I love you, too, Buck,” I whisper back. I can still feel his eyes on my back before I turn to face him. “But you can stop worrying… I’m twenty-five years old and you’ve been worryin’ since I was eight- you can take a break now.”

Bucky stops. I stop and turn to face him again, eyebrows furrowing as I look at him. He’s just… staring. Unwavering. Just staring right through me. A small shiver runs down my spine- not fear, just… anxiety. Like the kind when someone’s going through your stuff and you don’t want them to find something. But… what do I not want him to find…?

Finally, Bucky smiles crookedly- all cocky and broken at the same time- before clicking his heels together and shaking his head with laughter. “You’re so smart… why… why can’t you figure this out? It’s… all laid out for ya. Just… figure it out already...”

“What’s that supposed t’mean?” I snap, eyebrow shooting into an arch. “I’ve figured it out already, Buck-”

“That’s not what I mean,” he mumbles, stepping forward and pressing his lips to my forehead. Bucky lingers there for a moment- does he? I could be imagining things- before he pulls away with a sigh. “You don’t get what I mean.”

...what is he talking about?

“Bucky!” I yell, running after him as he catches up with Steve. “Bucky, c’mon, tell me what you mean!”

“There’s no fun in that!” He yells back, “You’ve gotta learn for yourself!”

“Miss Bishop!”

My ears perk up and I dart around the corner of the nurses’ station to the Doctor’s office. Doctor Nachtnebel looks up at me over his glasses as I hurry in. “Yes, Doctor?” I hum, smoothing my hands down my skirt.

“Close the door,” he rasps with a slight German accent. “Drafty.”

I do as he says as he gets up, adjusting his glasses as he looks down at the papers in his weathered hands. The folders have streaks of jet-black ink crossing out the more ‘delicate’ information restricted from the wandering eyes of nurses. But if you’re lucky, you can snatch a glance every now and then as the Doctor crosses the lines out.

“Miss Bishop,” the doctor says quietly, pacing slowly towards me. “...may I be frank?”

“...of course, sir,” I mumble, eyebrows furrowing as he stops in front of me. His light eyes- one blue and one grey- scan my face as a hand comes to massage his drooping jaw. Slowly, he inhales raggedly. “...is… is something wrong, sir?” I ask as I take a step forward.

“That remains… to be seen,” he mutters, turning away and placing his hand on his desk. “Miss Bishop, do you recall the project I asked your assistance on?”

I do. He had called me into his office late one night, told me to shut the door and sat me down to discuss a project he had been recruited to assist in. Some serum- the details were few and hazy. The government wanted it created, produced, tested, and perfected. Human testing is scheduled to start next week, should the higher-ups approve the tests done on various animals.

I nod with a small smile. “Did they approve human testing?”

Doctor Nachtnebel scoffs and shakes his head. He rubs a hand down his face then back up and into his hair. “No… No, Miss Bishop, they did not.”

My shoulders slump a bit. I was there for a solid part of the project. Not the testing, unfortunately, but the formula design and tweaking of chemicals and such- I was there. This had become something I grew proud of. “...oh,” I whisper, eyes settling on the floor. “I’m… I’m sorry, Doctor.”

“...so am I,” he mumbles. “Miss Bishop, you… you gave me permission to be frank,” he says, turning back to face me. He looks down his glasses at me- eyes blinking slowly. “Do you still permit me?”

I nod.

“Oh good,” Doctor Nachtnebel hums with a small smile. “Miss Bishop…” he sighs, shaking his head as he looks back down at his hands. My eyes follow his and land on a single syringe filled with a thick blue liquid.

“Miss Bishop,” he says again quietly, “I am sorry.”

“Sorry for-”

He cuts me off, lunging and grabbing me by the face. Wrapping his arm around my mouth, he tugs me to him. I scream- something muffled by the hand held tight against my face. Something pricks my neck as my eyes wildly flick towards the pain. The syringe slowly begins injecting liquid into me. Like blue fire, it singes under my skin and writhes through my veins.

I let out another scream as I thrash in his hold. He’s strong- much stronger than he looks. Fingers dig into my waist and back, holding me almost completely still as I try to get away. Pain slips into every inch of my body and lights every section on fire.

“I am sorry, Miss Bishop,” the doctor mutters through gritted teeth. “I did like you… I just… have other allegiances.”

The doctor leans into my ear as another scream tears out of my lungs. “...hail HYDRA, Miss Bishop.”

Cold.

Cold and hot and empty and full.

My eyes glide around the room. Empty. Left to die.

Freezing. Shivering, biting cold.

I’m alone. The clinic closed until tomorrow.

Doctor. Doctor- that traitor.

My limbs are not my own. Weighed down with fatigue, I can barely move my neck.

Sweat beads down every inch of me and drips onto the tile floor. My clothes stick to my skin and my body burns with heat. I can see faint traces of it on the tile.

Help. I need help.

My mouth is dry- too dry to even crack open.

Slowly, I push my hands under my chest.

Up. Get up.

Up.

Get. Up.

I’m on my knees now. Sweat is slicking down my arms.

Pants leave my lips as I stare lazily at the doorknob.

Steve. Bucky.

My hand reaches out and slips off the knob. My body falls forward and I collide with the tile once again.

I’m going to die here.

Something creaks outside. The doctor. He’s back. Here to check on the serum’s progress.

It’s still a test for him.

“Doll?”

Bucky.

Energy surges through me as I hear his steps hesitantly get closer.

“Doll, you here?”

“B-” I stop, straining as I try to get to my knees again. “Bucky.” His name leaves my lips like a crackling groan. Barely noticeable.

“...Dollface, c’mon, this ain’t funny. Come home... It’s late.”

“Buck,” I groan again, clutching my sides as they start to clench and pulse. “Bucky!” I yell, my voice snapping like wood in a fire.

His footsteps come running towards the door. As the door swings open, my body devours the cool air blown in. It sends chills down every inch of me but I know how bad my fever is.

“Clothes,” I whimper, fisting the drenched fabric in my hands. “Clothes.”

“Doll, what… what happened?!” Bucky yells, dropping down to my side. His hand cups under my neck. “...you’re burnin’ up.”

“Clothes,” I whisper, my hands now shaking. “Please.”

Bucky scans my eyes and then nods frantically, gripping my shirt and tugging it over my head gently. My body seizes with tremors as the air hits me. Bucky immediately reaches back for the shirt- only for my hand to reach out and grab his wrist. “No.” I shake harshly, eyes rolling back into my head. “Hos... hospital.”

“Okay… okay, yeah, Doll, I can do that. I can do that.” Bucky says quietly, nodding to himself. “Okay, yeah. Yeah, let’s go. C’mon, Doll. Let’s go.”

“...don’t know…”

“...nothing we can…”

“...it won’t be long… gave her sedatives to help...”

“Bullshit!”

“Sir-”

“No! You go in there ‘nd you fix her!”

“Buck, calm-”

“No, Steve! They’re… they’re frauds! ...fix her, dammit!”

“Bucky,” I call softly, swallowing hard as my eyes swim around. Nothing’s in focus- all of it just colors and vague shapes. “Steve?”

Two pairs of footsteps run towards me. Colored silhouettes drift over me and I feel someone cup my face, a thumb rubbing my cheek. My body melts into the touch as someone else grips my hand. “Boys,” I mumble with a lucid smile. “My boys…”

“Heya Doll,” Bucky rasps, “...they’re… they’re gonna fix ya up all nice ‘nd good, alright? You’re… you’re gonna be just fine, Doll.”

I laugh quietly, “...Stevie… what’d they actually say?” I watch as the darker silhouette on my right slightly looks toward the lighter silhouette. “...stop threatening… him, Buck. Let the… let the kid answer.”

Steve grips my hand tighter. “...they, uh... they don’t… they don’t know how to stop the fever.”

“...how much have they given me?” I ask, blinking slowly. My eyelids feel like weights.

“Enough for four people,” Steve answers. I can hear the shake in his voice. Feel the tears landing on my skin.

“But you’re gonna be fine, Doll,” Bucky says quietly. “You’re gonna be okay ‘nd you’re gonna let me take ya on that date.”

“Okay, Buck,” I whisper, my eyelids falling shut. “We’ll… we can go on that date. I’ll… I’ll wear… that new red dress that… you like.”

“Hey, you keep those eyes open, kid,” Bucky snaps, tapping my cheek with his hand.

My eyes slide open and I can feel my chapped lips tug up into a smile. “...I’m so tired, boys.”

“I know but you gotta stay awake, alright?” Bucky whispers, his voice snapping and cracking. I can feel the tears landing on my face as his hand strokes my face and hair.

I know what this is. Endgame. The point of no return. They’ve pumped me so full of drugs they’ll just be killing me faster if they put any more in me. I can feel it, too. Something softly crawling up my legs and body under my skin- like a hum. A gentle relaxation unlike anything. The deepest sleep.

It’s over.

“Steve,” I mumble, “You take care’a him- keep those ditzy broads outta his hair... alright?”

“...okay… okay, __________,” he whispers, his grip growing tighter as I hear him stifle sobs. “I’ll do that.”

“‘nd... Bucky-”

“No,” he snaps, “No, no. No. You stop... talkin’ like that, kid. Stop it, Doll. You’re gonna be okay- you stop it.”

“Bucky, please,” I whisper, feeling my eyes close again. “It’s… Just… take my hand. Please?”

“No. No, I’m… I’m not gonna do that, Doll, you just stay awake. Stay awake!”

“Bucky, please,” I whimper as my eyes slide open. I can’t see anything- just them and black. “I… I don’t wanna go alone. I… I need you two with me.”

“__________, you shut your mouth right now. Stop it.”

“Bucky, take her hand.”

“Shut up, Steve,” Bucky snaps. “I’m… I’m gonna… I’m gonna get help. I’m getting you help, Doll. Okay? I’m gonna be back with help. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Bucky,” I whisper, tears streaming down my face.

The hum has reached my chest as I watch the darker silhouette pull away. Steve turns, yelling for Bucky to get back here and pleading for him with broken sobs.

“Bucky,” I call, sobs wracking my body as only the light colors of Steve stay in vision. “Bucky, please…”

A single tear passes my eyelid as my breath stills.

There’s only one thought on my mind as sound, light, color, and shape fade.

I love you, boys.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #steve rogers #ocs #angst #yeah another cliffhanger #series #chapter one #marvel #marvel fanfiction

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yeetingmyfeeling · 4 years

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Run, Run, Run!

Chapter Four

It had been a month since Brian’s arrival, and he was really starting to settle in with the pack. They were all, mostly, friendly and accepting. They treat him like a real living thing, not an object. That was a nice, fresh change.

Evan had gone through the trouble of buying Brian a phone and laptop, of which he couldn't be more grateful for. He brought up the idea of going out and getting a job, everyone seemed to think it was better for him to stay inside.

This made Brian slightly annoyed, but he understood where they were coming from. He just wished there was a way he could contribute more. He did his fair share of chores, sometimes stealing others. A part of this was also because he was a little bored.

He currently sat on his laptop in his room, just perched up on his bed. It was before noon, and he woke up not long ago. From what he could smell, most people were out today. Jon and Brock are out every weekday due to being teachers, same with Jarren and Tyler. Though they both would occasionally get days off during the week. Everyone else's schedules would change every few weeks. Evan was home most days, but would go to his studio three days a week at minimum.

Brian let out a yawn as he just scrolled mindlessly. He was looking through the news, but soon got bored of that. He set up a few social media accounts, with the help of Ryan, and was now looking on twitter. As he didn’t have many followers or anything of the sort, it was quite boring.

Being as bored as he was, he decided to get out of bed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants, having only slept in a shirt and boxers. He brushed a hand through his bed hair then exited his room.

He walked down to the kitchen, not running into anyone. That was, until he was in the kitchen. Tyler stood there, a cup of coffee in his hands, looking half asleep. He stood up straighter when he heard someone enter, looking over at Brian.

Brian smiled shyly. He still felt a little uncomfortable around the tall alpha. “Relax, I’m not going to spill any coffee. As long as you promise to not spill yours on me.” Brian saw a small smile on Tyler’s face. He walked over to the machine, beginning to make his own coffee.

Feeling eyes on him, he raised an eyebrow at the alpha. Tyler shrugged, acting innocent. Brian narrowed his eyes, but turned back to his coffee making. Truth be told, Tyler was once again admiring the Irishman's ass.

They heard someone else enter the room, and they both looked up. It was David, looking even more tired than the other two combined. He walked over, stealing Brian’s freshly made coffee, ignoring his protests, and taking several large gulps.

“Shit that’s hot,” David mumbled, pulling the cup away and putting it down. Brian frowned, starting to make another coffee. “Thank’s Bri.”

“You’re welcome, ass,” Brian grumbled. “Have a big night or something?”

“Yeah, stayed pretty late at the restaurant,” David’s accent was thick and heavy as he was so tired. Brian’s was much the same, but David just had a deeper voice. “Some dumbass fucked up, so we had to do a bunch of shit. We lost a lot of meat.”

“That’s no good,” Brian frowned at the other, now a little more forgiving over the coffee stealing. He looked up at the taller and couldn’t help but smile. David was clearly very tired, his eyes still half shut. His hair was a mess, ahd his clothes were very disheveled. He had some stubble on his face that just made everything better.

“Wait,” Tyler interrupted. He was silent during the two Irishmen’s conversation, but felt jealousy in his gut when he saw that smile Brian gave David. “Bri?”

“Oh, I didn’t even notice,” David rubbed an eye. He lifted his drink up, blowing on it, then taking a sip. “Sorry.”

“I-I didn’t mind!” Brian interjected quickly. He had finished making his coffee, and shot a glare to the door. If anyone else came in and stole another coffee from him, he was going to riot.

“Well good,” As David said this, he ruffled Brian’s hair. Brian felt his cheeks burn, and looked down at the coffee in his hand. “What about you Tyler? You look real tired.”

Tyler glared at David’s hand in Brian’s hair. Why he felt this way, he doesn’t know. He does know, he doesn’t like it. “Just a shitty sleep,” Tyler grumbled. He quickly finished the rest of his drink then started walking away.

“Tyler! Are you alright?” Brain had called out to the alpha, and the alpha couldn’t resist those diamond blue eyes full of concern.

“I’m fine, Bri,” He just wanted to try out the nickname. It was nice, but the omega deserved better. “I’m gonna go play some games, if anyone needs me.”

Brian watched as Tyler left, frowning more. Though, upon the alpha also using that nickname, his face heated up more. He shook his head. Brian blew on his coffee then brought it to his lips, taking a long sip.

He looked over at the beta next to him, who looked like he was about to fall asleep in his coffee. Brian suppressed a laugh.

~~~~~

A few people ended up being home before late afternoon, and Brian was now helping Ryan and John in the kitchen. They were making dinner, and upon Ryan’s mates request, it was spaghetti and meatballs.

Brian and John were currently in charge of rolling the meatballs while Ryan did literally everything else. They offered to do more help, but Ryan was determined. Music was playing softly in the background, playing some classic old rock.

“So, Brian,” John turned to the Irishman. “You’re enjoying it here so far?”

“Mhm!” Brian nodded his head. “You’re all so nice, how couldn’t I be comfortable?”

“Even with angry alpha storming around all the time?” John joked. He pouted as he messed up on a meatball, having to redo it.

“I’m sure it’s that Kelly,” Ryan joins in on the teasing. “Getting him all riled up after a long day,” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“First of all- ew,” John shook his head in disgust. “Apparently he debunked that, David said he’s not interested in her in that way.”

“Oh,” Ryan nods his head slowly. A smirk slips on to his features. “So, someone else could have a chance with him? Say, our own little omega?” He winks at Brian, who flushes and starts stuttering.

John laughed, messing up yet another meatball. He didn’t care. “Brian’s face!” He calmed down, wheezing now and again. “Come on dude, have you seen those looks he’s been giving you?”

“He wants to mount you.”

“Ryan!” Brian had his face hid in his hands, feeling it burning. Even his ears were burning. He heard cackling from the other two. “Its- no.. what?” Brian shook his head, trying to focus back on the meatballs. “Tyler still doesn’t like me.”

“Doubt,” Ryan mutters.

After John calmed down from the cackling, he spoke up. “Ryan, you and Luke fuck like rabbits. I don’t know how he keeps up- that’s not my point. I mean, Ryan knows when someone wants to fuck someone.”

Ryan smirks cockily. “Damn right we do,” He turns to Brian, pointing a spoon in his face. “That alpha wants you.”

“What alpha wants Brian?” Luke walked into the kitchen. He stepped behind Ryan, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing his neck. “Mm, smells good.”

“You’re home early,” Ryan spun around in his boyfriend's arms. He leaned up a bit, pecking Luke’s lips. “Tyler wants to mount Brian.”

“Yeah but, David also wants to mount Brian,” Scotty appeared, out of seemingly thin air. He stuck his finger into Ryan’s sauce, only to be slapped with a spoon. He whined, rubbing his hand as he sucked the sauce off his finger. “When I was working with him- He compared a fish’s scales to Brian’s eyes.”

“This is so gay,” John snorted. “Brian has both an alpha, and a beta after him. What will he do?”

“Die,” Brian groaned out, his face bright red. The four around him laughed. “I’m sure you guys are just imagining things.”

“No I agree, Tyler definitely wants to mount you,” Luke agrees with his boyfriend. Luke was Evan’s third. “I was hanging out with the dude the other day, and seemed so sexually frustrated. Then started talking about an auburn wolf that sparkles.”

Brian focused on his meatballs, not the blush on his cheeks. He pushed the others' words out of his head, not believing them. The attention, if it was real, was nice. Yet, he just didn’t know how to feel. Also, two guys!? Two, very attractive, tall, guys.

~~~~~

Everyone was home for dinner tonight, a fact which made Ryan more nervous. Though, he was mainly focusing on pleasing his mate. It came around to dinner, and the two who were helping earlier, were still helping.

John was going around, setting up the table. He was grumbling as he did so, complaining that this felt just like work. Ryan threatened to pour hot sauce in his eyes. Brian was subjected to going and telling everyone dinner was about to be served.

Half of the group were in the living room, so he told all of them. They smiled and gave him thanks before heading to the dining room. A few more were in the games room, and he told them. They said they were just going to finish their game. Two more people. Brain gulped. David and Tyler.

After the interaction with them in the kitchen, he felt nervous. Then the teasing from John, Scotty, Ryan and Luke just made him more paranoid. Everyone had little decorations on their doors, so it was pretty easy to find the rooms. He went to David first, knowing the beta doesn’t have a temper.

The decoration outside David’s room made Brian laugh. It was a large rainbow, and instead of gold pots at the ends, it was potatoes. It had ‘David’ in scribble writing across the rainbow. Brian knocked on the door softly.

“Gimme a sec!” Was heard through the door. Brian knew he could just tell him what he came to say, but he could hear the beta rushing around his room to get to the door. The door opened and David stood there with a wide grin, his hair was wet, some droplets dripping down his face. “What’s up Bri?”

“Dinners ready,” Was Brian’s quiet answer. His eyes flickered up to David’s, then he looked away shyly. “Better get down there soon before Ryan starts going all were-rabbit.”

“Were-rabbit?” David questioned, tilting his head as he tried not to laugh.

“The Wallace and Gromit movie,” Brian rubbed the back of his neck. “They compared Ryan to a rabbit, and I thought of that,” David burst out laughing. He told the omega he’d be down after he dried his hair, so Brian went to tell Tyler.

He was a little more nervous to speak to the alpha, which was to be expected. The decoration on Tyler’s door confused him slightly, but like David’s, made him laugh. It was a pig in an old farm truck, driving. He wore a crown and a fluffy coat. The side of the truck had ‘Wildcat’. Below that, it said ‘Piss off, it’s Tyler’. Brian snorted. He knocked on the door.

The door opened quickly, surprising Brian. There stood Tyler, looking only mildly annoyed. He was shirtless, wearing only sweatpants. He was sweating, and panting, and, Brian had to look away quickly. He stared at the hardwood floor beneath his shoes.

“What?” Tyler grunted out. “I was in the middle of doing weights. Can I do anything for you?” Tyler’s smell started to hit Brian’s nose and he had to straighten out his mind.

He cleared his throat harshly and looked up at Tyler. He had to count in his head. He was on suppressants, but that doesn’t mean his heat won’t come. Maybe his heat was coming up and that’s why this sweaty alpha was in front of him. Brian knew if he dared look at the sweatpants, he would most definitely send himself into a heat.

“It’s dinner time,” Brian finally spoke. Tyler raised an eyebrow at him. Brian rolled his eyes. “Come down for dinner, Ty. Before Ryan has our asses.”

“Ty?” Tyler mumbled. No one had ever really bothered giving Tyler a nickname, maybe that chick from the mechanic. Brian made it sound less filthy though. He was sure the omega could make it the good kind of filthy. Tyler had to take a step back. “Yeah, okay. I’ll just- be down in a bit,” Then he shut the door.

Brian frowned at the closed the door. That was a bit rude. He huffed but went back downstairs to the kitchen. Ryan then ordered him and John to get everyone drinks, to which they both groaned.

So they went to the dining room. Everyone was there except David and Tyler, but Brian knew that. So they went through and asked what everyone wanted. Evan wanted Strawberry lemonade, Jon tried to ask for a milkshake but Brian threatened to just give him milk and ice cream in a wine glass, so he went with a strawberry lemonade as well.

Brock wanted mineral water, John gagged, Anthony wanted a beer, Scotty and Marcel wanted the same, Luke wanted whiskey, Ryan yelled at him from the kitchen so he changed it to a beer, and Jarren wanted a lemonade with three ice cubes. John could have hit him.

So John and Brian went back to the kitchen to get everyone's drinks. Brian ran into David along the way, who asked for a beer. Running into Tyler, he asked for the same. Brian called everyone alcoholics, then decided he would also have a beer.

“Not like they have beer all the time,” John said as he pulled beers out of the drinks fridge and handed them to Brian, who put them on the counter behind him. “We haven’t drunk in a while, and they aren’t going to get drunk. So it’s fine.”

“I stand by everyone being alcoholics,” Brian said as he looked at the seven beers on the counter. They got the other drinks ready, John was having a lemonade and Ryan was having mineral water.

They took the drinks out in turns to put on the table where everyone was sitting. This is when Brian saw that somehow, he was stuck in between David and Tyler. Brian internally groaned, it was going to be a long dinner.

Soon enough, Ryan had finished the meal and had plated everything up. So the three spent time taking the plates out to everyone. Apparently Ryan portioned everything for specific people. Say, most of the alphas dishes were bigger than the omegas. Brian thought that was smart.

Once the food was out, and everyone was seated. They were finally ready to start eating. Evan made a joke about saying grace, to which Jon said he would burn up on the spot if they did. Then David said Ryan should look about working as a chef. Ryan said he rather look at animal guts than deal with angry customers, which he still does but not like at restaurants. Fair.

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memcaked · 3 years

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Secret

Source: Subarashiki kono Sekai | The World Ends With You

Relationships: Misaki Shiki & Sakuraba Neku, Kiryu “Joshua” Yoshiya & Sakuraba Neku, this can be read as nekushiki if you squint. that’s their magic.

Characters: Sakuraba Neku, Misaki Shiki, Kiryu “Joshua” Yoshiya

Additional tags: Trauma Nightmares, self-care, warning for a paragraph of blood and violence that might be triggering, TWEWYTOBER, TWEWYTOBER 2020, Beta Read

Summary: It’s like sometimes Neku gets this idea in his head that Joshua is some lonely boy like him he’d want to intellectualise with, and not a callous murderous death god in a human kid’s clothing who hasn’t talked to any of them in months.

Beginning notes: Addendum: This was written and published on October 12th, 2020. this was originally about lines from w2 that'd fucking Hurt with the final twist that turned into neku's frustration with absentee joshua that became trauma dreams somehow. still feel like i need to redo introduction but at that point i was at like 900 words and just wanted to finish it since i bloody overscoped this huh. nobody said i had to follow the prompt mate

blows a kiss to will @makosinnergy for reading through this and pointing out some rather incoherent lines

Body:

“The Composer... The guy in charge of Shibuya?”

“Correct. We're in the Composer's Game. The Reapers are just his enforcers. They execute his designs.”

“Some designer. His Game royally sucks.”

“Hee hee... doesn’t it?”

It’s like sometimes Neku gets this idea in his head that Joshua is some lonely boy like him he’d want to intellectualise with, and not a callous murderous death god in a human kid’s clothing who hasn’t talked to any of them in months.

Even a mention of that name swamps him with some prissy kid he’d whack like he almost did to Shiki and the mistreated boy who doesnt like people just like Neku did and the killer who has all the impunity in the world to keep a vice grip on his partner and the imperfect protector he wouldn’t ever be able to apologise to a killer and the villain who put him through all this to someone he respects and wants to talk to for once… if he can fucking pick up the phone when Neku keeps calling, calling, calling.

Remembering anything he dreams about is such a rarity to him, but there’s been far too many late nights where he wakes up from his counting like a rocketship to blasting what was his… friend? to pieces and becoming a fucking murderer coated in dark, clotty blood that weighs his clothes like an iron ball (the one anyone who takes a life like that deserves). The blood doesn’t stop gushing and pooling and running all the way up the walls, the static fizzes even harder in his ears and clouds his reddening vision as the body falls apart, wilts and sinks like a plucked daisy going brown. Because of him, because of him, because of him

And then Neku’s torn away from those nightmares, his pyjamas soaked in so much sweat he can’t stop seeing as blood. He curls up fetal position trying to gather the energy to either sleep or get out of bed but he can’t, he’s fixed in this spot as the minutes drawl past like hours, tired and terrified and the dread washing over him when he realises fuuuck, it’s a school night. When the sun rises his hands still shake too much to do his hair and he walks into the building, with weak spikes that barely stand; he wasn’t really looking in the mirror much, brought his headphones and went.

Shiki pulls him into a corner minutes before class starts, asking if he’s up to going into class when she’s noticed how paranoid, puffy panda-eyed he looked. His breathing gets funny when he starts babbling about how he had a nightmare he shot Joshua and there was blood fucking everywhere as Shiki’s eyes flash every few seconds as she keeps track. She presses her hand to his chest, “You said that was the third time? Did you manage to shower after it?”

Neku is stone-cold lucid when he freezes up, “No? It was in the middle of the night, it’d wake everyone up. I couldn’t move from my room."

“Hey Neku,” Shiki chews her cracked lips, “are you free after school? I want to take you somewhere. I think it’ll help you.”

After stumbling through a blur of classes it leaves him tired and sleepy and not paying attention to where they go until he zones back into aisles that he vaguely remembers as a store he visited back in the Game. He mumbles where, she answers Nishimura Drugs in Q-Heads. She takes him to an aisle full of towels and cloths and as she bundles packets of baby wipes into his arms she explains that when she feels far too miserable to shower she tries to at least use wipes so she can feel clean enough.

“It’s recurring,” she says, “and I don’t want you to turn up like that again feeling and looking horrible no more than you need to. You can call me if you need to, all people need is a good listener.” When they pay and leave the pharmacy she asks if he needs to be walked home.

It maybe takes five days until a terrified, guilty Neku sees the taunting glow of 1:09 blink as his unsteady hands try to select Shiki’s number. She answers just after the first ring dies out, her voice grave and worried as he recounts the nightmare again. “Get out of your pyjamas and put them in your hamper, get the towels from your drawer and try to get all your sweat off,” she coaches Neku.

He finishes drying his legs when the regret becomes too heavy to handle, pricking at his already swollen eyes. “I couldn’t save him.” he wrenches out from the fast-coming sobs.

“Who? Joshua?” Neku grunts through the phone to Shiki’s question, and she takes it as a yes. “But he’s still… alive, isn’t he? If he’s brought us all back…”

“So fucked up,” he says, to no-one in particular. “How do I tell the headshrinker I died? That I wish my killer would call back? That I spent a month in purgatory that he was god of and having to,”

“Isn’t there someone,” Shiki tries to suggest something, “not a headshrinker, who’d know about and could talk to you the Game?”

“I don’t know!” Neku’s voice cracks, reaches a shaky sobby screech. “Saw Mr. H when I died standing and smiling right there with Joshua but WildKat never opens.”

“WildKat?”

“His café! Need t’make lockpicks if I want answers, I,” he swallows in a shaky, hitched breath and only then realises how frantic his voice was and he almost deflates. “M’sorry, Shiki.”

“Sorry for what?”

“You… you don’t know this and I’m forcing you to listen when you were only there for--”

Shiki takes a deep breath on the other end. “We can have a do-over tomorrow, it’s only one now. I’m here to listen to you even if it’s not about me, I was trying to say that with the headshrinker thing. Hey, are you finished cleaning?”

Neku opens his eyes after the line goes dead to see a perfect white feather lying across his chest, glittering in the (when did he fall back asleep?) morning light. He opens the window, shifts the weight in his knees, slings a feather as well as he can through the air resistance. His anger translates to a soft drop from his third floor to the ground, but he follows it up with his still-sore, throaty voice. “I want answers, not these fucking feathers!”

End notes: october 12th is the two year anniversary of twewy final remix's worldwide release and two year anniversary to permanently altering my brain chemistry over this stupid fucking dead teen simulator i hope this is good enough

#twewy #the world ends with you #neku sakuraba #joshua kiryu #shiki misaki #12/10/2020 #fanworks #writing

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best1shot · 4 years

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Favs of Bucky Barnes

Bucky’s day off

Tantalus’ fruit

Bad girl - smut

Trust - she panics the day she finds him in te bathroom with scissors in his hands and fresly cut hair in a soft pile on the floor, innocently sandwiched between his bare feet

Panic - two little texts send yout heart into a frenzy, and when the super soldier responsible for them doesn’t reply, you just hope he’s still alive for him to hear exactly what you think of him

You made a list? - bucky finds a list you made

Apricity - bucky comes to you for comfort after a hard mission, but he doesn’t feel like he deserves you

“Why is she wearing my hoodie?” - bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea tha might be a win-win for both of you... but wha might that lead to?

Not a monster - bucky ends up teaching a class of seconds graders about WWII

Once a snap - thanos snapped and your world feel apart. now, five years later everything has been fixed but you

Bucky being soft - super soldier raised his voice around you and boy... he feels bad about it

Morning run - bucky likes reader and decides to join her and sam on a run

Pitching a tent - you and the team go on a camping trip together and you get stuck sharing a tente with bucky

Tease filled mornin - a few short and small innocent kisses ultimately turn into a game of “who can tease who better”

Let me show you - bucky gives reader a “redo” on her first time, and takes her virginity / smut

Jealous - you and bucky are in a sex-only relationship, the only problem is you’re in love with him. your friends constantly remind you that you should be together, but after a while you give up

Baby - bucky and Y/N drift apart, and bucky can’t figure out why

Always the friend part 1 - you and bucky are good friends. you consider him one of yout bests! unfortunately for you, you have developed a crush on him. you are too scared to teel him, because you don’t want to ruin yout friendship

- Always the friend part 2

Just friends.. part 1 - you and bucky became fast friends when you first started with the avengers. what happens when bucky gets a girlfriend who is not okay with you relationship?

- Just friends.. part 2

Good girl - bucky and reader turn eachother on with pet names - smut

The mood - “come on. I just wanna feel you” “i’m noot in the mood for sex” “let me just put the tip in then” - smut

If you love me, why did you hurt me? FIC - you dated bucky for five wonderful years! you thought he was the one! then, without reason, he ends your relationship, and gets a new girlfriend two days later! while you are both avengers, you still have to see him, and his girlfriend

Bad Match FIC

I ran - a new addition to the avengers, everyonde seems to like you... everyone except bucky barnes

You’re mine - smut

Yours - a new girl joins the team, and gets a little too close to bucky for your linking - smut

Push-ups

Benefits - you and bucky had been friends with benefits for a while, and of course someone catches feelings

Morning glory - spending the night at bucky’s for the first time has you very excited and a morning suprise really moves the relationship along

Make me hum - “your tongue is disgustingly long” “it is. never had a woman complain” “you’re insufferable” - smut

He’s your dancing queen - bucky is a man-child about indulging your want to watch mamma mia for the hundredth time, and when you came early a few days later you are met with something unexpected

F&MU - smut

No clue - Y/N and bucky hate each other. nobody knows why. whenever someone asks, the pair just say “I have my reasons”. some think that something happend between them when bucky was in hiding. some think that bucky did something to Y/N when he was the winter soldier. some think that there’s no actual reason, they simly hate each other

Slow dancing in a burning room - Y/N knew that bucky had to leave someday but that didn’t mean that she was ready when the day came

Roses FIC - bucky tells Y/N he’s the winter soldier. the next day, hes’ taken by the government and that’s the last Y/N sees of him... until they cross paths again. but what if bucky doesn’t remember her?

Doctor me up

Bubbles

You are so annoying, baby

Close to you - bucky loves Y/N, he didn’t mean to snap at her

Kiss me slowly

Falling like the starts

Hard Place

May I ask - you and bucky broke up a few months ago. conveniently enough, he gests called ou to an undercover mission and you were spared from seeing him everywhere you went... until he gets back and suddenly all the feelings are back

Dates - bucky organises a date for you

Self care

Valentine’s day - “why should we express our love and act romantic on this day when you can be all year round?”

New hair

Disney and chill

Soft Bucky

Player - being pennys best friend and falling for bucky - smut

Riding - where you ride his thigh - smut

Miscommunication - bucky has an accident and you come to his aid

Undercover - you and bucky have to act as a couple during a mission

Sleep Deprivation - bucky’s nightmares are getting the best of him, you help distract him

Safety - bucky steps in when an argument with your boyfriend takes a turn

Coincidences - an overheart conversation exposes some true feelings

Educating bucky - bucky is trying to cath up on everything he has missed

Temperature control - temperatures in the compund rise, you nedd to find some way to cool down

Trouble - a mysterious man catches your eye at a tony stark party

Priorities - bucky worries about the effect his job is having on his family

Unexplained events - the day goes from bad to worse. then you receive some news that could make or break everything

The bet - thor brings some asgardian liquor to one of tony’s party and bucky makes a bet that he may regret

Scheduling errors - you and bucky are stuggling to find time for each other

Starting over - set after the end of endgame, bucky wans to start over, he just isn’t sure how

The morning after - after a night of birthday celebrations you wake in your own bed. but you’re not alone

Trapped - the team encourage you to play 7 minutes in heaven. 7 minutes turns into 7 hours

Rules of engagement - bucky proposes to you. you’ll accept on one condition

Testing the brakes - after an argument you just have to get away leaving bucky feeling lost

Dinner plans - your romantic dinner plans don’t quite go to plan

Something borrowed - you may have borrowed bucky’s favourite t-shirt without telling him, you need to return it before he finds out

Defining scars - after a month long mission you spend the night wrapped in your hasbands arms

First - first time saying “I love you”

Reunited - after being put in cryo until shuri could fix him, bucky is woken up and feeling more like himself. shuri needs to talk to bucky and takes the reader with her

Dog tags and storage units - two things in this world belong to bucky. his tags, and you - smut

45 - “what do you mean not yet? you can’t expect me not to cum when you’re fucking me so good!” - smut

1 - “let me show you why you should stay in bed”

Just hitched - at steve’s wedding, you findyou have an asigned seat next to the one and only bucky barnes, aka, the best man - smut

Changes - reader and bucky go out to dinner and get drunk, back home she decides to take charge in bed

It’s what you need - bucky knows that reader just needs to get it fucked out of her system - smut

Selfies PICS

Stroking all day long - bucky has a thing for reader, who is an avid swimmer. upon seeing her practice in tony’s pool, he gets turned on

Ready to comply, to you - the winter soldier gets triggered to come out and play, but instead of taking orders from whoever set it off, bucky stays obedient to the reader

First time - bucky and the reader had been dating for a while and he finds out she's a virgin

Shower - sexy time in the shower with bucky after he worked out and he's all sweaty and he ran to the bathroom so he could press himself to your wet naked body instead of showering alone

BJ - a bj when bucky’s tryna get paperwork done

Risk - risky blowjob

Almost killed - reader almost gets herself killed on a mission, and Bucky tries to stop her but she’s independent and stands up for herself

But - “I love you, but stop talking”

Bite me - “I’m fully capable of kicking your ass”

Hurt - “ what the hell were you thinking? you could have been hurt.”

You - “you’re jealous.” “it’s always been you.”

Drunk - “how much did you have to drink?”

Stay - “(name), open the door!” “stay. please.”

Cold - “it’s freezing. come here.” + “I’ve loved you for years”

Make right - reader sees something she shouldn’t, and hurt feelings ensue.

58/82 - “come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you” “yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that”

82 - pulling hair kink

46,48,81 - “wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?” “I can’t wait to pu bruises all over that pretty skin” “is that a thong?”

5,47,93 - “you look good all soaking wet” “you deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?” “it’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs”

6,12 - “are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you” “you don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily”

How do you think a jealous Bucky would behave?

Protective boyfriend Bucky

Bucky dealing with a guy trying to steal his girl would include?

Jealous bucky headcanons

Protetctive bucky

It’s cold, take my jacket

Tomorrow - “you’re not leaving, are you?”

Cuddly - reader is feeling down and bucky makes sure her hair gets washed, bringing an array of stories and suds

Keeper - you were never supposed to be more than the winter soldier’s plaything, but some bonds can’t be broken

Always knew - you always knew in your heart steve didn’t belong to you. you just never imagined someone else did

Back

A bid on bucky - you spend thousands of dollars at a bachelor auction for bucky when you could’ve had him for free this entire time

Deserve - bucky overhears that he doesn’t deserve the girl he loves and he agrees

Pressed together

You make me feel - you make me feel so young. you make me feel so spring has sprung. and every time I see you grin, I’m such a happy individual

Control - smut

Promise - as soon as your fingers wrap around him, bucky takes in a sharp breath and his muscles go taut again. always ready to spring into action. fight or flight

22 - “I can see you undressing me with your eyes”

8 - “I love the way you taste”

9 - “you can get rough with me; I won’t break”

3 - “I can show you just how flexible I am”

15 - “you’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight”

80,89 - “why did I marry you?” “it took a lot of convinving”

No touching - bucky barnes vs. an idiot

Lazy morning - lazy morning with bucky. she has a wet dream, and he wants to make it come true

83,84 - “you can’t eat solids, only liquids until thursday” “come on, baby, up to bed”

Crushes and spam accounts SOCIAL MEDIA - y/n and bucky are teammates and she finds herself falling for the blue-eyed soldier. unable to find an escape, she rants about her feelings about him on an anonymous spam account. harmless, right?

I wished on the moon for you - after losing bucky, you were devastated. so when howard stark asks for volunteers for an experiment, you’re the first in lin

Help - two years after you and bucky broke up, the team needs your help

Nightmare - you’re not sleeping, and bucky notices

Sly as a fox SOCIAL MEDIA - after the blip, the avengers continue on with business as usual. but they soon find out that while they were away, someone took it upon themselves to do the job they left behind

Mais charmante SOCIAL MEDIA - james needs something. more specifically, he needs someone. someone he can take care of that’ll fill his daily quota of affection. who better than a college student whose heart is too big for her own good?

I’ll be home for christimas - bucky made a promise to his girl, and steve helps him keep it

I don’t need a roof - bucky thinks he’s running out of time, and needs to make sure his girl knows she’s taken care

68 - “let’s carve our initials into the tree”

125 - “(name)?” - “yeah?” - “I’m gonna kiss you now.” - “okay”

69 - “every time you touch me, I feel a little less broken”

The only one SOCIAL MEDIA - you’re the head engineer of stark industries (and peter parker’s older sister) and close friends with the avengers. you’ve always had a crush on one james barnes, however what happens when someone from your past comes in right as bucky starts to reciprocate your feelings?

Charcoal Drawings SOCIAL MEDIA - you are an art student and are forced to take a life drawing class which will include nude modeling. one little problem, the model is super fucking hot

Feelings you can’t deny SOCIAL MEDIA - you love working with your brother and best friends. but what will happen when bucky visits the avengers and you can’t seem to stop embarrassing yourself?

Secrect confessions SOCIAL MEDIA - after an unexpected break up with bucky, you change a few things. your hair, your number, even your schedule for the upcoming semester. but after weeks of dodging the topic, your roommates (MJ, peter and the twins) and your close friend natasha decide it’s time to help you move on

Sure, jan SOCIAL MEDIA - while writing your college history paper on WWII, you decide to tweet your favorite avengers, steve rogers and bucky barnes, for help. they were also the most qualified. it’s not like they would actually reply, right?

Okay, but can I get more ice cream first? - bucky takes care of you when you get your wisdom teeth removed

Here comes trouble - you were supposed to be dating peter parker. then can someone explain why the hell bucky is treating you better than your own boyfriend

I hate everybody SOCIAL MEDIA - after spending the summer getting over your high school sweetheart, it’s time for new beginnings. what else is college for?

Mission report: laundry day - you and bucky have been secretly dating for over a year, what will it finally take for the others to find out?

Not happening FIC - an online dating site clearly makes a mistake when it matches you with the one person you cannot stand

Polyonymous SOCIAL MEDIA - you met james on twitter three months ago, and you’ve talked everyday since. you really like him, and you don’t think you’ve met anyone like him. that is, until the fateful night that brings the avengers to you. you meet bucky barnes, and then you’re stuck choosing between two guys so alike you find yourself asking why they couldn’t be the same person

Something more FIC - after a bad breakup you ask your best friend to take your virginity. it’s just friends with benefits. what could possibly go wrong?

All the blind dates SOCIAL MEDIA - after finding out that your boyfriend was cheating on you, you agree to go a few blind dates to help you move on

Little lion man - sent on an assignment back to 1943, you encounter a drastically different version of the man you know

Soldat - when a hydra agent finds a way to hack into FRIDAY’s system to trigger bucky into the winter soldier, he nearly kills you. in the aftermath, he can’t begin to find a way to forgive himself. not without your help

Not so sweet dreams are made of this - sometimes, bucky’s nightmares get a bit too real. sometimes, they even become a reality

Drunk on you - bucky has always been nervous around you. when he’s tasked with caring for you after a night of heavy drinking and suddenly you’re kissing him, bucky doesn’t know what to do. you couldn’t possibly want him sober, right?

Fireworks - bucky barnes doesn’t do crowds. he certainly doesn’t do fireworks. but he’d follow you just about anywhere

Lavender - not every nightmare is the same and bucky doesn’t always wake up as the man you know

Feel again - instantly captivated by the woman the nurses have dubbed the ‘frequent flyer’ of the emergency department, Bucky can’t help but fall for y/n. he relishes every moment he can spend with her and with her apparent clumsiness, it’s quite often. that is, until he learns the real reason behind her injuries

A new start - woken from a nightmare plagued with memories from his time in hydra, bucky finds himself standing at a mirror at 3am holding a pair of scissors, determined to cut away the strongest connection he has left to that time. his hair

Cold, cold water - while on a stakeout in the heart of russia, bucky learns that touch can bring something more than pain and he will willingly give himself over to the ice if it means keeping you alive

The other side of the door - bucky would do anything to keep you safe. even if it meant sacrificing himself. even if it took him to the bottom of the ocean

A twice broken man - knowing what will happen if hydra ever captures him again, bucky asks the impossible of you. the road to recovery is not an easy one

I still need you - bucky tries to end his life. the reader has to give him a reason to live

Remembering him - the reader can play with minds and memories. she gets hired by tony stark to restore a certain super soldier’s memories

Camera view - while triggered into winter soldier mode, bucky nearly kills the reader

All yours - you have to flirt while on an undercover mission. bucky is jealous and not having any of it - smut

Unconventional night out - the reader meets bucky while they are both hiding inside a restaurant, one from a creepy guy at the bar, the other from a terrible blind date

Let me help you - reader is one of the only people that is kind to bucky (besides steve obviously) and he doesn’t understand why but the reader is too scared to say that theyre in love with him

Eight times - eight times Bucky Barnes said ‘I love you’ without saying ‘I love you’, and the one time he actually said it

Only thing that matters - t’s the morning after, and bucky makes it clear you mean more to him than he lets on

Milo - when a little black kitten won’t leave bucky alone, he has no choice but to take it home with him

Conscious - when bucky gets seriously injured on a mission, it’s your job to keep him awake until backup arrives

Trigger - while held captive during a mission gone wrong, bucky realizes that the enemy is going to trigger his winter soldier mode. in a panic and desperate to prevent that, he begs the reader to do the unthinkable

You"ll go away - the reader finally has bucky. but will her anxious mind ruin her newfound relationship?

Impaled - you’ve been pining after bucky for months. a compromising situation during a mission brings you a lot closer to him than you expected

Confessions after dark - you’d been in love with bucky barnes from the minute you set eyes on him. the only problem? bucky barnes had hated you from the minute he set eyes on you. when the two of you find yourselves forced together on an assignment, some unexpected revelations are made in the darkness of a shared motel room

Wanderlust adventures SOCIAL MEDIA - y/n is a popular travel blogger, and a freelance travel writer for a magazine. she travels the world with her two best friends, valkyrie who is a freelance graphic designer that the reader “drags” out of bed to see the world, and carol who’s a new up and coming model. this is the first time in a year all three girls are traveling together due to carol’s new busy career. a month long european excursion, that might end up being their last trip together due to their lives taking them elsewhere. bucky barnes used to be a model but now travels the world with his best friends. he has a hard time commiting to one thing, which is why he loves to travel so much. he travels the world with his two best friends, steve who runs a gym in brooklyn and sam, who works for a popular food magazine where he gets to travel and eat all the food he wants. bucky has once again convinced his childhood best friends to join him on a month long trip to escape the trapped feeling of being back in New York. steve and sam are worried about bucky and his constant need to runaway from his issues, they’re hoping this trip will be an eye opener for their friend

Oh no, that's bad SOCIAL MEDIA - you’re a college student, you’re mad angry, bucky ruins your paper, that’s not good is it?

SPY SOCIAL MEDIA - cap and sam recruit a new super soldier whilst on a mission in paris. when she moves into the avengers tower, she immediately hits it off with everyone, except bucky. will they ever make it past their differences enough to realise just how perfect they are together?

Promisse SOCIAL MEDIA - you and bucky met when you guys were kids. everyone that didn't know you thought that you were both dating, everyone that knew you thought you both should be dating each other. "we're just friends" were what you both will say when others ask if you're dating. but are you both really just friends?

Lost in a crowd SOCIAL MEDIA - Lilith Greene is in her junior year of her creative writing degree program. she's best friends with peter parker and his girlfriend MJ, and mostly spends her time telling the pair to get to class when she's not writing poetry

Sleep and other things

Took you long enough - ontrary to popular belief, sam qilson did care for bucky barnes. does he mess with him any chance he gets? yes, but he makes it so easy (and it’s always out of love). so when he notices the super assassin turn into super mush around a certain teammate, he knows he has to do something about it

Epiphany - "you keep saying that you're friends, but you look at him a moment too long for that to be true"

Are you leaving my love behind? - at lot can happen in five years, but even more can happen in a few months

I hate you, really hate you - you’re married and truths about your marriage are about to come to light

Years later - bucky doesn’t have the best of luck. or at least he didn’t until the day he finally met his soulmate

Why can't I say I'm in love? - as a young girl you went into town with your parents to see the villagers. that’s where you met one little boy who would change your life and your heart. but as the princess of the kingdom, there are things that are expected of you. falling in love with the baker’s son is not one of them

The first of many - sometimes people surprise you

Helpless - we were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night

GSW - after getting injured in Brooklyn, steve forces bucky to visit the local VA hospital

Late night devils - bucky gets revenge on his ex with you, the girl he never got over no matter how much he thought he did - smut

If the world was ending - bucky knows he’s still in love with you a year after the two of you mutually agreed to break up. when one phone call spirals into one plan being made and then another, and then suddenly he’s staying at your place, he wonders if there may be a chance to try again

Scorched - “you utterly destroyed me, you know that? I loved you more than I needed to breathe and you just walked away. I lost everything and you walked away”

Dog tags - you are a kept prisoner by hydra, your role is to fix soldat’s metal arm whenever it gets damaged in a mission. you grow fond of each other and you decide to save him

The only one FIC - you were in love with this guy and in college, you could’ve made it work but you had to go home and now 6 years later it might be too late to be with the only man you ever truly loved

Happiness FIC - you are best friends with bucky and then something happens that will change your relationship with him forever

Faking it FIC - you are sent on a mission by fury, only problem is your mission partner, and fake boyfriend, is the one person on the team you cannot stand

Always take care of you - some post-mission friskiness with bucky boy - smut

Undercover - you and bucky go on an undercover mission, where you need to pretend to be married. you are close to solving the case when bucky decides he’s done pretending

Rusted - the team encounters helmut zemo, who activates the winter soldier

Valentine's shots - bucky indulges in some bodyshots

The five times bucky saved you FIC - you have a special bond with bucky. he’s more than your best friend, your partner in missions, the person you care most about. he often saved you from uncomfortable situations, always ready to protect you, but sometimes, you are the one who did the saving

Fight for you FIC - at the annual local boxing championship, Y/N is the leading medical specialist on call. it’s a whole new environment, and despite the drastic change, she loves it. bucky barnes is the reigning boxing champion of brooklyn. virtually undefeated, this tattoo artist by day, boxer by night is someone that is now fighting his way into Y/N’s head. and she’s helpless in front of his winning streak

Flowers bloom FIC - whenever someone is injured, flowers bloom on their soulmate at the area of the wound. she is born with flowers around her entire left shoulder

Guiding light FIC - it was supposed to be a simple mission. get the intel and go home. until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by hydra. while you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. not until he brings you home. If he even can

Home - fresh out of a divorce, Y/N moves to sun valley for a fresh start, a house left to her by her aunt and a new job as a nanny. James ‘bucky’ barnes owns a law firm and has been left with three kids after his wife died giving birth to their youngest. bucky is nervous about leaving the kids with a nanny but he cant keep finding babysitters and the kids need someone more permanent around

Sup, professor SOCIAL MEDIA - bucky barnes is the “most handsomest man” that you have ever laid your eyes on and oh, would you look at that. he's your professor

Oh no, it's you SOCIAL MEDIA - you have your life figured out, doing good in med school, moved on from your past, and even got a new job with that apartment that your family left you. oh would you look at that, your new neighbor is bucky barnes, a model and a rising actor. oh yeah, he also happens to be the guy that you claim to have moved on from. fuck

- Hey, it's me again - you got the wrong number but it’s okay you have nice memes and oh sure I can help you out and oh no..nonononononono….im not falling for you…..right?

What the hell, bucky? SOCIAL MEDIA - you and bucky grew up together as he lived right across the street. he’s the world’s biggest asshole, but also your most trusted confidant. no, you don’t have a crush on him. because bucky is steve’s friend and steve likes you

Dog tags - tony holds a ball, and your boyfriend get’s a little distracted when he sees you

Assert dominance

Love by mistake SOCIAL MEDIA

All in my head SOCIAL MEDIA - y/n l/n makes some friends who all live on the same floor in the dorms. they are all freshman health and human development majors at NYU

Savior - you and bucky are trapped in a HYDRA base and about to be killed. or maybe not…

Bad boys do it well - rumor is that bucky wants to ask you out but word on the street was that you didn’t date bad boys

Intimacy - you tend to your boyfriend's wounds after he returns from a mission and you share an intimate moment

No subtleties

Salt

Cuddle with me - steve did not expected to find his best friend there

Ocean eyes - this is the story of James bucky barnes learning what love and being loved is like

Best friends - you're best friends with bucky but you struggle with being around him due the fact that you heya feelings for him and boy does he love to flirt. you talk to Steve all the time about your liking towards bucky and how you think he may like you back but then you start to notice how close he's gotten with Natasha and that thread of hope flies out the window

- Best friends part 2

I'm breaking up with you - bucky tries breaking up with you but you're not having it

Shy - you like bucky but every time you try and talk to him, he avoids you

- Shy part 2

Art - bucky is insecure about his metal arm

Only you can do that

Insults - reader and bucky can't get along one day while they are arguing bucky realizes he actually likes her and starts to act weird and she confronts him about his acts

I love you

Worries - bucky overhears that you worry that he will leave you natasha

Underneath the mistletoe - there's a Christmas party and sam uses redwing to hold a mistletoe over people making them kiss and he keeps trying to get bucky and y/n but bucky keeps running away cause he's nervous and scared cause he has a huge crush on her

My girl - bucky saw your ex kiss you and bucky goes wild and attacks him

Seduce me - bucky has to be with you yo protect you in an operation where you have to flirt and seduce someone and he goes all jealous

Suck a flirt - bucky gets drunk and flirts with reader

Fool

Realization - Y/N is in love with bucky but he is dating and in love with someone else. however the girl broke his heart and he finally realizes a year after his heartbreak that he loves Y/N

Distance - you’re insecure that bucky still likes natasha and will leave you for her and you start to distance yourself from him and it hurts him when you two barely talk anymore

Pick me - reader need help with a world history unit abou the WWII, so the two super soldiers fight over who’s going to help her

Camping - the whole team went on a camping trip and they all knew that bucky and the reader have feelings for each other, so they decided to them in one tent

Joint custody - reader and bucky broke up, having to share time with their kid which ultimately brings them back together

8,66 - “are you eating again?” “you look good enough to eat”

3 - “this is me. I am the eye of the storm and my heart is a little broken but if you want me, I’m yours”

Bottles, babies and bucky SOCIAL MEDIA - Y/N and bucky are a couple of newlyweds eager to bask in their honeymoon period after their dream wedding. However, they soon find that this won’t be easy with 3 rambunctious small children running around the Brooklyn small apartment the family lives in. what happens when Y/N finds out she’s expecting? how will she tell bucky who made it very clear that their third child was also to be their last?

Weekend at bucky’s SOCIAL MEDIA - workaholic bucky barnes is a successful CEO of a prosthetics company that works endlessly to meet the needs of the people in desperate need of his products. his best friends steve rogers-wilson and sam wilson-rogers signed up the CEO for a nightly adult writing class after he let slip his desire to write his own story but currently lacked the skills to do so. Y/N is the teacher of this particular class whilst she trains to become a kindergarten teacher, she lives with her roommates natasha romanoff and wanda maximoff however it feels more like she has 4 roommates the amount of time her friends better halves spend at their small brooklyn apartment. they keep her sweet with clints amazingly good brownies and vision is just a wonder of personality in Y/N’s opinion. what will happen between the two when they meet and get to know each other at these classes? what happens when Bucky invites Y/N to spend the weekend at his cabin upstate? will take them a weekend to fall in love? or a weekend to fall out of it?

Coffe and cratons SOCIAL MEDIA - kindergarten teacher bucky barnes suddenly finds himself becoming a frequent customer of a cozy little coffee shop, newly opened around the corner of his school. self-proclaimed queen of coffee and the shop’s owner Y/N quickly finds herself giving barnes the title of “favourite customer”. will caffeine simply be their only addiction or will they find a new release within each other?

TEXT

Words left unsaid SOCIAL MEDIA - you’re a graduate student at a university pursuing a doctorate degree in biology while also working in a prestigious lab under alexander pierce. however, the university requires you to take an english course to ensure you are fully competent in teaching a course and able to write your dissertation. lucky for you, you’re allowed to take an undergraduate english class, which would be much easier than an upper division one. with a full graduate course load, teaching a 4-hour anatomy lab and working in lab the rest of the days, this english class is the least of your worries. but once you meet your professor, that all changes; you were never interested in anyone or had time for anyone. but for him, you’re willing to try

Trepidation - everything in your world was right until bucky’s ex girlfriend came along

- Trepidation part 2

- Trepidation part 3

“You have a what?” - your 5 year old daughter comes home from school and says she has a boyfriend this doesn’t sit well with bucky

I love you too

I need your help FIC - bucky gets an invitation to a family friends wedding and it turns out that his ex girlfriend will be attending as well. panicked at the thought of seeing her, he asks you, his best friend to attend the wedding with him as his girlfriend in attempts to show his ex that he’s moved on

Don’t say anything FIC - you finally decide to tell bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? and not just any girl; natasha

Heartbroken - bucky cheats on the reader, she’s heartbroken and he realizes what he’s done, so he decide to do everything to get his girl back

Before it's too late FIC - bucky starts dating a girl from his history of art class. the only problem: you’re in love with him

Protective barnes - reader’s ex-boyfriend comes back to pick up some things and meets bucky, her new boyfriend

He understood - you try and convince bucky to attend tony's funeral

First date - what happens when Y/N forgets about her date with bucky and is babysitting her niece?

Sprained ankle - movie night at the tower goes south when someone sprains an ankle

It's 3 AM - Y/N has a nightmare about bucky and needs to make sure he is okay

Neighbors - Y/N is bucky’s neighbor and they find each other super adorable

A bit of warning would be nice - bucky is gets nervous when Y/N and sam come back late from a hike together

Glasses - Y/N’s contact lenses met an unfortunate fate which leads to her wearing her glasses

Unexpected - Y/N’s ex shows up unexpectedly. she feels scared that he is going to show up at her apartment so she asks bucky to stay the night

- Unexpected part 2

Gone - bucky is met with some trouble on a mission and loses contact with Y/N, who is helping him back at the tower

Hands off - you’re Steve’s cousin and he has some rules when it comes to you that bucky isn’t a fan of. mainly, that he can’t have you

Sometime around midnight - bucky lost you once…but he can’t again

Break you - bucky has himself a winter soldier episode, nearly killing his girlfriend as a result

A fear that changes - it was not the winter soldier that scared you, even on his worst day. no, what had scared you more than anything else was bucky barnes

What did I do wrong - bucky doesn't understand what he could have possibly done to lose the love of his life

Help a buddy out - you and bucky are roommates and you ask for him to teach you to be better at sex so you can please another guy

Clouds - bucky overhears something unsettling at a party

He's not the one

That's my girl

The bet

Second chance - Y/N gives bucky a home, a family, a love, a second chance

I'll never forget

Safe house - when a mission goes south, you make it a personal mission to make your boyfriend bucky barnes see the light at the end of the tunnel by taking him to your safe house

You don't have to be alone

Three ways you can dance - one can dance in three ways; fists, feet and lips

Toothpaste kisses - in which Y/N makes herself at home, and bucky is only too happy about it

Homesick of home - in which the reader finds herself at her childhood home, away from the person she truly considers her actual home

Fond of the classics - when the sexual tension between you and bucky is stifling, natasha becomes her scheming, conniving self - smut

The best life - in which you tell your favourite people (what could be) the best news in the world

"Someone like me doesn't get happy endings"

Paris

Deathcycle

Something new - short blurb about you sitting on bucky’s face because I’m a sucker for face sitting and for bucky

Angry

Drunken girls night - just a cute bucky blurb of bucky taking care of you when you come home drunk

Going down - “I have found a new home, and it’s between your thighs.” bucky said cheekily, “I’d rather say here for a while”

End of the day - you: I want to watch horror movies with your hand either down my pants or stroking my hair. I can’t decide. bucky, your hot detective boyfriend: I have two hands, I can do both ;)

Troublemaker - you thank bucky in your own wonderful way. he kinda loves it

Laundry day - well, it’s laundry day and it turns out to be eventful

Possible-future-girlfriend - bucky claims you can’t flirt for shit, you prove him wrong

Home - after a rough mission, bucky just wants to go home. he learns what that word truly means when he gets there

Only love can hurt like this

Speak up - Y/N’s gotta stop mouthing off… or does she?

The power of a promise - you and bucky are taking a trip to visit your parents and he promises to behave

Love like ours - "I want to kiss every inch of your body before I fuck you"

Another bad day - "I wanna take my time with you tonight" "yes I know I cry a lot, so what?"

Your bucky

Bucky to the rescue - "I'd rather die than let you get hurt"

Beautiful morning - "have I told you that you look the most beautiful when you wake up?"

Kisses - "quick, kiss me!"

Family time

A bet

My gorgeous queen - "excuse you! have you ever looked at your reflection? you're so gorgeous I wanna stab out my eye!"

Are you afraid? - reader finds out she's pregnant and is absolutely petrified to tell bucky because he's still in recovery and it was unplanned

Playing to win - game night takes an exciting turn and bucky’s answer to a particular question really gets you thinking

The ball pit - "I don't want to lose you"

That's a promise - "I'm gonna fuck you so much you'll be pissing my cum for days to come"

Hand tricks - "blindfolds heighten your senses, maybe that's why you're whimpering louder than usual"

Caught with your pants down - walking in the common room and finding bucky playing with himself on the couch in his sleep

Hunger - bucky is trying out some new recipes for the restaurant, he asks you to have a taste and you ask for a cooking lesson

Beautiful - bucky is dating reader who struggles with her wight feeling like she's too skinny, oe not curvy enough to be with them

Sweet frostings - baking peanut butter cupcakes for bucky while he's away on a mission

Lucky charm - bucky rescues you in more ways than one

I'm not scared - bucky and reader snuggling up for the first time. reader's hesitant to lay their head on his left shoulder. seeing him deflate they admit they're just scared it might hurt him when they lay their head where metal meets flesh

Unrequited

- Unrequited part 2

Good morning, soldier! - reader walking into bucky’s room to surprise him for his birthday, and reader is flustered when she sees he is buck naked on top of the sheets and subconsciously playing with himself in his sleep

Love in bloom - it’s your birthday and bucky makes the day special in every way, even taking you to a place you’ve always wanted to visit in spring

Like the good ole days - reader and bucky in quarantine

Match mode - being rebecca’s caretaker and with her when her brother bucky shows up to reconnect one day. she also may or may not play matchmaker between the two of you

I need you

Chibis everywhere - showing bucky all the cute and funny chili fan arts of him

Confessions of love - you confess your feelings for bucky to natasha during a girl’s night. completely unaware of a certain pair of ears listening

Helping a roomie out - bucky is your new roommate, a hot delicious snack on legs

Smell of roses - “fuck you smell so good.” “did I smell bad yesterday?”

Past and present - reader ends up during the 30s and meets "young" bucky. she always had a crush on him but he never indicated he'd interested in her. 30s!buckys immediately wants to take her on a date and everything

Flaws - reader and bucky arguing over each other's personality flaws during a rough round of sex - smut

It's not a micro - he hasn’t been in a relationship for a long time. all his dates seem to hit it and quit it. you have this thing… you tease him that they don’t stick around because he’s got a micro-cock. one day he shows you exactly how wrong you are

Sassy doll - “there’s a reason I don’t celebrate my birthday.” “is it because you’re so old you don’t even remember when it was?”

Just gettin' started - "kiss my ass" "sucky my dick"

No more games - "when we get home, I'm cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night" "fine by me, you look hot with you head between my legs"

Heart of gold - bucky finds you hanging out with loki and he immediately thinks it’s because you like him. problem is, bucky likes you…now what!?!

Say it again - on a regular night at the compound you’re all drinking wine and having fun when things get a little heated between you and bucky…

Finders keepers - oreos, bucky’s henley and scary movies…

The secret drawer - bucky accidentally finds your large dildo/vibrator in your secret drawer in the bedroom

Secrets - “Did you fart? It smells like ass in here.” “Not my fault you finally smell your own scent.”

Drench me - "spit on my pussy. make me really wet"

Race to the finish - an innocent game of mario kart turns into much more when you get a feel of bucky’s beard

Don't even think about it - bucky threatens to shave off his beard so you come up with a plan to thwart his efforts…

Not my name - reader is tired of shitty sex and clint’s constant teasing. bucky decides to take matters into his own hands

Feeling is mutual - "can you feel what you do to me?"

Morning goodness - bucky and reader are in a new relationship and reader sleeps over for the first time, unexpectedly feeling the morning wood rubbing up against their ass

Sex on the... what? - "I really wanna have a sex on the beach" "it's winter though" "no you dummy, I meant the drink"

Whatever you say, pal - "I once had a woman pass out from an orgasm" "really? can't imagine what from. my banana is longer than your wiener"

The slip-up - bucky accidentally calling a new recruit "doll" and kinda hates how close she gets to him, making the reader jealous

I told you so - bucky is sick and mentions being horny

Come back, come back to me - "look at my horny and sex staved little doll. you're dripping onto my sheets"

He finds out your secret

Nat calls you a prude and your secret is revealed

Find you - after he broke off with you, you got a phone call that left you worried, you had no chance but to find hi and make sure he was okay

Because he can

Motorcycle - bucky punishing you by putting you on the back of his motorcycle with no panties while he rides fast and the feeling of the vibrations of the bike between your legs has you soaked

Daddy kink - reader has a daddy kink and Bucky finds out an teases her about it and makes her cum so many times, she’ll think she passes out

Age gap - where reader is significantly younger than bucky

Never leaving you - reader is alone in the tower and someone breaks in shooting her

I want to cuddle - reader with needy bucky

Protection - tony Starks little sister is in a failing relationship. they are at the tower arguing and Tony came in the room just as the guy was hitting her, but before he could do something about it, bucky storms over and knocks the guy through the wall

Halloween party

Leather jacket

The video - reader sees videos of bucky being tortured by hidra

Warmth - reader gets cold really easily and bucky keeps her warm

Dylan o'brien - bucky being jealous and extremely annoyed over you fangirl-ing over dylan o'brien new movie

Clingy - the boys tease bucky over him being a clingy and protective boyfriend

Secret admirer - bucky gets jealous and protective when he finds out that a man has been showering you, his wife, with gifts and presents and letters and confronts that man

I would never hurt you - bucky and reader don't get along, and he keeps making snarky comments and eventually the reader gets into a huge argument with him, he raises his metal hand and the reader gets scared

Shopping - you're Natasha's best friend and wanted to go shopping with her but she gets called to a mission. bucky sees you being pissed and offers to help

Bucky's plan - you and bucky are together, and bucky gets it in his head that'd be a great idea to dance with another woman ate a party to make you jealous

You deserve better - pietro is an ass to the reader and she is like best friends with buck

Safe - where steve goes to bucks apartment but instead of just bucky, he found too bucky's heavily pregnant girlfriend

Clint's daughter - reader is clint's daughter and last time bucky saw her was when she was younger and now she's grown up and he starts feeling things

- Clint's daughter part 2

- Clint's daughter part 3

Russian bucky - bucky pretending not to know english n only speaking russian and he overhears you talking about him

Suprise - you're bucky girlfriend and one day you surprise him after work in his room to see him just in some sweats after he had a shower

Short hair - steve one day takes bucky to get a haircut like the old days and he comes back to the tower handsome asf

Self defense trainer - bucky gives self defense lessons in his free time and you're there to take lessons

More than fucky buddies - you and bucky were having some kind of secret affair while living in the tower but also developed strong feelings for each other

You're good enough for me - bucky being insecure and jealous of pietro

Not so shy - you and bucky are a couple and all the other avengers ship you a lot

Not good enough - reader thinks she isn't good enough for bucky and thinks she doesn't have a chance, but unbeknownst to her, bucky loves everything about her

Shy - you're dating bucky but you're also a bit shy and you feel bad about it, but bucky thinks it's totally cute and loves it

Movie night - reader and bucky hate each other, and one night at the tower it's movie night and reader takes bucky's seat and when bucky comes back he tells her to get up but she doesn't

You and bucky don't get along

- You and bucky don't get along part 2

- You and bucky don't get along part 3

Save me

Mission impossible

The acquisition FIC - you are part of a business merger. can you make it through with your heart still intact, or will the winter solder tear you apart?

Cookies make everything better - your son has a nightmare and bucky makes cookies to make him feel better

Dream walker - you are able to enter bucky’s dream to help him

Distraction - bucky helps you in your time of need

Insatiable - "we've been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?"

Saddle up! - bucky takes you for more than one good ride

When things get rough - bucky being soft and gorgeous while pretending to be your loving husband and being so good at it that you're both not sure if you're only pretending anymore until he gets jealous

I'll be okay - day in bed with bucky

His type - bucky reaction to hearing such lies coming from readers mouth when she's talking to her friend on the phone and is convinced she stands zero chance with him

Blind date

Medic

A touch of blue - you love wearing bucky’s henleys and his new blue one is too good to pass up

- A touch of blue part 2

Cocktail - you love to visit bucky at work

- Cocktail part 2

Bartender - bucky and you having sex on the bar after it closes

First for everything - losing your virginity to college bucky

Undercover lover - you and bucky are acting as a married couple on an undercover cop assignment. everything is under control until some asshole decides to get handsy

"You still have all of me, however broken I am"

Like this - body massage with bucky

Always - stripper reader with biker bucky

In the alley - you and bucky disagree on how you handled your mission

Big boy barnes - having sex with bucky for the first time and underestimate his size

Eavesdropping - "how long have you been standing there?"

Scream for me - smut with no plot

Mishaps - bartender bucky

Fun at the BBQ - reader gets cheeky during the summer BBQ

Only yours - "your ass is gonna be seven different shades of red after that little stunt

Faster, soldier - "faster" "I need you to hold onto something then"

The mall

I wish we were alone now - "I can't wait until we're alone. there are so many things I want to do to you right now"

Homecoming - 40s bucky

Six steamy sentences

Bucky has a hard time - sam mixed bucky's pills up and he's accidentally taken some viagra. now he's rock hard in the middle of Siberia with you in a tent

Better than a dream - bucky has a wet dram and trudges to reader's room in the early morning for sex

The edge of glory - you and bucky try something new in the bedroom

Food for thought - "stick your fingers in the pie and have a taste! it's delicious!" "I'd rather stick them in you"

Soft beard, warm beard - "tour beard is so soft"

Seal the deal - you and make make a deal over a game of twister

My face, your boxers

Pretty girl - bucky barnes is your mentor as tony stark puts you through the ultimate training before you’re officially named an avenger. however, working with bucky proves to be difficult as his cold nature to your only makes you want him more

Squat here often? - the thought alone preens another wet moan straight from the base of your throat. bucky picks up on it, nuzzling the shape of his lips into the source with a hum. his voice is a soft cradle on the bare skin. “you’re something carved straight from a teenage wet dream. so tight and little .. always bent over. sometimes, I just want to haul you to the locker room mid set and bend you over one of those benches”

Surprise

Ditto - you and bucky are on a mission and forced to share the king sized bed. with wouldn't usually have been a problem if you and bucky didn't hate each other's guts

Thirsty

Knife skills

All of me

Tall, dark and handsome

Silence - bucky is distant and you don't know what to do

Like your eyes - you have a crush on bucky Barnes and watch helplessly as he gets dressed for his date

Wrong side of the bed - bucky is in a bad mood and accidentally snaps at reader who is very shy and timid and she spends the day in her room

Pineapple pizza - being forced into getting a personal trainer by your friend, you soon find yourself swooning for the man himself

- Pineapple pizza part 2

Mentor - bucky barnes is your mentor that you have developed a crush on, one night feelings are revealed and you say the wrong thing, immediately regretting everything

Cozy - cozy cuddles and banter with bucky

Hot chocolate - bucky's cafe is your little sweet escape

Pda - a view of bucky and his struggle with pda

The five times you lay your eyes on bucky

Cold - you’re in the shop with bucky as he works on fixing up his bike, getting colder by the minute, until you decide to ask bucky to warm you up

Tradition - who knew bucky was one for a holiday tradition?

Daydream - you and bucky intimately reconnect with one another

Man's best friend - you take in your neighbours dog for a night only to learn that a dog is man’s best wingman

I quit - while working as a nanny for bucky barnes, you slowly develop feelings for him, only growing more and more in love with him

Groceries - you encounter bucky barnes and his five year old son during a trip to the supermarket, little did you know that little leo was the world’s greatest wingman

Nsfw alphabet

Favorite girl - bucky barnes is the leader of the most dangerous mob in new york city, but when he finds you, his favourite dancer, at his local strip club he can’t help but fall for you. but he wants you to be more than his favourite dancer, he wants you to be his favourite and only girl

Impatient - with bucky’s busy lifestyle you don’t get him to yourself often, so when you think he’s finally free you intend to have him all to yourself

Best friends daughter - bucky barnes walks with confidence and elegance radiating off of him, tantalizing everyone he meets. you met your dad’s best friend with no intentions of falling for him, but it seems the universe had different plans

The busted shower head - a busted shower head results in mind-blowing shower sex with your neighbour, who also happens to be your dad’s best friend

More than perfect

Cafe au latte - bucky stars working at the coffe shop you own and feelings happen

Scorned - losing your father and natasha was enough. now, the man who you have sacrificed every fiber of your soul to is leaving you too

Asleep - soft bedtime interaction

This is not a drill - reader and daughter play a prank on bucky

7/87 - "do you want some soup?" "oh my god, I love you"

17/18 - "you're so warm" "you're freezing, jesus"

33/34 - "sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? is that so bad?" "now I know half my wardrobe went"

64/69/88 - “I can’t believe you eat pineapple on pizza…what sort of monster are you?" “I don’t think I could love you anymore than I already do.” “put me down! I can walk!”

Morning pancakes - a cheerful morning turns into one of anger and snakes

Not you - bucky has loved the reader for three years. she has loved him for two. both are dumbasses, and sam is fed up

Gone for too long - reader leaves for a mission that should take around a week, but as the days roll by, bucky gets more and more worried

Don't let me fall - bucky and the reader have been blissfully been together for three months, the two absolutely and utterly in love. but when a mission goes wrong and leaves the reader in a coma, barely clinging to life, bucky fears that he might break and this time forever

Reciprocated - after being bothered by brock rumlow’s incessant pestering of asking the reader out, she agrees but obviously regrets it. she has a ginormous crush on the star quarterback bucky barnes, who unbeknownst to her is absolutely head over heels for the girl and when she needs help getting rid of brock, he turns into her knight in shining armour

A promise kept - the reader is a SHIELD agent that used to be a double agent for hydra where she found and fell in love with bucky. but zemo has found him as well and time is ticking for the reader to save the man she loves

You don't have to be alone - reader has recently broken her leg and the only two people in the tower are pretty much her and bucky. usually, that wouldn’t be a problem but her major crush on the guy could cause some awkward moments and when feelings are revealed things can drastically change

Not pretending - reader’s reunion is just around the corner, which means meeting her ex. they used to be high school sweethearts, but after she found out he was cheating she broke up with him. but now, still being single, the reader feels like she needs to bring someone and when bucky offers his assistance, feelings might be revealed

Deserving - bucky and the reader have been together for half a year now, and he’s never felt happier. but when peter parker gets a crush on the reader, bucky slowly starts to think that maybe he isn’t the right one for her

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fuckinuchihas · 4 years

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Double date with Kuroo (me, obviously) Tsukki (you), please! Gym 3 double date! 🤩

🥺 anon

So sorry 🥺 anon....I low-key untintentionally made our double date about me and Tsukki umm but there’s a happy ending with Kuroo so...umm.. peace offering?!?

🥺🥺🥺

If you want I can redo it after I clear out my inbox

“You owe me,” I hear this tall blonde say to his darker headed friend and I chuckle a bit at them as I pass by to enter into the small Italian place where you’re waiting for me.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you but to say I was skeptical when you said the words ‘double date’ would be the understatement of the year.

I meet your eyes across the restaurant and smile fondly at you, my best friend.

“Hey love,” I say, making a stilted attempt to sit beside you in the booth before you push me back out.

“Finally, you’re here.”

“Hey!”

“Other side. This is for Kuroo,” you say and I sigh.

“Gross, I swear to god if you try to do something shady under the table, I will know and I will leave.

“Not everyone is you,” you shake your head at me and I reluctantly slide in on the other side, feeling a bit trapped.

“Rude.”

“Kuroo!” You say, lighting up and I turn to see the two guys I’d just seen outside.

Great...so I’m what inspired the debt.

Well this is definitely going to be the highlight of the evening because I’m fairly sure once he opens his mouth I’m only going to find interest in seeing how far I can make that debt climb.

“Hey, Kitten…” Kuroo says, sliding into the booth beside you. His tall friend is still standing there staring at the empty space beside me.

I curl up my nose a little at the pet name and then scoot toward the middle of the seat. “Feel free to pull up a seat if you’d like,” I say, with the fakest smile I can muster.

“Kel!” you scold me, making me feel momentarily guilty for ruining things for you on your date by being a jerk.

Ughhhhh fine I guess I’ll try to be nice.

There has to be another way to piss off the lanky blonde.

I scoot back over, “Sorry, it was just a joke…” I lie, and he seems to pick up on it but he doesn’t call me out for it.

Kuroo just smirks at me and it feels weird but now that I’ve seen it, I can see why you might think he’s cute at least.

His friend could be objectively attractive too, had I not heard the tone of derision in his voice earlier.

“Kelly it’s really nice to meet you, this is my friend Tsu-.”

“Tsukishima,” he says, cutting Kuroo off with an abrupt but well timed response.

I narrow my gaze at him. What the hell was Kuroo going to call him if not his name? They sounded similar but I guess maybe a nickname?

It doesn’t matter to me anyway, I’m surely not going to remember it later.

“Should we order?” you ask, looking adorable as always and immediately lightening the charged atmosphere with the promise of food.

“God yes..I’m starving, I forgot breakfast this morning and then I got busy with ...stuff so I haven’t really had time to eat.’

“Stuff...how informative.” Tsukishima says, drawing my gaze back to him.

“I know, right? It’s almost like it was personal stuff that I didn’t want to address but I suppose you wouldn’t know anything about that, huh?” I said, smiling genuinely at him before turning back to Kuroo, “So what was it you were going to call him again.”

Kuroo just laughed and you awkwardly cleared your throat trying to signal to me to stop being such a bitch but also knowing me well enough to know that wouldn’t work.

“Tsukki is what we call him,” Kuroo smiles.

“Awwww, how cute.” I say, and he makes some sort of Tch’ing noise but if it’s not the lighting there might be a splash of red on his cheeks and the top of his ear looks red as well.

“What do you want to eat,” you say, trying to distract me.

Clever tactic, it works.

You rolled a nat 20 for persuasion.

“I could murder some breadsticks right now,” I say, “but I want the white dip not the red pleaseee,” I say offering my best puppy eyes in your direction.

You smile and give in because you’re used to me being like this.

“A pie or individual dishes?” I ask, wondering if we could all actually share a pizza that wasn’t just plain pepperoni.

“What, one murder isn’t enough for you?” he says to me and I just blink up at him.

“Well honestly, I’m considering two at the moment but the pizza is safe,” I snark back at him.

Kuroo gives you a look that says something akin to “I’m sorry my friend is an asshole,” and you just shrug and reply with a similar look that says, “same.”

He seems to be a little flustered from my response but I ignore it and go back to talking about the food because I am genuinely hungry and it smells amazing inside the restaurant.

We decide on individual dishes and you and Kuroo both order spaghetti to which I say that if you start trying to recreate Lady and the Tramp I might actually be sick, and I see the asshole’s mouth turn up at the corner but I ignore it.

I try to settle down a little, stay quiet more so you and Kuroo can enjoy your date as well and he seems infatuated with you, I like that about him. You deserve someone that’s going to look at you that way.

The food comes and we eat quietly except for the required amount of polite small talk.

It’s somehow not the worst date I’ve been on but honestly the bar was fairly low to start with.

You and Kuroo have plans to go to the aquarium after dinner and you invite the two of us to join you but I cut that off quickly. As much as I wanted to mess with his head a little, I actually like Kuroo so I’m not as eager to put him in more debt for Tsukishima having to deal with me.

“I have some work to get back to but it really was good to meet you,” I say, smiling at Kuroo and wrapping him up in a hug when he offers a handshake.

“Tsukki,” I say with a bow of my head before heading across the parking lot where I left my car.

“Sorry about her,” you say, wincing a bit.

“No need to apologize,” Tsukishima said, and Kuroo’s brow lifted immediately. Before he can stop himself the words are out, “We should do this again sometime.”

He turns away and immediately leaves, both you and Kuroo look at each other with surprised expressions before chuckling softly at your ridiculous friends.

★・・・・・★・・・・・★・・・・・★

The aquarium is gorgeous and honestly, it’s romantic as fuck so you kinda fall just a little deeper for him. His face is beautiful any time but against the pale glow of the tanks, he’s breathtaking.

He feels the same about you and waits for his moment.

You’re standing alone in front of the Polar Regions display when he tilts your head back just a little.

‘Can I-”

“Yes,” you say quickly and a soft chuckle escapes his lips.

He leans in and presses his mouth to yours in a soft, sensual kiss. He doesn’t push further, doesn’t force it, it’s nice and warm and it fills you up inside. When he pulls away you’re both a little flustered and breathless but you don’t regret a single second of it.

“Tsukishima was right about one thing at least,” Kuroo says, “We should definitely do this again.”

★・・・・・★・・・・・★・・・・・★

MASTERLIST

#not naruto #not knb #haikyuu!!#my stuff #cringe #I’ll never live this down #but also I don’t wanna re do it right now #ignore me #🥺anon #i’m so sorry #not going in the masterlist

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cassiopeiassky · 5 years

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Travelling Soldier (I Cried)

So once upon a time I wrote this songfic called Travelling Soldier, based on the Dixie Chicks’ song, because it was quite literally blocking my brain from continuing WEMtbB. It was, I think, the second, maybe third fic I ever wrote way back in 2016. Just to get it out of my brain and free up bandwidth, I wrote in one night and posted it, and I’ve pretty much hated it ever since. I took it down, but it still pops up in my notifications from time to time and I cringe every. damn. time.

So I redid it! Was it blocking me again? Why yes. Yes it was, and I’m infinitely happier with this version. I filled it out, gave it more depth (I hope) and did some research. It still isn’t 100% historically accurate, but the song wasn’t either and so I had to kinda make peace with the inaccuracies.

Bucky x reader

Word count: 5353

Warnings: Angst, mentions of war, Vietnam war, character death.

Sunday, March 12, 1967

It was a normal Sunday morning at the café; the first morning rush is done, and now there should be a lull until the after-church crowd hits at half past eleven. After straightening the ribbon serving as a headband and making sure the bow is on top, you deftly collect your tip and wipe down the last table so you can refill the salt shakers. If you’re lucky, you should be able to get an hour or so of studying done before it picks up again. Tim, the café’s owner and cook, is more than happy to let you study while it’s slow as long as you’re prepared for the busy times. Junior year of high school is no joke, especially when you’re taking Honors level classes.

Closing your American History textbook at exactly 10:45, you look through the big plate glass window to see a young man waiting at the bus stop across the street. He’s in his army greens; he strikes a handsome figure, but he looks a little unsure. It’s no wonder, you think to yourself, this war is awful and feels like it’s been going on forever. There have been so many soldiers leaving but not nearly enough coming home.

You thank God every night for the fact that you don’t have any brothers. Your daddy served in WWII; you’ve heard the stories. He’d wanted a son, but now he’s just as grateful as you that he never got one.

You try to distract yourself from your thoughts by humming a tune as you pack up your books. After returning your backpack to the back room you straighten your bow once again – the silly thing keeps sliding down – and check to see that your apron is on straight before heading back out to the dining area.

Someone has taken a seat in the window booth of your section; the one that you were seated at just a few minutes ago. “Hi, welcome! May I take your order?” You don’t notice until you’re standing next to the table that it’s the young man you’d seen waiting across the street.

Seated now in front of you is the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen, with striking blue-grey eyes, brunette hair, and a sweetly shy smile that you can’t help but think would be devastating under better circumstances.

“Hello, miss,” his voice is quiet but even as he removes his hat and places it neatly on the table. “Just a coffee, please.”

“Sure thing, I’ll have it right out.” You nod as you head over to the beverage station and return shortly with a cup, a carafe of freshly brewed coffee, sugar, and cream. You bite your lip, trying to find a reason to stay in the presence of the boy with the enchanting smile for just a few seconds longer. “Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?” He doesn’t seem a while lot older than you, but he’s old enough to be a soldier so you treat him with the respect you feel he deserves.

“Oh no, miss, you don’t have to call me ‘sir,’” he shakes his head slightly and looks down as a blush dusts his cheeks; if you hadn’t already been entranced you would be now. “My name is James, but my friends call me Bucky.”

“Well, then you don’t have to call me ‘miss.’” You give him your name as his shy smile transforms into a brilliant grin. “It’s very nice to meet you, Bucky.”

“That’s a real pretty name,” he murmurs before taking a deep breath. “I know it’s not in your job description, but would you mind sitting down for a while and talking to me? I’m feeling a little low,” he confesses. “I’m early – my bus won’t be here for a few more hours – and, well, I guess I’d rather spend my time talking to someone like you than thinking about where I’m headed.”

How could you say no? There’s just something about him.

“I’m off in an hour and I know where we can go,” you reply brightly, almost not believing that someone as handsome as him would take an interest in a bookish person like yourself.

But Bucky nods, flashing you a lopsided grin, “I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

The minutes drag by, and you find yourself looking over at his table without even meaning to. He’s caught you a few times, and you’ve caught him stealing glances as well; eventually the two of you are gazing at each other like idiots from across the room.

“Honey, ain’t you a little young for him?” Tim leans across the counter as he grins at you. He’s a kind man in his late 60s, with a shock of unruly white hair and a deeply lined face etched from decades of joy and sadness. He and his wife, Esmeralda, hadn’t been able to have kids so they tend to more or less adopt the people that come to work for them; he’s practically a grandfather to you.

“Oh, leave her alone, Tim,” Esmeralda pats your cheek with a grandmotherly affection, “That boy looks like he must have lied on his enlistment form, cause he sure doesn’t look like he’s even graduated high school yet.” She turns to you and whispers with a wink, “He’s cute, and he’s clearly taken a liking to you. Make sure you find out where he’s headed so you can send him some letters.”

Caught somewhere between mortified and encouraged, you just nod.

Esmeralda laughs as she shakes her head, “Just head on out, honey. You’ve only got 10 minutes left anyway so I’ll finish up your last table.”

Well, she certainly doesn’t have to tell you twice. “Thanks Esmeralda!” You give her a quick squeeze and speed walk into the back room.

“Deep breath, deep breath,” you mutter while absolutely not following your own advice. What are you doing? You are technically allowed to date but is a soldier really the best idea? This war has taken so much and there’s no end in sight – and good heavens your daddy would be so upset – but there’s something about him that won’t let you go. “Oh, for crying out loud, he asked for some company, not your hand in marriage. Get a grip on yourself.” This time you more or less listen to your instructions, but you figure it still doesn’t hurt to look your best so you redo your ribbon, secure the bow on top, and remove your apron before swiping on a bit of lip balm. It feels like it took forever, but you can finally retrace the steps back to his table.

He’s already standing as he watches as you approach, his smile getting wider the closer you get.

“Are you ready, Bucky?”

“I sure am.” He holds out his arm for you to take – internally you’re screaming about what a handsome gentleman he is, but outwardly you’re mostly calmly as you link yours with his. It feels right.

Twenty minutes later, the two of you are sitting at the edge of the pier with your feet dangling above the water.

“What school do you go to?” Bucky squints into the sunlight as he lets his head fall back.

Trying not to be obvious, you watch him out of the corner of your eye. He seems a bit more comfortable now, and God, the lights in the café hadn’t done him justice. He’s beautiful. “I’m a Junior at Southside.”

He laughs unexpectedly. “Ah, so you’re a Tiger!”

“You know our mascot?”

He grins mischievously, “Only cause I was an Eagle.”

“You went to Baxton Hall?” The crosstown rivalries between the two schools is well known in your area – it makes for some really charged football games and some really bizarre pranks.

“Sure did.”

Taking a deep, dramatic breath as you clutch at your pretend pearls, you giggle, “Oh no, I hope no one sees me fraternizing with the enemy!”

He plays along with sparkling eyes, “Well if I had known you were there, I would have willingly defected.”

You duck your head as the heat rises to your face as you wish fervently for words to come. Why can’t you flirt? Why are you so bad at this?

Bucky seems to sense your sudden shyness because he slightly changes the direction of the conversation as he leans toward you. “You’re real easy to talk to.” He looks down and studies his hands in his lap. “It only would have been for a couple of years, but it would have been nice.”

There’s a sadness in his voice that overrules your bashfulness. “Didn’t you have a lot of friends at Baxton?” He definitely would have been one of the most popular boys at your school.

“Not really, no. Just a few. Most of the people in my class didn’t want to sit with the kid that was orphaned at 8 years old – they never knew what to say.” Your heart clenches at his words but he perks up, “But I did have Stevie. He and his ma took me in; they became my family. But then Stevie got sick a couple years ago and didn’t survive the winter, and Sarah didn’t survive losing him. She passed last summer. She said I made her proud, though. Said I was the first in her family to graduate high school, and she was even prouder that I did it a year early.”

“You graduated at seventeen?”

“Mmm hmm.” He smiles and nods. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Sure.”

“It was my birthday 2 days ago.”

“Really? Well happy birthday!” It’s so unlike you but you spontaneously pull him into a quick hug, nearly spilling the both of you into the water below. “You should have said something at the café, I would have gotten you a piece of pie!”

He laughs, and you wonder how someone like him happened to walk into your life. Then reality sits on your bubble, and you remember why he was waiting at that bus stop. “I wish you weren’t leaving.” The words, so forward and honest, leave your lips but when you see the hopeful look on his face you can’t find it in yourself to regret them.

“I don’t want to go,” Bucky confesses. “It was never my dream or anything, it’s just something I gotta do. For Stevie. He wanted so badly to fight for his country.” He swallows hard at the memory. “So when I realized that he was never gonna get to live his dream, I promised him I’d do it for him. I sent in my enlistment forms as early as I could, and now that I’m eighteen I can start making good on that promise.”

“You’re a good man, Bucky Barnes.”

He shrugs bashfully. “I’m trying.”

“You are.” The truth of your statement rings in your bones. You might not be able to flirt to save your life, but you’re an excellent judge of character.

He grins at you and you beam right back at him, and even though you’re young and inexperienced, you’re pretty sure the overwhelming feeling you have right now is love.

“So what do you do for fun?”

The conversation turns lighter as you tell him of your passions. He learns that you play the piccolo in the marching band, that you volunteer at the local pet clinic, and that you hope to go to college after high school. You aren’t completely sure what you want to do yet, but you do know that you don’t want to be a housewife like your momma. She’s amazing and quite honestly your hero, but she sometimes talks about how she’d wanted to become a biologist. It was a different time, though, and she had felt that the world wouldn’t allow her to follow that dream as well as the dream of having and raising a family. She chose family, but she encourages you to not settle with having to choose.

“Your ma sounds amazing.” Bucky sends a wink your way that makes your tummy flip, “That must be where you get it from.”

Thirsty for more knowledge about him, you begin peppering him with questions and learn that he loves boxing, math, and astronomy, and that he hopes that the army will eventually allow him to work within their technology development divisions. His already bright eyes light up even more as he tells you about how badly he wants to go to the moon. “You know it’s gonna happen soon! They’re gonna do it, and I hope one day I’ll be able to do it, too.”

This makes you both look up into the sky, searching for a moon that isn’t visible.

“Few more days and we’d be able to see it.” His voice is quiet, almost reverent.

“See what?”

“Yesterday was the new moon. During the first and last quarter of the moon phase you can see the moon during the day cause it is has the right positioning and isn’t too close to the sun.”

“You are so smart.” It’s hard not to stare at him, especially with the blush that’s returned to his cheeks.

“Hey,” he begins, suddenly turning shy again. “I bet you got a boyfriend, but I don’t care. I’ve got no one to send a letter to – would you mind if I sent one back here to you?”

You can’t help but smile broadly. “Bucky, I don’t have a boyfriend – my parents said that I couldn’t date until I turned seventeen, and that just happened last month.” Flashing a self deprecating smile, you continue, “It’s not like I’ve got a line of suitors banging at my door. I’m kind of a nerd.”

“Well,” Bucky begins, “their loss. If I’d met you earlier, I would’ve asked you out the morning of your birthday. A sweet, pretty girl like you should have a boyfriend, one that treats her right. If you don’t mind waiting for me, I’d love the chance to be yours.”

“Well Bucky, I think I’d love that, too,” your voice sounds much calmer than you feel as he leans in to seal the deal with a gentle kiss; your first kiss.

It’s slow and fast all at once, and when he pulls away he’s wide eyed, almost like he can’t believe he just did that. “Was…was that okay?”

“Mmm hmm,” you nod, maybe a little more enthusiastic than strictly necessary, and you feel the ribbon in your hair start to slide out of place. It gives you an idea. “Here,” you pull the ribbon completely out and untie the bow. “Give me your hand.” He does as you ask, and you gently loop it around his right wrist before tying another bow. “There. Now you’ll have something to remind you of me.”

Bucky stares at you with an astonished smile. “As if I could ever forget you.”

* * *

You begin to miss him before he even gets on the bus that will take him to Fort Irwin in California, but you receive the first letter in just six days, dated the day he left.

March 12, 1967,

Hello Beautiful,

I’m not even three two hours away and I had to start writing to you. I can’t get you out of my mind, and I think that’s okay. I don’t want to be too forward here, but I really you felt like home, almost like I’ve known you for my entire life. I haven’t felt that in a long time. Like I said, you’re real easy to talk to and that’s a special trait. I hope you’re doing okay, and you’ll probably get this too late but good luck on your history test on Friday. I’ll write again soon.

Yours,

Bucky

March 19, 1967,

Dear Bucky,

I passed aced it! I was worried I wouldn’t, but I did! I have a science test coming up in a few days, but I’m not worried about it because it’s about the moon and the solar system. I’ve been spending a lot of my free time reading about the moon because it reminds me of you, so I’m probably definitely more prepared than I’ve ever been for a test. And I saw it just a few days ago during the day, just like you said I would! I’d say that it made me wish you were here, but I wish that anyway. I don’t know how you did it in such a short time, but you sure got under my skin, Bucky Barnes. I hope basic is going alright for you! I’ll write again in a few days.

Forever yours,

You bite your lip as you contemplate your reply to Bucky. Is it too much? Too honest? Maybe you should take the ‘Forever’ out? Maybe you shouldn’t be so cheeky, maybe you should actually sign your name? But then you reread his letter, and like it has the first 20 times you’ve read it, your heart skips a beat at the greeting.

Before you can second guess yourself any more than you already have, you fold the letter, stuff it in the envelope, and seal it. It goes out with the morning mail.

The letters come twice a week, at least. Bucky tells you about his training – he did just fine in basic, and now he’s excelling in his advanced individual training; it’s hard, but his love of boxing gave him a significant physical advantage over most of the other men he was training with. That makes you proud, but your favorite parts of his letters are when he opens up his heart to you. He tells you about Stevie, and about Sarah. Sometimes you laugh out loud, sometimes you cry for him. He tells you about his fears – things aren’t going well overseas, and one of his biggest worries is that he’ll let his unit down. Eight weeks in, he tells you about his mom and dad. He shares how he felt when they died, how hard it was to move forward, and how scary it was. But then his words gain a hopeful note when he repeats, once again, how he found another family in the Rogers’, and now in you.

Of course, he tells you about the moon. Every time he learns something new or hears something about the progress in getting to the moon, he writes it down and sends it to you. You can practically hear the enthusiasm in his voice when you read the words, and that’s why you read them over and over again, and also why you’ve started collecting newspaper clippings on the subject. You send a few in your letters to him, but you save most of them so you can put them in a photo album and give them to him when he returns.

You eagerly respond to every letter, usually on the day you receive them. The words you write tell him how proud you are of his accomplishments and how much you miss him. He won’t let his unit down – you know this deep down in your bones, and you tell him so. Every Sunday you walk across town to the cemetery holding Stevie’s and Sarah’s graves and spend an hour or so reading his letters to them. You were worried when you told him this that he would think you were silly or even crazy, but when you received his reply it was obvious that you had nothing to worry about.

June 18, 1967

Hello Beauti my beautiful girl,

I’m about to start my last two weeks of AIT, so this might be the last letter you receive from me until after I get overseas. Our superiors are getting more and more strict – they’re doing their best to prepare us. I’ll still think of you every day, even if I can’t write. You’re always on my mind, even when you’re not supposed to be.

Thank you for visiting Stevie and Sarah for me. When I read your last letter and you said you were doing that, I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. You are the sweetest girl I ever met and I thank God every day that he gave me the idea to get coffee while I waited for the bus. Stevie’s birthday is on the 4th of July – if you could just tell him I said hi and happy birthday on your next visit, I’d really like that. Who am I kidding, of course you will. Beautiful, you’re practically an angel.

I ship out for Vietnam the first week of July. I’m a little worried scared honestly I’m terrified that I’m not coming back, but I want you to know that I’m gonna do everything I can to come home to you. When I left it was for Stevie, and besides, I thought I didn’t have anything to stay for anyway. But then I met you. We have a deal, Beautiful, and I plan to honor that deal. Besides, I need to get this ribbon back to you – I keep it in my pocket but I can’t wait to see it in your pretty hair again. Just keep waiting for me, okay? I promise I’ll get to you as soon as I can.

I love you.

I hope it’s okay that I wrote that, but it’s true so I’m not sorry.

I love you.

Yours forever,

Bucky

Your hands shake when you read, reread, and read the letter again.

“Honey? You planning on taking these plates to that table over there or are they gonna walk themselves?” Considering the amount of exasperation in his voice, Tim has obviously been trying to get your attention for a while.

“What? Oh! I’m sorry, I’ll bring them right over!” Pocketing the letter before picking up the two breakfast platters, the syrup selection, and the extra butter they had requested, you serve the table that has been so patiently waiting. After making sure they have everything they need, you practically run back to the kitchen. “Esmeralda, is it okay if I take my 15 now? I have a letter I’d like to write before the postman gets here.”

She flashes a knowing smile. “Better get writing, he’ll be here shortly.”

“Thank you!” you yell over your shoulder as you pick up your book bag and head out the back door. Taking a seat at the picnic table next to where the employees park, you whip out your notebook.

June 24, 1967

My dearest Bucky,

Of course it Bucky I love you, too! And I am so proud of you! There’s so much more I want to say, but I want this letter to get to you before you ship out so I’ll save it for my next letter when I have more time.

Bucky Barnes, you better believe I’m waiting for you. I’m never gonna hold the hand of another guy. I think You’re it for me.

Love,

***

Summer 1967

You still write a few times a week, but his letters start coming few and far between. It isn’t because he’s changed his mind about you – you know better than to allow your darkest doubts to even whisper that – it’s because he’s stationed at the front line. You’ve seen the news, and your heart jumps into your throat every time you hear of casualties from your state. There’s more than you’d like to acknowledge, and so you pray every night for his safety. He might be halfway across the world from you, but Bucky is never too far from your thoughts.

***

August 8, 1967

Hello my sweet, beautiful girl,

God, I miss you so much. Thank you for the cookies and the picture – the guys are so jealous, they say my girl sure is pretty and they can’t believe how well you bake. And THANK YOU for the newspaper clipping about the moon launch progress!! I’m telling you, it’s going to happen soon!

Beautiful, I want you to know that I think about you all the time. In fact, thoughts of you are what get me through this daily hell. When it’s getting kinda rough over here, I think of that day sitting down at the pier and I close my eyes, and see your pretty smile. And then, for a while, everything is better. And now I have your picture, so can I have you over my heart (in my pocket).

Don’t worry, but I won’t be able to write for awhile.

I love you.

Yours forever,

Bucky

***

September 1967

School is back in session, and you’re grateful for the distraction. You haven’t heard from Bucky in over a month and despite the assurances in his last letter, you’re worried. You read and reread his letters to you; you even bring them with you to school, tucking them into a pocket of your backpack so you can have them close.

Friday night is the Homecoming game, and you’re scheduled to play in the pep band during the football game; it’s a tradition that all Seniors play. You’re excited for it – it’s always so much fun and the team is really good this year. You dress in your school colors – an orange sweater with a black skirt and the orange knee socks that you’ve worn to every football game since you were a Freshman. It doesn’t match your outfit at all, but you tie your hair back in a ribbon that’s the same color as Bucky’s eyes, grab your piccolo, kiss your parents goodbye, and head out the door.

The energy in the stadium is electric – your team is playing your crosstown rival.

Bucky’s school.

It’s a bittersweet comfort; somehow it makes it feel like he’s here with you, but it also makes you miss him more. His absence is an ache deep in your bones.

For now, though, the game is about to start. The players are warmed up, the cheerleaders are ready, the Lord’s Prayer said and the Anthem sang, when the announcer unexpectedly breaks in. “Folks, would you bow your heads for a list of local Vietnam dead.”

Your heart in your throat, you have no choice but to listen.

“Zachary Martin Anderson.”

A few people in the band start whispering, and the boy in front of you hangs his head. You knew of Zach – he was a nice boy that graduated from your school last year.

“Jonathan Jeffery Andrews.”

Blinking back tears, you hear more murmurs. You knew Jon, too – he used to carry your momma’s groceries for her that time she broke her ankle.

“Daniel Ethan Ball.”

This isn’t a familiar name to you, but it doesn’t matter. It’s heavy on your heart anyway.

Feeling infinitely guilty, you begin whispering, “Please, please be done with the Bs…”

“James Buchanan Barnes.”

No.

“What…what name did he just read?” No one answers you; the announcer isn’t done with the list yet.

It doesn’t matter. You know what you heard.

The blood rushes into your ears and it becomes hard to breath…there’s no air here…no air at all. A few minutes later the band begins playing and you don’t even recognize the song. What are you doing here? God, it hurts so bad it hurts and you can’t breathe. You throw down your piccolo with a strangled cry, hitting the boy next to you but you don’t care. You vaguely register hearing your band director yelling your name, but you ignore him - you probably couldn’t have coherently answered if you’d tried. Running out of the band section, you blindly push through the crowds of students without knowing where you’re going until you get there.

Finally alone under the stands, the sobs start coming hard and fast. The football game begins, and for the life of you, you can’t understand how they can play. How can they play a game when so many people died?

When Bucky died?

It occurs to you that this has happened so often that by now people have grown numb unless it’s one of their own.

Now one of yours.

He was supposed to be yours forever. He’d promised. You had a deal.

But he’s gone.

Gone.

You’ll never get to hold his hand.

You’ll never get to do anything the two of you had planned, had dreamed.

It breaks you, grinds you into the dirt you’ve crumbled down upon. Your screams blend in with the cheers. Your sobs blend in with the chants. Your heartbroken wails blend in with the music as the band plays.

When you cry into the quiet, a shiver runs up your spine. The temperature has dropped and it’s a little damp. Your feet are cold, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, not really. It takes a few minutes for you to realize that the game is over, and probably has been for a while; the stands are deserted. With your heart shattered into millions of sharp, tiny pieces, you finally pick yourself up off the ground and head home.

The kitchen light is on. You’re past curfew.

You can’t make yourself care.

When you step into the kitchen there’s no chastising, no lecturing about responsibility. Instead, your momma rises from the table to wrap you in her fluffy, pink robed arms as your daddy watches you with wet cheeks.

Wet cheeks? On your daddy? You’ve never seen him cry before.

This realization has a lot less impact than it should.

“Baby? Your, uh, the boy you told us about? Your soldier?” Her voice is calm and soothing, but you hear her concern in it. Over her shoulder you can see the Western Union slip clutched in your daddy’s hand.

“He, um –“

“I know, Momma.” The tears start anew, although you’d have sworn there weren’t any left. A second set of arms comes around you – your daddy. It’s like they’re trying to hold you together and although you appreciate their care – you do – it just isn’t enough.

The truth of the matter is that you’ll never be whole again.

Your momma, upon seeing how happy you were, how much you’d glow when you received a letter from Bucky, had been supportive of your choice. Your daddy, the decorated WWII veteran, was another story. This exact situation is the reason why. There are tears in his voice when he finally speaks, “I’m so sorry, baby. I never wanted you to know what this feels like.”

They eventually lead you to sit at the kitchen table, and while your momma goes to make you a cup of tea, your daddy kneels in front of you and takes your hands into his.

“He must have really loved you, baby. You’re listed as his next of kin.”

The tears start again, harder this time.

He waits until the worst is over before continuing, “The telegram came a couple of hours ago. We went to the game to try to find you, but no one knew where you were. Your band director said you ran off during the announcement. Since we couldn’t find you, we just came home to wait.” His eyes get watery; your daddy’s proud, strong eyes have tears in them. “I hope it’s okay, I made some calls to get more details so you wouldn’t have to wait for the formal condolence letter. James, uh,” your daddy stops to rub his eyes, “James was a hell of a soldier. He died saving the life of the soldier he was patrolling with.”

A minuscule smile finds its way to your lips. “That sounds like something Bucky would do.”

Your daddy nods. “I should have known you’d pick a good one.” He swallows hard. “James’ – I mean Bucky’s unit was able to recover his body. They’ll send him back so he can be laid to rest here.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Your sore, swollen eyes turn to the slip of paper on the table. You don’t need to read it to know what it says, but you do anyway. Skimming past the “regret to inform you” and the “deepest sympathies,” you get to the line that matters.

“The soldier’s coming home.”

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Cass’s Cover Do Over: Round One

Welcome to Cass's Cover Do Over, the new monthly series where I take books who’s covers I feel could better represent the story and give them a fitting makeover. Originally I wanted to call this series Extreme Makeover: Book Cover Edition, HOWEVER, Disney owns the trademark rights to “Extreme Makeover” and I REALLY don’t want to get sued by Disney.

Now before I get into the meat of today’s post I want to give a disclaimer. I am in no way shape or form mocking or making fun of any cover designers and or authors who put their own time into making the original covers. If the authors do happen to see these posts and like what I have done I will give them the high quality images free of charge. This series is to help authors both established and aspiring better understand the do's and don’ts of Cover Design from the perspective of an aspiring author and established graphic designer.

Let’s start at the beginning WHY should you hire a designer to design your cover? Whether we admit it or not the first thing that draws your eye to a book, be it online or in a store, is the cover. I, like many others, have bought or borrowed a book because I liked the cover. I also, like many others, have kept a book because of the cover to spite the contents of the book.

The book cover is your first line of attack when trying to obtain a new reader. If the cover is eye-catching it brings that person one step closer to picking up your book. A cover should envoke the overall feeling or theme of your book and a designer will (SHOULD) be able to do that.

I see so many authors, I’m speaking about the Indie Authors though there are some questionable covers that have come from the traditional world, however, traditional authors have a minuscule amount of design input if any at all. Indie Authors are the sole decision makers when it comes to their books.

An author has put in months if not years to writing this book then if they go about things the RIGHT way they put in hundreds if not thousands of dollars (insert applicable currency here lol) into editing and formatting. Then comes time to hit the publish button and send your book baby out into the world but wait you need a book cover.

I’ve seen authors talk about this on their blogs or their youtube channels they’ve put little to no thought into the book’s cover with their first book or first few books. I’ve seen people say they just grabbed a Royalty Free Stock Photo or used Kindle Drect’s or LuLu’s cover editor to make their covers. Or even worse I’ve seen authors say they just googled pictures and find one they like and slap it up there vualá they’re done.

I am going to say this loud DON’T USE PICTURES FROM GOOGLE AS YOUR BOOK COVERS!

A: those pictures could be too small making your book cover blurry and bad. Most importantly B: You don’t know the legal ownership of that photo. Best case scenario you, by some miraculous chance, get a Royalty Free Stock Photo but most likely you will choose someone else's design or photograph and that person will be entitled to sue your ass off.

When I was still in school for graphic design we were given articles to read, wish I still had them, where authors were sued because they used someone else’s photo. Not only did that author need to pay out a percentage of back earnings the rightful owner of that photo was entitled to a percentage of that author’s royalties for the lifetime of that book or until such time as the author changed the cover image.

So I reiterate DON’T USE A RANDOM GOOGLE PICTURE.

Now on to the Cover Do Over’s

I want to note that I have NOT read these books the designs I came up with are based on a few criteria. 1: Title, 2: synopsis, 3: Genre and Age Groupe, and if I needed more to go off of 4: Reviews

White Rabbit by John Stanley

Synopsis:

All his life Gabriel has struggled with childhood memories. Or better said; the absence of them. Now a young man and married to the beautiful Alaina, the memories begin to surface in wild and terrifying nightmares. Tormented by the dark images of a faceless man, he discovers an inner strength found only in the delicate fibers that connect what is real and what is not.

A thousand miles away Professor O'Bannon, Homicide Detective with the Los Angeles Police Department, is hunting a sadistic and cunning killer who preys on the city's most innocent. He too, tormented by a faceless man who displays his victims with devastating affect. Soon fate intervenes, and worlds of the Professor and Gabriel collide in a jarring, mind-bending thrill ride that will change both their lives forever.

I believe I saw where the author/designer was going with this cover but I feel it came across more cartoonish which made it feel less thriller to me.

So I created a stylized rabbit head on a dark cracked textured background with a deliberate light source and jittered text to envoke the ominous and unsettling feeling that John Stanley alluded too with their synopsis.

The Culling by Anthony Hulse

Synopsis:

A series of child abductions are linked to Jules Devlin’s touring circus. A team of CID detectives are deployed and attempt to unravel the mystery. The performers, including a clown, a lion-tamer, a fire-eater, a dwarf, and conjoined twins harbour a terrifying secret. Jimmy Crawford, an ex-CID detective turned private investigator is hired by the parents of a teenage girl, who believe her disappearance is linked to the circus. Crawford is aided in his task by a child psychologist and a priest. Through a handicapped boy, they discover that the circus is not what it seems. DS Jenny Stiles, believing Devlin is the head of a paedophile ring, soon discovers something more sinister. Could the evil carnival be responsible for the burning of churches and their priests? The Culling is a supernatural thriller set in Whitby and Dartmoor. From Edinburgh, Cleveland and Lourdes in France, strange and unexplainable episodes occur, which leads Jenny to believe that Devlin is indeed evil.

In my eyes they only thing that tells me this book is a Mystery/Thriller is the foggy road and no I did not use a low-quality image here every image of this book I’ve found has the same low-quality image. From Google to Amazon to Goodreads it’s the same.

Aside from the SLIGHT reference to the Mystery/Thriller, I would have no idea what this book was about without reading the synopsis and there is nothing about this cover that made me as a reader want to learn more about it.

So after reading the synopsis, I saw the Mystery/Thriller aspect of this story revolves around a creepy traveling circus and missing children but like I said I didn’t get that from the original cover. So I created the circus tent and found several royalty-free stock images that would work as a background when stitched together.

I chose to go with a more circus-themed font that I created for this project to tie in the title and author name to the theme because the juxtaposition between the creepy circus background and any flat color for the typeface would have thrown off the whole feeling.

Now I have almost 20 variants of each design and the ones I’ve chosen I feel best to represent the themes as stated in the synopsis. And so you know for when you’re choosing a cover designer they, after the consultation, will go and design, depending on the designer, 3-5 or 3-7 different designs with a handful of variants for each design. I personally offer in the 3-5 design range. What I mean by variant is the designer will move around the typeface or other elements of the design and or give you different typefaces as options as well to give you more to choose from.

Also of note and again every designer is different, but every designer will offer a set amount of Revisions where they will change something you, the client, have changed your mind on. This is usually anywhere from 1 - 5 revisions before charging extra with most I’ve seen offering 3, I personally offer 5. There are also Fixes if there is something the designer fucked up they SHOULD redo it and it SHOULDN’T count towards any of the revisions. During the consultation, a designer worth their weight will take extensive and detailed notes on what you want in order to prevent having to make to many fixes or to prevent a shady client from getting more revisions than they deserve.

How do you get your designs? Throughout the process, the designer is sending you a lower quality watermarked image so they can show you the design and get your feedback. Once the designs are done and payments are paid IN FULL the designer will send you the full HD images and they are yours to do with as you see fit, unless otherwise stated.

Now let's talk about price, again here is where every designer differs but I have seen designers offer flat rate payments and usually, that is paid upfront before the designer starts working. There is a second version of a flat rate payment where there is one flat rate but you pay 50% upfront and the other 50% when the designs are signed off on which is the payment method I use. There are hourly billed payments, where you as the client are to pay for a set number of hours upfront and the rest of the payment is to be paid in full before you’re given the final product.

I’ve wanted to do this for a while now and I am glad I finally did it. One of my goals this year is to start designing book covers and I thought this would be a fun way to get my name out there.

Question of the day: Do you sometimes buy a book just because you liked the cover?

#bookworm #book cover #book cover design #cover design #cover redesign #book cover redesign #Book cover critique #judging books by their covers #cover art #book art #cover art design #art #artist #graphic design #graphic designer

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breg21 · 5 years

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Ladynoir Month: Bad Luck Charm

@ladynoirjuly2019

Ao3 FFN

Here's part 2! And boy am I exhausted. I'm calling it a night, guys! I hope ya'll enjoy!

Adrien couldn't help but feel a tad of disappointment.

It was neither his, nor Ladybug's fault, really. He had been an emotional wreck the week before, and after they kissed, she comforted him the rest of the night, and for that, he was grateful, he had this amazing, caring partner, and even though they didn't officially become a couple that night, he knew they had all the tie in the world to figure everything out, and he couldn't wait. It was all going so great.

That was, of course, until the ground began to shake beneath his feet.

The look of horror on his teachers face chilled him to the bone, yet she was easily distracted so he took advantage of that fact crawling under his desk as to have the room to himself for what came next.

He put the phone up to his ear, only to hear his father's voicemail. "Come on. Pick up for once."

He pierced his head above the desk to see if everyone had fully evacuated. The classroom was left entirely empty yet there was a strange golden glow coming from the air vents. He didn't have time to worry about that. He jumped out of his hiding spot as he yelled.

"Plagg, claws out!"

The little creature swirl around him, materializing his suit in seconds.

With a heavy heart, Chat picked up his phone one last time.

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"Come on Lil' Bug, we've got some time to fix."

Ladybug looked at the future Bunix with all different levels of confusion. "What are you doing here?"

She placed a hand on Ladybug's shoulder, making sure that they kept walking the entire conversation. "Listen, long story short, I picked on a kid who was trying to lose some wieght, it was stupid, I was young, I know. Point is, he's the akuma right now, and because of my actions, his life goes down the drain big time. So, because of my massive regret for my actions, I thought I would come back and fix that mistake."

Ladybug smiled. "That's great, how can I help?"

Bunix grimace. "You already did and it ended terribly."

Ladybug couldn't tell which feeling was strong, her confusion about time travel of her anger for being insulted for something she hasn't done yet. "I'm sorry?"

Bunix crouched down, placing her hands on Ladybug's shoulders. "No need. It was entirely my fault and I'm here to correct my mistake of trying to correct my mistake."

Ladybug blinked a few times before trying to shake her head clear of her jumbled thoughts of the complexed explanation. "Let's just say I don't understand anything that you just said. What do we do from here?"

Bunix let out a slight grin. "Me, I do nothing, I already messed this day up enough, still not as bad as the darkest timeline." She shuddered. "Word of advice, never alter the timeline after 16 shots of Tequila. Man, those ships did not work."

Ladybug stared on, completely lost to the older woman's words. "Okay… What do I do?"

"Just do what you do best, jitter bug. Take names and kick butt. Speaking of which we should get moving, we have to meet up with your kitty in a couple minutes."

Ladybug's face went flat. "Don't call him that, please."

Not saying a word, they bolted out of the locker room and onto a nearby rooftop where they were soon greeted by Chat with a goofy smile on his lips. "What do we have today?"

She gave him a confused look, trying to signal just how weird their world was going to get with their bunny friend around.

"We know quite a bit actually. The victim has super strength and incredibly fast speed, but because they're not used to their new body type, they are super bad at aiming or controlling it."

Chat looked to Alix in a state of confusion. "How bad is this guy if you're here with us."

She gave him a playful smile. "Not too bad, just, you know, time travel stuff. And I'm definitely not your lucky charm, more like bad luck charm. Anyway, have fun you two." She gave them a very forceful pat on the back pushing them off the building entirely. "Sorry!" Bunix shouted from her spot above them. "I'm still not used to super strength."

The akuma turned to her and before any of them had a chance to blink the Akuma had broken through the building they were standing on.

Both Chat and Ladybug jumped to the nearest rooftop.

When they were in reach of the akuma, Chat took a swing at it, but missed. Over and over, he tried to throw punches, kicks, or anything that would work, but he always missed his reach by a few seconds. "Okay, he's fast." Chat let out as he did his best to catch his breath.

Ladybug nodded before she added, "Yeah, and apparently he doesn't like being called Billy either." She considered calling on her lucky charm and seeing if it could give them any insight as what to do next, but thought better of it knowing that her timmer might run out too soon if she did it then.

The two looked around in the rubble to see if anyone was hurt. Luckily, they found a condemned sign amongst the wreckage.

Ladybug continued to search for the future miraculous holder, but came up short in her findings. The fear held an iron grip on her spine, and started to slowly crawl all over her being."No sign of civilians but where's Alix?"

They felt the ground shake beneath them as a blur flashed before them wrapping them both in highly muscular arms.

Chat wiggled around in the akuma's grip, trying to break free, but realized his struggles were pointless. His hold was too strong. "This is not the kind of hug I needed today."

Ladybug reached for her yo-yo, her fingertips barely able to brush the surface of the weapon, before sending Chat a wink from the other arm. "I'll have to keep that in mind for later."

The akuma victim released them as their momentum sent them both crashing into a wall.

Chat spat out a piece of rubble that found its way into his mouth. "That is, if we're still physically able to give hugs."

She readied her yo-yo as she pointed to the extremely muscular man "Hey, there! Strong arm, you want another go or are you just too slow?"

As he planted his feet firmly in the ground, Ladybug tossed the other end of her yoyo to Chat, making sure she had her footing just right. "When he makes his charge, you pull as tight as you can and when I say throw, you throw it forward with all your might."

He gave her a shaky thumbs up.

Within moments the akuma victim took off toward them, right as Bunix jumped directly in front of the cable.

"Bunix, look out!" Chat shouted, but it was too late. The akuma and Bunix were bound tightly together unable to move.

Ladybug let out a small chuckle. "Hey look, Chat. I made a rabbit trap."

The street became dead quiet before Chat burst out laughing, having to hold his stomach at bay. She felt proud of her pun. "That was so good M'lady."

Bunix rolled her eyes before she started to squirm in her confines. "That's real cute and all, but can we please get me out of here?"

Ladybug took the dumbbells from Billy's hand, purifying the butterfly and returning things to normal.

As the Ladybugs scattered about the city, future Bunix went up to the large teen. "Listen, I have a little secret for you. That girl that made fun of you today is going through a really hard time. And that definitely doesn't give her an excuse as to why she said what she said, but she hasn't exactly found herself yet and she didn't mean to hurt you."

He looked up to her with shame on his face. "I didn't mean to react the way I did, I don't like the thought of hurting anybody. It's just...I've been working out for three months and it just doesn't get any easier. I guess when I hear her making fun of me, it just made me feel like I'm never making any progress."

Bunix shook her head. "You don't have any reason to be sorry. She needs to learn that her words hurt, and you didn't deserve any of it." The bunny superhero paused as she thought over a few things. "Hey, here's a tough thought. Go to her. Tell her how you feel. I know for a fact she has an excellent fitness regimen and could really use a friend right about now."

He gave her an odd smile. "How do you know this, are you her mom?"

Bunix's face nearly cracked at that. "Close, but no. I just know someone who's lost when I see them." She looked back to Ladybug and Chat. "And I know when someone has been found."

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With the akuma taken care, of Alix went back to her own time, finally leaving the two to their thoughts. The city below glistened in the golden hour of the sunset as the two once again took their place on the Eiffel tower.

Chat looked out onto the city as Ladybug scooched closer to him eventually bumping her knees against his in an effort to gain his attention.

A loose smile formed on his lips. "What's all this about M'lady?"

She placed a hand on his upper knee. "Alix was talking about how difficult it is as a time traveler not fixing the regrets she made in life and she also told me about how in trying to drastically fix a regret she had to redo this entire day. She also said something about 16 shots of Tequila, but I honestly didn't listen to that part."

Chat let out a little chuckle at that, and she couldn't help but join in. "Point is, I don't want us to have regrets with each other and while I'm still terrified, I think that's never really going to go away. Not fully at least and not knowing who I would be dating... I don't necessarily know if I want that feeling to go away."

His air was almost gone, and knew if he lost everything else, that if he still had her, in the end, he'd find ways for everything to be okay.

She booped his nose, drawing his attention back to her. "You've loved me practically since you first laid eyes on me and have fought tooth and claw to get a fair chance. While I know there's Hawkmoth, we can't let him define who we are. If I choose to be with you, then that's my choice, we may have to fight to keep each other safe but at the end of the day, there is nobody I'd rather have my partner."

He felt like he was choking on his own tongue as hope bubbled up in his chest. "Does… are you saying what I think you're saying?"

She laughed, and he swore that sound was gonna be the death of him someday. He really didn't mind that though. She scootched even closer and into his personal space and brushed her nose against his chin. "Yeah. That is, if you want still want to."

He yelped, and flashed to his feet, scooping her in his arms, and began to pepper her face with kisses, getting every inch of unmasked skin that his lips could possibly touch and it pulled beautiful giggles from her lips and he wanted to continue and just never stop.

He loved this girl. He loved her so much, and he got to keep her.

She pulled nack, but remained in his arms. Her face was slightly flushed all around and he thought he had died in that second, because she had to be an angle. "So, um." She started out, and giggled nervously, which made his eyebrow arch in confusion, because why was she nervous now. He didn't have to wait long for an answer. "Are.. are you gonna ask me?"

Oh, his brain lit up as realization came flying in. Oh.

She wanted him to ask her to be his, and he wanted that, truly he did. But the words fumbled in his mouth. He tried once, opening and closing his mouth. Twice, thrice, four times, but no matter how hard he tried, the stupid words would not tumble out.

He had been pining for this girl for so long, and it had been only a dream in his mind, and his nerves were just eating at him. They just didn't want to leave his mouth, and he knew why.

After so long of being rejected, even though he knew her answer already he was scared to be the one to take the step in their relationship. He had given her full rein, letting her have the space she needed and wanted, and letting her set them at the pave that she needed.

Which was great, because he knew he needed to respect her boundaries, and let her do what she needed to do have them a good relationship— friendship or otherwise— But now she was handing over everything to him, she was asking him to take one of the very important milestones between them in his hands.

He was terrified out of his mind.

And she noticed, as she always did. Her face softened as she inched forward. "Kitty," she breathed. Sweets. Sweets were all he could smell, and he wanted to taste. "I've been the one to make the first move in our relationship because you've been respecting my feelings. I've cared about you a long time— even before it was romantic— but you've cared about me for so much longer."

His breathing stopped, and he could feel his adam's apple bobble in his throat as she cupped his face as he contoured her argument. "Because that's what you deserve. You deserve the world, and I'd give it to you if I could."

Her smile was so bright. He wanted to kiss those happy lips. "That's why I want you to ask me. You've waited so long. Please. You should be the one to ask me."

He could tell she meant her words with the utmost sincerity, and who was he to refuse his lady? He didn't think he could if he tried, it'd hurt way too much. "Ladybug." He swallowed the pool of spit that had built up. "Will you please be mine?"

The forever part was silently implied.

She giggled, moving onto her tiptoes to press her lips onto his for a slow, sweet, lingering kiss that broke between smiles. Everything else ceases to exist after that. "Of course, kitty." Another kiss that was interrupted by their face eating grins. "You wanna know a secret though?"

Breathing on his own was becoming impossible, but she was sharing enough. In a daze, he asked, "What's that, bugaboo?"

Against his mouth, she whispered, "I already was."

*Slams fist on table* I demand more fluff. I love fluff. I live for fluff. Take that away from me, and you will not see a happy girl. You should be scared in fact. Anyways. Till tomorrow, guys! Lots of love!

#ladynoirjuly2019 #LadyNoir #ml #mlb #miraculous ladybug #love square

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jojosthetic-boogaloo · 5 years

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@staruplatinum says: hey so I’m sending this as a submission because I don’t want to send multiple asks. I hope this isn’t to too long. Thanks in advance and I hope your account gets 11111100000000x more followers because you deserve it. Such a cool and unique idea! 💓

anyways,, I’m a bisexual Italian girl, but I prefer men. Im 20. I’m a Taurus (super stubborn and reserved) and I’m quite shy. I am a survivor of abuse, because of that, the last few years of my life have involved me being extremely shy and quiet. I can relate a lot to Jotaro because honestly - I rarely talk. Especially with new people. I have really bad anxiety lol and I try not to get too involved with drama. In my free time I workout/weightlift. I enjoy helping others, and I love children. My close friends consider me the mom of the group because I take care of everyone, and I always put people before myself. I’m short (5’2), and I have a toned physique that I maintain every day at the gym. (I take working out and eating healthy super serious xD) my hair is naturally black but I currently have it dyed silver. I love to cook + clean 🧼

There’s not much else to say ;___; I just want one of these sexy men from the jojo universe to protect me and hold me ~ ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

Honey hi! Dia here! Much much much love from this (currently melting from Spain’s heatwave) gal! You’re so sweet dear!! And I can only wish to get recognized out there ;W; But, I must accomplish being known with consistency and effort! So I’ll do my best for you guys!

Rambling over! Onto your lovely matchup! Since you did tell me in DMs that you wanted a moodboard, I’m adding one here too, yowza!

Now now, though at first it was an intense “JUST SLAP JOTARO IN HERE” kind of reaction, I decided to think it over! I gave you a brochup just because of this simple fact! Hope you like it! (If you don’t, you’re always free to tell me to think it over or redo anything you’re not good with! I really won’t get mad I just want you all to enjoy what I write for ya!)

Translation: “Let’s change the world together, my love”

Jean Pierre Polnareff!

You actually met at the gym! He was new to this one, and he so happened to get an instant crush on the hot silver haired girl weightlifting for her life in a most ridiculously gracious way. Why were you the only one there though? He didn’t care much, for now.

He walked up to you, trying to make himself look cool and resting on a weights machine next to you, his arms crossed and a flirty smile on his lips. When you noticed, you rolled your eyes. Not this type of dude again. When you were about to start with your usual “Listen dude…”, he spoke up, and you didn’t expect his speech to be… like that.

“Hey there! Our hair matches! That’s pretty cool right? We could be gym buddies, that way we match in more stuff, right?” He said, an almost childish grin on his face. Was this man for real or was he just that oddly, innocently cute. You rose from your position, leaving the weights to the side and facing him with your arms crossed as well.

“Where did you come out from?” You asked, unintentionally aloud. And he quickly answered. “France! And if you ask as of right now, the door right there!” You couldn’t help but chuckle, okay, the guy was funny. Oddly cute for the respectable amount of muscle he packed teamed with his height, but no matter, cute.

“Alright… french guy, you can be my gym bud. I warn you, I get here early.” He gave you a thumbs up and a wide smile. “Três bien! Now, let me sit right here and do some bench pressing, buddy.”

You never actually got around to share each other’s name that first day. Nevertheless, you were surprised to see him appear there the next day right about 10 minutes after you did. How did he manage to get there in such close range of time when you never even told him when you exactly clocked in?

“Bonjour mademoiselle! I didn’t quite catch your name yesterday, what was it?” You stood there, kind of still confused on his punctuality and shook your head. “Well, I’m Y/N, pleased to… meet you? Again?” He gave you a hearty laugh and a nod, extending his hand to shake it with yours. “And I’m Jean Pierre Polnareff, just Polnareff is fine, though, Y/N.” You timidly stretched your hand out, gently feeling his bigger, warm hand envelop yours. That was the start of your relationship; gym buddies.

As time went by, you had exchanged numbers, and texted each other about jogging routines and when you’d go to the gym to meet up. But one day, he asked through a simple text. “Could we go to the movies today?” You pondered. This was the first time Polnareff had offered to meet anywhere that didn’t imply exercise. After some doubting, you replied curtly with a “Sure.” This did not stop Jean Pierre from smiling idiotically in his apartment upon reading it. His plan was going smoothly.

When you met in the evening, you were surprised. And so was he! You looked so different in casual clothes from your more sporty usual ones. With a slight blush to his cheeks due to the pleasant surprise and thinking about how cute you looked, he offered to go kill some time before the movie started and go for a drink in the meantime.

You sat on a newly opened healthy shakes local. As you drank your juice, Polnareff had been chatting casually about this and that, you were paying attention, really! But your eyes worked in a different wavelength than your ears. While you tried to focus on whatever he was talking about, your eyes wandered from his broad shoulders to his collarbone, to his toned pectorals and then back up to his face. His beautiful icy blue, almost grayish eyes staring back at you as he talked. He was talking… so you dragged your gaze from his eyes to his lips. Was it weird you wanted to touch them? They looked so plump and… they looked nice okay, you wanted to feel them, even if for a moment.

“Y/N, is there something on my mouth?” He seemed to have caught on with your staring and made you snap out of your thoughts. You blinked, leaving your cup down on the table and about to shake your head no. Instead, you kept staring at him, giving a small nod and leaning over the table, timidly raising your hand and muttering a very quiet “Don’t move.”

You pressed your thumb to his lower lip, making a wiping motion as you slid it along and finally retreated. He couldn’t help but stare back at you with a deeper blush on his face, thinking on how nice that felt and how he, now even more so than before, wanted to kiss you. But he’d refrain, he respected you first and foremost.

When you finished your drinks, and the time for the movie to start had arrived, you awkwardly got up and made your way to the cinema. Once there, you sat and focused on the screen. Even though both of you could barely focus on the screen, the tension from before still on your bodies.

Halfway into the movie, you saw Polnareff had timidly let his hand rest facing up on the armrest that divided yours and his seat. Taking this silent offer, you slid your hand timidly from your thigh to gently place it on top of his, tangling your fingers together and feeling how he squeezed, upon looking up, seeing he had a childish smile on his face with his eyes glued to the screen, refusing to look back at you out of embarrassment yet.

After a few minutes of holding hands, you felt him shift slightly on his seat. When you turned around to face him, you saw he had put his whole arm on the armrest, resting on his elbow and slightly tilted to your side he kept watching, but, as you observed, he was slowly falling asleep.

Taking this chance, you leaned close and put your temple to his, carefully nudging him to stay awake. He turned his face around to face you with a sheepish smile on his lips, giving you a nod and turning around once more to watch the rest of the movie.

When you got out of the cinema, you’d awkwardly stood next to each other in silence, only broken when Polnareff took charge and started walking slowly, offering you his hand once more with a timid smile. You took it in yours and quickly caught up to him, now both of you walking together in pleasant silence on your way back home.

It was quiet and tranquil outside, not many people were around at this time of the night. After some time, when you started recognizing the path that lead to your house, he spoke, an utterance so quiet and firm sounding that you needed to take a minute to process correctly.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze once more. When he looked back down at you, his preoccupied pout turned into a tight lipped, lopsided smile on his face. You looked embarrassed, and you didn’t really look him in the eye, but the way you had tenderly clung into his arm told him everything he needed to know to feel at ease.

Without another word spoken, since you were terrible at handling this situation even if you really wanted to speak up, you decided to rest your head on his arm, holding into it in the most sweet way you managed to, hoping the feeling came across to Jean Pierre.

“Lord have mercy, for I’ve fallen deep for this girl.” He thought.

Brochup: Jotaro Kujo & Muhammad Avdol

Jotaro Kujo because…

You’re a physically strong lady, he can get behind that, he thinks you’re really cool for it. The fact that you’re reserved much like him only adds to the mix of things he likes about you; you’re relatable, you’re real, nothing about you is fake to him. And quite honestly, he’ll fight anyone who dares say otherwise, barefisted.

You’re nice to hang with! You are chill and don’t talk much, he thanks you for this internally. What can he do, he’s bad at conversation and so are you, perfect bros.

One of those friendships that relies on being comfortable in each other’s presence without the need of words, Jotaro DIGS that, immensely so.

He secretly likes it when you teach him how to cook new things. Even if he messes up most the time, you always help him clean up and start over again! He finds you the sweetest person and most versatile in expertise he’s ever met. Except his mom, his mom and you are both beings to watch out for.

Muhammad Avdol because…

Avdol just really really likes how you treat others around you! The way you interact is so gentle and caring! He relates to that, he also likes to make those around him happy, and that’s one of the strongest points as to why he’s one of your bestest friends!

You’re good with kids, that’s very important for him. Treating with care and nurturing the youth with either love or knowledge is vital from his perspective. And you do just that! He thinks you’ll make a wonderful parent, if you ever even decide to be one, of course. He won’t ever pressure you about that subject.

He teaches you new workout techniques and loves to hear you speak about you thoughts on the gyms you train in, the people you meet in them or just your life in general while you kick into his open palm.

Teaches you new recipes and helps you improve the ones you know! He’s a great chef, so you’re always delighted when Avdol texts you a “Guess who just learnt how to cook x thing?”. That��s when you know you’re in for a fresh and wonderful cooking lesson.

#jean pierre polnareff #jotaro kujo #muhammad avdol #moodboard matchup #matchup #jojosthetic-boogaloo #staruplatinum #submission

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okimargarvez · 5 years

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HURT- open wounds - 22

Original title: Hurt.

Prompt: Luke’s dark thought, destiny, contrasted love.

Warnings: sexual content, dark thoughts.

Genre: angst, drama, romantic, smut, dark, mistery, frienship.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, BAU team, O.C.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: multichapter.

Legend: 💏😘😈🔦🐶❗🎈👻.

Song mentioned: La tua vita intera, Tiziano Ferro.

Hurt- Masterlist

GARVEZ STORIES

Note: this is the last chapter. This story is ended!

Chapter 22-

-This story will end today, in some way. It's clear by now.- Penelope stands up and approaches him, without touching him. Luke can see her shiny eyes, but also the stubborn expression.

-I know. That's why I'm afraid.- the voice trembles, but refuses to give up. He hugs her, caresses her back and whispers sweet and comforting words.

-Hun, darling, look at me.- he takes her face in his hands. -I'm afraid, we are all afraid. But I can't promise you anything other than that I'll do my best, I'll be careful, because nothing will happen to me. Because I don't want to lose you, I don't want to lose the opportunity to stay with you and now we have to take care not only of Roxy, but also of Twisty...- he smiles, even a few tears fall from his eyes. -It's a great responsibility.- the last word is cut from her lips.

-Yes, it is. So be sure to bring your ass back home tonight, otherwise I'll go out with that man of the billiards that always flirts with me...- Luke laughs and grabs her by the wrists, bringing her closer to him again.

-Oh yes?- he knows he still has only a few seconds. They have to go and save Diana. They kiss again, then get out of the bunker. He must concentrate on the mission, he can’t think of Penelope in a fixed way, because this could distract him and make him commit some imprudence.

The blonde woman now feels powerless, because she can only wait for the facts to unfold, there is no information that can be useful to him, she has no way of preventing things from going as they should, but she has a terrible, dark premonition that digs in her bowels. She feels the desire to vomit, scream, cry. She hasn't had a chance to tell him how much she really loves him. Now, thinking back to the first months, how she behaved, trying to keep him at a distance, then realizing that she fell in love with him, all too soon... she is not being able to do without him. Now, she feels like an idiot. It started in such an absurd way, it is absurd even that Luke can really love her... yet he does. Please, Lord, let everything work out for the best. I know I ask You too many favors, but in that house there are so many good people who don’t deserve to die, including one in particular, and... and I promise You that I will be able to clearly demonstrate to him what I feel for him, if You let him come back in one piece.

Lindsey poses the detonator and he handcuffs her and takes her outside. He feels less the burden on his heart. The helicopter trip goes by very quickly. As soon as it comes down, he runs into Garcia's room, nobody notices, but even in that case, he doesn't care. Maybe she heard his footsteps, because she waits for him on her feet. She hugs him hard, doesn't want to let him go. -Love, it's ok. It's over. I told you it would be over. Spencer won. We won. Lindsey is in our hands, Cat is in prison and Diana is safe. Do you want to see him? Soon Reid and JJ will arrive too.- he raises her chin, she puts her lips on his, but in a moment the kiss becomes more ravenous.

-I... I need it... it's so wrong, isn't it?- he doesn't let her replicate, he shakes his head and leaves the room, followed by her. A great promise lies on her head, yet here again she can’t find the courage to keep it. Then she sees all the others, already waiting, including Reid's mother and decides to postpone it later. She wants to enjoy this moment, because as JJ said many years before, they have so few good memories in these rooms. They see so many horrible things, the darkest points that the human mind can reach... so it is also good for the atmosphere of the building to be charged with positive energy. The elevator doors open, here is Spencer; Emily sends Diana forward, they exchange a few jokes in a low voice, then the hug. How much she misses her parents right now. She has never yet spoken to Luke about them, or rather not about their death and her feelings of guilt about it. She hasn’t yet told him a lot of things, all those that she didn’t want to say. Things must change. She had made a promise to him (apart from that to the Almighty): that once the story of Reid was resolved, they would have told the team about their relationship. That they are together. And now she will have to keep it.

She's thinking about this when she gets a text from Emily. She just says to go to hers bunker and so she hurries. But inside there is... Derek. There really is Derek Morgan, beautiful as always, even if that long beard makes him strange, he still remains the most attractive male specimen of the entire universe, her chocolate thunder, her statue of a god carved in... sorry, Luke.

She strives to regain control of her mind, then he comes out with his -Hey babygirl.- and that smile. It's too long since she heard that voice, that nickname, then she melts, sending to hell any effort to look like a normal person. Not with him, although there is Prentiss to watch the scene.

-Oh my God, oh my God, it's you!- she hops around in his arms. -It’s really you! You smell...- she closes her eyes to better enjoy the moment -…like… you smell like hope and happiness! It’s really you.- then they separate, but keep holding on to his arm.

-Yes, it's me, it's me, but listen.- he takes her face in his hands. -You gotta focus, ok?- Penelope knows he is perfectly right, so she tries to listen to him.

-Yeah. Anything. Anything.- she nods. -Focus... focus on what?- Emily lifts a cell phone and shows it to her.

-This text.- it says that Reid got out of prison and wants to see Derek, and that he must write to her if he wants to get the address of the security house where his mother was put. But it is signed with her name.

-Oh crap.- the blonde's heart leaps and she thinks exactly what her colleagues had already suggested. A trap. In fact, when she saw Luke enter her bunker shortly before, something, like a little voice, told her No, it's not over yet, but she didn't want to be right. The bad guys were in prison and the good guys were safe. What could happen? Now the answer is there, before her eyes. They move back to the meeting room.

-I know we are all tired, but we might have a new load on Mr. Scratch.- that damn bastard is one of the criminals he has to thank for letting him know Penelope and true love, at more than forty years old. It is the asshole that led him to combine his path with that of the BAU, finally accepting to become a full-time profiler. He didn't believe he would make it, but now here he is. He faced so many different cases, most of it had nothing to do with Scratch or his modus operandi, yet he did it brilliantly, he managed to make his own contribution... in these people gathered here, plus Spencer who is not present because he is enjoying his new-found mother, he has earned a family. They aren’t just colleagues, but this is not something that happens everywhere, unfortunately. For example, it didn't happen with the members of the task forces, except with Phil... And you saw the result of having a friend in the middle. Friendship and love make you vulnerable to attacks. But looking at the blonde woman next to the chief of the unit, he consciously accepts to risk again, to mix the work with personal facts. But this time it will be different. There will be no ghosts of women to torment him and ask him why you had to send my husband, among all those who were available. Phil didn't even have the qualification to work on such a mission. What happened to him is your fault. Your fault.

-Somebody did a bang-up job of cloning my cell phone to send Morgan a fake text luring him to a non-existent safe house. And whoever that somebody is has mad skills.- but he is not the only one who is staring intently at Penelope. In fact, even that other man, the only one who doesn't know in person, the elusive ex-special agent Derek Morgan, is watching her carefully. Luke doesn't want to be jealous anymore, he doesn't want to repeat what he did when he saw a guy flirts with her at the bar or he saw her talking to Sam, her ex. He doesn't want to redo those mistakes. He trusts her, knows she doesn't love Morgan anymore, he's just her best friend and he has to be able to accept it.

-The kind of skills Scratch has.- Walker says.

In any case, he can't stand it. He has to get in the way, shooting even a useless question, but he must ask it, provoke her, remind her who is her boyfriend in this room. -Were you able to trace where the hack came from?- immediately he sees the expression of his woman stiffen. She looks up at the sky, assumes a very theatrical pose. She is reciting this part hopefully for the last time.

-Do you see what I have to put up with?- she asks to Morgan, but pointing towards Luke. The former agent frees his crossed arms.

-Alvez- he says. It's a strange thing, to be called by that one, who until he saw him was just another ghost, a fading creature, just a name, not a real person and now he is too much. -You always get a location, with this one.- and he puts his hand on Penelope's shoulder, literally squeezes it , while he looks at Latin in a... malicious way. As if, despite having been the last to see them, so he shouldn't know anything about them, instead he has understood everything. And in this case the situation is serious, because it means that the love he feels is printed directly on his face. Or that the blonde had talked to him, about the two of them, well before they officially got together. He will ask her as soon as he can. But right now he can't help but feel jealousy, pure jealousy, or rather the extreme intense desire to go there and take those fingers off his woman's body, to be able to pretend he is more at a distance, shouting, not just to Morgan, to others too, how things really are. But of course, he can't. He confines himself to a slightly mentioned smile, which blends perfectly with those of the others, next to him. And to put just a hand on the gun. Not that he is going to use it, but... it reassures him. -You guys are all good to go.- he adds, finally returning with folded arms.

-Obviously Morgan can’t come with us. He is a civilian now.- too bad, in case there will be ever a terrible accident... But no! He is married, with a small child. Luke, take control of your mind again. Penelope now loves him. But she hasn't said it yet. But she made it clear. It's enough? No, but it must be.

-We will miss you out there.- JJ says. Even Derek doesn't seem very happy.

-I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it out there in the field with you guys. I think about it every day. But between my old friends and my new friends- he clearly points towards Luke -you guys are gonna go out there, you're gonna handle your business, you're gonna make people feel safe, and then you're gonna come home. And that's all that matters.- he is forced to admit that he is right. It's the only thing they have to do. But once this Scratch story is solved, they will have to give them at least a mini vacation; he will take Penelope to the mountains, where his grandparents had a chalet, they will stay there with Roxy and Twisty, they will enjoy walks and dinners by candlelight and after dinner under the stars...

-Let's saddle up.- the leader says, bringing him back down to earth. It's not over yet, but it will be soon. They all come out except the two best friends, he can't help but throw a last look at the blonde and in that look there is both the renewal of her promise (I'll come back home alive) and a slight warning (Don't forget who is the man you will wait with open arms).

Penelope asks Derek to accompany her to her den, even if for a moment she is tempted to tell him everything, about her and Luke, because she needs to let off steam with someone, to let her terror out. Scratch is a terrible adversary, he has almost destroyed Hotch's life, forced him to hide for Jack's sake, made him relive Hailey's murder, kidnapped and tortured Tara's brother, he knew perfectly well that Agent Alvez had joined their team... he knew too much about them, with too much warning. There was certainly a mole in the Bureau and their next mission would be to find out who it was. But right now she could only sit there, greet her best friend and then, in her bunker, listen to conversations among her colleagues. Limit herself to this.

Listening to Morgan talking about his baby, about the fact that he started walking... she has an extreme desire to cry, but this time with emotion. She had never thought of him as a father, but clearly he is perfect in this role. She should have known when he insisted on taking the baby Henry in his arms. And she can't help but wonder if Luke would be a good father too... a useless thought, since she is out of time, but they have Twisty and Roxy, and they are such a wonderful family too.

-I'm so proud of you.- he says, stroking her cheek. -I love you, always.- but then he changes his tone. -But do you think you can try to be a little friendlier, with Alvez?- bigger fear responds in her place, making her raise her eyes to the sky.

-Oh my God.- she really thinks If you would know what is the truth, and how really friendlier I’m with Alvez, you wouldn't reproach me. She has nothing to laugh about it.

-Hey, hey, hey. Look at me. He seems like a pretty all right kid.- and he smiles. You knew how much it is! He's like you, but he doesn't just play with double meanings... he makes them become concrete. He is intelligent, insightful, clever, mischievous. Sexy, jealous. Sweet, insecure, he has so many shadows that follow him, as you, but I think he has a little less of your willpower to overcome them. That is why I am there, and I will help him.

-He… I... it's complicated. I'll try. I make no promises.- already, enough promises, because so much fails to respect them. Suddenly the thought that they are already out hits her, they are in danger and that something horrible could happen at any moment. It doesn’t abandon her even while she greets his chocolate thunder, receives his kiss in the air and sends a bigger one back to him, remains to stare at the area until she realizes that he has really gone (again). And then she walks towards the bunker and connects with the others. -All right, Boltron, sound off.- a joke, to play down. She listens to someone's voices up to her. Ok. So far so good, they are still all alive and... She doesn't have time to finish thinking. Suddenly she hears a skid, braking noises, and doesn't understand what's going on.

Then she hears Emily ask -Is everyone ok?- and the others answer in the affirmative. Not even ten seconds pass. An even louder sound destroys her ears, so much so that she is forced to take off her earphones. She tries to contact them, but no one shows signs of life. So she sends a team of ambulances to the crash site and only then, she allows herself to faint for a moment.

But this is a luxury that she can’t afford too long. The phone rings, she replies, is one of the paramedics. -Mrs. Garcia, we're bringing them to the...- but besides the address, he doesn't want to say more, about for example the conditions of her colleagues. So she drives up to there, passing every second from the most absolute discomfort to the optimism that characterizes her. She also calls Derek, to warn him of what happened and Spencer. Both said they will reach them as soon as possible. But she doesn't have time to wait for them. Then she parks, enters, asks the reception, all automatically, trying not to think. If she would did, she would stand motionless, too afraid to feel something she wouldn’t be able to overcome. They tell her the floor where they are hospitalized. The first she sees is Rossi. He wears a neck brace, but otherwise he is standing and seems to be fine.

-Penelope...- as soon as he hugs her, her armor collapses miserably. -Quiet, we're all fine, it's all right...- and yet something in his tone doesn't convince her. And the suspicion becomes atrocious after she enters their rooms and sees everyone except Luke. Why isn't he with others? Yet she doesn’t have the courage to ask anyone. She sets foot in the last and here is the answer. The body lying on that bed is completely covered with a white sheet. Dead. He can't be gone. He can't have abandoned her. She approaches a few steps but doesn’t dare to lift it. Not yet. -Why, Lord, did You have to put him in the middle?- she doesn’t notice at all that someone else has entered and remains on the threshold to listen to her. -It was my mistake, a lack of mine. I'm the one who doesn't have the courage to tell him how much I love him, how much I can't be without him and now... I'll have to try, but I don't think I'm able to do it. No. I know You have heard it said so many times, that they say that time helps, that what doesn’t kill you strengthens, makes you fat...- she doesn’t hear a slight chuckle behind her. -But I am very sure: I will not be able to recover. So, don't send me another handsome man to replace him, because I realized that no one replaces anyone. Derek is Derek and Luke is... he was...- she can't finish the sentence. -In short, I won't fall for a third time. I will always remain faithful to him, for what still remains for me to live... my only priorities will be Roxy and Twisty. I will never find another man so handsome, so interested in me, and above all...- huge male hands appear on her hips. She doesn't scream, because she seems to have recognized the scent that wrapped her. She is afraid to look down, but she forces herself to do so. She can no longer let her fears dominate her life. And she recognizes those hands. But it can't be...

-Hello.- he just tells her. Exactly the same word he had said to her the first time he saw her. -Hello, I'm Luke Alvez, from the task forces. I’ll collaborate with you in the case of Cullen...- she had ignored the hand he held out to her and merely glancing at him and raising her eyebrows, she had claimed -Penelope Garcia, computer technician. Now excuse me, but I'm very busy...- and she was gone, walking away on her vertiginous heels. -Penelope, love... are you okay?- it is not a hallucination, but this doesn't make less painful what she has felt. But she must be sure. She walks away and lifts the white sheet. Crumpled and wrinkled skin, different stitches... she lets it fall back down. It is an elderly person.

-Luke, I thought you were... dead.- the man makes a sign that he knows, he wraps his arms around her body to keep her closer. He too had the same terror. -It would have been my fault, because I can't tell you... show you.- it's ridiculous, she called thousands of people like that, she said that word to many people. She lifts on her toes and takes him by the face. He believes she wants to kiss him, but her intentions are different. -I love you.- she finally says. -I love you.- she repeats, as if the fact that she had worked so hard to pronounce it had opened the dam of her fears. -I love you and I understood, after all these years, that those two words are often not enough, that all that is between us is more important, that you were right: to stay awake waiting for your love to come back, is the biggest I love you that you can say.- she smiles, absorbs Luke's smile and now yes, he finally lays his lips on hers. Then she takes his hand and they leave the room.

-Pen, it's risky, the others are around here. They could see us.- he wants so much to get rid of this secret, but he will always and always put what she wants and what she needs, in the first place. Penelope sighs, increasing her grip.

-I know, but I'm not afraid anymore.-

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I need you : Chapter 18

It’s a while since I didn’t post, i’m sorry!

I got my best friend at home for long time (and we played Kingdom Hearts 3 I’m so happy) and then I forgot to upload the chapter there.

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In a matter of few seconds, Gavin had asked two questions. ‘Cocoa or not?’ and ‘Bath or shower?’

Under his blankets, tightening them around his frozen body, Niles waited because he had say ‘yes’ and ‘bath’. So his Android, his lover, was preparing everything. Honestly? He had just accepted the cocoa to pleasure him but he really looked forward the bath. He was shivering of cold…

When he saw the GV200 leaving the bathroom and walking to the kitchen, just in t-shirt, Niles looked him pass. His arms were beautiful. He loved watch him. He was a really pretty model, in his opinion at least, and he wondered why they never tried to redo the same. He could have been use in many way.

Many many way.

Like those CX100? He had heard they were used as sexual partner. And, in fact, he could imagine the Android moaning under him, his cheeks red as his lips and…

What?

Where that thought was coming from? He couldn’t imagine sex since… way more than six months. And Gavin seemed to be so pure…

But this thought was even more strange to him. Suddenly, he felt really jealous. No, he didn’t want anybody to have someone like Gavin. And especially not as a lover. He wanted to be the only one to have someone as pretty as him, as awesome as him. He was the only one that could be his partner…

When he saw Gavin came back, he had still that burst of visceral jealousy.

“It’s almost done for the cocoa!” the Android let out as he walked to the bathroom.

Niles felt like a stupid child, the same he’d choke with his bare hand if that was legal, when he let out: “I’m cold.”

“Yay, yay, that’s coming.”

“I could use a warm hug,” he added.

“And that’s coming too,” Gavin said.

Niles bent a bit to see him go in the bathroom and he let out a sigh. He was pathetic. So pathetic. How could he be so childish? Act like Gavin was his like he was just an object?

He didn’t deserve someone like Gavin…

But he couldn’t bear the idea to lose him.

He wanted to call him, to wallow him to be sure he won’t leave.

No. No he couldn’t!

And if Gavin hated him for that?

Is head was hurting him, ugh…

He took his head in his hands, letting go a huge sigh. Why? Why! He wanted to be still happy but then, he was just hating himself. He was so awful. Gavin had been so cute to want to have sex with him even if that was so new for him and him, he thanked him how? With a powerful and awful sexual thought followed by hate and jealousy.

He looked his own palms were he had pressed his head, his glasses pressing so much against his own face, hating himself so much.

He didn’t get the single thing with his live…

“Hey, Gorgeous?”

“I’m not…”

“Hey, Beautiful?”

Niles felt a soft kiss on his temple then arms around him, a nose nuzzling in his hair.

“Here’s your hug.”

“… Thank you.”

“What’s happening?” He kissed the hands covering the sweet face.

“I don’t want to bother you.”

“I look like you bother me? Come on… Tell me, Gorgeous. I’ll take care of whatever the problem is.”

“I don’t want to share you… I want you all for me.”

Gavin took his hands to uncover his face and he caressed his cheek. “I just want to be with you. Don’t want to be with anyone else. I’ll stuck at you like a chewing gum at your shoes.”

“Do I deserve you?” Niles asked.

“Is it the real question?” Gavin cupped his both cheeks. “Because… that is non-sense. No, you don’t deserve me…”

Niles looked down.

“But there is no deserving there. Look at me.”

The man couldn’t do it, the words still sinking in him.

“Niles, look at me. Or should I striptease to have your attention?” he joked.

Stern tried to calm himself, trying to rise his face but he didn’t deserve Gavin. But… there was no deserving?

“Wh… What do you mean?”

“I mean there is no question about deserving someone else. You did nothing to have me except being you and every inch of you is… DAMN! And I don’t think I deserve you. I did nothing to get you, just being me, taking care of you. But I’m really, really happy because… Ugh, I don’t say those things and I even don’t know what the phck is with all of this because I’m an Android… but I do care about you and don’t want to see you like that.” He squeezed one of his hands. “Don’t talk about deserve because if we start like that… does that mean we deserve what we get there? I can’t think that. And I decide to not!”

“You’re stupid,” Niles whispered.

“Yay!”

“I’m sorry to bother you with all of that. I’m trying.”

“What’s pissing me of is to see you unhappy. I’ll make you happy,” he swore.

“You’re making me happy, it’s just… Suddenly, I become sad and… and for some stupid things. I don’t even know…”

“That’s okay. Lay it on me. Okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yay.” Gavin kissed his lips. “Now come… You’re still cold and I want to hug you in that bath.”

Niles still thought he didn’t deserve him. He wouldn’t think about that as he watched the Android got up and offered him his hands. In fact, he was just becoming stupid because he needed someone to care about him? Yeah, yeah… there was still Connor but, once again, Connor had his live.

Gavin had nothing except him and…

And, God! He was still an asshole to depend of him.

Why was he doing that?

“Niles.”

The tone was firm and made him look up.

“Take my hands and got up. Now.”

This tone…

Niles got a powerful shiver along his spine and he caught the hands, pushing on his feet to get up. He realized he started to be comfortable on his legs, at least just when he got up. That wouldn’t be that if he continued like that, if they take a shower.

“So like it when I’m rough and command you. Noted!”

“In fact… I don’t. I always annoyed Fowler, our Captain, because when he gave me orders, I did, because he was mu superior and I respect my superiors, but I did it with overzeal. And that irritated him so much.”

“That’s almost sexy,” Gavin laughed as they walked to the bathroom. “So you’ll run over to do some zeal? Should I put you a leash on?”

“Don’t even try,” the man replied.

But his mind was somewhat shivering from that mention.

What?

He was becoming really weird.

But this weekend was really charged with emotions, good and bad, and he was lost.

Gavin was laughing, probably because of his reply, and Niles looked him, his eyes blinking a bit. Maybe he had borne his tone, his command, because he was totally genuine? Yes… Gavin looked like a tug and strangely pure.

And… damn, he loved that in him too.

“You sit on the bath? I’ll grab the cocoa, it probably still hot. Like you!” Gavin made his fingers like guns and winked.

Niles blinked as the Android left the room.

“Wait!” he let out at the moment he was about to leave.

“Yay?” The GV200 turned his head toward the man and couldn’t help but smile when he saw him walk to him.

He felt the hands on his cheeks and his chin a bit rose then lips brushing is.

“It’s okay?”

“Do it.”

The kiss innervated every fiber of his body, making his LED flickering with a strange pleasure. This kiss full of passion and love was way beyond those they had shared. He was more like the drilling one they had shared when they had fallen.

He couldn’t help but reply at this kiss, gave up on it, passing his hands around Niles, letting his hands on his lower back. A good way to feel his cold skin and be able to hold him, support him.

Phck… his skin was really cold.

He moved back and felt the hands pressing a bit his cheeks.

“Please.”

“It’s okay, little Gremlins, I’ll kiss you as much as you want as soon as you will be naked and in that bath. You’re so cold.”

“I thought I was hot.”

“You’re hot but you’re cold.”

“Gavin, play Katy Perry Hot’n’Cold” Niles let out. He blushed a bit, passing his arms around his body. “Don’t say that to Connor, please.”

“Now I’ve something against you,” the Android giggled. “Come on.” He kissed his forehead. “Undress and go to the bath. You’re way too cold. I don’t want you to catch something…”

“You can’t catch something because you’re cold. It’s only virus.”

“Well there is a LOT of virus in that lift and we saw stupid kids when we went back and I don’t want you to be cold. Go, go, go!” Gavin pushed him to the bath and smiled when he saw the man undressing.

He left for the kitchen and grabbed the mug still warm and a huge plate he had found in the kitchen cupboards. He came back and found the man in the warm liquid, seeming to enjoy that, eyes closed. He knelt in the fluffy bathmat and said a little ‘here’s your cocoa’, placing the plate.

“Thank you,” Stern whispered. He opened slightly his eyes to look him. “You join me or…”

Maybe Gavin was good there? Maybe he didn’t like to take bath?

“Yay. I come in your arms?”

Niles nodded, liking that idea too. He loved being hold by Gavin but that will be a real pleasure to have him in his arms. He watched him as the GV200 took out his clothes and threw them in the floor. A thing that amused him. He had taken the time to fold them and lay them on the chair and Gavin he was so chaotic…

“Give me room!” Gavin slid between his legs and tugged the plate. “We’re passing aaaall our time like that, and we still struggle to place us! You believe that?”

Niles pressed a kiss on his shoulder to reply him. “We need to train more, that’s it. You’re fine?”

“Yeah. You’re so tender…” Gavin tugged a bit more the plate. “I can lay against you.”

“Please.”

Niles smiled when he felt his back against his chest. That was so good. He pressed his chin on his shoulder and closed his eyes. He moved one hand to have it on the bench and the other in the water. Gavin touched this hand then snuggled against him.

“Don’t fall asleep, okay?” he whispered.

“Don’t worry… I’m not sleepy, just enjoying. I… I could stay with you forever, just like that.”

Gavin touched his hand once again and he took it, leading it on his belly, entwining their fingers.

“You want your cocoa?”

“You’re really decided to make me eat or drink, right?”

“Right!” he said with a bright smile.

“Can I have a kiss, first?”

The Android took the mug and turned his head, and a bit his body. He watched as Niles opened his eyes and couldn’t help but reply to the kiss when his lips were devoured by those velvet reddish one…

He giggled against the lips.

“You’re good at that.”

“I’ve a good partner to help me,” Niles said against his lips.

“That asshole! What he does better than me?!”

Niles smiled against him. “Kissing?”

“Phck!! Then you’ll need to learn me.”

“It’d be a pleasure. But… I also love your kitty-kisses.”

“Kitty?”

“Yes. You look like a little cat when you kiss.”

Gavin looked him with one of those smirk saying he’ll do something stupid in few seconds and Niles felt his heart beat so fast in his chest. Was it because of this bath very hot? Thermal choc?

“You know how cats kiss? That’s gross, Niles!” He threw him a beautiful smile. “Though I thought they’ll kiss like that.” Gavin stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

Niles had a surprised look then a little giggle let out his lips and he hated Gavin because he had destroyed the shell he had created… or was it the depression?

God! He loved Gavin. He thought he would never be cute and very emotional and there he was. He wanted to say ‘I love you’ all the time to this Android that had shook, shivered, change his world… saved him?

Well, there was still a world to pass through but he was still reaching to him and there, he was making him laugh.

“Stop, Gavin!”

“But you want kisses!”

“And now I want that cocoa. Stop!”

“Haha! My plan has worked!” the GV200 said before handing him the mug he still had in hand.

Niles took it and drunk a big sip for him. Then he pressed his forehead against his, his hand still entwined with his. He was asking himself why he never did that with someone before. The only time he had been in a bath or a shower with someone, that was only for more sex. Or to spare time.

But there… time didn’t matter, only being with him.

God, he made him feel so alive.

“I need you so much,” he whispered. “Never leave. Please.”

“I have no intention to leave, don’t worry.”

Niles closed his eyes and caressed the belly under his fingers.

“Thank you…”

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