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urdepressedslut · 1 year

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I wanna be yours

♡ Pairing: 40’s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, 40’s!Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You were childhood friends with Steve and Bucky. You had always had a small crush on Bucky. But now as your older, you realize that harboring a crush on Bucky is hard. Especially watching him flirt with girls that aren’t you.

♡ Warnings: very cheesy, angst, fluff, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of parent death

Smoothing down her dress, she took a last look at herself in the mirror. She was excited to finally go out with her boys, things had been rough at home with her dad, resulting in her seeing Steve and Bucky less.

Switching off her room light, she was flying down the stairs, catching herself from falling by the last step.

“Quit running down the stairs, ya gonna crack ya head open one of these days.” Her father announced from the couch.

“Sorry daddy, just excited.” She giggled, fidgeting with the end of her dress.

Standing up, he set down the whiskey bottle, walking over to her.

“Where ya going?” He asked her, receiving an eye roll.

“Dad, I told you this morning.. I’m going to the Stark Expo thing.”

“Oh yeah..” He muttered, scratching the back of his neck for forgetting. “When ya gonna be home?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen them in awhile— I wanna spend some time with them.” She said solemnly, not wanting her father to feel guilty for being the reason why.

“By them, you mean Steve and James?” He asked with a raised brow, not particularly fond of his daughter hanging with those boys.

“Steve and Bucky.. yeah.” She corrected him, slipping on her boots.

“I don’t like em.” He mumbled, uninterested and heading back to his spot on the couch.

“You never did.” She huffed, walking towards his sitting form.

Her body sagged at the sight of him nursing yet another bottle, grimacing she straightened her posture and slapped on a fake smile.

“I gotta go, love you daddy. I won’t stay out too late.” She promised him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Yeah.” He breathed out, letting his gaze focus on the wall in front of him.

She knew her mother passing would be extremely difficult for him, they had loved each other wholeheartedly, truly made for one another. He had gone downhill mentally, killing himself slowly with the aid of alcohol. Nights on end she’d find him passed out, bottle never scattered too far away from his limp grasp. And it was always the same, he’d feed her empty promises that it would never happen again.

She would never disregard his feelings, but she had lost her mom too. She never had time to fully process her mothers passing, having to babysit her almost always drunk father. All she knew, was that she shouldn’t be living her youth like this. But she could never leave her father.

Feeling the familiar burn in her nose, she took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions locked away. Not wanting to ruin this night, plus she didn’t want to mess up her makeup.

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Half walking, half running, she was eagerly trying to make her way to her boys. When suddenly, a loud crash alerted her. Walking closer to the alley behind the theater, she spotted Steve in a defensive stance, while a much larger man laughed, winding his fist back.

Ignoring she was outmatched, she sprinted, jumping on the mans back, slapping the sides of his face harshly.

“Hands off him!” She shouted.

Taken by surprise the man grunted from the impact of their bodies colliding, wincing as his skin stung from the hard smacks. Growing annoyed, he reached behind his head, grabbing a fistful of her hair and swinging her around to his front, finally getting a glance at his attacker. He smirked disgustingly, pulling her closer.

“Well, I sure do like a girl with some fight.” He practically growled into her ear.

Thrusting her knee up into his crouch, he released her immediately, stumbling back into Steve who caught her. Doubling over, he hissed angrily, straightening back up to face the two.

“You bitch!” He spat, ready to advance towards them.

Steve quickly shoved her behind him, throwing a wobbly punch towards the man, only for him to catch it and strike him across the face, sending him back into the trash cans face first.

“Hey!” Bucky shouted, pulling the man by his sleeve towards the alley entrance. “Pick on someone your own size.”

(Y/n) seeing the bully was taken care of, she kneels down to check on Steve.

“Stevie, you okay?” She asked worried, grabbing his chin and tilting his head side to side, checking the damage.

Steve embarrassed, gently pushes away her hands, making her frown.

“I’m fine.” Steve tells her, not making eye contact.

“What were you thinking?” She hissed, angry at him putting himself in danger.

“Oh yeah, I just love getting beat up (Y/n).” He spat back.

“Can you just not get in a fight for one day?”

“Can you just shut up?!” He shouted, while (Y/n) was taken aback.

“Hey, that’s enough!” Bucky stepped in finally. “Steve, come on man. She cares about you.”

Steve felt his anger fade at the sight of (Y/n)‘s saddened form. He felt bad for being mean after not seeing her for a long time.

Bucky gave Steve a look, turning to (Y/n) fully.

“You alright doll?” Bucky asked her softly, lifting her chin with his fingers, making her cheeks heat up.

She loved it when he called her that.

“Yeah, I’m good buck. Just a tender scalp.” She replied, rubbing the back of her head, soothing the sore skin.

Bucky smiled at her toughness, pulling her into a bone crushing hug.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n).” Steve spoke.

“It’s fine Stevie.” She assured him, not wanting to drag out the argument.

When he pulled back, it dawned on her (and Steve) that he was in uniform. And he looked so damn handsome.

Steve and Bucky were talking back and fourth, while (Y/n) was practically drooling over his new look. Taking him all in head to toe, and she realized that him like this was doing things to her.

It only took a few extra seconds for her to realize what this meant, and her face dropped.

Before she could comment on her concerns, Bucky had pulled Steve and her to his sides.

“Gotta get Steve cleaned up, doll.” Bucky told her, watching her cheeks grow red.

“Where are we going?” Steve asked him.

“The future.” Bucky said cryptically, making (Y/n) and Steve laugh.

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(Y/n) was shaking with excitement, getting time with the boys, going to the Stark Expo. The night was going great, until it wasn’t. Bucky had brought along two girls, dates for both him and Steve. She was offended at the audacity, spending his night with two random strangers. She missed when it was just them three.

Yes, she realized that Bucky couldn’t read minds and he had no idea of her feelings for him. But that didn’t stop her from being upset, she did however try her best to not let it show.

Unfortunately the girl Bucky had brought along for Steve wasn’t interested, and instead clung to Bucky. Now having two girls swooning for him. The girl holding hands with Bucky squealed in excitement, pulling Bucky along to watch the show ahead. Leaving Steve and (Y/n) behind, dragging their feet.

“Yup.. this is so much fun.” She mumbled, trying to come up with an idea.

“What’s wrong with you?” Steve asked, offering her popcorn from his bag.

“Thanks.” She grabbed some, “It’s just.. why did he have to bring.. them.”

“No idea, but she definitely doesn’t like me.” Steve said, keeping his head down.

“Ignore her Stevie, she doesn’t realize how awesome you are.” She told him, making his scoff.

“But that can’t be the reason why you’re in a mood.” Steve said blankly.

“Sure it can.”

“No, it’s something else.” He insisted, making (Y/n) roll her eyes.

“Definitely not.” She fired back, her eyes locking with a handsome stranger from far away.

“Mhm.. you’ve got that look you get when you have a bad idea.” Steve pointed out.

“Okay just this once.. you may be right.” She agreed, but wanted to follow through.

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Bucky was talking with the two girls, aware that (Y/n) and Steve had wandered off. He didn't want to ditch the girls, but all he really wanted was to spend time with his two friends. Thinking about it, (Y/n) had been off ever since he introduced her to the girls, and it made him wonder.

Just as Bucky was about to excuse himself, to try and find his two friends. He spotted (Y/n) walking over, her arm hooked with a random guys.

She had watched Bucky's face go from confused to annoyed in a second, making her smirk deviously.

"Hey Buck, mind if we join you guys?" She asked, suddenly all happy and willing to hang with the girls. Bucky tried to force a smile while he glared at the man.

"Who's this?" Bucky asked her, raising his brows.

"Oh right, this is Danny." She told him.

"My names actually Don." The guy corrected her shyly.

"Same thing." She muttered, kicking the side of Don's leg.

Bucky watched the interaction between the two with a confused look, was he was missing something?

"Hey Sarge, can we go dancing?" One of the girls asked, batting her eyelashes. Making (Y/n) clench her teeth.

"Of course. (Y/n) you wanna join?" Bucky asked, side eyeing Don.

"We, would love to." She said a little too harshly, emphasizing the we, making sure he got the point.

Bucky nodded, still confused at her behavior. Had he done something wrong? He didn't understand the switch up. What he was sure of on the other hand, was that he did not like Don touching her.

Before she could walk away, arm in arm with Don, he stopped her.

"Hey (Y/n), can we talk?" Bucky asked her, watching her defensive posture melt and she nodded, excusing herself from Don.

Making their way to a more secluded spot, (Y/n) was the first to speak.

"Can we hurry this up.. uh, got a hot date waiting." She said, trying to sound uninterested with wherever this conversation was going.

"What's going on doll? You've been acting…off." Bucky started with, not sounding like himself. She's never thrown herself at guys like that, and he didn't like it.

"I'm not, just found someone I might like." She told him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You barely know the guy's name." Bucky argued, watching her cheeks grow red from being called out.

"So? You barely remember the names of the girls you've been with." She shot back, seeing Bucky be taken aback.

Bucky had it hit him there, she was jealous. He tried not to smile, but he couldn't help but think how adorable she looked, at all her effort in trying to make him jealous. Which kind of worked.

"Are you jealous doll?" Bucky teased, watching her swallow and her cheeks grew a deeper red.

"Hell no, and don't call me that." She told him, her heart beating erratically.

"Doll, what's going on?" He asked her again, but less teasing and softer.

(Y/n) took a deep breath, knowing that if she was ever going to tell him, it best be now. She didn't want to wait for him to get back from war, or worse... never get the chance.

"I don't like that you brought those girls around… okay?” She started, looking down at her boots, kicking pebbles around.

Bucky lifted her chin, urging her to continue. Swallowing nervously, she decided this was it. No going back, this could ruin their friendship.

"I wanted to be your date... I wanna be yours." She quieted down at the last part, embarrassed. She knew he most likely didn't feel the same way, and from his silence, her eyes started to water.

"(Y/n), can you look at me." Bucky asked her finally, his heart breaking at the sound of her sniffle.

She inhaled deep, her bottom lip quivering, buried emotions deciding now was the best time to show. But otherwise looked up and met his steel blue orbs, ones that held no judgment.

"I’m sorry for never saying anything, guess I was confused too. But you’ve always had me wrapped around your finger, hate that I didn’t see it sooner.” He confessed, keeping her gaze in a gentle, affectionate hold.

“You want me too?” She asked shyly, not believing what she was hearing.

“Doll, I want you… all of you.” He told her, stepping closer, wrapping his arm around her, pushing on her lower back. Their fronts meeting, she faintly gasped.

“I don’t want you to leave me.” She whispered, a tear escaping through her lashes, but was quickly wiped away by Bucky’s thumb.

“I don’t want to either, but I promise I’ll come back to you.” He declared, pulling her shaking form even closer. “Now i’ve really got something to fight for.”

With a sad smile, (Y/n) stood on her tippy toes, giving Bucky a lingering kiss on his cheek. Making his stomach flutter with excitement.

“Now, why don’t we find Steve and get out of here.” He suggested, wrapping his arm around her waist, keeping her trapped against him.

“What about the girls?”

“Don’t worry about them. Plus i’ve got my girl right here.” He told her, watching her cheeks grow red again, which he would never get over. Loving the effect he had on her.

“And Don?” She teased, earning a chuckle from him.

“Don’t care, you’re mine.” He told her, giving her an adoring look, loving the way he could say she was his now.

Deep down they had always loved each other of course, but now it was something fathomless. They had already gotten a crumb of what things could be like now, and they craved more.

A/N: poor don deserved better😭 thank you for beta reading @foreverrandomwritings 💕

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sashaisready · 5 months

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Chapter Nineteen - Best of luck

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again

Warning: Dark themes - same warnings as previous chapter, also includes minor injury with mention of blood

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 20

Series Masterlist

Bucky is settling down to go to bed when his phone buzzes. He’s in a bad mood, still furious with how things went down with you earlier.

He takes a sip from this tumbler of whiskey as he picks up his device. He’s very surprised to see your name light up his screen. You’ve sent him a couple of messages. He frowns as he swipes to open his phone.

Sweetie - I’m sorry we fought. Please help!! I’ve been taken somewhere - these men are so scary. Please come help me x love you

Sweetie - here’s my location. Please come soon - I need you. Xx love you so much

The second message included a pin with your live location. You seemed to be somewhere on the outskirts of the city.

He furrows his brow, thinking carefully as he holds the phone against his chin.

After a moment, he opens up your messages again and begins to type a response.

Rumlow was holding your phone eagerly as he watched the screen, waiting for Bucky to respond.

You chewed your lip anxiously as you looked around the room. The men all stared back at you. You know pinning all of your hopes on Bucky to save the day is a naïve plan so you’re frantically trying to come up with another idea to get out of here. If you could just be left alone for a moment…

Your phone vibrates and Rumlow laughs excitedly.

“Here’s your boy…” he chuckles.

His thick fingers are smashing at your phone screen as he brings up the message. But his face falls, and he throws the phone over to Pierce who begins to read aloud.

“Doll…sorry to hear you’re in a spot of bother. But I told you I’d leave you alone like you wanted and I’m a man of my word. Best of luck - JBB x”.

Your heart sinks into your stomach and you suddenly feel like you might faint. You go limp in the chair. You didn’t expect Bucky to actually come, but hearing it out loud is still hard to take.

“Aww, well that’s a shame” mutters Pierce sarcastically. “Plenty of fish in the sea though, right honey?”

He taps your cheek roughly and you realise you’re trembling.

“Fuck!!!” Rumlow yells in frustration. “What are we going to do now?

Pierce shushes him soothingly. He seems to be the calm and measured presence alongside Rumlow’s hot-headedness. It strikes you that he’s like Bucky in that way.

Or maybe Bucky is like him. He learnt it all from somewhere.

“Gentlemen….let’s just give this a bit longer huh? We all know from personal experience what Barnes says and does can be two different things…” Pierce muses serenely. “We’ve got time. The girl isn’t going anywhere. We’ll be ready for him if he shows up.”

“So you think he could still come?” Rumlow questions. “I dunno boss, she seems pretty adamant he doesn’t give a fuck…”

Pierce shrugs. “Let’s regroup and discuss.”.

He gestures to them through the double doors. “Follow me, let’s go somewhere a bit more private. Prying eyes and all that” he winks at you.

“Princess, we’ll be right back. Jones here will babysit you for now” he nods his head towards a man holding a large pistol who just blankly stares back at you. He somehow looks like a perfect mix of every bad guy you’ve ever seen in a movie.

“Get comfortable, sweetie” Pierce adds as he leaves the room.

You despise all of the names he gives you...honey...sweetie...princess. Your hatred for him seethes, flowing through your veins.

As the rest of the group head out with a low chatter, Jones moves closer to you. He watches you carefully, circling your chair and pointing his gun at you. It’s just the two of you left in the room now.

You sit up slightly, the beginnings of a plan forming in your head. It’s all you have, so it’s worth a shot.

You purposefully make yourself look as meek as possible, allowing your tears to fall as you flutter your eyelashes. You whimper softly. It’s not too much of a stretch as you’ve been on the verge of crying since they grabbed you.

Jones just watches you silently, seemingly unmoved by your tears.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to cry…” you tell him softly.

“I’m just so scared” you sigh. You move your legs apart slightly, moving your cleavage forward just the tiniest bit. You adjust your thighs so that your dress rides up Jones can see a flash of your underwear between your legs, but subtle enough that it doesn’t look like it’s on purpose.

Jones takes the bait, leaning forward and leering at you. You feel dirty. But it’s a means to an end.

Now or never.

“Do…do you think you could get me some water, please? I’m sorry to ask. My throat is just so dry…” you plead to him, slightly pathetically.

He looks at you for a moment, stealing another glance at your breasts and between your legs. Then he nods silently and heads for the doors.

You nearly gasp, amazed that was all it took.

Men, huh?

But you don’t have long. You cast your mind back to a YouTube video you watched in the midst of a late night True Crime binge. It was a tutorial on how to break out of zip ties. HYDRA were sloppy for not using real ropes, no wonder Bucky toppled them so easily - but you supposed they didn’t see you as a real threat. Well, you were happy to be underestimated if it worked to your advantage.

The second the door closed behind Jones you began to raise your arms high above your back and crash them down at full force as you flex your hands. It takes a few tries but you manage it, the pressure snaps the tie and you free yourself. You gasp, momentarily celebrating your win with a muted gleeful screech.

But there’s no time. Jones will be back any second. You spring from the chair and fling off your remaining shoe - it’ll only hold you back. You sprint across the warehouse to the other door you spotted earlier, it’s on the opposite side to where Pierce and his men went so you hope and pray that you won’t bump into them.

The door opens into a labyrinth of corridors. You fling yourself down them, looking for a decent hiding place to give you time to think about your next move. You turn down them almost at random, just desperate to put as much distance between you and HYDRA. Thankfully there are so many routes that it’ll likely create confusion when they come after you. You find yourself praying silently that you don’t encounter anyone, and that they’re all on the other side of the building. You pass lots of rooms, old offices and supply closets. You just need to pick one that they don’t find right away.

Eventually, in the thick of the maze of hallways, you find a door which leads to a stairwell. You run up it, aware they would’ve noticed your absence by now. This building seems to be huge with a lot of ground to cover so you hope the search will keep them occupied for longer. Checking all of the rooms here will take some time at least.

You find yourself in some sort of attic. It’s pitch black but you are too fearful to find the light switch in case it draws attention to you. Your eyes adjust to the darkness as you bump into old boxes and equipment and stumble through the mess. Maybe you can lay low here for a while and think of a new escape plan. If you could just evade them for a bit longer, and then a bit longer after that…Maybe you could flee the building altogether and flag down a passing car once you reach the road.

Your heart is beating so fast that your chest is practically shaking. You’ve never been more frightened.

You think of Bucky briefly. You’re sad that it ended the way it did, regretful that you didn’t get to make peace with him before this. It’s likely that this will be your last day on earth, and even though it’s his fault that you’re here - you feel a pang of regret. You feel anger too, anger for everything he put you through - for leaving you to die here. You think of your final kiss with him instead, the memory sustaining you as you press yourself into a corner, pushing your face against the wall as you manoeuvre into the small space…

You hiss in pain and pull yourself away from the wall as your hand leaps up to your cheek. Something has cut you, a loose nail or bolt or something equally sharp. It’s broken the skin on your face, and you can feel blood gushing down your cheek.

You scoff in disbelief as you clutch at it, annoyed that if you somehow survive the psychopathic crime gang then you’ll end up dying of an infection from an ancient nail instead.

You hold your hand against the wound, then rip a section of your dress off and use it to put pressure on the cut, slowing down the bleeding.

And you wait.

And wait.

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amywritesthings · 10 months

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silver underground. / chapter 10.

( Read on AO3 )

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F!Reader (Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin)

Word Count: 4K

Summary: Day 163 - also known as the day the world changed

Warnings: dual pov, mentions of sensuality, bloodshed, graphic violence, titan deaths, peril, cliffhanger

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CHAPTER 10.

Don’t leave me.

He wouldn’t.

He’d never.

Whether you remember that past conversation with him or not, Levi promised it would be the one thing you could rely on. He intends to stand by his word.

As a Scout, as a friend, as whatever the hell the two of you became between the darkness of morning until the disappearance of day—

Yet reassurances go so far.

He’s only a man, flesh and blood.

He cannot will your memories to return — believe him, he has tried.

Fuck, he has tried.

No matter how hard he stares when you aren't looking, or how vast a distance he creates between the two of you, the world you once knew doesn’t seem to be returning any faster. There are glimpses as wide as slivers about inside jokes, hopeful hypotheticals — a secret language.

Yet you’re remembering the bad well before the good.

Given the trauma, it makes sense.

The way Hange explains the fractal mess of your mind, bad before good makes sense, but it doesn’t make this shit any easier.

This shit — going at a pace that not only comforts you but protects him.

And he failed at that pace so hard that he doesn’t know what to do except demand your immediate replacement here on the first watch.

Levi cannot see your departure, but he hears the ODM gear wheeze to life as you finally — finally — obey a direct order. The sound echoes through the quiet of night, leaving the captain to revel in his own heavy breath.

You listened.

Thank fuck, you actually listened.

If only you hadn’t pushed.

(If only he could have found the tact in yesterday’s spat rather than drowning in his own panic.)

All things considered, he has managed to handle your return to the Levi Squad with grace — minding his time, allowing you to learn your environment and grow as this new person.

Because that is what you are: new.

New and brilliant, yet just as determined and formidable as you’d always been.

But you aren’t her, not really. You share the same eyes, the same nose, the same smile, the same face; you have similar hands, similar stances, similar voices; you are identical, in every sense of the word.

You even kiss the same.

It’s a torturous realization he’s going to have to live with for the rest of his life.

His lips still feel electric, face hot from the fingernail scrapes on his cheeks. His hands keep flexing like they’ll be able to reach for you again.

It’s all he wants. It’s all he can think about.

If you hadn’t listened, if you’d pushed further — pulled his hair, pressed your chest into his, whimpered his name — he would’ve lost his mind.

Arguably he has lost his mind b ecause, when you kissed him back, the world was right-side up. Levi could swear he was right where everything left off. Having you in his arms again felt so goddamn good .

You fit like you never left.

Like your muscle memory held onto him, absorbed him, when your mind slipped away.

(How badly has he fucked up?)

“You didn’t need a second pair of eyes.”

The words rip him clear from his spiraling thoughts. Levi lifts his chin when his second-in-command of the squad meets the proverbial hornet’s nest.

Waiting.

Uncertain.

Levi gently shakes his head. “No. I didn’t.”

“Then why did James ask me to join you?” Eld asks as if afraid to poke too hastily.

Levi keeps his back turned.

“I didn’t want her to feel like she’s isolated with only me,” the shorter man says, lying through his teeth. “She already feels like a freak. I don’t need to constantly babysit her. She can take the second watch with Oluo.”

Eld sighs, gently. “He’s going to talk her ear off.”

“She’s not afraid to tell him to shut up,” Levi reassures. “She’s still James.”

For a moment, Eld stays quiet. Levi’s thankful he does.

The second-in-command Scout shifts, walking across the flattened branch with apprehension.

“This feels a lot like last time, huh?”

Finally Levi turns his chin towards the sound of a twig breaking under a heel.

“What do you mean? Speak your mind, Jinn.”

“As in the forest, the expedition…” Eld trails off, his chin to the clouds. “Kinda like we’re right back where we started. I want to be optimistic and say it’s a second chance, but it feels more like a do-over — right?”

Levi chooses not to agree.

His silence does that for him.

“What was that all about?”

Although Petra’s voice is monotone, the sound of it startles you.

Oluo is sleeping, dead to the world. Gunther has taken to relieving himself somewhere in the forest.

It’s just the two women of the squad at base camp, but you would argue that you’re not here — not really. Not beyond your body as you huddle close to the fire.

The tingle of his lips pushed against yours lingers long after you’ve departed. There is a haze in your brain that takes over the fog of your amnesia, settling on a feeling beyond all else: warmth.

Lying to Petra is probably your easiest route.

Telling her that you nearly went fist-to-fist with the Captain could make sense, given the spars at the castle, except you can’t do it.

Over and over you replay the event of him shouting in your face, how you egged it on so seamlessly — then it all blanks.

All you can think about is his lips.

You’d rather sport a shiner from disobedience.

Anything is better than the pink of your lips, the lines on his face.

Mistakes. All of it.

(Right?)

“We fought,” you provide just as flat.

“I know,” she says. “I heard.”

Fear turns your blood cold.

“You used to do that a lot.”

You lift your gaze to study the glow of green on her back from her cloak as she packs up food rations and shovels them into a satchel.

“Argue to the brink of a fist fight,” she clarifies. “With Captain Levi.”

When you say nothing, she cranes her chin over her shoulder. Although she doesn’t smile, her tone turns melodic. Cheery, like there’s something funny between the lines.

“In the past, you two had a knack for disagreeing. You didn’t mind getting in his face. I’ve never seen Levi get so openly angry. It’s a wonder he never punished you, but I think it's because you both... well, you grew up together. You remember that, right?”

So fighting was a common occurrence.

(Did he always end his argument with a kiss?)

"Yeah, I remember that," you hoarsely answer.

Her shoulders drop with relief. "Okay, thank God."

You squeeze the fist at your side. “So how much of the fight did you hear?”

“Don’t worry,” she assures, poking the dying embers with a stick. “I didn’t eavesdrop the specifics. All I could hear was Levi shouting, then it got really quiet. But…”

Petra trails off, her eyes flickering over to yours.

“...is everything okay?”

She can’t know.

None of them can.

You nod. “Yeah. Just… told the captain I was mad I didn’t get to take down any titans. He wasn’t a fan of me questioning direct orders, and I told him that I wasn’t a fan of his need to stick me on the sidelines.”

Not completely a lie, but not wholly the truth.

“I could tell you were pretty frustrated back there. But, hey, we all know you’re still a badass, James,” Petra reassures with a smile. “I think he’s just being extra careful, all things considered.”

Don’t shut me out.

Won’t.

Don’t leave me.

Never.

“Yeah,” you agree, vocal chords taut. “All things considered.”

Fingers curl softly around your bicep, shaking you awake.

You breathe new life into your body, panicked when you see the stoic expression of Gunther peering down at you.

“You good, kid?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, quick to press your palm into the earth beneath your aching body. You push, hard, to sit up. “What time is it?”

“I let you sleep in a little longer,” he mumbles as he holds up your pack, "since it’s been a little while. We’re venturing out in fifteen minutes.”

“Okay,” you tell him. “Thanks. Give me a sec, I’ll help with cleaning up.”

“Don’t worry about it. I took care of your horse and mine. All you have to do is get yourself together so we can continue onward.”

"I'm... thank you, Gunther."

Unlike Levi on the first leg of the expedition, Gunther speaks with empathy. As if he somehow knows something is wrong, haywire, and you dislike the lingering feeling of uselessness that seems to follow you in a constellation tying you to the rest of the team.

You want to be valuable, but they won’t let you.

You want to be part of the squad, but they’re too scared.

You’ve remembered enough of the end — finding yourself in a freefall to the ground, the roar of a titan just out of reach hoping to snatch and swallow you whole —

Enough to know why they’re acting this way.

Because it’s the same forest.

The scent of the morning dew peppered along the weeds on the ground clued your senses to it. You recognized the sensation in the middle of your slumber after the second watch, but consciousness drives the confirmation home:

Everyone’s on edge because of what happened last time.

(You’re not a liability. You can do this.)

By the time you gather your pack, brush the accumulated dirt from your uniform and stand, you see him: Levi Ackerman’s back is turned to you, tending to the black stallion at the edge of camp. He gently runs a palm over its mane, gentle and sincere.

You find yourself yearning to call for him.

You can’t.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty’s joined us!” Oluo calls with a hefty chuckle.

You turn just in time to watch the smug older man walk past you towards his horse.

“It’s her first mission back, Oluo,” Petra reminds sharply while pulling her pack over her shoulder. “Leave her alone.”

Oluo snorts as he mounts his horse at the back of the formation, straddling the saddle. “Oh, I’m sorry. You didn’t get stuck with the silent treatment last night.”

“It’s only because you’re a terrible conversationalist, Oluo,” you force yourself to jest, pushing out of the twilight that last night’s problem has set you in.

Eld whistles low. Gunther snorts. Petra can’t help but grin.

“Terrible conver— I’m— I’ll have you know, I am a wonderful conversationalist,” he argues back in a sputter.

“To what, the birds?” you ask flatly, making your way to your horse. The animal bristles as if it means to huff in amusement.

“You used to think I was wonderful,” Oluo remarks.

“When?” Petra chortles as she hops onto her horse, the last to join. “Was she asleep?”

That earns an open-mouthed laugh from Gunther. “Even then, she used to make earplugs to block out all of Oluo’s hot air — or, as he’s calling it, conversation.”

“Oh, sure, pick on poor Oluo,” the older man grumbles.

“Did I actually make earplugs?” you ask, trotting your horse into yesterday’s diamond formation. Eld and Levi have already assumed the same positions as before. They remain silent.

“Yeah!” Petra answers. “You used to really rag on Oluo back in the day.”

“It hurt my feelings,” Oluo adds.

“Oh, please,” Gunther snorts. “You were thrilled a woman was paying attention to you.”

“Are you implying I receive zero attention from women, Gunther?”

“There weren't any implications, Oluo,” Gunther reassures with utter sincerity.

Petra squeaks with amusement, round eyes peering over at you.

Oluo’s face falls a second later in realization.

“Hey—!”

“Oi. We’re moving out.”

Levi’s voice cuts the banter, causing the four of you to momentarily stop the chatter. Simultaneously your heads turn to view Humanity’s Strongest as he cranes his chin over his shoulder.

“Stick close to each other. Be alert.”

“Yes, sir,” the four of you reply together.

With that, Levi Squad departs.

In the early hours of the morning, the forest is beautiful. Shades of green fill your surroundings, blocking out the rest of the world. Birds chirp happily and cast shimmering shadows on the earth beneath the charging horses’ hooves.

It’s easy to forget the chaos and carnage of the world here.

As if there won’t be buildings in ruins at the end of this curved forest, dilapidated and rotting away with the newly grown vines of the environment. As if there aren’t stories of torn-apart families and lifetimes of trauma burnt into the very roots of the weeds and flowers that flourish where human feet used to walk.

You once believed coming to the surface was the ticket to paradise.

You would have given anything to feel the sun on your face, the shade from overgrown leaves, the scent of fresh air.

Briefly you stare at the back of Levi’s head as his dark hair bounces with the movements of his horse.

“You’re worried about going up there?”

“You can’t really want to spend the rest of your life down here, right?”

(Was the surface any better than what the Underground offered below?)

“Hey!” A voice rips you out of your mind, and you see Oluo grinning behind you. “You’re spacing out after getting the most sleep out of all of us?”

“I was just thinking about how Gunther’s right!” you quickly recover, and Gunther outright chortles at your abrupt insult. “When’s the last time you had a girlfriend, Oluo? It had to have finally happened during the time I was out, right?”

The question makes Petra tilt her chin to the sky with a giggle.

“Oi!” Oluo scowls. “Don’t you lecture me about a lack of dating life, Miss Amnesia.”

“Remember that one time James dared Oluo to ask that really nice Trost barmaid for dinner?” Petra chirps, riding alongside you.

“If you can call it that,” Gunther reminds. “Guy couldn’t even say hello to the poor woman.”

“Froze up,” Petra gravely agrees.

“Almost gave her the wrong name,” Gunther adds, deepening his voice. “Greetings, beautiful, my name is Levi—”

“I did not!” Oluo shrieks, causing Levi to sharply turn his head at his name.

“What?”

“Nothing, Captain!” Oluo recovers, waiting for the man to turn back around before he leans over his horse to seethe back at Gunther. “Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

“Did you end up asking her out?” you jump in, readjusting your grip on the reigns.

“Oh, you’ve seriously got a memory problem.”

“I think it’s been very established that I do.”

“Because I know your ass would delightfully recall that you were the reason I got rejected,” Oluo says with a sharpness.

“Me?” you ask.

“Yeah, you,” he grumbles. “Pretended to be my goddamn wife.”

“You’re joking.”

“Caused a whole scene,” Gunther mocks in a grave voice.

Petra grins with a nod. “You put on a pretty great show, Lieutenant.”

“I would have only intervened if I knew your attitude was scaring her, so you must have done something stupid, Oluo,” you tease.

“It was not my attitude that scared her away. It was you.” Oluo groans, waving a hand carelessly to the wind. “And if you—”

Something thick enters the atmosphere of Levi Squad’s formation.

Something large waiting between two large trees.

Something grinning.

Tall. Thirteen meters, give or take.

(The biggest titan you’ve seen in the wild to date.)

And it doesn't hesitate to strike.

Helplessly you watch the abnormal titan’s hand reach for Oluo’s torso, forcing him to abruptly detach from his horse.

Its pinky finger narrowly misses Oluo’s cape.

The sharp whizz of his ignited ODM gear fills the air as he departs from the group, suddenly trapezing through the trees. The abnormal, distracted by the fast-paced movement, follows swiftly after the Scout.

“Oluo!”

You whip your attention behind you, calling out to your attacked colleague with concern. The titan continues to follow close behind, swiping mindlessly with both fists to catch him. Oluo twirls expertly through the air as clouds of gas exhaust trail his movements.

In and out, left and right, he disappears and reappears through the thick trees lining the forest grounds.

“Captain Levi! Should we go back for Oluo?” Petra yelps at your side, attention square on Levi.

“He’ll be fine!” Levi shouts in return. “Stick to the plan and get to the clearing.”

Except he’s not paying attention to what’s happening behind the horses.

No one is but you.

You see Oluo reappear, slashing at a titan eager to feed. And—

Shit.

Two on the left — seven and ten meters.

One on the right — just shy of nine meters.

Three more join the original abnormal as if they're drawn to the prospect of fresh meat, flanking Oluo’s efforts.

“He’s not alone!” you shout, letting go of the reigns of your horse. “He needs—”

You can’t think beyond the word help.

Before anyone can say anything, before Levi can give his next order, you curl your fingers into the mane of your horse’s neck for stability. Both feet swiftly unlatch themselves at your sides as you hop to a stance, perching you into a stance on the saddle.

Help the team.

Help Oluo.

Your boot shifts, planting firmly on the unstable leather beneath.

Eld is the first to notice you’ve risen. His eyes round with confusion, then instant recognition.

“James, wait—!”

The blond-haired man reaches behind him, leaning back on his horse, as if he can catch your attention — or your leg.

Anything to keep you from doing exactly it is you’re angling yourself to do against the Captain’s orders.

(Too late.)

In an instant your ODM gear ignites for the first time in the wild. You fly off the back of your horse and into the air, weightless in the whipping breeze. Each of your spears connect with the bark of tree trunks as momentum propels you into the sky.

Detach, reattach. Detach, reattach.

Everything is second nature.

You spin upside-down and swing back towards Oluo and the four titans. Metal clinks when the blades at your hips connect with their sheaths, and you extend the swords to your sides.

You’re not taking any chances.

“I’m coming, Oluo!” you shout, calling to your squad member.

Oluo yells incoherently, slicing the arm of the seven-meter titan clean off its limb. He manages to escape the jaws of another titan, the nine-meter, as it rams its head into him, chomping with abandon. An exhaust trail follows his narrow escape.

Zipping between branches, you hold your breath when the nape of the nine-meter titan’s neck comes into clear view.

Up until now, you have yet to strike one in the wild.

Cardboard training only goes so far.

Now or never.

You strike once, slicing across skin.

Blood sprays all over your white uniform and face.

The nine-meter titan stops dead in its tracks and tumbles straight to the forest floor. Its body shakes the very foundation of the trees surrounding you. The steam of its decaying corpse quickly fills the air.

Flying straight through the steam with your arms crossed over your chest, you use the momentum to reattach to a nearby tree trunk and swing around it, angling you in the direction of the seven-meter without its left arm.

“James?!” you hear the gasping shout of Oluo. “What the hell are you—”

“Keep distracting that one!” you shout back. “I got you covered, just give me an opening.”

You can do this.

Oluo continues flying in the same direction, creating a pocket opportunity for you to strike.

You raise your swords over your head, the blades steaming from evaporating titan blood.

Act.

Don’t think.

You shout, cutting into the right arm of the titan, leaving it armless. It howls, flailing a limbless torso as jaws chomp for any meal. Your gear latches onto a tree, whipping your body in a vertical semi-circle to return to the fight.

In a shout of frustration, you slice.

Its nape explodes with molten blood, ceasing all movement of the gargantuan.

“Holy shit, James!” Oluo shouts, perching himself against a tree trunk. His fingertips hold him in place, allowing him precious pause to catch his breath. “You really are back!”

The praise makes you feel good. In the moment, you feel closer to the person you lost — she was once so far away, but here?

You’re useful.

(You’re not holding the Scouts back. You are a Scout.)

You attach to a tree on the other side of the path, grinning through the dissolving blood. “Did you see anymore?”

Oluo curtly nods. “We still have two to take care of, but unfortunately I think I saw more running this way in the east.”

“Shit, really?”

“Yeah.”

You instinctively whip your attention to where Oluo points and steel your nerves.

More.

So it’s a feeding frenzy.

“Okay, then we worry about taking one each.”

“What about the Captain?”

“He’ll soon realize something’s up and come back, I’m sure of it!”

Except you’re not sure why you’re so confident he will. He told Petra to stick with the plan. He’ll return when he realizes Oluo hasn’t come back quickly.

(Or that you’re still out there.)

Guilt lines your gut, but you choose to ignore it.

“C’mon, before they make us their morning snack,” you say, pushing with both feet to propel you from the tree trunk.

You both zip through the trees, targeting the nine- and ten-meter titans searching the forest for the two of you. Everything feels like it’s entirely too fast yet completely in slow motion. It feels… like you’ve done this your entire life.

It’s just as natural as it is to throw a punch. To breathe.

Taking down titans doesn’t feel impossible.

You detach from a tree as you flip backwards, avoiding the jaws of the nine-meter titan in a swoop under its legs. It grabs at nothing, frenzied for the kill.

Oluo flies past you, climbing higher with each swing. You follow suit, flying up, up, up, until you abruptly attach to the nearest tree once more and fly straight past its ear.

Its brown eyes track your sudden movement into its peripheral, staring straight into you.

Oluo seizes the moment.

He slices the nape of its neck while it’s preoccupied. Its mouth opens wide instinctually, as if it hopes to capture its final meal, before tumbling forward.

Something at your hip tugs sharp, rocking your entire body.

The right grapple hook of your ODM gear is compromised by the falling titan’s wrist, latching onto the wire to break its fall before its demise.

Shit.

Abruptly the mechanism gives under the weight of the titan’s body weight, not quite yet weightless in death, causing the taut wire to strain.

The jerk of its movement takes the wind clear from your lungs.

The grapple hook wavers its grip on the tree trunk, creating the perform storm.

Everything around you happens in slow motion — the fluidity of Oluo’s body through the air, the sweeping limb of the slain titan, the glittering sunlight peeking just above the leaves.

You take a singular breath.

Your eyes widen.

The equipment snaps nine meters high off the forest floor.

Gravity catches up to your mortal mistake and soon the world feels that much smaller. You watch as your fingers flex higher to grab a nearby branch as if it’ll help, but it’s too late.

Flying backwards.

Weightless.

Your mouth is open and you should be screaming, but you can’t remember how.

Branches fly past your peripheral as you stare straight ahead at the light.

You want to move, but there’s no time.

You’re falling faster than you can fix your gear.

Then a silhouette eclipses the sun. The entity speeds straight towards you, the trail of gas following straight behind.

A voice shouts your name.

It’s guttural, echoing with desperation.

(Fear.)

“James!”

Levi Ackerman calls to you as he speeds through the trees at an otherworldly pace. His arms press expertly to his sides to fall faster, his emerald coat billowing behind in an angelic halo. As he nears, you can make out the whites of his widened eyes.

Instinctively, your hand reaches for him—

A certain sort of deja vu—

Then it hits.

Why did you do it?

Do what?

You gave me a second chance.

Because where you go, I follow.

author's note: i apologize for leaving you all on a cliffhanger as i run off on my holiday, but the next time we meet... i think we're ready to finally go back in time, don't you?

tag list: @lazylizzy3 @notgoodforlife @sad-darksoul @dailydoseof-love @maliakealoha @nube55 @kateastrophies @blinkingsuns @gomigami @voidszoro @tanyeonn

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luveline · 2 years

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omg please the same james and reader from ur two drunk reader blurbs but w drunk james and he's like "i dont wanna be your friend" cause. u know (unless you have a different idea for them or u think this defeats the purpose idk up to you i love you thanks)

thank you so much for your request, this was perfect! really perfect, it got away from me a little bit <3 the prequels (you don't have to read): 1 2 3

You watch James struggle through a tequila shot with a fond look on your face. Leaning against the cold brick wall of Sirius Black's house, you can smell the comforting wafts of woodsmoke as the outdoor burner putters away, the sticky sweet smell of foxglove that peeks over the tops of his ordinate brown fence, the whispers of James' cologne where it lingers on his jacket. You wrap it tighter around yourself to stave off the cold chill.

James sees this because he sees everything.

"Are you cold?" he calls.

You shake your head vehemently, lying but for a reason. If James knows you're cold, still, even after he's sacrificed his jacket for you, the too-kind boy will insist on going inside or taking you home. He's having a good time for once and you want that to continue. It's also the reason why you refuse the tequila offered to you. You don't want him to have to babysit you, and you've not quite learned moderation yet: you're trying. It's hard. Easier with James.

He gives you a perfect smile, lips stretching over teeth and nose twitching. You're close to the fire, its heart warming your legs. James sits in a garden chair at a table of his friends. It's a tame party with an obvious VIP section that you feel lucky to be included in, though you know it's just because James is sweet on you, not because his friends really like you that much.

Well, maybe they do. This is one of the only times you've been sober enough to tell. Or care.

James seems to be drinking for the both of you as he loses yet another hand of cards. Sirius had proposed the - quite frankly dangerous knowing James' awful poker face - rule of taking a shot each time you lose. James has thrown back one, two, five, you can't remember how many shots. There's a distinct brightness to his eyes. His card skills are deteriorating quickly.

You're in no position to tell him to slow down, so you don't, but his pale friend Remus has your back.

"Mate, stop. Sirius, don't make him have another."

Sirius shrugs. "I's the rules."

"James," Remus starts, then sighs as your dark-haired friend takes another shot. "Alright, you're banned. Go bother your girlfriend."

You blush because you know he means you. James grins wide but then seems to realise he's being kicked out of the game.

"Fuck off, I'm gonna win this one."

A fresh hand is dealt and Remus peaks at James' inquisitively. "No," Remus says, patting James on the shoulder. "You're not." Then, when he makes no move to get up. "Y/N just said she was cold."

James looks to you, betrayed. You look to Remus, betrayed. Remus looks at neither of you, and instead stubs his cigarette out in the ashtray smouldering away in the middle of the circle glass table to take a big swig of beer. He seems smug.

"Smarmy bustard," you mumble to yourself with no real heat, traitorous face quickly transforming as James rounds the table. He's tall, looking down at you all soft-eyes and scolding. "Hi, Jamie."

"You're cold?" he asks.

You sigh, knowing that sooner rather than later, James' bloodstream is going to absorb the exorbitant amount of tequila he has drank, and then you are going to be in a lot of trouble. "Yeah. A bit. Aren't you?" you ask, and your question is sincere, looking over the bulk of his arms curiously and then with too much heat. You feel awful for thinking it, but he has very, very nice arms. He looks like he could pick you up. He looks like he could set you down.

You're knocked from your unholy reverie by his hands, big and hot and kind as they rub up and down your arms. The friction is warming. The proximity is worse, a heat like hell in your chest. He's not looking at you as he says, "I'm warm-blooded."

So am I? You think to yourself.

He smirks as his eyes travel back to your face, though it's quickly gone, turns soft once again. He smiles at you slowly.

"You look very pretty tonight. Have I told you?"

"You might have mentioned it," you murmur bashfully. He'd said it with little fanfare as you got in the car, so earnest it had felt inarguable, "You look stunning."

"Shall I tell you again?"

You put his obvious flirting down to drunkeness and push up off of the wall, hoping for a little bit of space between you so you can regain your balance and wits.

"D'you want to go inside? See if they're playing any good music?" you ask, though they're probably playing the same records they always play here.

James nods like you know he will and you smile your thanks, weaving through potted plants and over cracked paving stones into the house. The patio doors lead into the kitchen, which is busy with Mary and the other girls trying to cook four frozen pizzas on two pizza trays, and a bunch of people you don't know at the table talking rapidly about something you don't follow. James seems more interested and you selfishly grab for his hand to pull him with you into the living room.

He doesn't argue. "Is it me or is the floor soft?" he asks, words bundled together sloppily, fingers tight to the point of aching in your hand. He almost trips over the threshold.

You flex your finger until he eases his grip, looking for somewhere for him to down. There, in the corner of the room, a desk chair. It spins, unfortunately, but James seems to like it.

"There," you say, patting his shoulder with your free hand. He has adamantly refused to let go of the other.

They're playing a Stevie Wonder song. James doesn't know the words so he hums, and you try to think of conversation. Much more difficult when you're not inebriated.

"How're you feeling?" you ask him, leaning down.

He slouches in the chair. "Great!" he says too loudly. "You're not drinking?"

"I'm trying to be less of a burden on you," you tell him, lips barely moving as you confess. You're embarrassed. James seems to take a moment to ingest this. During his silence you fix his hair tentatively, tucking ink black curls behind his ears, marvelling at their almost elfin point. You readjust his glasses as you go, pushing them up his nose carefully.

"There," you say, allowing yourself a quick squeeze of his cheek, a rapid dip into his honeypot eyes. "Good as new."

"You're not a burden on me," James says. You laugh, wondering if this conversation will be two steps back the entire time.

"Thanks, James. But I knew you'd say that."

He frowns, shifting in the chair, chin jutting up almost testily. It's attractive, to say the least, and you're busy soaking up the details of his jaw when he says, "How could you know?"

You're close enough to smell the tang of alcohol on his breath.

"Because you're a good friend," you tell him. You go to straighten your back, stand tall again to join the party. James pulls you back in, hand wrapped into the fabric of his jacket.

"A good friend," he repeats, licking his lips as he looks at yours. You feel a wave of heat wash over you. "Is that all I am?"

You feel terrible, then. "No! Jamie, you're amazing. At everything, I value you for much more than your friendship."

If he were sober you think he might have poked fun at your sappy confession or your nervous disposition. Tipsy James has much less humour.

"What I mean, is: I don't want to be your friend, sweetheart."

Your heart skips. For a split second you think, fuck, fuck, I've fucked it up and he hates me and then something in your brain clicks. Resounding, reverberating, a wave of chills follow. Your arm hairs stand on end.

James is still looking at you seriously, dark, beautiful and somehow formidable.

"James…" you look down at his lap where your joined hands rest. "You're drunk."

"You don't believe me?"

You kind of don't. All his physical signs, his heat, his magnetism and charm, they all might lead you to believe he liked you. The way he's looking at you now might have proven it alone. But he really is intoxicated, and you're not the catch he thinks you are.

"I can't believe you," you say.

"Because I'm drunk."

"Because you're drunk. Because I'm not."

He runs the fabric of his borrowed jacket between his fingers, seemingly eating up the sight of your neck. "I don't follow," he says quietly.

"I'd have to be drunk to believe it. Because it's – ridiculous. Because it doesn't make any sense. I'm sloppy, and stupid, and irresponsible and selfish. You could have any girl you want," you whisper the last sentence pleadingly, hand placating on his shoulder. You feel the corded muscle beneath shift as he sits up.

"I want you," he says, and tries to kiss you.

You hold him away from you. "James, stop."

That one word makes him back off, looking lighter, expression abated by confusion.

"You don't want me?" he asks.

You bite your lip and turn your face to the side, as if searching for something to save you, a friend, a distraction. This side of the room is abandoned, everybody crowds the record player.

You can't think. You don't know what to do.

"James," you say, always his name, always like you were meant to say it. "You don't know what you're saying. What you're doing. And even if I believed that you did, I just saw you drink half a bottle of tequila. It doesn't matter what I want."

His pupils wobble as his eyes move from one side of your face to the other. He seems to deflate, sighing loud, hand falling from your jacket. You're relieved as you stand, taking back a little bit of space. He's still holding your hand.

He lifts them up. "This is okay, though?"

"Yeah. This is okay."

"Sit down?" he asks, rolling the chair back so you can sit on the desk.

You sit. He pinches your fingers, and after a while you feel his soft head of curls rest on your thigh.

"What are you doing?" you ask, hand impulsively coming to card through them.

"Trying to sleep it off," he says into your skin. “S’I can tell you again.”

Your heart stutters. You sort your fingers through his hair for a long time, thighs going numb. He talks to you in fits and starts that you strain to hear until he falls asleep. You keep stroking his hair. You don't know what else to do.

"Oh, sweetheart," you murmur to yourself, taking the glasses from his face carefully. He smiles in his sleep like he's heard you. He has a nice smile.

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katsu28 · 7 months

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Ok here are some soft Remus thoughts!

- I just cannot stop thinking about how he definitely has a wonderful sweater collection and they’re all so soft and cozy and he loves seeing you wearing them (this could get smutty lmao but I’ll restrain myself)

- you know that one Taylor swift lyric “just living room dancing and kitchen table bills”? That’s the perfect way to describe your relationship with Remus, like maybe your apartment is a little shitty but it’s home and the two of you make it so cozy and you have a wonderful little life together and just putting on a record while you make dinner and you end up dancing together in the kitchen and maybe your food gets a little burnt but that doesn’t matter

- imagine babysitter baby Harry together omg just Remus holding the tiny little baby and singing to him when he can’t fall asleep and making him laugh that cute little baby laugh and every time you watch Harry you can’t help but think about actually having a baby with Remus because he’s so perfect and him with a baby is just too wonderful

I have more if you’d be interested, I just don’t want to go overboard hahahahha 🥰😚

i would adore more remus thoughts, pls send me everything you've got <3 this applies to everyone btw i need more brainrot food

domestic remus thoughts under the cut!

- the sweater collection is absolutely off the charts! drawers and drawers of the softest sweaters ever and even more stashed in different parts of the apartment for when he or you need it. some of them are solid colors, some of them have fun little patterns, but all of them are equally as comfy bc they're his and they smell like him and every time you put one on it's like being enveloped by him even when he's not there and it's the best thing in the world.

sometimes he'll be looking for one specific sweater to wear but he just can't find it no matter how hard he looks and he's just like have you seen my green one love? i think i might've lost it. but then he looks at you at you're wearing exactly what he was looking for and he just. melts. because he loves you and because you look so cozy and comfy and cute in it and he's just like oh ☺️ you can keep it i'll grab another one ☺️ and then he comes and sits with you for the rest of the morning.

- your life with remus isn't what some people might call perfect but it's just the right fit for the two of you! your apartment is a little cluttered and the paint is chipped and yeah maybe the front door gets jammed sometimes but it's your home and you couldn't love it more. you try your best to eat dinner together and unwind from your respective days with each other and most of the time that means a bottle of cheap wine and whatever dinner you can scrounge up from what you've got on hand. sometimes you do a puzzle together, other nights you'll talk for hours, and sometimes you both just sit and do your own things in the same space (parallel play LMAO). remus always makes sure to press a kiss to whatever part of you he can reach every so often just so you know he's still there. post full moon nights are fairly quiet though. remus just wants to sleep and you let him. sometimes he wants to be alone and you let him do that too, but he knows you're right there if he needs you <3

- babysitting harry is such an ordeal, especially the first time bc i feel like it might be a spur of the moment thing? james and lily desperately need a day to themselves and sirius is out of town and euphemia and fleamont are also busy so they're like surprise you get to watch harry for the day! obv you're not gonna turn them down and at first it's awkward bc you're both just staring at harry in his little baby buggy and he's staring back at you and neither of you really know how to take care of a baby?? but then harry starts crying and it's like a flip inside remus switches. he's just like yeah i think he's tired but then little harry refuses to go to sleep and remus starts humming a song and you see him start to drift off as remus bounces him in his arms gently.

when harry wakes up uncle moony is his new favorite person so they're inseparable for the day. at one point harry bumps his head on the couch or something while he's crawling around the living room and you can both tell he's about to start bawling but remus is so quick on his feet and picks him up and does something funny so harry gets distracted and suddenly he's shaking with peals of that infectious baby laughter and you're just like what. what is this i'm feeling is this baby fever??? and you can't stop thinking about having a little remus or yourself running around the place one day. obv you've got some talking about it to do since you haven't even discussed kids yet, you don't even know if remus would want kids with everything he's had to deal with his whole life but it's worth a shot right? to have someone who's a perfect mix of you and your favorite person in the world, to be able to raise them into someone who could quite possibly change the world, even to just have someone else to love more than you love yourself.

#answered!#sweet anon <3 #i have definitely gone overboard #but i hope u enjoy my remus ramblings i am so down bad for this man rn #it's insane #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin blurb

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jackiequick · 10 days

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A Visit From An Old Friend — [ Marvel Fanfic]

Summary: What happens when an old friend comes to visit to recruit something bigger than himself? In other words, a small family reunion between friends, with a couple of ants crawling around.

Platonic Pairing: Hank Pym & Jason Underwood

Characters featured/mentioned: The Young Avengers, Janet Van Dyne, Liz Stark, Howard Stark, Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne and etc.

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Ant-Man (2015)

Fic type: Short Blurb

Small warning: Some fluff and angst

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The daylights were in full swing, the radio was high and bright as he drove down the road to a old house he used to call home. At the steps of the house stood a man he hasn't seen in the late 80s but never forgotten.

Above the steps stood the man with dark rich blonde curls spiked in a nicely manner, a blue colored shirt and black James Dean jeans wearing a pair of shades himself. He sipping on a cup of coffee with a half smile to boot.

He parked the car in the east side of the parkway as he existed the vehicle, flipping the keys in hand and removed his sunglasses with a smile.

As he took towards the step he heard the man said, "Hank."

"JJ." He replied, as he was handed a cup of warm coffee.

"What was the reason for this visit?"

"You got my email didn't you?"

"Yup."

"You missed seeing Hope."

"It was an 8 hour drive! You know how hard it was to get out of that house without Felton and Rei breathing down my neck?"

"This is why I stopped babysitting."

The blonde just playfully glared following the older one into his old home. Jason hasn't been in this house of his in more than a century, having took time to take care of his older one in Malibu. Yet, he never had the heart to throw away the keys, so instead he gave them to Hank. And by god, was he glad he did.

His old home was kept nice and cleaned, some mess here and there. A few dust particles in certain smaller areas but other than that it was fine. Keeping its cozy yet vintage style. Hank sat down on the grey couch that used to be a dark brown, sipping his second morning coffee taking in the moment of peace. Jason sat in the armchair beside him closing his eyes.

Neither man had to say a word to know that they missed the peace and quiet this house brought. No screaming children, calls from SHIELD, nor nagging neighbors trying to get you to babysit their dumb dog for the weekend. Just a moment of total silence from the world around them.

Yes, truth be told, after 1989 Hank was never seen again towards SHIELD's main offices due to his stupid fallout with Howard and the others. But he often kept in touch with people like him or Peggy, whenever possible. Mainly because Hope wanted to see her aunts and uncles, and after Janet's passing Hank couldn't deprive his daughter from not having any closer family or friends around.

Jason tended to be his go-to person whenever he needed a quick babysitter for Hope, whenever the blonde was in town and he happily said yes. He first thought Hank would want nothing to do with him after what Howard pulled on the man, but after a small debate on that very day both men realized they couldn't hold grudges against each other.

They already had too many grudges over their heads to even count, why add another? It would only lead to a bigger headache anyways.

So over the years, Hank and Jason would put aside a small time to check in on one another. Make sure the other man wasn't dead yet. It was a running joke on who would die first out of the two. But at this rate, knowing the people in their lives, they won't let them get bury in the ground so easily.

Yet.

He peaked an eye open as he rested his head and asked, "JJ? You got what I sent you?"

The others eyes were still closed as he hummed, "Yeah. I sent the small package and if I'm correct, it will be brought though word of mouth soon enough."

"Good. I hope this guys is worth it. If he's smart enough, he will do as I planned."

"Why Scott Lang anyway? I gave you a list of people you can choose from and you chose him..."

"Scott Lang broke into Vistacorp Headquarters to pay back the money VistaCorp had been stealing from their users, before he brought into prison. Heard of it?"

"Yeah, he pulled strong a stunt risking to pay back all that money they took. According to the file, he has a master degree in electrical engineering, which gave him the skills to hack into their grid."

Hank smirked, "That's why I need him. He has a special set of skills as a hacker and thief. I want to test him, see if he's able to play the game right."

"If he can break into the lock and steal the suit, then he was a right fit." Jason added with a grin, "..he also has a daughter Hank. You know better than anyone the length you would go to see your kid. Chances are, he ends up in jail again."

"He won't."

"Hank."

"I have a plan. Trust me on this one."

"And I'll be here to say 'I told you so' when it goes sideways."

The two crack a chuckle knowing it was bound to happen whether they liked it or not. But if the plan does end up going sideways, they always had other ways of doing things. Even if it meant going undercover to bait Scott Lang into the older man's plan. Both spent the rest of the day catching up, watching some tv and grabbing a bite to eat.

None of the Young Avengers knew that Jason was gone for a short couple of days. Well, some of them noticed as he has been receiving calls from a few thought the day. Mainly ones from Rei, Liane, Rochelle, Ji-Hoon, Lydia and even Wanda. Hank commented how he was still amazed he hasn't lost his head yet.

"Who said I haven't?" Jason joked with a small chuckle.

"Who's watching them?" He asked in returning smiling.

"Elizabeth, Nat and Bruce. I hope."

"Oh dear god. Now, I gotta know, who's the hardest to watch over?"

"Depends on the day. Rei is the easiest at most, Rochelle is rather shy and hangs out with her friends..but Liane.."

"Felton's what? Oh. You can't lie to me, and not say Rei Stark doesn't turn your gears one bit."

"Rei does make me question my life choices, but I love him to death. Felton, she is a handful and a total bitch at times. It's why I always hand her off to Hill to taken care of. I need my silence."

That caused Hank to snort and laugh. He knew the man was too polite to say anything to harsh per say, not knowing who's around to hear him but if possible he will let a rip.

"Now that's the Jason I know, call it how it is!" He shouted as he tossed a chip into his mouth, "Half of them ain't even your kids."

The blonde smirked nodding, knowing the grey man's words to be truth. There are good couple of them aren't his legally or even raised them from childhood, but a part of him does care. Even if he wants to shut up half the time.

Hell, even the ants joined in on the fun. They are 247 of them after all, the ants were bound to make their appearance in carrying items around and or, helping them with alerting any incoming news on the heist they were waiting to happen.

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Later on, that very night they went to the basement as they turned on the lights to reveal a high tech level of security cameras, microphones and chairs laying around. It was linked up to whatever humanity possible can find, in this case, the ants.

They watched Scott break into his house, as Hank seemed impressed by his work giving Jason a couple of approved nods, as they kept rolling the tape. The handy work, the levels of patience and precision Scott Lang had was amazing. His quick thinking and ways he moved around the area at quick speed was something he could only imagine to do when he was back in the 40s. Hank used to think and move that fast in the late 80s. More or less.

Without a better matter of minutes he took the suit and ran. They spend the better part of the next day, watching Scott and see what he would do.

That he was expandable. And that he was. Jason chocked out a laugh at how freaked out he was as Hank talked into the coms. Sadly of course, the moment he returned the suit, he was caught red handed by the cops.

It was Hope's doing. She didn't know much about the man or the fact that he had a track record he was trying to maintain. Which led Hank to toss a pair of suits over to Jason, telling him it's time to lawyer up, as the man rolled his eyes at his friend.

Once they were in the prison, Scott Lang was brought into a room confused more the most part, not understanding who they were. He didn't know about the fact that he had a lawyer watching after him. They told him second chances don't always come easily, especially for men like him, next time he gets one, he should take a closer look onto what it is. And he's smart enough, he will listen to them.

Thankfully he did, as Hank ordered the ants to get Scott escape the jail cell and be brought home that night. However the man got dizzy and past out, resulting him to be knocked out cold in one the guest bedrooms of the house.

Hank's house, since he had more tech and landscape to work around than Jason did. As they waited for him to wake up, the blonde went out grab some more supplies and food. He was hungry.

When he returned home with the items needed, entering quietly through the front door he heard it. Hope was here. He should've known she would've made an appearance at some point.

"Please tell me you didn't call JJ." She said looking at her father with her arms crossed.

"I didn't call JJ." Her father responded with a sigh, trying to enjoy his tea.

"He is busy right now."

"I didn't call him."

She pointed to the brown leather jacket that was on the chair beside her. The one she gave the blonde years ago for a birthday present when she was in high school. Her father said he was borrowing it from the man's closet when he went to check on his home.

"You liar. Like always. Just say that you did." Hope remarked.

Hank groaned, "I emailed him."

"You tipped him. Dragging his ass here, for what? I can handle the mission myself!"

"No, you can't! He needed one-"

"You never listen to me!"

"Hope!"

She looked over her shoulder at face the voice who called out her name like an old memory. Only to find her uncle standing there with a stern look on his face, his usual cheeky grin was exchanged for a pair of lined smile and frustrated eyes that glared into her soul. He made her feel like a child again, getting in trouble for yelling at her father or running away from school grounds to play with her friends.

She looked down, feeling less than, muttering a soft 'sorry' in his direction as he simply nodded. He shook his head and sighed at his niece. He hated seeing them fight, he knew they had their reasons but she walked away a long time ago, just to prove a point to her father that she was worth it. And she already was.

"I didn't know..I uh, would've liked a heads up that you were coming..." She admitted for being silent for a moment.

He placed the bag of groceries on the table as he gave her a small half smile, "I know..but I knew you would've said otherwise and convince me to stay home."

"You don't have to be here. I can handle this."

"I know. But I'm here now, it's not like I'm going to waste a long drive just to be stuck at home listening to ABBA on the radio."

"Still. You should've-"

"Hope. Just don't. What's done is done. I came at my own risk and I won't be staying long, just to make sure a few things are in check."

"..I uh, I missed you."

"I did too."

She pulled her arms out to be taking in by his embrace. The warmth of his hugs always felt like a nice blanket as he wrapped her arms around him and kissed her forehead. She rested her head against his shoulder having another moment of silence to relax, sending a small glare to her father. She chuckled hearing her uncle brought her favorite ice cream from Basin Robins to help ease the tension, causing a tiny grunt from Hank. Her uncle smirked and told her to get Scott as she pulled away with a small smile.

When Hope walked out, he turned around to see his old friend sending daggers swords him. Jason just shrugged, "What?"

"You can't win her over with ice cream and hugs." He remarked.

"Yes I can. That's my job as the uncle. Make you look bad, so you want to work harder for her affection."

"That's not how it's supposed to work."

"That's exactly how it's supposed to work."

Soon enough, Scott and Hope joined them in the dinning room, as they talked trying to explain the situation to the confused brunette. Hope and Hank bricked as they did, as Jason tried to defuse the issue at hand introducing the trio. Scott listened along, trying to piece together everything they said, hearing how they were impressed with his work as well. He was offered some sugar, watching the ants push it around.

"H-how do you make them do that?" Scott asked pointing to the said ants, watching one climb onto Jason's finger with ease.

"Ants can lift objects 50 times their size. They can build farms. Corporate with each other." Hank explained.

"Right. But how do you make them do that?"

"I used electromagnetic waves to stimulate their factor's nerves center using a device. I speak to the Ants. I can go anywhere, see everything and hear everything."

"And still know absolutely nothing. I'm late for a meeting." Hope injects with a clear tone, pressing a kiss to her uncles cheek and a nod to her father.

"Be safe!" Jason calls out with a half smile, sipping his tea.

"Always am!"

With that she walks out. Scott raised an hand asking who the hell they are, what the hell is going on and if he could back to jail. Jason rolled his eyes telling both men to follow him.

They walked and talked heading down to the basement to reveal a small headquarters as Scott looked around in awe. Hank explained the suit and his role in this as Jason finished setting up a few things adding in a jab or two as he went along.

"Pym tech? SHIELD?" Scott said muttering under his breathe as he followed their voices.

"Darren Cross had heard rumors around the Pym Particles. Something that both companies tried to keep under lock and key, with only a few knowing it existed." Jason explained.

"And he became obsessed with recreating my formula." Hank continued to explain holding a vial of Pym particles, "But I wouldn't help. So he partially voted me out of my own company. Hope was chairmen of the board, so that helped. But she came back to me when she saw how close he was with his process. But without a suit, the brain isn't protected."

"Causing a fiery sensational effect that can make the brain unstable. And Cross hasn't realized that part yet. So with our luck, he'll die."

"Be nice, JJ. Cross isn't the most stable guy to begin with."

Scott listen then asked, "So what do you want from me?"

Both men exchange a look as Hank walked over to Scott Lang and told him he believed in second chances for everyone. A redemption. Saying that if he does that, he can start a new path and get some insight wiped off his records. Scott looked pleased declaring that he will go along with the plan of theirs. Within a couple of hours, they all got to work.

Scott began to start training how to use the suit, understanding the plan and communicating with the idea on how to get into the building. He got learn about the concept of the ants and their behavior in the process of the world. Hope and Jason offered to teach Scott some fighting techniques to help him later on. Hope smirked getting a good swing at Scott punching him hard enough he fell backwards, as Jason snorted at their dynamic play between the tackles to the ground.

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It got to a certain point where Scott was given the opportunity to learn how to control the ants. Hank acted as director for him, telling him to focus having faith that he can do it. Scott tried but it didn’t work. Hope groan annoyed telling him how he needed to commit to communicating with them, he has to mean it. The father daughter duo, once again began to argue over the subject. Jason reminded them on how the focus should be on helping Scott with the trails.

“Really? That’s where our focus should be?” Hope said, taking the device used for the ants and held it close to her ear controlling to do more than just add sugar to the tea. She caused to room to darken as the ants blocked out the lights, Hank caught her before she can act by further. Her voice broke as she muttered a few words at her father and sighed before exiting the room.

Hank knew he couldn’t do it without her. Since day one she has requested to be put in the suit, do the trails and get the mission accomplished herself, but her father refused every request she made. Jason knew the reason why. Scott noticed the problem being a father himself and went out to talk to her, hoping to knock some sense into Hope and have her see behind the act.

The two were alone in the house, standing in awkward silence as the moment of Hope’s departure replayed in their heads. Hank walked around the first floor, fumbling with a small piece of dice he found in the living room as Jason watched from the window the car sitting in the driveway with the two figures talking inside.

He broke the silence with a scoff, biting in the inside of his cheek as he said, “You have to tell her.”

“No.” He muttered in response, knowing exactly what he meant by those words.

“If you want her on your side, you have to break the ice here. She knows Janet didn’t die cause of some accident involving a plane. I know it’s painful for you, Hank, but she deserves to know.”

“Like you told Stark about his parents death.”

That silence Jason quicker than expected. He remembered how Howard and Maria died, when he was at his lowest moments during the holiday season. He told Tony what he knew and what he only could’ve revealed of that painful memory, going as far as to show him the photographs he dug up a few days later from news reports. Hank might’ve had a falling out with Howard but he was at the damn funeral for a short period of time before returning home.

Hank knew he hit a nerve and continued, “You couldn’t even wrap your head around fact that you lost them. Worse, telling a child their mother died and they never had the chance to say goodbye. I lost Janet that day because of my misfortunes during the mission.”

“I know, I heard the story. I can only imagine how you felt when it happened, when she shrunk down to that size..” Jason added trying to find his voice again.

“Please, don’t remind me, Jason, she went sub-atomic...”

“And you tried to get her back by studying for weeks on an answer to get her back”

“I made a mistake letting her come with me..I was stupid enough to let that happen..you know how hard it is for me just to relive that experience again…Hope might hate me when she finds out..”

“I know, she might but she will forgive you…Hank..you and I have made a lot mistakes in the past 3 decades. We made decisions that we aren’t proud of..thinking we are protecting them from harm..”

“That’s the whole point! That’s our job, to keep them safe and not be heartbroken by the truth. You only gave Stark the benefit of the doubt about his parents death and how it affected the outcome, you said he hated the world for it..I can’t tell her..we have secrets for a reason..”

“Yeah well, Tony could care less about his father…How about you only tell her what you can? When the time comes where she asks for more, you go into more detail about what happened. You are driving her away now…I know you hate the looks she gives you. You said it yourself..”

There was an unspoken number of casualties among those accidents that occurred during the death of their loved ones. Only so much information, they kept closed to their chest to prevent others suffering in those moments. The amount of consequences to their loved ones being gone felt like a huge blow to the head and stuffed around in secret.

Hank knew that, especially with the fact that his very friend lost more than he can chew.

He felt sorry for bringing it up, but it just didn’t occur to him the words would impact that hard. Hell, the memories of his wife were still so fresh in his brain like it was yesterday.

Hank ran a couple of fingers cross his hair muttering, “Sorry for bringing that up. It’s just…”

“I know..I know. But you do need to let her know what happened that day.” Jason responded taking a breath to regain himself.

That was when Hope and Scott returned from the car, about to say something but was cut off by Hank’s statement. He had a hand against the fireplace beforehand turning around to face the two of them, to face his daughter with the truthful remarks she desires to know. He slowly but surely explained what he could to his daughter onto what happened to her mother as her voice broke mumbling a few questions.

He did in best to answer them. It hurt to talk about it, as it felt like he was reliving the same day all over again. She wanted to know more but her thoughts didn’t seem to allow her to think straight as she teared up even more. Hank just told her in the end he lost her mother, he didn’t mean to lose his daughter too.

Scott ruined the moment with a quippy response that caused Jason to roll his eyes, telling him to go make some tea. Afterwards the four of them got back to work on training Scott and working with the plans they had in motion.

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At some point, Jason went upstairs to get something to eat and suddenly got another set of calls. He sighed deeply knowing they must've been from Liane or Rei, he ignored knowing it was probably something they could've handle themselves. They had to learn how to get along and figure out solutions to things without an actual adult fixing it entirely for them.

With a deep sigh he answered, “Hello?”

“Jason! Aha we might got an issue at the compound—dude shut up!” Said the voice that clearly belonged to Liane.

“Okay, who burnt the toaster again? Wait why are you at The Compound anyway? Your supposed to be at The Tower..”

“The adults went out on a small scale meeting, so we were left alone. Long story short, we had an incident at The Tower and decided to visit The Compound for breakfast instead—Ughhh Rei be quiet! Rick calm it’s gonna be fine—I was saying, we came here and Sam made us breakfast…and then..”

“Then what? Liane spit it out or put Rei on the phone.”

“Then we saw an issue and Sam told us to stay inside.”

Just as Liane and Rei’s voices were heard, along with the other members in the background, Jason was called downstairs by Hank to check on something. And let’s just say, he wanted to punch the older man for his actions. From the panels on the screen, shots of Scott fighting The Falcon to get inside Avengers Compound. Hope half smiled, annoyed and confused by Scott’s actions.

It was honestly hilarious yet stressful.

He put the phone call on mute as he whispered, “Hank, what the hell?! You said that the item you were looking for was at an old building, not Avengers Compound!”

“I didn’t know that it was remodeled after all this time! You could’ve said something.” Hank remarked looking up at the blonde from his seat.

“You weren’t speaking of the specifics either! Oh god..Scott better get out of there.”

“He’ll be fine. Besides he’s fighting an Avenger, this can be taken as part of his training for the next assignment. What are you worried about?”

“Half of the other avengers are inside the building now and they’re a little terrified.”

Hope said an eyebrow confused onto what her uncle meant until she heard the voices over the phone and almost immediately laughed at the sound.

She couldn’t make out the voices very well but one caught her ears as she asked, “Is that Felton? Since when is she freaked out over something like this, isn’t she an Avenger?”

Jason just shrugged at this point and responded, “It’s a great mystery to all of this. And yes that was her. I can already picture Rei’s annoyed expressions. Whatever we do, we just have to get Scott out there and fast.”

“Or they might call the other heroes for assistance. Damn it.”

“Days like this, I wish my retirement plan was completely different.”

“You can always come stay with me instead. Wait, I’m still in the Will right?”

He winked at her meaning a clear ‘yes you are, honey.’ As they both returned their focus back onto the screen watching Hank navigate Scott across the field to fight Falcon, suddenly they lost visual contact with him as the ants couldn’t see what was happening inside. It went silent as the only sound came from the cell phone in Jason’s hand.

He raised the phone up his ear to respond, “Whatever happens stay instead. I’ll be there in a couple of hours to check up on—”

“About time you picked up the damn phone!” Yelled the voice that belonged to his first godson.

“Rei?! What happened to Liane?”

“I took it off her hands, she went to help calm Rick and the others down or whatever. I really don’t care. Do I have permission to take her down Felton and shut off the systems?”

“Permission granted—wait, hold off on shutting down the systems for a few minutes and then reboot The Compound.”

“Does that mean I’m in charge of everything?”

“Does it mean the house won’t be fire when I come over to check on you guys?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then you’re in charge. And please get a hold of an adult!”

The phone called ended with Rei’s voice being heard over the speaker as you can imagine the others not sounding too pleased about the news. Jason just smirked already picturing their faces as he watched the panels of Scott escaping and Falcon on the floor. Him and Hank fist bump at the process of the mission turning out decently well.

He knew Hank was gonna have a talk with Scott on his actions and how he handled it, but Jason knew based on the files that Scott must’ve gotten the item needed for the job.

And he was right.

Hope was very impressed with what he did as her father sighed in relief at the assignment being completed. Scott Lang had skills and knowledge to be used on a battlefield one day, possibly even a hero. The four of them talked about upcoming events that were set in motion as Jason texted his nephew for updates on the situation from earlier as it seemed like things have calmed down over there.

He will need to drive over there to check up on them later.

As of now, all he knew is that the four of them were headed into a very dangerous environment within the incoming hours. Especially after Darren Cross’s appearance at the household, assuming he was just speaking with Hank Pym, as the others were silently standing in the kitchen.

The next couple of hours were gonna be a wild ride.

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raccoonbatz · 8 months

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What happens in Paris // Tao Xu x F!Reader [ PART 1 ]

A/N: Welcome to my first non- oneshot! I just finished heartstopper season 2 and my unhealthy obsession with Tao came back and I became inspired by writing for this man, so much that I decides to make a multiple parts story this time! :) Keep in mind that english isn't my first language so sorry if some things are written wrong.

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Summary: Your typical enemies to lovers w/ kinda slowburn story!

Important: Elle and Tao are just best friends in this story. As much as I ship these two I just had to write this with y/n :) oh and it takes place in season 2, after the exams.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol

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"Soo, you're excited for Paris?" Nick asked while softly bumping your shoulder as you walk towards the party.

"Yea! Very excited to be with my best friends in a country I've never been to." You said excited.

"Reminder, I am not your best friend." Someone said behind you. You turned your head and met with Tao's eyes.

"I didn't actually include you." You said and he scoffed. You rolled your eyes and turned back to Nick who chuckled a bit.

"I don't really get why you guys don't just get along-" Charlie said.

"Because she is annoying-" Tao said but you quickly interrupted him.

"Says the one who always has to intervene." You said.

"I don't do that-" He said.

"You literaly just did-" You said confused.

"Yea, you kinda do-" Elle added and he scoffed.

"Now she's turning you too?" He said playfully to Elle and she chuckled.

"Not turning, just stating facts." She says and you chuckled. Tao playfully rolled his eyes

You guys arrived at the woods party, where everyone was already dancing, drinking and partying. Elle waved to some of her new friends and walked towards them. Isaac was getting a drink with James and Nick and Charlie were heading somewhere deeper in the woods together which left u with Darcy, Tara and Tao.

"Let's get something to drink" Darcy said and u nodded.

"I swear Darcy if u get too drunk again-" Tara said and u chuckled.

"What are you talking about-" Darcy said and Tao snickered.

"That's what we're talking about, you don't even remember." Tao said

"Yea I mean, we love to babysit you the whole night don't get us wrong but-" You said but Tao interupted you

"Did you just agree with me?" He said with a smirk on his face.

"Tao, I swear if u don't get that stupid smirk off your face-" You said trying to intimidate him which was quite hard since he was alot taller than you.

"Then what?" He said, still smirking. Darcy and Tara looked at each other and sneaky blended with the crowd to get away.

"Then you'll-" You said but took a quick look around to see that you guys were abandoned. Tao looked around and realized the same.

"Those fuckers-" You said and Tao chuckled.

"They don't wanna be seen with you either." He said and you rolled your eyes.

"Then what are you still doing here hmm?" You said and crossed your arms.

"That is-" He says and paused for a bit. "A really good question" He added and thought for a bit.

"Goodbye!" He says and started to walk away. You sighed and turned around, walking in the direction you thought Darcy and Tara went in.

You walked towards the place where you could get a drink and grabbed a red cup and poured something to drink in it. U took a sip and quickly realized it wasn’t just soda.

“Ah, there you are!” You heard behind you and turned around.

“Ah, hey Tara!” You smiled but your smile quickly faded away remembering that they left you.

“Why in gods name did u guys leave me with that asshole?” You asked and they chuckled

“We know you like him-“ Darcy said and u spit out your sip that you were taking

“You guys are batshit crazy-“ You said and chuckled.

“Everyone knows” Tara added and u laughed

“The fact that u guys can’t feel the tension is insane!” Darcy said and you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t know which tension you’re talking about. The only tension I feel when talking to him is an angry one.” You said and took a big sip of your cup.

Darcy and Tara gave each-other a look while you looked at them confused.

“Is there something I don’t know?” You asked and they snickered.

“No- no no nothing to worry about-“ Tara said and u sighed.

“Nevermind then- Where is everyone?” You asked

“We have no clue-“ Darcy said.

The party went on for a bit. Charlie and Nick went home early because Nick wasn’t feeling well. Darcy and Tara also already left and Elle and Isaac were nowhere to be found. When you grabbed your headphones to listen so some music for the long walk home, u felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Ur still here?” Tao asked confused.

“Yea, I was about to walk home.” You said and wanted to turn around, but Tao stopped you again.

“You’re walking alone? Now?” He said and looked genuinely confused.

“Uh, yeah? Do you see anybody else with me right now?” You said and chuckled. Tao stood still for a second.

Then he hesitated for a second to say something.

“Spit it out dude.” You said.

“I know we don’t get along, but I also don’t want you to walk alone to your house.” He said and looked.. concerned?

“Uh-“ You were taken a bit back. He never said something nice to you.

“You want to walk me home?” You said confused.

“No- I don’t want to-“ He says and pauses for a bit. “But I would probably get killed by the rest if they knew I let you walk alone.” He added and chuckled a bit.

“Fair.” You said and softly smiled.

“Fine, we can walk together but-“ You said and paused

“But what?” He asked

“I want to listen to my music tho.” You said as you placed your headphones on your head.

“Perfect for me!” He says and takes out his earbuds and places them into his ears.

As you guys were walking home you caught yourself looking at Tao sometimes.

You never really noticed how cute he is.

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squoxle · 7 months

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕓𝕪��𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕥. 𝟚 •◦இ•◦ ℕ𝕚𝕜𝕚 𝕗𝕗

🧩 pairing: babysitter!niki x babysitter!reader!afab

🧩 summary: your babysitting gig is working better than planned, but things are heating up between you and your best friend Niki. req by: @chaenqen

🧩 cw: swearing, suggestive flirting, kissing

🧩 wc: 2.7k ❀ part 1

You remember this like it was yesterday. You and Niki had finished your first job and he ended the night by kissing you on the cheek.

You and Niki have been doing surprisingly well with this babysitting business. You had already made over $3,500 in less than 3 months and Niki was doing much better with the kids now. You decided to continue running your business through Instagram and just link a PDF file showing the pricing. It was just easier to watch one platform.

Of course, you had your best customer, Valerie, and her son James. She booked you guys every Friday now, and Niki and James have grown much closer. He's almost like a big brother to him. It's always cute to see them together.

In fact, last Friday was the first time you ever watched James at his house. She knew this was gonna be expensive, but she wanted you to keep him overnight and she would return the following morning. The reason this time was their anniversary, and her husband wanted to take her out of town.

Valerie gave us extra money to buy pizza for dinner, but Niki wanted to make taiyaki for James. "What's taco-ya-key?" James asked as he sat across the counter watching Niki mix the batter. "Taiyaki," Niki chuckled. "Oops tie-yaki," James giggled back. "It's like a dessert. Trust you're gonna love it," Niki said as he pulled out the mold.

"Umm does it taste like fish or something?" James asked tilting his head to the side. "Huh? What kind of dessert has fish in it?" "I think he might be confused by the mold Niki." "Oh. My bad. No, there's no fish in here. Unless you want some." "No way!" James said clenching his teeth together and shaking his head. "You sure? It might be better than you think," Niki smiled. "Uhn uhn," James said shaking his head once more. Niki poured the batter on the first side. "Niki, can I help?" James said, stopping Niki as he scooped the second spoon. "Oh, sure," Niki replied before picking James up out of his chair making him giggle a bit. "Okay, just pour the batter on the empty side over here." "Okay. I hope I don't make a mess." "If you do it's okay, I'll clean it up. But be careful, it's hot." James poured the batter on the other side spilling a few drops as he moved the spoon away.

"Oops." "Don't worry. I got it," Niki said placing James on the ground. Niki walked over to the sink to grab a wet towel, but when he turned around he saw that James was already on the ground wiping the batter up with his shirt. "You didn't have to do that. I told you I got it." "It's okay, Niki. I don't mind." "Yea, but now your shirt is dirty." "That's okay. I can change it." Niki patted James on the head. "Alright, well we can change it after we're done. The taiyaki still needs filling." "How are you gonna fill it?" "Y/N filled a piping bag with a chocolate filling while we were busy making a mess," Niki giggled. "Can I do it?" "Of course, you can," Niki said before coming to get the bag from you and handing it to James.

"Okay just pipe one straight line," Niki said as placed James on the countertop. "Okay," James said focusing hard on the stream of thick chocolate filling coming out of the bag. This time he was careful not to spill anything this time. "Niki, look! I did it!" James said, eyeing Niki for validation. "I see. You did a really good job too," Niki smiled. "And I didn't make a mess either," James smiled proudly. "Hehe, awesome!" James held up his hand and Niki gave him a high five. "Yes!" James shouted. Niki closed the mold to finish cooking the dessert.

While those two were busy playing around, you cleaned the kitchen around them and ordered the pizza. There was no way you were gonna let James only eat taiyaki for dinner. It was so cute to watch Niki bond so well with James. "It's crazy to think how they were when they first met," you chuckled to yourself.

*DING DONG*

"Boys! Pizza's here!" you exclaimed after closing the front door.

"Yay! Pizza!" James jumped as he ran to the table.

"Be careful," Niki said as James hopped into the chair. "When'd you order this?" he continued.

"While you two were busy with your Father-Son bonding time," you teased.

"Psh, whatever," he said giving you a cheeky look.

You fixed James a plate of pepperoni pizza with broccoli and cheese. "Thank you," he smiled before picking up a piece of broccoli. Afterward, you all sat down at the table to eat dinner together.

Niki and James finished up first and went to the living room to watch TV. James had been trying to get Niki to watch Thomas with him, and now he finally had the opportunity. "Which character do you like?" James asked as they watched the show together. "I like the red one...James right?" "Yep," James smiled before snuggling under Niki's arm. You joined them on the couch, sitting on the opposite side of Niki, resting your head on his shoulder. The sound of talking trains faded away as the three of you fell asleep together.

You woke up after some time to see James resting peacefully on Niki's lap. And, to your surprise, Niki had his arm wrapped around you. Your subtle movements were enough to wake Niki out of his sleep. "What time is it?" Niki groaned in a raspy voice. "Uhh...I don't really know. 12, maybe?" "Mmm, lemme check my phone," Niki said before noticing that James was lying on his lap. "Hmm, or maybe not," he continued before letting out a muffled yawn. "We should probably take him to his room." "Yea, I'll go pull his covers back," you said before getting up to leave the room. You still couldn't get over the fact that Niki had his arm around you. "Hold on, I'm coming with you," Niki said as he lifted James's sleepy body into his arms. The two of you walked to his room and turned on a night light. You pulled the covers back and Niki walked over to lay James down.

You and Niki headed back to the living room. "I'm kinda in the mood for a snack now. What about you?" Niki said as he walked to the kitchen. "Hmm, me too." "I have some more batter left. I'll make us some taiyaki and we can eat that unless you want something else." "No that's good."

Niki carried over 3 taiyaki. "We can split the ext--" Niki paused mid-sentence as he spotted James rubbing his eyes and walking over to you. "M-mommy," James mumbled as he crawled on the couch next to you. "No, it's me, James," you said as he looked up at you. "Sorry. I keep almost calling you that," James said shaking the little sleep out of his eyes. "Well, since you're here do you want the extra taiyaki?" Niki asked handing him the warm treat wrapped in a napkin. "Yes, thank you," he smiled before taking a big bite out of the fish-shaped snack.

Niki turned on the train cartoon for James, before whispering in your ear, "I guess we're Mommy and Daddy now, huh?" hearing this made you blush. "N-Niki." "What? We obviously make a pretty good team. Don't you think?" You were speechless. This behavior was odd, even for Niki. Or maybe it just felt different because of the way you woke up earlier.

Anyways, this Wednesday Valerie booked you to monitor a play date between James and a few of her friends' kids around the same age. As usual, she sent you her information and the information of the other kids. You were instructed to meet them at her house.

Fortunately, you had already been there before, which made finding things much easier.

“Ok, the kids will be over here in about 30 minutes. I just need you guys to set up the table and put these drinks in the fridge,” Valerie said handing you multiple juice boxes. “You want to make sure the kids have everything they need until we get back.” She said as she scanned a yellow piece of notepaper. “This has everything you need to know and everything that should be done in case of an emergency. We have two medkits. One under the kitchen cabinet and one behind the bathroom mirror. I'm gonna go finish getting dressed now, don't forget to call me if you need anything else. I really appreciate your business. The two of you have truly been a blessing to me and my son.” Valerie continued prancing around for a few minutes before walking back to her room to finish getting dressed. James was busy watching TV on the couch while you and Niki finished preparing for the playdate.

"This should be fun," you awkwardly smiled at Niki. "Well, this is the first time we had to supervise a playdate with multiple kids. So, I hope it's fun."

*DING DONG*

"They're here," you said in unison, rushing to the door. You all exchanged greetings with the children's mothers as the group of kids ran to join James on the couch. "Val! You ready?" one of the women shouted. "Almost!" you heard her reply from a distance. Most of the women headed to the kitchen and began chatting about their plans, but one stayed behind.

You could tell that one of the women was fixated on Niki. She had been looking him up and down since she first laid eyes on him. She looked around 25 or 26 and stood around 5ft 6in. She wore a pair of 4-inch stilettos with her cold black hair slicked back into a ponytail. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a tailored red blouse, her outfit perfectly accentuated her slim/curvy figure.

"Sorry, I didn't get a chance to properly introduce myself. I'm Catherine. Annie's mom." she said in a seductive tone, careful not to break eye contact with Niki. "I'm Y/N." "And I'm Niki." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Niki. What inspired you to start working with kids?" she asked as she began toying with her necklace that sat right above her cleavage. *Me bitch. I'm the only reason we're doing this shit in the first place* you muttered to yourself.

"Umm...well actually it started off as a way to make extra money, but now I'm kinda finding enjoyment in the whole process." "Tell me more about yourself. What do you like to do in your free time?" *God, she should go wipe the drool from her stupid ass lips* "Well, I like to dance." "Oh, so you're a dancer huh? How about you show me a little something," she said as she walked over to grab his hand and place it around her waist. *No fucking way. Is she serious?* "Heh, okay," Niki replied as he started to do a sort of partner dance which Catherine used as an opportunity to sensually move her hips and roll her body against his.

You found this disgusting as hell but at the same time you kinda of wished he was dancing like that with you. You rolled your eyes as she giggled when Niki spun her around. "Hmm, you're pretty good with your body. I'd love to dance with you more often. Maybe you could even teach me a few things. I'm really good at following instructions," she smiled placing a hand on his chest. "Maybe," he smiled back. "I'll even pay you for your time." "Tempting, I'll definitely think about it."

"Ok, ladies. I'm ready!" Valerie smiled as she entered the living room. "If you ever feel like you wanna dance, call me," Catherine said pulling a pen out of her purse. She scribbled her number on his hand before leaving with the other women. "Bye, baby! Bye, Niki," she said as she walked out of the door.

"Ugh, good riddance," you scoffed. "What?" "Did you see the way she looked at you?" you shook your head. "What do you mean?" "I'm really good at following instructions," you mocked. Niki laughed at your impression of Catherine. "She was literally all over you." "We were dancing." "Ugh." "What? Do you wanna dance with me?" "Yes--no. I don't fucking care." "Right."

You and Niki pulled out a few toys and activities for the kids to do together. James played trains with one of the boys. Two other kids worked on puzzles together. And Annie was drawing pictures with another girl.

Fortunately, all of the kids were very well-behaved, but it was about time for a nap. You made sure to follow Valerie's explicitly detailed schedule. You put on a quiet movie and got them all blankets.

"James was telling us about taiyaki. He said it was a fish cake with chocolate inside. Can we have one after nap time?" Annie asked as you placed the blanket over her. You were surprised at how well she spoke at such a young age. "Yea. Can we try the fish stuff after naps?" Xavier chimed. "Niki?"

Niki was busy talking to James, but when he heard you call his name, he immediately turned to face you. "Yea, what's up?" "Do you mind making taiyaki for everyone after nap time?" "Oh yea sure. That's no problem," he smiled. "Yay!" the kids cheered in unison. "James must've been spilling all of our little secrets with everyone," he smiled as he ruffled James's hair. "Hehe, yea because you're so cool," he giggled. "I love you, Niki. You're the best big brother in the world," he smiled hugging Niki before laying down. "I love you too, James. Now get some rest so you can help me make the snack for everyone when you get up." "Really?! I can help?" "Of course. I think you put a secret ingredient inside because those were the best taiyaki I ever had in my life." "You're whole life? Wow," James yawned before slowly drifting off to sleep.

Niki must've caught you staring at him because he gave you a strange look as he walked over to you. But it was just something about the way he was with James. Seeing his "big brother" side was surprising, considering that Niki was usually the type to pop off for almost no reason at all.

Niki grabbed one of your hands and put the other one around your waist. "N-Niki? What are you doing?" "Dancing.'' You weren't the best dancer, but Niki made you feel very comfortable as he guided you around the kitchen floor. The dancing was brief, but you enjoyed it. You had never been this close to Niki...well not in this way. He stopped after spinning you around and landing in a position where you fell under his body. You braced yourself against the countertop as you looked up into his eyes. He leaned down to place a soft, delicate kiss on your lips. Nothing sensual, just sweet and romantic.

"As if," you scoffed. "How many times are you gonna keep kissing me?" "I've only kissed you twice. You must be referring to your fantasies," he teased. "Yea right. Why would I ever waste my energy thinking about something as stupid as a kiss?" "It's not a waste if you like it." "Well, I don't like it." "No? Well then I guess I won't do it anymore," he shrugged. "But--Whatever, I don't care. I'd be happier if you kept your damn lips to yourself anyway." "Are you sure about that?" "Yea, I'm sure." "Well, then I guess you wouldn't mind if I start helping Cath--" You cut him off, grabbed his hand, and aggressively wiped her number off of his hand with a wet towel. Niki burst into laughter. "I was only joking punk," he said before placing a kiss on your cheek. "Let's go watch a movie while we wait for them to wake up," Niki said walking over to the kitchen table and pulling out his phone. "I forgot to bring my laptop, so that'll have to work," he chuckled.

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"Bodyguard" || James Valdez x Reader (PART 1)

Summary: You are Camila Vargas' daughter and you're used to your mother's meetings with people who don't seem trustworthy at all. One day, however, your mom invites you to one of these meetings along with a man, James, who she says will become your bodyguard.

I apologize in advance for any possible grammatical errors, English is not my native language.

Pairings: James Valdez x Reader

Word count: 1,5k

Warnings: Swear words, description of sexual content

Mi amor, I need to introduce you to someone.

This was the message I had received from my mother, Camila Vargas. The tone of the message was neutral, but it didn't bode well. I walked through the long hallway of our villa, arriving at the door of her office. I knew perfectly well what my mother's job was, but I had never wanted to get involved, and neither did she feel the need for it.

I knocked on the door twice, and from inside, I heard a voice telling me to come in. I had never been in that room before, and at first glance, it looked like the typical office of an accountant. Standing next to my mom, there was a man I had never seen before. He didn't seem like one of those men with questionable faces that I often saw around the house.

"Mi pequeña, I wanted to introduce you to James Valdez. James is one of my trusted men, and he will be tasked with being your bodyguard," said my mom.

My bodyguard? I looked at the man, and from his expression, he wasn't thrilled about babysitting me and following me around.

"Is something going on?" I wasn't stupid; if things were calm, she would never need someone to protect me.

"Let's just say I'm working on something. Anyway, that's all for now. James, your job starts now," and with that, my mom dismissed us.

I left the room with James behind me, and as I walked down the hallway that led me to that room, I turned to get a better look at James.

"So, you're my new babysitter?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Seems like it," he replied, trying to look elsewhere. He wasn't thrilled, and it was obvious.

"I'm sorry you're forced to do this; it's clear you're not happy," I said sincerely. He seemed surprised that I spoke to him so candidly.

"It's not so terrible to take you out for food and shopping," he said, winking. At that moment, I was quite irritated.

"Do you think that just because I'm Camila Vargas's daughter, all I do in my free time is shopping? Darling, you've got me all wrong," I replied angrily and quickly walked away.

He ran after me trying to catch up, but I reached my room first and locked the door. I couldn't stand the idea that he thought that of me. If he thought it, anyone could.

"Open this door," he said firmly from the other side. I didn't respond to him.

"Y/N, open this damn door, or I'll kick it down," he said again. In the end, I gave in and opened it.

"Thanks," he said, forcing his way in and locking the door behind him. Then he grabbed me by the arms and pushed me against the wall.

"Listen, kid," his face was inches from mine, "I have no desire to make this job harder than it is. I respect your mother; she entrusted me with the most important thing to her, and that's fine. But you're still a kid, and you need to learn that you can't behave like this with me." His words hit me hard and made my head spin. I didn't actually know if it was spinning because of his words or because he was so close to me and in a rather inappropriate position. I nodded, and he let me go. I was nervous; how dare he call me a kid?

"I want to sleep now," I told him, moving away from him and getting under the covers. He settled in the chair at my desk. If I told him to leave, he would get angry again, so I tried not to think about it and tried to sleep.

***

I woke up groggy. I didn't know how long I had been sleeping. As soon as I woke up, I saw James in the same position I had left him, and he was staring at me. "Good morning, princess, slept well?" He was mocking me. I was starting not to like him. I huffed and got out of bed. I was all disheveled and needed to freshen up.

"I'm going to take a shower," I said, stretching. I noticed he was watching me, so I looked at him too.

"Want to come with me?" I teased him. He looked at me with a mix of hatred and excitement. After all, he was still a man. I shrugged and headed towards the shower.

"Keep the door open," he said firmly. "Forget it," I snapped.

"Fine," he replied, getting up and following me into the bathroom. He leaned against a cabinet and gestured for me to do what I needed to do. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, I'll keep the door open, but get out of here," I finally replied. He went back to sit on the desk chair. I undressed behind a corner and wrapped a very large towel around myself. I only took it off when I was in the shower with the door closed. The warm water was so relaxing that I stayed there for a while. Maybe too long, because at one point, I heard a knock on the shower door.

"Oh my God, everything's fine, I'm just relaxing," I replied to the figure of James tapping on the shower. He backed away, and I tried to finish what I was doing quickly before he came back to bother me. After getting out of the shower, I dried off quickly behind the corner and then went to my room. I took out some underwear and a very short and colorful summer dress.

"Can you at least turn around?" I said to James, and he did. I made sure there were no mirror surfaces where he could peek, and then I quickly got dressed. "Done," I told him, and he turned around, still looking at me. His expression ran all over my body. I felt a bit uncomfortable, so I was the first to look away. Then I grabbed the hairdryer from the bathroom and started drying my hair. At one point, I saw James behind me; he took the hairdryer from my hand and started drying my hair. I didn't know how to react to that situation, so I let him do it.

"Thank you," I said at the end, and he didn't say anything. I looked at the clock; it was almost eight, and my stomach wanted to be filled.

"Do you want to go grab something to eat?" I asked him, and he nodded.

He insisted on taking his car and driving me to a place. When we arrived, I noticed it was a typical American diner. We sat at a table and ordered food. The waitress almost had a heart attack seeing James, as if he were the most handsome man in the world.

"Hey, look who it is," a voice behind me said. It was my ex-boyfriend, one of the people I hated the most in the world. "Hi," I barely replied.

"And who's this, your new boyfriend? Are you fucking?" He said. He was starting to irritate me.

"Listen, asshole, do you leave by yourself or do I have to make you leave? I'm not as nice as I seem," James replied.

"Ohhh, so she really gave it to you. Man, you're lucky, she didn't want to do anything with me, using the excuse of virginity," he laughed.

"Maybe ask yourself some questions then," I said, rolling my eyes.

James suddenly stood up, grabbing him by the collar and shaking him.

"Wasn't I clear enough?" His face was inches from my ex-boyfriend's, and it was quite menacing. My ex began to tremble in fear.

"Sorry, man, I'll leave you guys alone," he said, still trembling, and quickly ran away. "You associated yourself with a guy like that?" James said to me, but noticing that I was embarrassed by what my ex-boyfriend had said in front of him, he dropped the subject, and silence fell between us. When the food arrived, I attacked the plate without looking at James and finished it very quickly.

"It was very good," I said only, still looking down. James remained silent, but after a few seconds, he began to speak. "Listen, Y/N, you did well not to go with that guy. You would have regretted it for sure," his words were understanding and comforting, and they made me feel good.

"Anyway, I didn't think you were still a virgin," he added as if it were a normal thing to say.

"What do you mean?" I asked, curious about his statement.

"I mean, you're a beautiful girl, you could have anyone at your feet," he said. "Once again, you've judged me as someone I'm not," I replied, but this time I wasn't angry.

"It seems so," he replied, smiling at me. It was the first time he smiled, and I understood why the waitress had felt faint when we arrived. He was really handsome. I tried to brush off these thoughts, but he seemed to notice. "What's wrong, do you like my smile?" he said, winking, just like I had done earlier inviting him to come into the shower with me. I looked away. At one point, I heard the beep of his phone. He looked at the phone.

"Okay Y/N, we have a problem. I need to take you away from here, to an isolated and safe place," he said, suddenly becoming serious.

I didn't understand what was happening, but with him, I felt safe.

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Sleeping with Monsters | Dark!Bucky Barnes

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Chapter 11 of Lesser of Two Evils

Warnings: domestic violence, mentions of abuse, choking, subdrop, aftercare

Summary: You spend the rest of the day with Peter, while James goes back to the office. Later, he comes home and takes what's his

Note: This is a dubcon/noncon fic! Heavy violent content and smut will be prevalent. Read at your own risk and mind the warnings at the beginning of each chapter.

You spent a few hours going through the files in the dining room, organizing them based on your own information preferences. It took a while, and no matter how hard you tried to fall into it, Peter lurking behind you kept distracting you.

He didn't speak unless spoken to, watching you with painfully obvious irritation and boredom. His eyes never left you, and because James made you go without underwear you had to be careful about bending over the table. You tried to keep Peter as much in your eyeline as you could, but you wanted to sift through this information as quickly as possible. The faster you found out who killed Jimmy Barnes the faster you could begin a life somewhere else.

Around noon, you went to the kitchen in search of something to eat. James hadn't made you eat breakfast with him this morning, in a hurry to go to work and do God knows what. Inside the fridge you found a few tupperwares of premade meals with your name on them in bright blue sticky notes. It seemed James thought blue was your favorite color since you'd lied and said it was. At least he believed you.

You pulled one off the top pile and opened it. It was some sort of beef with mashed potatoes, but far too much for you to eat on your own. Peter made his way to lean against a pillar and cross his arms while he stared at you. You shook the bin at him with a cautious smile.

"Are you hungry?"

Peter made a face, but he nodded, "Sure."

You popped the bin in the microwave, tapping the counter anxiously to avoid his gaze. He looked far too young to be in this world, and that mean mug he had on his face was definitely not how he normally was. It couldn't be.

When it dinged, you split it onto two plates, the bigger one for him. You slid it across the counter to him, deciding to use this to learn some things about James and his men.

"How old are you, Peter?"

He picked up his fork as he sat down at the bar, looking up at you through his lashes. "Twenty five."

"Kinda young to be in the mafia, a bit too old to be babysitting, huh?"

"I grew up in this crew," he muttered. He dug into his plate, shoveling a big bite into his mouth. He didn't wait to swallow to continue, "Mr. Barnes took care of me and my aunt when my parents died."

"I'm sorry they're gone," you said earnestly.

Peter shrugged, but in a way that told you it bothered him. "I don't really remember them. It's fine."

"If you're like a son to him, why are you babysitting me?" you asked, trying to dig into his nerves a bit. He was young enough he'd likely give something up.

"I'm more like an annoying little brother." Peter let out a sigh and pointed his fork at you, "He said you needed to be protected. He didn't say you needed protection from him, though. He give you those bruises?"

You glanced away from his hazels, embarrassed, "I'm used to it."

His shoulders stiffened, and you knew you had him. You could use this, his childishly chivalrous want to protect a young battered woman.

"He hit you?" Peter asked cautiously, slowly.

"He does whatever he wants. He's the boss, after all," you replied, shrugging and turning back to the fridge.

You pulled out a water jug and went about pouring it into a couple glasses, taking your time. You could feel Peter's eyes on your back, likely trailing down to the bruises on your thighs. You let his mind wander, not answering completely and letting him come to his own conclusions.

When you finished you handed him one of the cups, then tucked into your own meal. Peter didn't say anything else, and neither did you, but his watchful gaze turned to one of empathetic curiosity.

When you were both done you took his plate in silence, washed everything up and went back to work.

Steve was on Bucky’s last nerve.

Ever since he picked up the girl and decided to keep her, Steve hadn’t stopped bitching about it. Bucky drove the entire way to Buchanan Inc.’s main headquarters with his hands white-knuckling the steering wheel as Steve talked his ear off.

They made their way up to the main building, into one of the few legitimate offices Bucky had. This office handled all of the IT for his manufacturing business, and Bucky waved at the worker bees at their desks as he walked by.

His office was on the top floor, surrounded by lawyers and Steve and Sam’s VP offices on the other three quadrants. Divided into four sections on each floor, Bucky’s made up an entire one on itself. His office had its own bathroom, weight section, and closet in case he needed an outfit change. His assistants, Wanda and May, took care of anything he needed, always happy to be where he needed them.

“Good morning, Mr. Barnes,” May smiled as he made his way toward her desk. She and Wanda sat just outside his office, always keeping unwanteds out of his way and monitoring his calls.

“Morning, May,” he grinned back, happy to see her. He always liked May, and she was his father’s assistant before him. Since the business has grown, he hired Wanda to help with May’s workload. In return, May took care of him, so he took care of Peter as he was her nephew. “You got anything for me?”

“Just some mail and transcripts of voicemails. I’ve left those on your desk for review,” she told him, but the way she was watching him told him she wanted something else. He cocked a brow at her and she gave him her most dazzling smile, “I heard Peter’s keeping an eye on a lady friend of yours.”

“It’s time he got some more responsibility,” Bucky told her softly, a bit proud. He liked Peter, and saw the potential the kid had. He mostly worked with Stark and Banner in the lab, but Bucky wanted to eventually push him into a leadership role, a legitimate one so the kid would be set for life. “And don’t worry, where he is, he's completely safe.”

“As long as you think so, I won’t worry, then.”

“You always worry, May. It’s why I trust you.”

She smirked and nodded, “Thank you, Mr. Barnes. Let me know if you need anything.”

The dark marble floors were a welcome sight after nearly a week away. His Gucci loafers clicked along the floor as he pushed open the large doors to his suite. The executive desk laid before a wall of windows, ornate detailing glimmering in the morning light.

His happiness at being back at work was quickly shattered by Steve’s nagging in his ear, and Bucky barely had a moment in his pristine leather chair before he began again.

“What the hell is your deal with this girl, anyway?” he snapped, standing before Bucky’s desk and glaring down at him. “She that good at sucking dick, Buck?”

“Watch your tone, Stevie,” he replied without much bite, instead booting up his laptop to prep for the meetings he had today.

“The real question is; what’s your deal with this girl, Rogers?” Sam piped up, plopping down on the giant couch Bucky had in one corner. He lounged against the back and smirked at Steve when he glared his way next.

“My deal is that you’re giving her too much. She’s not worth all this effort,” Steve told them both with a low growl. “You can find another way to take down the Norns than fucking Loki’s girl.”

“She’s got more insight into his business than even he thinks,” Bucky said pointedly. “She was dating Loki for three and a half years, Steve. The guy loves her, and I know he told her more than she let on.”

“There’s no fuckin’ way-.”

“He does love her. I know he does, and he’ll do anything to get her back, including anything I say.”

“And when he gets her back, she’ll tell him everything she knows about us.”

Bucky chuckled darkly. He leaned on his elbows on the desk, his gloves creaking from the leather as he squeezed them together. “I don’t plan to give her back. She’s worth too much.”

“And you like her,” Steve bit back. “She can’t be that good in the sack, so you have feelings for her.”

“She’s just a toy, Steve,” Bucky sighed. He was growing tired of this conversation. “A toy with knowledge. I’ll get as much use out of her as I can.”

“And when she has nothing else to give but her cunt?” he snarked with a mean grin. “You gonna put a bullet in her head or am I supposed to do that?”

“I fully plan on upholding my deal with the girl,” Bucky snarled, standing sharply from the desk. His chair hit the window with a sharp clatter. “If she can prove Loki or someone else killed my father, then I’ll do what I said. I’ll set her up somewhere safe and give her what I owe her.

“If she doesn’t…” he muttered, cocking his head and staring off into space. “I’ll kill her and Loki myself.”

But he didn’t like the way it felt in his chest.

That seemed to satisfy him for the moment, and Steve let out a little huff before turning away. Sam watched amusedly as he paced back and forth, which was how Steve thought out things when he was stressed. Bucky also couldn’t help but poke that bear.

“You know, she was in the limo when Hela and Thor died.”

Steve turned slowly, his blue eyes blazing. With one arm crossed over his middle, he waved the other one in a rage, “Did she see you? Does she know you did it?”

Bucky shook his head, “She got shot. That scar on her arm is from taking a bullet trying to help them all.”

“How’d she make it out with one bullet wound?” Sam asked with a cocked brow.

“Loki shielded her with his body.”

“So he really does love her,” Steve muttered, mostly to himself. Bucky could see the wheels beginning to turn in his friend’s mind with that knowledge. “What could she have done to earn his trust like that?”

With that, Bucky reached into his bag and pulled out the photo the girl smuggled into her duffel bag. He’d taken it out earlier that day when he realized the importance of it. He handed it to Steve, and Sam got up from his spot to inspect it as well.

She and Loki stood in front of an old shack, smiling at the camera, but it had obviously been cropped. “Open the frame.”

Steve did as he was told and pulled the photo out. It unfolded to reveal Hela, Thor, Heimdall, and Fandrall on either side of them. Steve licked his lips and met Bucky’s gaze, “This was taken in South Sudan.” Bucky nodded, “I think that’s where they met.”

“What on earth could a girl like that be doing in South Sudan? That’s where you shot Loki in the knee, and why he uses that cane.”

“That’s what I plan to find out,” Bucky smiled brightly. “Loki scrubbed her files from most databases a year and a half ago to try to protect her from us. He was desperate that we didn’t know anything about her but what we could see through a camera lens.

“When I say she’s worth more than we know, this is what I mean.”

Sam let out a long breath, “You really sure we should be giving her access to our files, then?” “I put a tracking system on her phone. It records 24/7, video and audio. She won’t be doing anything we won’t know about.”

“This is a dangerous game, Buck,” Steve said solemnly, eyeing the photo with a pained expression. “This could blow up in our faces.”

“Danger is what we do, Stevie.”

You squinted at a bank statement, rubbing your temple with your free hand. Reading this much without your glasses was giving you a migraine.

Peter stood to one side of the room with all the exits in sight. Instead of glaring at you, he instead watched you curiously, his gaze mostly landing on your injuries. You hoped you'd planted the seed of sympathy for you in his mind, but it was hard to tell. You didn't know him well enough yet, but soon enough you would.

The elevator doors dinged in the main room, and you looked up just in time for James to stroll through the doors of the dining room. He was stunning, but gruffly tired in his suit. The soft beard suited him, as did the few buttons undone at the top of his shirt.

Those fiery ice blue eyes landed on you in a second, hungry as ever. He made his way to you, ignoring Peter completely. James turned your chair to face him and set both hands on the armrests, caging you in.

His breath smelled like he'd had a drink before coming back to the penthouse, and it wafted over you as he swallowed thickly.

"C'mon, let's go to bed."

You made a face, "But it's only five o'clock. It's too early for bed."

James shook his head in annoyance, letting one of his hands come up to cup your jaw. His thumb ghosted along the bruises he'd left on your throat this morning as he pressed a hard kiss to your lips.

"We're not gonna sleep, doll," he said dangerously as he pulled back, his bright eyes watching for any fight on your part.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you glanced awkwardly at Peter in his spot across the room before turning back to James and nodding, "Oh…okay."

James let out a little grunt at your acceptance and looped his hands under you, lifting you with ease onto his hips. He smacked your ass and squeezed, and you couldn't help but yelp in surprise.

He turned to Peter, "You're relieved for the night, kid."

Peter's gaze flicked to you, but you turned to press your face into James' neck to avoid it. "Yes sir, Mr. Barnes."

James waltzed down the hallway without a backward glance, but you peeked up enough to see Peter watching this monster carry you to his bedroom before James turned the corner. He made a beeline for the bed, dropping you on the mattress and going for his belt in the same movement.

"How was your day?" you asked, gazing up at him sweetly.

He stopped for a second, quirking a brow at you, "Busy and stressful."

He went back to work, slipping the belt off and tossing it to the ground. He went to his buttons on his shirt, but you stood and smacked his hands away lightly and started on them yourself.

James let you, and you asked quietly, "Aren't you going to ask how mine was?"

"I don't really care how your day was, doll."

"I went through most of the files," you said anyways, and he let out an exasperated groan. "I'd have gotten through more if I had my glasses."

You pushed off his shirt and let it hit the floor, then went for his pants. He just watched you, so you let out a little sigh, "I have the worst headache…"

James opened his mouth to speak, likely to tell you he didn't care, so you smoothed your hands up his fuzzy chest and placed a soft kiss to his sternum. You wanted to keep him happy, but you had to get what you needed.

"Will you make it go away, daddy?" you asked with a small pout. "Make me feel good and forget all about it?"

His brows raised in surprise, "What are you doing?"

You shrugged and stepped up on your tiptoes to kiss his chin, "Being your little doll."

"Dolls don't talk," he pointed out, but it was lightly playful. You had room to push.

"You like it when I talk," you replied coyly. This was the same game you'd play with Loki when you needed something before he changed. It felt a bit like riding a bike.

"Hmm," he hummed, scanning your gaze, but you made sure to watch him through your lashes with a small smile.

"You can't go out of the penthouse for a while," he said, throwing you off guard. You pulled back a bit but James just tugged your wrists back up to lace around his neck. "I'd rather wait for the heat to die down, but one of these days I'll take you out and show you off."

You nodded, but there was no hiding your disappointment. James leaned in and captured your lips in a slow kiss, and something fluttered in your chest as you kissed him back. Your eyes slipped shut, and you found yourself falling into it before he cruelly pulled away.

"Tomorrow, you and I will be having dinner. You're gonna dress up real nice and pretty for me," he told you softly, making your brows furrow in confusion. "We're gonna have ourselves a little date."

"I thought we couldn't leave the penthouse," you said slowly, and James grinned brightly at you.

"I have something in mind. Don't worry your pretty little head about it."

He didn't give you a chance to reply, instead scooping you up and carrying you back onto the bed. You hit the mattress with an oof when he tossed you down.

James was on you in a second, pushing up your dress and spreading your thighs wide for him. He planted himself between them, his broad hands palming the insides of your legs. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip as he gazed in awe at your cunt.

"I've been thinking about this pussy all day…" he murmured, transfixed. "The way it smells…"

James lay flat on the bed, nuzzling close. His nose brushed your folds as he took in a deep breath through his nostrils, exhaling with a deep groan.

Your nipples were rock hard as you watched him, tingling with delicious anxiety at what you knew was to come. Before the other day, it had been over a year since you'd been eaten out, and even though that experience with James ended badly, there was no denying his skill with his mouth.

"The way it tastes…"

His nose brushed up to your clit, replaced quickly by his fanning breath across your spread cunt. You got up on your elbows to watch as James licked a heavy stripe up your slit, his eyes rolling back. A soft moan escaped deep from your chest at the sight and sensation.

Quickly he palmed your thighs around his cheeks, licking you again. His large tongue laved along your lips, not quite delving inside, but enough to make your legs twitch.

"That damned body wash was in my head all day. I couldn't stop thinking about coming home and doing this."

His mouth closed over your clit, tongue flicking the bud once, twice, three times. You moaned and let your head fall back into the covers as he pressed harder. Slick pooled from your cunt and between your cheeks as he picked up his pace, your hips rolling in time to meet him again and again.

"Oh, God," you breathed painfully, reveling in the feeling of it. You started to let yourself fade again…into him and this feeling you'd gone so long without. Your fingers tangled into his hair, toes curling as that beautiful coil began to tighten deep in your belly.

And then James pulled away, licking his lips like a fiend. You let out a pitiful cry, looking at him with betrayal. James tugged your hands from his hair to loom above you, his lips glistening with your wetness.

"Is that why you put me in this dress?" you asked with a pant, squinting angrily at him. "To tease me?"

"Oh, calm down," he hushed, but it was playful. "You're being such a good girl, making all those noises. Don't ruin it now by talking."

"You like the noises I make?" you asked softly, smirking up at him.

James grinned wolfishly, "I love the noises you make."

You thought about that for a moment, watching the way your pussy juice glistened on his lips. You reached out to touch it, feel the way it slipped under your thumb.

"You taught me that… it was okay to make them," you murmured, and James squinted down at you. An idea surfaced, and before you could really think about it, you found yourself leaning up to kiss him. You could taste yourself on him, swallowing his groan as your tongue flicked out along his bottom lip. James kissed you back, his own licking against yours.

"Teach me more," you whispered as you pulled away, leaning your forehead against his. James watched you through hooded lids as you swallowed thickly to gather your thoughts. "Please?"

"Teach you?" he asked back, just as quiet.

"You gave me my first orgasm in over a year," you told him softly, arching your back up and spreading your legs wide. "And it was better than any orgasm Loki ever gave me. I want more, James.

"If I'm supposed to give you my body, I wanna do it right. I wanna make you feel just as good as you make me feel," you said. Your hand snaked between you to his unbuttoned slacks, palming him through the fabric. Though the rest of him stayed still, James' dick twitched in your hand. "Teach me how to pleasure you, daddy. I wanna learn."

A slow grin peeled across his cheeks, and his own hand moved to palm your throat. You extended your neck so he had as much room as he wanted. James' thumb caressed your jawline as he watched you, a dark fire breaking out behind those ice blues.

"You gonna do everything I say?" he asked dangerously. "It'll always end with you feeling good, doll. I promise, but you gotta do what I tell you."

You nodded the best you could. "I promise, daddy."

"Hold onto the pillows, princess," he commanded, a soft yet devilish voice. "Just let it happen."

You did as you were told, sliding your hands up to hold the pillow under your head. You kept your legs spread wide, though you were beginning to sweat under the cardigan and all this dirty talk, but you didn't want to risk interrupting what he had now in mind.

James kept one hand planted firmly on your throat, the other pushing up your dress around your waist to expose your cunt to anyone who would walk through the bedroom door. His deft fingers ghosted along the inside of your thigh, smooth and sure when you were so anxious.

"Perfect, stay just like that," he praised, and your back arched as if on instinct, a primal response to him telling you a nice thing.

The pads of his fingers pressed against your slick entrance. A shuddering breath rattled through your ribcage as he teased your hole, watching your face as you watched his hand. His finger disappeared, and with it, your pussy stretched around it.

Your jaw dropped as you watched it, felt the slight sting of your muscles expanding against the intrusion. Your eyes welled, the wet sound of him pumping you slowly filling the room.

"Look at me, doll," he grunted, in such a softly demanding voice you couldn't help but comply. "Watch me while you fall apart."

His weight pressed harder on your throat, constricting the flow of air. Your face rushed with heat, the sopping of your cunt flooding between your thighs. James pressed another finger inside slowly, smiling to himself as he watched your mouth open a little further.

The burning subsided to slippery wet pleasure, your breath picking up even though it was restricted with the slightly increasing weight of James pushing down on you. You held onto the pillows tightly as your cunt clenched around his digits, your back arching.

James' eyes bored into yours, but there was no mistaking the same hazy blur in them that was sure to be in yours. He was just as lost in it as you were, and when you let out a desperate moan his fingers tightened around your throat while the ones inside you curled.

"Ohhh," you whined, toes curling once more at the feeling.

"Roll your hips, doll," James murmured, thrusting a little faster, but just as smooth into your pussy. "Fuck my hand."

You didn't know if it was the loss of oxygen or your fucked up brain, but it sent a jolt of liquid heat straight to your cunt. His soft commands, his strong hand, it was doing just what you wanted. You were fading into James Barnes. For a little while, all you had to do was live in the pleasure before you had to go back to surviving.

A blessed reprieve.

Your hips rolled, rocking down on his thick fingers in time with his own movements. Watching him as you did what he told you, you knew it was messed up. This man abducted you, raped you, was mentally torturing you, and you basically begged for more.

You knew you were doing this to survive, both mentally and and physically…but a part of you liked it. A part of you was good at this…Sleeping with monsters.

Your face flushed with a rush of heat at the thought, sinful as it was. Your pussy clamped down as a sudden orgasm shattered your mind. It came out of nowhere. Your body arched violently, an earthquaking cry of ecstasy bursting from your chest.

"Ohh, daddy!" you yelled out, your whole being shaking under his tight grip, his probing hand. He never stopped, never relented until all the shuddering petered out.

Your legs twitched as he slowed, and you came slowly back to the world around you. James loomed above you, sucking on the fingers of one hand while the other brushed back your hair.

"Good girl," he cooed sweetly as he pulled them from his lips. James leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, letting out a soft sigh before pulling away.

"See? What am I always saying?" he asked in a light voice.

"Do what you tell me and you'll take care of me," you croaked back. Your eyes filled with grateful tears that it was true, that again it was true. He wasn't like Loki, he didn't trick you.

"That's right. My good girl's right," James whispered sweetly. "I'm taking care of you, aren't I?"

James trailed kisses across your face, dusting your cheeks with his soft attention. You didn't realize how hard you were clutching the pillow until you peeled your fingers away from it. You laced your hands into James' hair as you came down from your high, reveling in the feeling.

"Take care of me, daddy," you found yourself saying, steady and strong. You meant it. "Please."

James pressed his lips to your jaw, “How’s your headache, doll?”

Scratching his scalp, you licked your lips as you laid there content, “Mmm, fading.”

“Let’s make it go away, huh?”

James pulled you to sit up and pushed off your cardigan. You watched as he threw it off into the ether, then hopped off the bed to rid himself of his pants. They crumpled to the floor, his hard length bobbing and ready for you as he climbed back onto the covers.

Gripping the hem of your dress, James lifted it up and over your head. Your hair brushed your shoulder blades as he tossed it behind him, and his hands went straight for your breasts.

"Mmm," he hummed as he palmed them, "a few good meals, some meat on your bones, and you'll be perfect."

You leaned back on your hands as he gazed in pure pleasure at your tits in his hands. "You like a bit of meat?"

James' devilish eyes flicked to yours with a smirk, "More to hold onto. Less likely I'm gonna break you, doll."

"You take care of your toys. Right, daddy?"

"I do," he murmured, then captured your lips with his. Your arms looped around his shoulders as he pressed you into the mattress, his weight pushing you deep into the fluffy bedspread.

You let out a soft moan as his hands tangled into your hair, his cock pressing insistently against your core. Your inner thighs were slippery from his tongue and fingers, easy for him to glide over your folds. James groaned into you, rocking you into that place of complacency and brain fog.

He lifted just enough to turn you gently onto your stomach, lifting your hips and stuffing a pillow beneath them. His chest pressed against your back, his knees pushing your legs wide apart.

When his tip breached your entrance, you whined in anticipation. He pushed inside just enough to make you tense, then started a trail of kisses along your shoulder. His strong palms slid up the curves of your bruised body, gentle and soft, climbing over your shoulders and arms until his fingers intertwined with yours.

"Just let it happen, doll," he whispered sweetly, his voice gruff as he held himself back. "You can't stop this, and you don't want to."

It was strange, how when he said it like that it was tantalizing. Before it terrified you, but with his body molded over yours and his soft breath in your ear, it made your pussy twitch and flood. His warmth, his weight, it lulled you into a sea of hazy fog to take you away from the fear of the last year and a half.

James thrust further in slowly, pausing for a moment to take a deep breath. He pulled out a bit, pushed forward a bit, until he was rocking you into the blankets while you lay there, taking it all.

It didn't take long for the coil to build again, for your eyes to roll into the back of your head. You were so full, and warm. Your fingers tightened around his, surrounded by James and his musky scent as his cock spread you wide open, trapped around his girth.

He glided through you like he was made to, slick and smooth. With your back arched and your chest pressed into the mattress, you just took it all like he wanted you to. Your body just let go, drinking in the experience and his pampering.

It wasn't like with Loki, who wanted you to be a toy by way of just being a hole to use and abuse. Sure, James said those things, but with him the word toy was used with endearment. He still wanted you to feel good, to enjoy it. He just wanted you to be in the moment and let him make you cry out and cum around him.

James' hand untangled from one of yours, the other gripping both wrists. He pressed his palm on the back of your neck, pushing you into the bed. The new angle hit you deep, the insistent pressing of his head against your cervix making your pussy weep with ecstasy.

You cried weakly into the sheets as you came. Your eyes clamped shut, a sudden flood of tears pouring down your cheeks. They soaked the blanket as James picked up speed, grunting behind you.

"There you go," he cooed sweetly, his hips punishingly slapping into the backs of your thighs. His words were so sweet compared to his movements, it made your murky head swim. "That's all daddy wanted. Just a good toy…"

James groaned, thrusting harshly one last time. He buried himself deep as he came, his strong hands bruising where they held you. As he finished, a choked sob suddenly burst from your chest, and then your whole body began to shake.

"Hey, hey," he murmured as he pulled out and turned you on your back. You both sighed achingly at the feeling, but you couldn't stop crying. James brushed back your messy hair and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head roughly, but the tears didn't stop. You covered your face with your hands as you tried to quell them, but suddenly you were a burst pipe, crying with an intensity you had never had.

"What then-. Oh," James said as some realization hit him. He kissed the back of your hand, not even trying to get you to drop them. "I'll go get you some water."

"No!" you cried out, sitting up sharply and dragging him back to you. You didn't know why, but you needed him here. "Please don't leave me, please!"

"I'm not leaving. It's okay," he soothed. James sat next to you on the bed and pulled you onto his lap. You couldn't seem to help yourself. You held him tightly and cried into his neck.

"I don't, I don't know why I'm crying," you wailed pitifully. "It was wonderful, James! I just don't want you to go… I'll stop, I promise!"

"Don't worry about it, doll," James whispered, cuddling you close. He rubbed his big hands over your body, making you feel so safe and small in his arms. He rocked you back and forth as the tears started to slow. "You did a great job. You were perfect. You're just having some sub drop. It happens, and it's okay."

"S-subdrop?" you hiccuped, rubbing your face.

"Sometimes, you get so calm and immersed in a scene, that you just lose yourself a bit," he murmured against your hair. "You let go of everything, and when you peak it can be overwhelming. All those emotions just spill out of you when you release."

"You're not mad?" you asked quietly, hardly above a whisper. "It was so good and I ruined it."

James moved you to sit in front of him. He set his legs on either side of you, naked as the day he was born and his dick still covered in your slick and his cum. He cupped your face in his hands and stared you down with those bright eyes.

"You didn't ruin anything. It's a good thing, doll. You did exactly what I told you to do and you let go." You couldn't help but give him a watery smile, and he returned it softly. James cocked his head, "You were right about one thing, though."

You sniffled, watching him worriedly. "About what?"

"It's too early to sleep," he said, giving you a mischievous look. "How about a movie? I'll make you a snack, and we'll snuggle up on the couch."

You brightened up. That sounded like heaven after the long day you had. "Okay, daddy."

James gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before lifting you up from the bed. He carried you naked on his hip as he went to the kitchen and made popcorn, refusing to let you down even as he poured it into a bowl.

He set you gently on the couch and draped a fuzzy blanket over your shoulders, then went back to the kitchen to pour some wine. He only poured one glass, which was a good thing as you were already falling asleep by the time he came back.

You curled up against him under the blanket, and he fed you pieces of popcorn along with a few sips of the wine in between. He put on the Lord of the Rings, and as much as you loved the movie it put you to sleep pretty quickly.

Just before slumber took you under, snug and warm under the covers, you peeked out your head to look up at James. He looked down at you with a soft smile and a gentle kiss to your nose.

"Do you like me, James?"

His eyes widened at your question, but he thankfully didn't pull away. He just rubbed your back and cocked his head, "What do you mean?"

You shrugged, "I know you like me in bed but…what about this? Spending time with me."

He shifted awkwardly as he thought, glancing away. You could see his mind churning, and for a second you assumed he was coming up with a response that would both insult and terrify you, and you were ready to burst into tears again.

James settled back against the couch and hugged you close, letting out a soft sigh.

"Yeah, I think I do, doll." He frowned, suddenly seeming a bit unsure of himself. He cleared his throat and pointedly watched the television instead of you. "What about you?"

That was when you knew you had him. A piece of him, anyways, that actually liked you. One that was sympathetic. You snuggled close and pressed a sweet to his neck, smiling as you felt him take in a breath.

"I do," you whispered, "I've never felt like this before."

His arms tightened around you, but he said nothing. Content with your manipulations for the day, you finally let yourself fall asleep in your captor's arms, somehow feeling safer than you had in over a year.

Notes: Peter's gonna play a MUCH bigger part in this than you're expecting o.O and so are Steve and Sam <3

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jeanmoreausautismstickers · 1 year

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my marauders headcannons <3

Remus Lupin

heterochromia. I don't care what the films say this man has two different coloured eyes tyvm. the left ones dark brown, nearly black, and the right is a light shade of amber.

DYSLEXIA !! my dyslexic little mate we can match. he absolutely adores reading but it takes him longer if he doesn't use a spell (ty to MsKingBean89 for the spell idea mon ami(e))

hEDS. me too king

cat lover. he absolutely adores cats and sirius gets SO jealous. I think he absolutely owned a cat at some point b4 he started teaching and he dotted on that cat

wears elastics on his wrists (specifically during hogwarts for sirius and lily, but kept wearing them after out of habit </3)

Sirius Black

hard of hearing. I think he probably lost it cos his mum hit his ears or screamed so often at him in close quarters. he'd definitely be vv resentful over it too cos now he's not able to listen to music much

audhd fr. this man was definitely neurodivergent but he must be just like me and be autistic and have adhd cos yh

he whined. loads. not like whinging but like genuinely high pitched whines when he was frightened or upset, kind of like Enid from Wednesday

adored kids but was terrified to have them because of how his mum was

this is gonna be controversial but idc. this man absolutely fancied Remus when he was shagging women, but at one point dated Marlene and Remus at the same time. it's ok tho cos Marlene was kissing Mary on the side

James Potter

vegetarian. refused to eat meat after he became an animagus because it felt cruel, but ESPECIALLY wouldn't eat deer jerky ("it's practically cannibalism, padfoot!")

mama's boy through and through !! this man LOVED his mummy. told her all about his friends and Lily

taught Sirius how to treat people and house elves better when they were first years. you can't tell me this man wasn't the reason sirius wanted to improve himself

he fought w sirius a lot. im sorry I love them both but brothers fight and like. even found family brothers. sirius is the most petty bitch you cannot tell me that James didn't get annoyed or frustrated with some of Sirius' habits and didn't begin arguments over them

so bad w kids until Harry. he was absolutely terrified of them, cos he never had interacted with them much before he had his own, my man Sucked at babysitting and frequently panicked whilst lily was pregnant because he was scared he'd be a bad parent

Peter Pettigrew

#1 James fan. my guy didn't go anywhere if James wasn't going to be there

become You Know because of his jealousy of James and Sirius' friendship

aroace fr. absolutely Disgusted w the amount of PDA by jily and wolfstar

tried to protect Harry for as long as he could w out being suspicious. he still loved James and Lily, and their son, and was just too scared to fight back at You Know Who once James and Lily were dead

a whole virgin, never even tried getting with anyone before he realised he was aroace

Lily Potter (Evans)

actually thought the Marauders were pretty funny but put on a face because of being friends with Snape

a whole pansexual queen

bought everyone in Gryffindor Christmas gifts, or if they were Jewish/Muslim/any other religion that doesn't celebrate Christmas she'd figure out when their holiday was and got them gifts

first person Remus came out to. and she accepted him immediately because she knows what it feels like to be an outcast

so autistic. her special interest was absolutely Jane Austen books I take no criticism <3

Regulus Black

hated his mum just as much as Sirius, but actively tried to conform because he was too scared to be hurt by her

was angry with Sirius for running away, even if he understood why Sirius did it, it still hurt him immensely. that was his older brother, the only one he could talk to, and when he left, it broke off the little bit of familial love he had left

in love w Barty Crouch Jr. I DO NOT CARE. platonic my aSS they were boyfriends, but they hid it very well. absolutely such a healthy couple before the war though. got together when they were 13 or 14 by accident, and stayed together until Reg died

actually really enjoyed being called Reg and Reggie, but pretended to hate it so he wouldn't be perceived as weak or soft by his mum

chess fucking champion

Marlene McKinnon

the flirtiest person you'll ever meet. flirted with everyone but was actually an aromantic lesbian

loved her family unconditionally, and constantly was going home on weekends to help her mum before she died of breast cancer

hated school, she was dyslexic and never told anyone so everyone just thought she was a dumb blonde

half Japanese, but her biological father left when she was a baby, so she wasn't really in tune with that part of her culture.

got bullied in primary school for being the "only dumb Asian"

Mary Macdonald

the most supportive person you'll ever meet

helped the younger POC in Gryffindor take care of their hair properly, and absolutely was like an older sister to all the young girls

not a mean bone her body

muggle born, but she grew up with a friend that had a wizard father so she knew about magic before Hogwarts

terrified of dogs, except for Padfoot, because of being bitten by one when she was in nursery

Dorcas Meadowes

a lesbiannnn. she was in love with Pandora, and they dated for a while before she decided she was done with the Wizarding World and cut contact with everyone

slytherin, but she was friends with everyone

loved Quidditch

oh she was a Pureblood but her parents died when she was young and she stayed with a squib aunt til hogwarts

took muggle studies and would hex any Slytherin who made fun of her for it

Pandora Lovegood (Lestrange)

a Lestrange until marriage

terrified of Narcissa and Bellatrix, but was one of the bridesmaids at Bellatrix's wedding

Ravenclaw, but best friends with Dorcas, Regulus, Barty, and Evan and was hardly if ever in her own common room

she ADORED muggle musicals

her and Dorcas met in a Care of Magical Creatures class in third year and immediately became best friends

Evan Rosier

really homophobic outwardly but was in the closet (for a HOT minute)

flirted with girls constantly

super protective over Pandora and Dorcas

had the worst penmanship and Regulus and Barty both refused to help him with homework because of it

managed to be the only Slytherin who sucked at potions

Barty Crouch Jr.

gay little lad with gay handwriting

LOVED cats. this man was the BIGGEST cat lover I do not care im right ur wrong. absolutely adored them

had a little sister who he was really protective over, she was in Hufflepuff and died during her 4th year which is what made him follow Regulus into joining up w the Death Eaters

daddy and mummy issues for days. bro never had a civil conversation w them

he absolutely beloathed Walburga and Orion Black when he found out what they did to Regulus, but obviously never said anything about it

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bethdutten · 2 years

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Idiots

bucky x agent!reader

summary: Post-TFATWS. Sam and Bucky are assigned an FBI field agent to babysit them. Bucky thinks he might have just met his soulmate.

warnings: language, 18+ mentions but nothing explicit

a/n: ok i don’t know what compelled me to write this but if i was writing season 2... this is how it would go. give bucky a happy ending. let it involve me.

words: 5.6k

“This is bullshit.” Bucky grumbled, stalking off towards the training room of the FBI office in Quantico, following the agent who was showing them around. He really wanted to get out of Virginia.

The agent clearly heard him, giving him a look over his shoulder that shouted, Really? Wanna say that again, psycho killer?

Bucky glared, but his annoyance was quickly shifted to Sam when the other man elbowed him in the side.

“Dude, this is your fault. Maybe if you weren’t such a dick to your superiors, we would be allowed to play without a babysitter. Two dead terrorists away from a permanent timeout, I swear to--”

“My superiors?” Bucky hissed incredulously, rolling his eyes. “I am a war hero. Sergeant, asshole? The fucking government can kiss my ass--”

“Ha, Sergeant Asshole, I like that--”

The agent they were following behind abruptly stopped, causing both men to almost trip to avoid running into his back. They were at a set of double doors, labelled COMBAT TRAINING. He turned to Sam and Bucky with a smirk, gesturing forward. “She’s in there. Have fun.”

“She?” Bucky blurted, knowing he was being completely misogynistic and sexist, but, really... some chick was supposed to keep them in line when the majority of the US government couldn’t? Sam shrugged, pushing open the doors and entering without a comment. Bucky followed with a sigh, and the sight before him pulled the breath from his lungs.

You and Patrick were the only ones in the training room-- he was a talented rookie, albeit a bit cocky, so of course they sent him to you to humble him a bit. Okay, a lot.

So, you were going 100%, all out, ready to hand this kid his ass. He’d only had about 5 months of hand-to-hand combat training with weapons; you’d been an overachiever with this for years. Especially with knives.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed the doors open and two figures walk in, but you paid them no mind, easily dodging Patrick’s left hook and twisting to the right, your foot coming behind his to knock him off balance.

He caught himself, rolling to the side before you could pounce and quickly getting to his feet. You grinning, and by the look in his eyes, you guessed it was a little manic. Good. He should be scared.

Twenty minutes later, and you flicked your knife up in the air, a series of complicated and smooth spins through your fingers as you looked down at the man laying panting on the floor.

“Let me know when you’re ready to start. That was just the warm-up,” you spoke sweetly, letting out a laugh when Patrick just groaned and shook his head.

You finally turned to the two people who had walked in earlier. “Hey. You must be James and Sam.”

Luckily Bucky managed to pick his goddamn jaw up off the floor before you turned, but it was a struggle to school his face into nonchalance when he was half hard from watching that absolutely beautiful and painfully sexy display with your knife. God. You might even be better than him.

“Bucky,” he managed to rasp out, clearing his throat and taking your hand when you reached out for a hand shake. Sam threw him a look, but gave you one of his charismatic smiles as you introduced yourself and shook his hand.

“That would make me Sam. You’re our babysitter, then?”

“Basically. Seems one of you doesn’t think the law applies to people who once didn’t exist.”

Well, that helped Bucky’s dick calm down a bit. “If I had to follow every single one of your stupid fucking laws, who knows how many people would have been killed in Seattle. And how am I supposed to know every single law--”

“That’s why I'll be accompanying both of you on any assignments,” you interrupted, walking over to your bag you’d left on a bench to the side. “If neither of you are the voice of reason, I’ll have to be.”

Sam let out a hurt huff, crossing his arms. “Hey! I am a very responsible person, okay? Captain America? I take that shit seriously, I can’t control this idiot.”

“No, you can’t, that’s my job now.” You gave Bucky a devilish smile, not missing for a second the way he was eyeing you after that training session. Men. Easy.

Bucky glared but didn’t protest, glancing away and mumbling, “Don’t need a babysitter.”

You laughed. “Prove it, and I’ll be out of your hair. Meet at the director’s office 0800 hours, we’ve got our first assignment together.” You twirled your knife between your fingers expertly before slipping it into its sheath on your backpack, giving Bucky one last smirk. “Have a good night, boys.”

---

“Oh my fucking god, oh my god, oh my god.”

Sam thought it was the best thing in the entire world, watching Bucky crumble in front of his eyes. Because for once, it was an entertaining and good kind of breakdown, one he was sort of glad to see his friend have. A long way from sleeping on the floor and having panic attacks in large crowds.

“Man, I thought you were going to drop to your knees back there. Why am I not surprised you have a knife kink.”

Bucky groaned, head falling into his hands. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. God damn it,” his voice muffled, glancing up to look at Sam. “Why does my soulmate have to be an agent. And a gorgeous one, at that.”

“Enemies-to-lovers, it’s a classic,” Sam grinned, wagging his eyebrows. He took a sip from his beer, sighing. “Congratulations, Buck. You’re in love.”

The response was a thud as Bucky’s forehead hit the table, which just made an uncontrollable laugh bubble up from Sam’s chest.

---

At exactly 0800, Sam and Bucky were in the FBI Director’s office, suited up and ready to go. Sam had the shield resting at his feet, and Bucky was staring at his watch, ready for it to turn to 0801 so he could give a snarky remark to the Director currently looking judgementally at him that his agents weren’t very punctual, when you appeared in the doorway, a second before the minute changed.

Bucky had to swallow down a sudden lump in his throat.

You were wearing a uniform very similar to what Natasha used to wear on missions-- most likely a Tony Stark-patented fabric, black and skin tight, thigh holsters holding guns and a utility belt with knives and zipped down to--

“What the hell, why doesn’t he have to wear a stupid costume?” you interrupted Bucky’s haze by glaring at him, face angry in clear indignation.

Sam frowned, glancing down at his chest. “Stupid costume? What’s wrong with my--”

“Both of us are in monkey suits and he gets to walk around looking--” you caught yourself mid-sentence, voice stuttering before you finished, “Normal?” Jesus, were you just about to call the Winter Soldier sexy in front of the Director of the fucking FBI?

Bucky was trying too hard to get his brain back online to notice to slip-up. He heard the Director clear his throat, all three turning to look at him. Bucky realized you must be one of the best agents he has if you weren’t getting berated for complaining about a uniform on an assignment. Although, he wondered what the hell you were doing in Quantico and not in the field taking down bad guys if that was true.

“Shall we begin?”

---

Over the next couple of weeks, you tried to keep Bucky in line (operative word being tried; when he really wanted, it was extremely difficult to stop that man), and you thought you were slowly becoming friends. You were surprised at the butterflies in your stomach whenever you made him laugh, or the way you felt warm all over when he smiled at you.

Okay, fine. You were falling for the reckless fucking idiot.

Almost three months after you’d first joined Sam and Bucky, you were assigned a Level 9 mission--that sort of clearance meant very few people would know about it. You thrived on those sorts of assignments; flying under the radar, saving lives while the rest of the world went about their day not even knowing how close they might have been to some serious shit.

The mission was basic-- a few ex-Russian sleeper agents defected, then undefected, and threatened to release some pretty vital information. Bucky was extremely pleased it took place in New York, and you only had to stop Bucky from breaking two federal laws. Which was a lot less than you were expecting, but maybe he was just on his best behaviour because you were watching. Good.

Unfortunately, one Russian guy caused more problems. There was an arrival of a Russian Senator to happen in three days, who was looking to gain access to files that would probably start World War III. He would use the information in the files and distribute it through the Russian government until there wouldn’t be one source-- and no one way to stop it. It would have to be stopped before it began.

“Okay, so the files are where?” Sam asked, sitting calmly across from the Russian agent, who identified himself as Vasiliev.

The man leaned back in his seat, almost looking bored. He sighed. “Na zhestkom diske v ofise v Kvinse. Yezhednevno yego okhranyayut okolo dvadtsati chelovek.”

You and Sam looked to Bucky, who was leaning against the wall in the shadows, arms crossed, signature scowl on his face.

“Hard drive in an office in Queens. Twenty guys on it 24/7.”

“So if we get you in there, you’ll know where it’s stored exactly?”

Vasiliev shrugged, but nodded. He looked over at Bucky, suddenly sneering. “Ты тот самый Зимний Солдат. Мы боготворили вас. Лучший миф, который оказался правдой.”

Bucky quickly pushed off from the wall, hissing, “No, I’m the monster in all your horror stories.”

You stood and inserted yourself between Bucky and the man as fast as you could, a hand on Bucky’s chest to stop him. “Hey, don’t... it’s okay. You’re okay.” This close to him, you realized he was breathing harshly, inhales sharp and shallow. Bucky swayed slightly, breath only coming out more quick and uneven.

You glanced at Sam then pulled Bucky out of the room, slamming the door and carefully lowering you both on to the floor.

“Buck, you’re hyperventilating. You gotta calm down or you’ll make yourself panic more. Breathe with me, okay, follow me.” You met his eyes, fear in them you hadn’t seen before. Even with a gun to his head. You breathed in and held it for twelve seconds, then breathed out for five. Bucky matched you, eyes never leaving yours until he had calmed down enough to let out a low swear.

“Russian assholes, thought I’d dealt with enough of them in my pathetically long lifetime.”

You frowned, searching his face carefully. “Are you sure you’re okay to do this thing tonight, Bucky? No one would blame you for sitting it out. If you don’t think you can handle this right no--”

“I’m fine,” he suddenly snapped, standing up and avoiding your gaze when you followed him. “Let’s get this done.”

You didn’t know if that was a good idea--of course Bucky had PTSD, maybe being around a bunch of Russian bad guys, hearing the language and having to fight against them again, wasn’t something he was ready for. But, it wasn’t your job to pull agents from assignments-- you just hoped he knew his own limits.

---

The next morning, Sam and Bucky stood in the foyer of the Manhattan penthouse, arguing over the best pizza in the city when you walked over, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“Okay, ready.”

Sam’s mouth dropped open. “Um, what’s this? Why am I the only one in a stupid costume now?”

You smirked. “So you admit it’s a stupid costume.”

“I--wha--not cool!”

Bucky had to stop himself from drooling a bit, and he was very thankful his tac pants had heavy enough fabric that it concealed his semi-hard cock that decided to show real quick when you walked up in that.

You were wearing combat boots, tight black cargo pants that made your ass look amazing, and a leather jacket that Bucky could bet hid at least twelve weapons, which was sexy as hell. Dressed similarly to Bucky, he couldn’t help but think how great you two looked together.

Sam had the same idea. “Okay so now you two look like a couple of badass Mission Impossible-level spies and I look like I'm going to a kid’s birthday party?”

You laughed. “Sam, you couldn’t look badass if you tried. Too cute for that.”

Sam gave you his best pout, and Bucky tried to ignore to jolt of jealousy at your comment. He distracted himself with your ass again, until the dick situation was becoming a bit too much for even the tactical pants to hide and he had to recite baseball score like he was sixteen again.

The mission should have been relatively straightforward, if your inside guy wasn’t a hostile addition to the team.

It went to shit pretty quickly.

Vasiliev had good intel, but he was an asshole about it so he really only gave basic information and you, Sam and Bucky pretty much went in blind.

Twenty guys turned out to be thirty. You and Bucky were supposed to handle them all while Sam flew down with the Russian dipshit and got him into the room where the hard drive was. The first twenty guys you were prepared for--it was the extra ten that you realized you didn’t have ammunition for, just a couple of knives and a fucking prayer.

“I’ll handle them,” Bucky grit out, ducking behind a doorframe and reloading his gun. “Just stay here.”

You leaned into the room with the remaining Russians and fired your three last shots, taking down one man. But it gave you an opportunity to survey the situation and calculate what exactly you needed to do.

“No, save your bullet in case there are more we don’t know about. Vasili-fuck might be trying to kill us after all.”

Before Bucky could respond, you darted in and took out your favourite combat knife, quickly taking down the man closest to your path. The remaining men were stunned for precisely three seconds, which gave you enough time to rip the throat of another man and stab the next in the chest a few times. By the time the others started shooting at you, you had the dead chest-wound guy as a shield, his body taking the brunt of the bullets before you shoved him at another, leaning over and slicing his throat, too.

By the time you were done, there were a pile of dead Russians, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t a little more brutal than you usually were, as a little gift for Bucky. When the men first caught sight of him when you burst into the office, a few of them called out “Soldat!” and “Sovet·skiy spasitelʹ?”. He tried to hide it, but you felt him flinch from where his trigger arm was held up against you.

“What the fuck was that?” Bucky’s voice echoed throughout the office, and you turned to him with a smirk.

“Jealous of my superior skills? Don’t worry, I can show you a few--”

“You should be dead right now,” he snarled, and the smile fell right off your face. “What the fuck is wrong with you? They had guns, I had a gun, I had it handled!”

You opened your mouth to retort, but the silence of the space was suddenly pierced through with a single gunshot. Bucky gasped, staggering forward as he clutched his side. Over his shoulder, you could see one lone Russian leaning up from where he’d been crumpled on the ground. His gun was raised, and he had a dirty grin on his face.

It all happened in a split second. Bucky pitched forward, and you surged in to catch him in your arms, your right hand grabbing the gun strapped to his thigh and firing a shot straight through the Russian’s skull.

You dropped the gun, Bucky’s weight crushing you as it hung boneless against your body. No, no, no, no, no. This was your fault. You didn’t fucking listen to him and you left a guy alive and now Bucky was going to die--

You eased both of you down to the floor, laying Bucky on his back, your vision blurred by the tears welling up in your eyes. “Bucky, please don’t do this, please, Bucky. Come on, come back to me.”

He was so still, eyes closed and no signs of movement in his chest to show he was breathing. You covered your mouth to hold back a sob. Jesus Christ, how could you be so fucking stupid. This idiotic, irresponsible, sarcastic, damaged man was everything you ever wanted, and you’d just found him, then promptly lost him by making the same mistake--

Bucky gasped for air, eyes shooting open. He gulped, clutching at his side as you stared dumbly down at him. He let out a moan. “Fuuuuck, that hurt.”

You blinked back your tears, reaching out hesitantly and touching the side of Bucky’s face. He turned and looked at you, a pained expression on his goddamn beautiful face. You let out a wet laugh. “I thought you were dead.”

He grimaced, tugging at his jacket to get it open, revealing the heavy Kevlar he was wearing underneath. The bullet was lodged just under his ribs. “Kind of a standard part of the uniform, yeah? Plus, even if I didn’t have it, one bullet would hardly take me down. Just hurts like hell.”

You had the sudden urge to kiss him. An uncontrollable, heavy need to put your mouth on him and show him exactly how happy you were to hear his complaining again, in that stupid sexy voice. You were actually already leaning in when Sam came swooping in, carrying Vasiliev, who you may throw off a building when this was all done.

“Whoa, what happened?” Sam asked, taking in the bodies and you kneeling over Bucky’s body on the floor.

“She got me fucking shot, is what happened,” Bucky grumbled as he stood up, and as quickly as the need to kiss him came up, it disappeared.

“Not intentionally, you dick. Maybe you should have double checked that everyone was down before you just strutted in here.”

“So, what, I gotta review your homework now? This is pass or fail, sweetheart, and you just failed.”

You flinched, the reality of that statement hitting you hard. Because, yeah, you did fail. And if it was anyone else, they would be dead. You would be responsible for another...

Bucky realized the second he said it that he touched on something he shouldn’t have. He always had to cross the line, just to be right. Normally, that was fine with him. But with you... seeing you hurt was hurting him. He never wanted to be the cause of your pain.

He opened his mouth to apologize, his metal hand half reaching out for you when Vasiliev came out of the corner office, holding up a hard drive. “Ponyatno!”

You looked away, and Bucky dropped his hand. Sam looked between the two of you, a contemplative look on his face, then just shook his head. “Well, if you’re fine, let’s get out of here. We have two days to make a plan for how to keep his from the Senator’s hands.”

You nodded, answering quietly, “Yeah, Cap. Let’s get out of here.”

---

Pouring over laptops, contact information, and flight patterns, you all stayed up going through many cups of coffee to figure out the plan. It was decided that you and Bucky would pose as a couple from an affluent American family in the Midwest who came into the hard drive in a bid to earn even more money overseas. Their connection would be Vasiliev, who would remove an ‘ex’ from his ex-ex-Sleeper agent title and pretend to be a Rusky again. You and Bucky would book a hotel in Brooklyn, acting as visitors to New York for the transaction.

You were scrolling through your phone when Bucky came into the living room, only wearing a pair of low-hung sweats and holding an ice pack to his side. You tried not to stare-- god, he was extremely good looking, and he knew it, too. Asshole.

He collapsed down on the other side of the couch, lifting the ice pack enough for you to see the huge black and blue bruise along his ribs. You winced, biting your lip.

“I thought you had superhuman healing of something,” you spoke quietly, suddenly feeling like shit for letting that happen to him. He was right. You shouldn’t have thought you could handle it on your own.

“Not as good as some,” he replied, a bite to his tone. “And just because I heal fast doesn’t mean I don’t hurt.”

Now you really felt bad. “Buck, I’m sorry, okay? I was so sure they were all taken out, I wouldn’t have--”

“You don’t think,” he growled, his glare now turned on you. He shifted the ice pack so he could face you, and the coldness in his eyes made you wonder if this is what people saw right before the Winter Soldier ended their life. Then you felt sick for even thinking that. “You just do whatever you want, because you’re an FBI agent on your goddamn high horse, and you are better than everyone at everything you do. Except when you’re not and people get killed, but sure, you’re the best person to babysit me.”

You felt a wave of pain, quickly followed by anger. “Really? ‘Cause that sounds like you, Bucky. You’re the fucking Winter Soldier and you are unkillable with your fucking enhanced body and a damn century of experience, and everyone should listen to you, right, Sergeant?”

Bucky just shook his head, standing up. “You don’t know me.”

“You don’t know me, either,” you responded, meeting his eyes.

He stared at you for a minute, then turned and left.

---

A couple hours later, you couldn’t stop thinking about how badly you wanted to know Bucky. You didn’t know him. But you didn’t want this assignment to end and for you to just go your separate ways without knowing why he was so angry, how he felt about his best friend leaving him like that, what he was feeling after everything he went through, if he was coping well, or if he needed someone to remind him he wasn’t a ‘monster’ from a horror story like they made him to be.

He was everything you wanted, the perfect man for you. And he didn’t know.

Fuck. You had it bad.

---

Bucky laid in bed that night, staring at the ceiling and wondering why he always had to push people away like that. You were... what he thought a soulmate would be. Someone made just for him. He thought as much after first seeing you handle a knife, but that just might have been his dick thinking. After a few weeks with you, he only found more things about you that fit with him perfectly, like a puzzle piece he thought was missing forever or thrown away and appeared just when he was about to crumple up the whole thing and claim it never complete.

He didn’t think he had anyone like that out there for him. Or maybe if he did, they were long dead. How the hell did he find you now? You were right there, and he couldn’t do anything about it. He had no idea how to tell you.

Damn it. You were going to be the end of him.

---

In the morning, Sam planned to swoop in and meet you at the hotel later that evening, before the meet up. Fuck-iev would remain in Manhattan until a car would pick him up and bring him to the hotel, to fit the story that he was first meeting this couple in Brooklyn. You and Bucky would drive there, check in, make a few appearance to secure your cover for whichever of this Senator’s guys who were probably scoping out the hotel, then go back to the room to suit up and get the plan rolling.

The drive to Brooklyn was quiet-- despite his feelings for you, Bucky was still angry, and he didn’t want to say anything that he would end up regretting later. Except--how could he work with someone who didn’t understand what the hell he was dealing with? His motivations for why he was doing this even got mixed up in his own head; was he just feeling guilty about what he’d done under Hydra, and trying to make up for it? Was he actually a good person who wanted to make the world a better place? Did it matter? Did he care?

Those were questions he wasn’t sure he wanted the answers to. And you were fucking asking them.

“You know, you really have no right to tell me if I can handle something or not,” Bucky snapped, staring out his window. “You read minds or somethin’ now?”

Oh, so he wanted to go there. You kept your eyes on the road, jaw clenched as you held back the reflex to punch him in the goddamn throat. He was referring to the interrogation, after his panic attack. “I did not tell you that you couldn’t handle it. I said you should take a fucking second to check where your head is at, instead of just pretending everything is fine. It’s reckless and stupid.”

“Fuck you,” Bucky bit back, left hand clenched at his side. “Reckless, huh? Like running into a room full of guys with guns, with only a knife?”

Suddenly, you veered off the road and ripped into a no park zone, ignoring the honking and swinging around to look at Bucky.

He was ready to really let you have it, but the anger drained out of him immediately when he saw your face. You were crying, silent tears running down your cheeks as you blinked through red-rimming eyes, but your mouth was set in a harsh line, pissed off.

“I did that because I gave myself time to assess the situation, evaluate my skills against theirs, and the likelihood of me being able to get out alive. I do things like think things through, because if I don’t, people get killed. You did not do that. I thought you were dead, Bucky.” Your voice was quiet, steady despite the tears still sliding every few seconds. “I know you’ve been through a lot. And I know sometimes that can make you feel like nothing can kill you, if you can survive that--”

“They already killed me,” Bucky said flatly, even though his fingers itched to reach out and wipe away your tears. “I’ve been dead before. I think I’ve earned the right to decide if or when that happens again.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, taking a deep breathe before you opened them and said, “I don’t want you to die, Bucky. We’ve all been through some shit. It’s not always a fucking contest. But if it was, you’d win. I promise you’d win.”

It was silent for a beat, just you and Bucky looking at each other before he let out a laugh, shaking his head as he looked over your shoulder.

“Wow. You sounded so much like Steve just then.”

You paused, using the sleeve of your jacket to scrub the remaining tears from your face. “Sorry.”

Bucky just chuckled. “No, don’t be. He always called me out on my shit. Haven’t had anyone to do that in awhile.”

You glanced over at him, and before you could overthink it, you reached out and touched the back of his left hand, holding it as he relaxed his clenched grip. “If you want, I can try my best to always call you out on your shit. You just can’t have a hissy fit every time I do.”

Bucky looked down at your hands, then back up at you. His heart clenched, those stupid butterflies making his voice get caught in his throat, making it come out less strong than he was hoping. “Yeah. I’d like that. But I most definitely will.”

You smiled at that, then released his hand and pulled the car back onto the road. Bucky tried not to miss the feeling of your hand on his.

---

There would be a meeting set up between the ex-ex-sleeper agent and the Russian senator at a restaurant in Williamsburg. While Sam waited in the hotel with the agent, you and Bucky left for a walk, solidifying your cover in case anyone had seen Captain America flying on the fucking roof, and naturally began to look around.

As Bucky watched you slip on the wedding ring and give him a smirk as he put his own on, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that one day he’d like to put a real ring on your finger.

To get out of the room, you headed towards Prospect Park, Bucky sneaking glances over at you every once in awhile, going over a million different ways to approach this. Does he just ask you for coffee? Or would you assume that’s as friends? Does it need to be dinner to make it clearly a date? What if you say no and they replace you with some asshole FBI shithead who can’t even—

“Shit, I think there’s two guys tailing us.” You leaned in and tucked yourself against Bucky’s side, pulling his left arm over your shoulder and lacing your fingers together while your right arm slipped around his waist. “Try to look like you want to be close to me, at least?”

I always want to be close to you, Bucky thinks, something caught in his throat at the way you look so comfortable under his arm, holding his hand like it isn’t legally considered a weapon. Like... it’s easy to be with him.

He hasn’t had someone like that in over a century.

Walking through the park at a leisurely pace, you subtly nuzzled into Bucky’s neck, giving him a small aneurysm as you peeking over his shoulder. “They’re gone,” you said quietly, but just turned back and kept your embrace for a few minutes, until you reached a bench at the end the border of the park.

Bucky was all ready to mourning the loss of your body against his, but you just sat down and didn’t break off from your hold around him. He felt you relax against him, his heart beating out of his chest. Fucking hell, what were you doing to him.

“I got my partner killed.”

Oh.

Bucky opened his mouth to speak, but you went on, just staring off into the distance.

“Because I was too focused on guns and knives and fists and just... fighting. Always on the offensive. I forgot that other people can fight back, too. That’s why I’m at Quantico, training others at the only thing I’m good at. Leaving the other stuff to the people who can protect lives, not just hurt them.”

Bucky instinctively pulled you closer against himself, squeezing your hand gently. “Fighting is a defence. Trust me, I knew a guy once who fought all the goddamn time because that was how he defended himself. How he defended others.”

You chuckled, and a warmth bloomed in Bucky’s chest when you scooted closer and settled in, curling his arm closer. “And how many times would that have gotten him killed if it wasn’t for a certain experimental serum some mad scientist gave him?”

Bucky grinned, reveling in this feeling of complete and utter contentment. He could talk about Steve without this sharp pain in his chest; he could hold someone he cared about with his metal arm and not feel scared or hesitant; he was so far gone on you, it was embarrassing.

Suddenly, you pulled away, sitting up and dropping his hand. You pulled your phone out of your wallet, glancing at the screen. “We have to go. Sam’s waiting at the hotel.”

Bucky fought back the wave of disappointment, nodding. Right. For a second... he thought-- but, no. This was an assignment. This was a cover. You were his teammates... assigned babysitter, whatever. You were being paid to be here.

You looked over, and saw everything written clear as day on Bucky’s face. Your phone buzzed again in your hand, but you ignored it.

You couldn’t let this idiot think he wasn’t wanted for one more second.

You closed the short distance and kissed him, only needing to wait a moment before Bucky took control and kissed back, hard, tongue sweeping past your lips and licking into your mouth. You moaned quietly, hands coming up to scratch at the short hair at the nape of his neck, swallowing down his soft noises of want. It was heated, deep and wet and way too hot for a public park, but if you were being honest with yourself, you’d been waiting to do this from the second you met him in that training room.

Both breaking apart with a gasp and a whine, Bucky stared at you, half awed and half bewildered. You had to smile, feeling your phone buzz one more time on the bench where you’d dropped it.

“We’ll talk after we finish this. Because I want more of that.”

Bucky just nodded slowly, his eyes still drifting back to your mouth like he was ready to say ‘Fuck the mission’, which you would totally be down for, except.

World saving. Bad guys. Innocent lives spared. That stuff.

“Really, Buck. Later,” you promised, voice dropping slightly as you leaned in and gave the poor guy one last lingering kiss. Then you stood and took your phone, flicking over to Sam’s contact and beginning the call.

Bucky watched you on the phone, pacing as you went over the new intel with Sam, knowing you have at least six knives on your person and if that didn’t kill him, those fucking lips would. This was it. Somehow, in all the shit he’s been through, all the lives he’s lived, he finally found the one his soulmate was in. His equal in every way. The only one who’s ever made him feel like he was wanted even with all his baggage, as who he was now. Who made him laugh and could sass back and took care of him in ways he didn’t even know he needed.

Plus, you were sexy as hell. He’d never been so turned on during missions when his dick really, really needed to understand the circumstances.

You said something to Sam, looking towards Bucky and catching him watching you. You grinned, and Bucky knew.

If he had to do it again, he would. Because it would lead him to you.

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