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saturnsycx05 · 5 months

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Tired of Lovin' From Afar (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Song: "Car's Outside" by James Arthur

Warning(s): canon-level violence, swearing, sad Sam but then fluff

Summary: You and Sam have danced around each other for so long, and you're both tired of always leaving each other, so Sam proposes a solution.

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"Y/n!" Sam yelled, freezing as he watched the demon pointing your gun at you.

"Not so tough now, huh?" The demon said to you. You raised your hands in surrender, staring it down rather than the barrel of your gun. "So stupid, you humans. Think a normal gun is going to kill me? Wrong."

"Well, no offense," you said. "But that one wasn't actually meant for you."

"This one is," Dean announced, clicking the Colt up the the back of the demon's head. "Drop the gun."

"You first, Winchester," it replied cockily.

Everyone was frozen. You were on the business end of a glock, Dean had the Colt on the demon's skull, and Sam couldn't move. He stood frozen in the doorway, his chest heaving up and down as he desperately tried to catch his breath. If anyone moved, even in the slightest, that gun in the demon's hand could go off and blow a bullet right through you. Sam held his breath as the demon chuckled and you squeezed your eyes shut.

Bang.

The demon sizzled into nothingness and you collapsed to the floor. All you felt was pain, then just barely, you felt a pair of arms lift you off the floor and into their lap. Sam. You couldn't gather the strength to open your eyes, so you just laid in his arms, limp.

"No no no no, Y/n. Stay awake, please. Just stay awake."

"Ow..." you grumbled, opening your eyes after a moment.

"Y/n..."

"Rubber bullets, Sam," you told him, sitting up. "I'm not an idiot. I f anyone else gets my gun, I'm not letting them kill me with it."

Without warning, Sam pulled you into a crushing hug, holding you so tight you thought you might shatter into a million little pieces. "Don't ever do that. Ever." He held you some how tighter, and you hugged him back.

"Alright, lovebirds," Dean said, clearing his throat. "Let's go back to the motel and then get the hell outta dodge."

>>>

"I call first shower," Dean said, racing to the bathroom and locking himself inside. You rolled your eyes and sat on Sam's bed rather than the pullout couch you'd slept on last night. You leaned back and rubbed your shoulder, which you had forgotten was still bleeding.

"Let me get the first aid kit," Sam said, reaching for his bag.

"Sam-"

"No," Sam interrupted. "Please, just let me patch you up."

For a moment, you both stared each other down, you trying to silently convince him that you were fine and him silently telling you 'no, you're not.' Finally, you looked away, letting Sam win. He pulled the small box from his bag and you slipped off your shirt.

You and Sam had danced around each other for so long. You'd met a few years ago on a hunt and had damn near instant chemistry. On more than one occasion, you'd made Sam look like a fool with everything you knew. But where you outmatched him in wits, he outmatched you in strength.

Sam was a giant, but a gentle one. He was unconditionally kind to you and always had your back. Several times, he'd even found himself arguing with Dean in your defense. Dean knew you were both in love with each other before either of you would ever admit it. But somewhere, somehow, something had to give.

>>> One Year Ago >>>

Dean had gone on a food run for the three of you, leaving you and Sam alone in the boys' motel room. You sat at the table, awaiting your inevitable scolding from Sam. He opened the fridge and pulled two beers from the fridge, popping them open and setting one in front of you. He took a silent sip of his before setting it down across from you, but he didn't sit down.

"You used yourself as bait? Really?" Sam asked rhetorically, suppressed rage in his voice.

"We caught the damn thing, didn't we?" You replied snarkily. You took a sip of your beer, avoiding eye contact with Sam.

"Y/n, you realize you could have gotten yourself killed?" Sam said, raising his voice and urging you to look at him.

"So? That's the damn job," you told him. You met his angered gaze, setting your beer back on the table. "I could get myself killed any damn day of the year, so what makes this time any different?"

"Dammit Y/n," Sam exclaimed, clearly frustrated. "We told you that you weren't gonna be bait for this damn thing!"

"No, you told me I wasn't gonna be bait," You stood up, pissed off. "You're not my fucking boss and I do what I've gotta do to catch the damn thing. We killed it, I'm fine. End of story."

"No, not end of story!"

"Oh yeah?" You cocked your head to the side. "Then please, Sam, tell me else you have a damn problem with. I can do my damn job and I don't need a damn babysitter!"

"I'm starting to think that yeah, maybe you do," Sam yelled.

"God, what the hell is your problem?!"

"My problem is that I'm in love with you!"

Sam looked just as surprised as you did from what he just said. You both stared at each other, jaws clenched shut and eyes wide. The room was eerily quiet now, the only sounds being the air conditioner running and the pair of you breathing. You looked at him as if to ask, 'are you serious?' and he returned it with a look that said, 'I meant every word.'

"Sam-"

"You don't have to say anything," he said softly. "I shouldn't have."

"Sam," you insisted, gently put your hand around the back of his head and pulled him into a soft kiss. He returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your body against his. All he wanted was to be as close to you as physics would allow.

"About damn time." You both broke the kiss to see Dean in the doorway with a bag of fast food in one hand, keys in the other.

"Dude, ever head of knocking?" Sam asked.

"Dude," Dean mocked. "It's my room too."

>>> Now >>>

It wasn't a new thing for Sam to see you in your bra. You'd had plenty of make-out sessions on the hunts you wound up on together, though you'd never actually slept together. You were both scared that if you'd taken that step, it would become too dangerous for you to work together anymore because of 'feelings.' You even refused to sleep in the same bed to avoid the extra attachment.

Once your shoulder was stitched up and wrapped, you put your shirt back on as Sam put the first aid box away. He sat beside you and you leaned against him. He wrapped his arms around you, both of you knowing this would be your last night together for at least a few weeks.

"I love you, Sam," you said quietly.

"Come with me," Sam replied. You looked up at him, confused. "When we're out of here in the morning, come with us. Come with me."

"What?"

"I'm tired of never knowing when I'm gonna see you again. Y/n, I'm in love with you."

"I know-"

"Hang on, please," Sam insisted. "Just let me say what I gotta say... I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time. And being with you has been probably the only good thing I've had going for me in years. You make me so happy, Y/n. And I don't want to spend another minute without you. So please, come with me."

"Sam," you said, sitting up and turning your whole body to face him. "You and I both know how dangerous this job is already. And if we're together all the time, it's only going to make the job that much harder."

"I know, but I don't care," Sam replied. "I'd rather be with you and fight every damn thing that tries to hurt you than spend another day without you by my side. Be with me, Y/n. Stay with me."

You looked into his eyes with a look of uncertainty, but you couldn't deny that every word he spoke was exactly what your heart had been screaming for for the past year.

"Pack your bag and throw it in the Impala. Hunt with us. Please, just don't leave again."

You hastily pressed your lips to his, and he was quick to return the kiss. Sam wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, the other resting gently against your jaw. You held his head in your hands and pulled him closer as you leaned back.

He urged you further backwards until your head was on a pillow and he was fully over top of you. His large frame was pressed down on yours, his hand gliding down over your body rom your jaw to your waist. You reached down to the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, running your hands over his chest. You reached for his belt, but his large hand stopped both of yours.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Sam asked, looking at you with gentle eyes.

"We've been avoiding this for a year because we didn't want to get too attached," you reminded. "I'd rather not die without getting to have sex with my boyfriend first."

"You're ridiculous," he chuckled.

"You know you love me," you smiled.

"Yeah," Sam smiled too. "I love you."

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural #fluff #angst

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theemporium · 1 year

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i saw you writing for poly!wolfstar so i thought why not give this a try 😭 this will be my first ever attempt of requesting so please pardon me for doing this anonymously and horridly... poly!wolfstar who already knows that they both fancy you but still aren't confessing in fear of your reaction, so they resort to the next best thing they thought of, being protective of you like steering you out of other’s radar esp when they know that that person has an interest in you (sirius might have this himbo facade but he's actually far from it) & like lowkey gatekeeping you to themselves but it all boils down to when someone asks you out for the Yule Ball right in front of their faces.

thank you for requesting!🖤

Remus and Sirius may have been some of the brightest wizards to walk through Hogwarts’ doors, but they were by no means smart.

And a fine example of said fact would be the way they had gone out of their way to acknowledge their feelings for you without actually acknowledging their feelings for you.

It was never something they ever thought they’d consider, bringing another person into their relationship. Sure, Sirius would point out the odd witch or wizard he found attractive and Remus would voice his agreements.

But this was different. You were different.

Somehow both boys had fallen head over heels for you, yet neither one of them knew what to do about the feelings and emotions bubbling inside them so they did the next best thing—they just made sure nobody else could have you.

It was subtle at first, the way they went about befriending you. It started off with sitting near you during breakfast, eventually building up conversations and sitting next to you in class. Notes were passed and laughs were shared and you genuinely considered both boys as solid friends in your life.

Then they really started meddling.

“I don’t know, he just doesn’t seem like your type,” Sirius commented casually one morning when you had told him about a budding crush you had on your potions partner—the boy who had walked into the Great Hall moments ago.

“Really?” you frowned a little, tilting your head to the side. “Why not?”

“Just trust me, honey,” Sirius assured you, passing your coffee just the way you liked it.

Their tactics became a bit more obvious to the other students of Hogwarts—most notably James who continued to take the piss out of his best friends—though you seemed none the wiser of their behaviour until the Yule Ball returned to Hogwarts and you found yourself surrounded by friends and classmates getting asked to the ball in a number of grand proposals.

You watched each with a hopeful smile and a longing gaze, but never voiced your thoughts to anyone. And as the days passed, you had accepted the fact that maybe it wasn’t in your luck to have a date, that maybe you would just attend with a few friends and make a night of it.

Until you were sitting out by the lake, Remus leaning back against the tree with a book in his hand and Sirius lounging with his head in his boyfriend’s lap, some sort of muggle device playing music sat near him as he aimlessly tapped his wand against his thigh in beat. You were just enjoying a day with your friends, the weather a little warmer than usual for Scotland and you planned to take full advantage of it.

What none of you were expecting was the day to be interrupted by a boy, robe abandoned and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, as he approached you with a nervous smile on his face.

It took a whole five seconds before Sirius and Remus clocked what was about to happen.

“Tommy, hi,” you smiled at the boy, the sweater you had been trying to mend for Remus now abandoned on your lap.

“Hi,” he said as he cleared his throat. “Listen, I know this is kinda last minute but I was just nervous to ask you because…I really like you and—”

There was nothing wrong with Tommy. He was a sweet boy, very kind to anybody he came across and never gave a reason for anyone to hate him. He was smart and, though he was a little shy, you had come to realise he was quite funny once he opened up a bit.

But at that very moment to the boys, Tommy was probably their least favourite person in Hogwarts—which was saying a lot, all things considered.

“I’m gonna stop you right there, Timmy,” Sirius suddenly spoke up, now by your side rather than a few feet away like he was moments ago.

“My name is Tommy,” he murmured with a slightly puzzled expression.

“I don’t care,” Sirius said with a smile. “What I do care about is that you’re clearly trying to make a move on our girl.”

“Our girl?”

“Your girl?”

Both you and Tommy looked at Sirius with matching looks of confusion.

“Yes, that is what he said,” Remus spoke up, not once looking away from his book as he flipped the page. “You wouldn’t happen to be asking our girl to the ball, would you, Timothy?”

“Tommy,” he repeated before letting out a cough. “And, uh, yeah I was—”

“Her answer will be no,” Sirius interrupted and waved him off. “Bye bye now, Tito.”

You gaped as you watched Tommy quickly scurry off, looking more confused than dejected by what just happened. And then you turned to look at your boys, both looking far too smug with themselves at what just happened.

“What on earth—”

But before you could even finish your sentence, Sirius was kissing you. And less than a second later, you were kissing him and moaning into his mouth when you felt his fingers tangle themselves in your hair.

Then he was pulling away, looking completely unbothered as he settled back into Remus’ lap as you sat there, flushed cheeks and open mouth as you tried to wrap your head around what just happened.

“Like we said,” Remus grinned at your expression, eyes darkening at the sight of your flustered face. “Our girl, right?”

“Right,” you repeated, still a little dazed and now a little eager to feel Sirius’ lips on you again—or even Remus too.

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buckrecs · 1 year

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Clingy / Drunk Bucky Fic Rec

I binge read clingy & drunk bucky oneshots till 2am and now that i’m conscious i’m gonna make a list.

Clingy by @sleepypanda27

Steve and Sam bring home drunk Bucky, the reader takes care of him. It’s fluffy.

Crazy In Love by @/sleepypanda27

Bucky is in love and he doesn't care what others think about it

In Your Arms by @writemarvelousthings

goes to bed early because they're tired, but soon after comes back out of the bedroom to get their partner because they don't want to be in bed alone.

Sober Thoughts by @tropicalcap

James Barnes doesn’t get drunk, until he does.

Maybe Later by @lovelybarnes

"marry me" "maybe later"

You’re way too drunk by @storiesnobodyreads

reader goes out with friends and gets a little too drunk. She calls Bucky, her boyfriend, who is overprotective and comes over to the club.

Drunk by @lifeasadorkwithnolife

You took Bucky out to a bar, seeing how you two were getting back from a tiring mission with HYDRA, and Bucky needed to loosen up.

Pudge by @buckyalpine

Bucky being absolutely adorable.

Cheeky by @/buckyalpine

Bucky Barnes does not back down from a dare.

you know what rhymes with drunk? sex by @seventven

bucky comes home drunk after a night out with sam.

Drunk Words are Sober Truths by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky gets a little inebriated at a party and his loose lips let his secret slip.

Once Upon A Good Time by @shamevillain

Bucky wants attention so he’s going to use your biggest weakness to get it.

Drunk Buck Running Amuck by @coffee-with-bucky

Bucky is drunk and absolutely giddy with affection and you don’t know whether to thank or kill Thor

morning by @lovelybarnes

person a won’t let person b out of bed by cuddling them + person a peppering kisses all over person b’s face

Guess What’s On Your Mind by @tellmealovestory

Are you drunk?

You’re not going to work by @winter-soldier-vibes

Bucky comes back from a long mission so excited to see you. Little does he know, you have a full schedule that day. At least, you planned to. No way is he going to wait any longer.

Drabble by @pellucid-constellations

Fluff with drunk Bucky

Waking Up in Vegas by @wxntersoldiers

a weekend in sin city can change everything.

fuck it by @mellowswriting

Thanks to a little Asgardian liquor, Bucky gets drunk for the first time in almost eighty years. He’s more than willing to engage in a little drunken shenanigans with you.

I Think I Wanna Marry You by @likeahorribledream

During an after party at the Tower, you’re introduced to a new side of your best friend: Drunk Bucky. And Drunk Bucky has it bad for you. Really, really bad.

drunk off you by @cunaeparker

asgardian liquor comes in clutch, sam’s a cockblock, and tony’s parties have a tendency to get spicy.

Gone with the mead by @writingsoftheloser

There’s a limbo between confessing one’s feelings and the use of ‘I love you’ that’s filled with amazing, strange and sometimes insecure things. Or the one where Bucky Barnes underestimated Asgardian mead.

Guy’s Night by @teamcap4bucky

You used to think that Hydra missions were your worst nightmare. Then the boys started having “Guys Night,” and you realized just how wrong you were. Nothing ever good comes from this night...or does it?

drunken proposals by @bluehourbucky

too much alcohol leads to proposals

Imagine by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Imagine Bucky being drunk.

Day Off by @softlyspector

Bucky really wants to take a nap with the reader, but she just wants to read. (Bucky is a giant dog who needs a lot of attention)

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #clingy!bucky #needy!bucky #drunk!bucky

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gaysindistress · 1 year

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Sad girl - twelve

summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass, the feelings, implied smut, Anthony being Anthony

word count: 2.8k

part 11 | series masterlist

taglist: @missvelvetsstuff @angelsincident @spencerreidisagorgman @i-have-no-life-charlie @esposadomd @reader-without-a-story @unaxv @iateall-yourcookies @kandis-mom @beware-my-thorns @ozwriterchick @littlelizardlizzie @alana4610 @wh0reforbucknasty

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Tangled in each other’s arms, the couple’s adorned with soft morning light and glittering jewelry. In the aftermath of their night, clothes are scattered across the floor and blankets are abandoned in favor of thin bed sheets. Bodies ache from last night's activities and Doll groans as she wakes up is evidence of the toll it took on her body. Trapped against his chest, she can only stretch out her legs but the action stirs Bucky awake as well.

“Hey there, Sergeant,” she hums, examining him as he yawns.

“Careful,” he hums back, hauling her up so that they’re eye to eye.

“Oh, did I just find a kink?” giggling, she lands a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“Only when you say it,” a smile spreads from where her lips touched his.

Nuzzling her head into the junction of his head and shoulder, she places soft kisses there while he closes his eyes in appreciation. There is no denying that a shift in their relationship happened last night; it is only a matter of time before someone addresses it.

“How are you feeling?”

She lifts her head, “Sore but good. How about you?”

“Good,” he pauses, “Are you going to tell me what happened between you and your father?”

Sighing, she drops back down, “You just had to go and ruin the moment by bringing him up.”

“Would you rather I ask when I’m balls deep in you?”

“Let’s just stop talking about sex and my father,” she clears her throat, “I didn’t know Anthony was my father for a long time. My mom didn’t really talk about it. Throughout the years, I kind of pieced it all together; it was a one-night stand gone wrong and she tried to get away because of his work. They tried to make it work but it was too dangerous so she left. It was just us, moving from city to city to get away from it all. She got caught up in drugs at some point and could never really get sober. I think I was about ten when she brought me to his apartment, hoping that he would take me. Pepper opened the door and welcomed me in. Mom said it was temporary but months went by without anything so Anthony just assumed that she had died and was granted full custody of me. Anyways he told me last night that she had shown up about 6 months ago, asking him for money but he never told me. He said he invited her to the ceremony but she never showed. That’s why we got into it.”

“Ah I see,” he brushes the hair away from her face, “I didn’t know that’s what he had planned.”

“It’s not your fault. I told him I don’t want anything to do with him or Stark Industries and I quit,” she says shrugging her shoulders.

His hand stills at her words, “You did what?”

“I told him to get fucked and that I quit,” she says slower, not daring to move.

“Doll, look at me.”

She sits up on her forearm, head resting against her shoulder as her eyes search his face for an indication of how he’s feeling.

“I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself.”

“You’re not mad?”

“No, why would I be mad? He’s an asshole for not telling you about your mom and you had every right to tell him off like that.”

“I don’t know. I just didn’t expect you to be proud of me.”

His hand gently grabs her chin, “You are the most headstrong person I have ever met and you prove it to me every day. He had it coming honestly and I’m surprised you didn’t pull a gun on him.”

That earns a chuckle from her, “It was our wedding day. I wasn’t carrying but I’m more surprised that I didn’t find one on you last night.”

“There were plenty of others carrying, I didn’t see the need.”

“What if something happened? You never know when you’re a mob boss.”

The hand on her chin pushes her away as he rolls his eyes and sits up, “I’m not a mob boss.”

“That’s exactly what a mob boss would say,” she teases, eyeing his back and ass as he searches for his discarded boxers.

“I’m a freelance contractor, a private contractor, Doll. I’m not a part of any organized crime,” he shoots back, tucking himself into his boxers.

“Oh really? I seem to remember you taking part in a business deal with a very well-known organized criminal, resulting in the exchange of illegal goods and people.”

He cocks his head at her, “Are you implying that I trafficked you?”

“In the eyes of the law, that’s what it looks like.”

“In the eyes of the law, you’re part of an illegal business front and help criminals evade police,” he taunts her back while tossing her a new pair of underwear and a shirt from her closet.

“Admit you’re in organized crime and I’ll admit I’m into it too,” she stands and puts the clothes on, making sure to put on a show from him as she does so.

“Now Doll, you know better than that. Even if I was, I wouldn’t go around telling people no matter how tempting they might be,” his lips are pressed against her hair as he grabs her by the hips and spins her to face him.

“Seduction is a woman’s best weapon.”

“You are not the average woman though. You’re the new Mrs. Barnes; intelligent, stunning, quick-witted, sassy, and too good with a gun.”

“Is that what you think of me, Mr. Barnes?” she mummers as she puts her arms around his neck.

“I could go on if you’d like,” he smiles at their closeness.

“Oh please do. I want to know everything that you think about me.”

He ducks down to kiss her, slotting his lips against hers. His tongue pokes at her lips, asking for entrance and she happily grants it.

“I’ll tell you in time. Right now I want to celebrate with my wife,” and with that he tosses her back onto the bed, both of them laughing wildly.

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“Stark Towers, 10 am, week from today, Monday morning,” Doll reads the message her father sent her.

“Why?” she sends back.

“You quit. We have to go through your resignation.”

A deep sigh leaves her body as she tosses her phone back onto the nightstand.

“Everything okay?” Bucky calls from behind her.

“Oh you know my father is demanding a meeting, what’s new?” she responds, turning back to the bare man next to her.

“Need something to take your mind off it?” the mischievous glint in his eye catches hers.

“Depends. Does it involve you in between my legs?”

“Among other things.”

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The conference room is stuffy with the number of lawyers and other personnel jammed in it. Across from her sits Anthony, Wanda is at his side and his head lawyer Vision is next to her. The young boy she recognizes as Peter is behind him with Scott who she sends a smile. He returns it but it quickly fades when he spots a dark spot on her neck from under her turtleneck. Rolling her eyes at his reaction, she sets her focus on Anthony.

“Is all of this really necessary?”

“Yes, you know it’s the procedure when dealing with disgruntled employees.”

“Disgruntled? Wow if that’s how you want to play this, then so be it,” she remarks, sitting up straighter in her chair.

Anthony’s eyes flicker to her with annoyance before settling back on the document in front of him. Vision begins going over it, detailing what she’ll receive in the event of her resignation and how she’ll be removed from the company. Most of it is standard however Vision stops at the last section, looking between her and Anthony.

“Now is the matter of who will receive the company in the event of Mr. Stark’s untimely death. Originally it was meant to pass to you, Mrs. Barnes given that you were still with the company. However, given that you have resigned, it will go to Morgan Stark. For the time being, you will be granted temporary ownership until Morgan is 21 years of age, and then ownership will be transferred to her. You will be required to attend any meetings Mr. Stark requests to maintain an updated understanding of the business.”

Scoffing at ridiculous clauses, she looks directly at her father,” Excuse me what? I quit and you still somehow are requiring me to be involved?”

“It’s the terms you agreed to when you started working for me.”

“I don’t remember this section by any stretch of the imagination. Vision you can’t be serious. There’s no way I agreed to this,” she turns to Vision who looks at her with an uneasy expression.

“Unfortunately, you did,” he explains, sliding the papers over to her so she can see her signature from 6 years ago, meaning she did in fact agree to this.

“Oh my god,” her body deflates as she whispers to herself, “I should’ve never gone to work for you.”

“Speak up darling, I didn’t hear you,” Anthony taunts her.

Taking a deep breath she repeats herself: “I said I should’ve never gone to work for you. You have taken advantage of me every step of the way. I shouldn’t even be surprised that this clause slipped in without me noticing.”

“Well you did agree to it so that’s how things are going to be,” his nonchalant tone is like nails on a chalkboard to her.

“Clearly. Is there anything that I can do to get out of this, Vision, or am I completely fucked?”

“I’m afraid this is your only option.”

“Lovely,” she takes another deep breath, closing her eyes.

“Well if that’s all we have to go over, I would sign and leave,” she says, mentally growing exhausted from playing these games with her father.

Vision nods his head, passing her a pen so she can sign away her life once again. Her new name bleeds into the paper right under her father’s signature, binding them together professionally and ruining whatever is left of their personal relationship. Papers are shuffled back into order and placed delicately into Vision’s briefcase as she stands and smooths out her trousers, rings clinging together as she does so. She throws a tightlipped smile to the lawyer and Wanda, who had been taking notes during the meeting. For her father, she sends him a cold stare as she leaves the conference room.

Walking out of the room, she pulls out her phone to see a text from Bucky.

“Meet me at the café by the tower when you’re done.”

“No please?” she sends back.

“Please.”

She steps into an elevator, shaking her head at his short texts. A hand stops the doors from closing all the way and her father steps in after her. If she hadn’t been wearing a white turtleneck, she would have punched him but alas she doesn’t want to ruin her shirt.

“Couldn’t have waited for the next one?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

She cocks one eyebrow, “oh really? Where was that sentiment six months ago or last month or even a few days ago?”

“I’m not going to apologize for doing what I thought was right. You need to let it go, darling.”

Clenching her jaw, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I think John is trying to sabotage my deal with Namor.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I received a rather interesting voicemail from the Dora Milaje’s head, Ayo, last night.”

“And?”

It’s his turn to clench his jaw and take a deep breath, “They’re aware that I made the deal behind their backs and they’re not very happy.”

“What did you expect?”

“John was supposed to be handling it. Now he’s not doing his job so things are about to go down. You need to warn James.”

“Why can’t you?”

The elevator stops and dings, letting them know they have arrived at their destination. Doll goes to leave first but Anthony grabs her arm, keeping her at his side as he guides them out together.

“We’ll just have to tell him together.”

She doesn’t have a chance to question him as he sends her a warning look and continues to usher her out the front doors. In an attempt to look less forced, he slings his arm around her shoulder, fingers gripping tightly through her blazer. Neither speaks as they enter the small café next door, quickly spotting Bucky and sitting down at the booth he is at. He doesn’t share the same confused expression that she has but instead shares a knowing look with Anthony.

“Wow you’re in on this too,” is the first thing she says to him, leaning back in the booth with her arms crossed over her chest.

“He only agreed to have a private meeting,” Anthony answered.

“And what is this ‘private’ meeting about?”

“Doll I’m…” Bucky tries to apologize to her but she holds her hand up to stop him.

“No. Don’t give me some bullshit apology.”

“It’s about Marianne,” Anthony pipes up before a fight breaks out.

“What about my mom?”

“That day she showed up at my door, she left a phone number to get ahold of her. When she didn’t show up at your wedding, I had Scott trace it and find out her location.”

Furrowing her brow, “And?”

Anthony rolls his eyes at her impatience, “And she was at John Walker’s apartment. Scott went over to check on her and they both claimed that John had offered her a place to stay until she could get back on her feet. She seems sober even.”

“What? Did you bring her back?” her voice starts to raise.

“Quiet down, darling. No, I did not. It seemed like she was there on her own accord so I wasn’t going to force her to go with Scott.”

“Oh but you can force me into staying a part of your business even after I quit among other things.”

“Doll,” Bucky’s voice is soft as he tries his hand at reasoning with her.

“No James. My mom is with the man who held me at gunpoint and no one even seems the slightest bit concerned about it.”

Being called James again is enough to set the fire off in his heart. He immediately sits up, face void of expression as he goes back to sipping his coffee.

“Things happen,” Anthony brushes off her comment, “You wanted to know where Marianne was and I told you so my job is done here.”

“Oh, it most certainly is not. You’re going to help me get her out of there,” she grabs Anthony by the arm, keeping him from leaving the booth, “You got us into this mess and you’re going to get us out.”

“Marianne is a grown woman, she can leave if she wants. As for you,” he leans down so they’re eye to eye, “You made it very clear that you don't have anything to do with me unless it’s professional so I don’t have to do anything.”

She gapes at him, mouth wide in shock from how unbothered he is by the whole situation.

“Close your mouth. If you want her out of there, you can ask your husband,” he stares blankly before removing her hand and leaving the booth.

Anger is radiating off of her body in waves while Bucky sits across from her with the stoic look he gives boring senators and overly drunk girls trying to get his attention. He appears completely unphased by the interaction, still drinking his coffee. She, on the other hand, is staring daggers into his soul, waiting for him to say something.

“Got something to say?” he asks, barely affording her a glance.

“Yeah, what the fuck were you thinking?”

“He asked for a meeting, knowing you were going to say no so I helped him set it up.”

“You didn’t think to mention it to me? Or is the secret keeping a part of our marriage now?”

“Wasn’t a secret.”

“Give me a break. Why didn’t you tell me?”

He sets his coffee down, finally looking at her, “would you’ve agreed?”

She stays silent, knowing that she very well wouldn’t have agreed. Bucky nods his head in confirmation that he’s right. Pulling out his wallet, he drops a twenty on the table and slides out. Doll doesn’t move, arms still crossed while her chest rises and falls to calm her down.

“Let’s go.”

He offers his hand out to her but she doesn’t take it as she gets out and walks past him towards the doors.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #mob au #mob!bucky #mob!bucky barnes imagine #mob!bucky barnes x reader #sad girl - bucky barnes #mob!bucky barnes and reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you

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Not your luckiest day

➤・ James Lee x gender neutral! Reader [Lookism]

➤・could be seen as platonic??

➤・ kind of ooc James Lee(?) , swearing

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Helloooooooooooooo I'm back after a longgg hiatus!! And I'm obsessed with this man and my brain rots from the x reader fanfic ideas I've been thinking off so ya . Also no proofread lol so there may be spelling mistakes and errors

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"Is James not gonna tag along with us today? " Your friend asked ,tilting their head and faced you, curiosity all over their face.

"No, he said he had some work to do " (Y/n) answered , their head facing the road in front of them. Your friend hummed in response and also faced the road ahead.

"Why are you asking?"

You quickly added, now turning you face to your right to face your friend.

"Just curious, he always tags along with you after school, it's kind off weird not having his presence today. " Your friend immediately spoke.

You hummed in response before facing ahead again. Your friend was right. It was weird to not have his presence here. You two would always to home together after school, cracking some jokes here and there, doing some dumb stuff. You were used to that everyday. It just feels awkward and lonely without him around.

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Both of you looked at the 'construction ahead' sign in front of you. Today was not your luckiest day was it?

"Awww man... I was planning to go to the convenience store down the road.. " You sulked, one of your baby cousins were visiting you today and you wanted to buy some snacks for them and for yourself.

"Really? I know another route to get there want me to show it to you? " Your friend proposed upon hearing you.

"Really? Alright then, show me the way please"

"Okay then follow me! " Your friend said as they lead you toward the alleyway right beside the construction sign.

How convenient. The alleyway was dark and long. You don't think had you ever noticed an alleyway here. It was like those movies you had watched and your gut feeling churned when you entered the alleyway. You had a bad feeling about this.

Oh how lucky you were! The alleyway wasn't dangerous at all and both of you left it unscathed.

Curse you love for animals. You had seen a cat come towards you and rub itself against your legs. You swore you had told your friend to stop as you leaned down to pet the cat. Curse the fact that you didn't have any food on you to feed the cat. And curse your friend for not listening to you.

The next thing you know , when you straightened your back to what you expected to meet your friend's face, you were met with an empty road. You started to worry. Where had your friend gone off too? Didn't you tell them to stop ?? They're not the kind to just leave you in an empty, not familiar road. Did they not listen to you?

You swear you are smart, you should've returned towards the construction sign and then call your friend. But even you started to question your intelligence when you needed up searching for you friend and ended up in another alleyway

You ended up in another alleyway. You weren't alone this time. You now stood in front of a man slightly taller than you. Everything about him screamed danger. The fact that you two were alone in an alleyway, double danger.

You could feel the adrenaline kicking in you fight or flight response ran off and you had to escape as quickly as you could. His bigger muscular body means that any wrong move and you'd be a gonner. You started to get into position, calculating your plan, your jaw clenching, your eyes fixated on the man you had to keep your guard up.

"So you're the one who hangs out with James Lee... " The man mumbled. His eyes still fixed on you.

There was enough distance between the two of you. You lifted you right leg and with the strength you had kicked the side of the mans knees.

The man stumbled , he was caught completely off guarded. This was your chance. You turned around to sprint towards the construction sign. But a firm grip near you neck stopped you.

You almost choked. The man had his forearms around your neck.

[A low kick huh? Didn't think you could — AHHHH FUCK] the man immediately released his grip held his arm in pain.

You wiped off the blood running off your mouth and spit out the disgusting taste in your mouth. Again when you started to sprint, you were stopped by him.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH—"he turned you to face him and punched your left cheek making you stumble He then punched you in the stomach, making you choke out saliva. You could only wince in pain and struggled to get rid on his grasp. You were now in the air, both of the mans arms were on your throat.

You tried to release the chokehold he had, with both of your hands but failed to do so. You started to gasp for air when it started to get difficult to breathe. You were feeling weak.You were desperate to not die or get kidnapped . Your vision was starting to get blurry.

With all the last bit of strength you had, you used it all to kick his chin . The force made his head to tilt back and his grip on you loosened, making you fall.

You closed your eyes, preparing yourself to hit the floor. But the anticipation was disrupted by someone catching you from your fall. You opened your eyes to see their face. Your vision was a bit blurry from tears . You saw a familiar red hair. You slowly rose your hand to rub your eyes and looked at the man.

"... James..? " You spoke, your voice hoarse and you were trying to regulate your breathing.

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It was one thing to go after him, but is another thing to go after the people he cares for. Especially his best friend.

He knew something was up when the crew, who were supposedly after him didn't show up at all. His suspicions were proved true when he got a call from your friend about your disappearance and you not picking up their calls. Luckily he was able to pin point where you were in time.

Who knew that the crew members were guarding the alleyway entrance and exit. That wasn't a problem for James though, he got rid of them with ease.

He was mad. He was approaching the crew head, when he was choking you and when you kicked him.

He quickly caught you from falling, having a quick glance at the head to make sure he was unconscious.

James slowly let you down on the ground his hand rested on your back to support you to sit straight while the other hand on the chin to examine the wounds.

Your left cheek was red and was a little swelled up. There was blood running down your face and there were hand prints imprinted in red on your neck.

He was mad. He was mad the the crew, the audacity to harm his friend and try to kidnap them. He was more mad at himself. How could he have not seen this coming? He could've, should've prevented this. Now they were hurt and and everyone knows their face.

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"(Y/n) you're awake!! " You heard someone spoke when you blinked your eyes open. God, your head kind of hurts . Your immediately winced when you to sat up. Your stomach hurts like hell.

"Careful, you're gonna hurt yourself even more " You heard someone say. A familiar voice.

You turned your head to look at the speaker. It was James. He sat on the stool next to your bed, his eyes fixated on whatever he was reading.

"Thanks for the advice genius." You sarcastically said.

"Your welcome" You heard him say, making you scoff. You looked at your surroundings . You were in your room. Nice. Both of you remained silent .

"What had happened? " You mumbled, your whole body felt sore, there were bandaged on your cheek and stomach.

"..you don't remember?" James finally took his eyes off the book to face you.

You started to remember what happened upon hearing him. The memories started flood in. Your awful silence answered James and he looked towards the book again. Silence filled the room once again .

"So... How are you feeling now? " James inquired after a long pause.

"..Not much..,just sore throughout" You mumbled, your eyes fixated on your hands as they figeted the blanket's fabric .

"So you're the one who hangs out with James lee.. "

A realisation struck you, making your eyes widen a bit. . Why did the man know about James? And Judging by his looks and fighting style, he was probably a gangster. Why was he even looking for James in the first place.

".. James? " You said, your voice laced the suspicion you were starting to have.

James noticed the way your expression changed and hesitated to answer. "... Yes? "

"That man... Said something about your name... He didn't look like a normal citizen, but rather... A gangster.. "

While he admired that trait of yours to catch up on what was happening quickly and with the littlest hints, it wasn't the best time for it to show up.

He decided to test your gullibility.

"Really? That's —" He immediately kept his mouth shut when he saw your cold glare. Maybe it wasn't the best time to test that.

"James. What is going on. " (Y/n) sternly said, he knew that they won't keep shut untill they know the truth.

James knew this day might come. But he didn't expect it to be this soon.

Boy oh boy was it going to be a one hell of a story.

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Heya!! Hope you liked it ^^ , constructive criticisms are always accepted so fell free to advice anything on this

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@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 9 || 1007 Words || Read on Ao3 —

Lily’s off to the side of the little cafe when she hears the feedback of a microphone.

“Hi everyone, I’m James Potter.”

Her eyes drift up from her computer screen to see a man around her age sitting on a stool, acoustic guitar strapped around his torso and resting on his lap. He’s got wild black curls that fall over his glasses even as his head tips back in silent laughter while speaking quietly with the barista who’d brought him a drink. Turning back towards the mic, an echo of laughter is on his face as he gestures to the aproned man walking back to the counter.

“Huge thanks to my mate Remus for getting me this gig, make sure to tip him well for all your drinks. And ladies and gents, I know what you’re thinking and yes, he is single!”

“James!” The barista—Remus—barks from across the shop. This earns a small smile from Lily as her attention goes back to the computer in front of her. Working from home was so dreadfully boring, she much prefers working at least one day out in a coffee shop or bookstore, and it seems like she’s picked well today.

“Sorry, sorry,” James chuckles into the microphone as he tunes his guitar. “Now I want to be completely honest with you all. I’m relatively new to the guitar, and I can’t sing for shite, so please bear with me.”

Lily hears a woman behind her let out a soft groan of frustration and the unmistakable sounds of a chair scooting on the floor. She laughs softly and pulls up another email as the beginning chords of something familiar start filling the space.

He’s not a bad player, it turns out. A few wrong notes here and there, the occasional pause while he figures out how to switch from one chord to another, but Lily’s no musician and if he hadn’t been playing songs she knew it’s likely these things would’ve gone unnoticed. He had said he was a shite singer, but the times he’d chosen to hum into the mic for emphasis had been pleasant enough to draw her attention from her computer.

There’s such an intense concentration in the knit of his brow, his eyes focused on the guitar in his hands, that Lily doesn’t feel the need to sneak glances. She observes him openly while he plays—the way his tongue occasionally darts between his lips when he makes (she assumes) a difficult switch of his fingers, followed by a small smile of relief when the notes land, the encouraging bob of his head as he gains more comfort in the song. It’s a mesmerizing sight, watching someone lose themselves in something they love, and Lily can’t help but smile in turn.

She’s watching the maneuvers of his fingers against the strings on the neck of the guitar (it’s so…mesmerizingly intricate) when the song comes to a stop. It takes her an embarrassing few seconds to realize this and when she pulls her eyes up from the guitar, her breath catches in her throat when she meets the amber gaze of the man himself, a small smirk on his face that sends her cheeks reddening and her attention back to the laptop screen on her table.

He doesn’t say anything into the mic, just begins another familiar song while Lily stews in her mortification. Checking the time, she debates getting up to leave and just finishing her workday from home, but pauses when she realizes the cafe has nearly emptied out.

It’d be…rude to leave. Right?

So she stays and resolutely keeps her eyes on her screen as she fires off another email, and then another, and then proposes a new time for next week’s presentation. The music gently shifts from song to song, and eventually she feels the heat in her cheeks cool, the moment forgotten.

That is, until she hears his voice again.

“I’ve got one more song but I just wanted to thank you all for your time today, as well as Lionheart Coffee for having me. Once again, I’m James Potter, and I’d like to dedicate this song to the one person who's been here for my entire set. I owe you a drink for having to listen to me for forty-five full minutes.”

Startled, she looks up and scans the room, sure to see at least one of the tables from earlier still filled with the same people only to find them empty, a few newcomers milling around by the register while they wait for their drinks. Her eyes land on the musician at the front—James—and he’s looking right back at her with a playful smile, as if waiting for her full attention before starting his final song.

She recognizes the tune immediately—she had many-a-burned CD given to her with it as the title track, back when that had been all the rage. She had hated the song for a while, the way a Michelle or Layla or Mandy may hate their eponymous songs, as it became the defining tune that people associated with her.

But that had been several years ago, and she hadn’t heard it in a while. And she’d certainly never had it played for her.

She’s unable to take her eyes—aptly, her green eyes—off him as he strums. He leans into the microphone at one point after taking a breath as if to sing, but decides against it, sitting back with an embarrassed shake of his head, his attention briefly flicking up from his guitar to her gaze with a widening smile.

Lily smiles in return, a warmth flowing through her veins as she’s essentially serenaded in this poorly-populated cafe (is it technically a serenade if there’s no singing? She decides she doesn’t really care), and when he leans into the mic to finish the rest of the song—a series of rhythmic “Oh-oh-oh”s before backing off for the final lyrics—she closes her laptop with a raised brow in his direction.

She’ll take that drink now, if he’s offering.

(did you guess the song?)

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Meant to Be — Bucky Barnes (Prologue)

Prologue — Curiouser and Curiouser

Pairing: mafia!bucky x innocent!reader

Word count: 1,884

Summary: A deal is proposed.

Note: Finally! Here is the prologue! I made changes that I really think makes for a stronger plot and a more free flowing story.

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“The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.”

— Robert Frost

April 21, 2018

There was something beautiful about New York at dusk, something enchanting. Fog settled low on the pier; city lights reflected in the sparkling water. The New York skyline lit up the horizon, creating a perfect background for two men engaged in a heated discussion.

The shorter of the two took a long drag of his cigar and checked his watch, pursing his lips in mild annoyance. His once young-looking face was covered in frown lines due to the stress of his job.

The taller of the two men languidly rocked back on his heels. The beach was nice in the mornings before the sun rose. Not too hot, not too cold. The perfect weather for a high-neck sweater under his suit jacket. He, too, checked his watch before fixing his eyes on the shimmering waves.

A figure jogged toward the pair. The light, reflecting off the metal in place of his right arm, alerted the two of his presence long before his steps could.

“Mr. Barnes!”

“Is it done?” the older Barnes inquired, taking another long drag and impatiently tapping his foot.

“Yes, sir. No one will find him.”

“And his family?” the younger Barnes asked, grabbing the revolver from his father’s outstretched hand and tucking it away in the waistband of his trousers.

“Money was transferred into their accounts a few hours ago. They won’t be saying a word,” the man promised gruffly.

“How can we be sure?” the younger Barnes challenged. “She could go to the cops any second.”

The man shook his head. “The woman was scared. She’s planning to grab her kids and leave the country.”

Barnes nodded in relief. “So she’s running. Smart girl. If only her son of a bitch husband was as smart as her, this whole shit show could’ve been avoided.”

“Bucky!” his father half-heartedly chastised.

“What? He was a pain in my ass.” And he had been. There was something suspicious about him from the start. Always asking questions, worrying about things that didn’t concern him. Bucky’s only regret was that he didn’t teach the bastard a lesson himself once he found out he was a narc.

“He was a pain in my ass too,” George Barnes agreed. “Good riddance. But he’s not our problem anymore. Let the dead stay dead.” After a long drag, he let the smoke fall from his fingers and onto the wet sand, extinguishing it with his foot. Already he felt at ease now that the situation had concluded.

“Any news on the shipment tomorrow?” George asked.

“It’s proceeding as planned,” the man informed.

“It needs to be done quickly and quietly. I don’t want the wrong people poking around.”

“Of course.”

George Barnes merely nodded, satisfied, for the time being, with the cessation of things. “I need to speak with my son.”

The man turned, preparing to leave. His prosthetic made a slight whirring noise as it shifted to accommodate his hurried stance.

“Razor?” George called out. “Good job.”

Razor let a small smile slip past his hardened façade and bowed his head in thanks. Praise from a Barnes was exceedingly rare, and from the boss, nonetheless? Razor must have done something right.

“James,” George continued after Razor had gone.

Bucky blinked once, like an owl, and stood rigid in front of his father. It wasn't often that he was graced with the use of his first name, but it was usually followed by tense conversation. He let scenarios bounce around in his head.

George Barnes was meticulous when it came to certain things, unforgiving where the business was involved. Bucky had taken on a much larger role in the past few years, slowly doing more and more of his father’s work. It was a huge risk because if something wasn’t done to George’s liking, Bucky would take the blame. However, it seemed that the father and son had more in common than their startlingly blue eyes. They went about problems using the same methods, and it never left George displeased.

Although, if Bucky offered more thought to it, there were still multiple things that could have easily annoyed the older Barnes. If the recent tribulations regarding the Burgundys were to be taken into consideration, George would not be satisfied until that entire series of unfortunate events was dealt with.

“Is this about Raymond Gregory?” Raymond was one of Bucky’s men, someone he trusted unquestionably. “He was appointed police commissioner without any complications.”

Bucky was prepared to defend himself if his father had any issues with how he handled the NYPD. He was old enough now, and experienced enough in the business to have a clear sense of how to trapeze through difficult situations. Yes, he would defend himself. After all, it was going to be him standing in his father’s shoes one day.

George shook his head. “There’s a funeral tomorrow,” he started slowly.

“Yes… I know.” Good news travelled fast, but bad news travelled faster.

“And we need to attend. The entire family.” George tried to gauge his son’s reaction.

Bucky slowly blinked twice and huffed out a small laugh as if to say really? “You can not be serious.”

George did not waver in his resolve. “I am.”

“You want us to go to the funeral after—” and though there was no one around to hear them, Bucky lowered his voice considerably, almost whispering now, and leaned in close to his father. “After everything that’s happened, you want to risk that bastard knowing what we did?”

George took a moment to think. “It’s necessary.”

Bucky scoffed. “Necessary enough to risk a war? Because that’s what It’ll come to once Danial finds out where the loyalties of his men really lie. He won’t take kindly to being made a fool.”

“Not like it did any good!” George snapped. “He doesn’t do anything worthwhile.”

“People are already talking,” Bucky reminded him.

“Let them,” George retorted. “We only need to worry about what Danial thinks. The rest will work out by itself.”

“Are you sure about this?” Bucky questioned.

“Positive.”

The certainty in his father’s voice prompted Bucky to relax his shoulders. “Alright,” he conceded.

Bucky was just about done with the conversation. Though the sun had yet to rise, the city was beginning to wake. The distant sound of traffic, and fishermen starting their day, reached Bucky’s ears.

“I have a favour to ask of you, son.” George looked as if he had suddenly aged ten years. The frown lines on his face became more prominent, and the bags under his eyes darkened significantly.

“Anything,” said Bucky. And he did mean anything. Despite how often the two clashed heads due to their similar temperaments, there was nothing Bucky wouldn’t do for his father.

George said nothing, he merely reached under his suit jacket to pull out a thin folder. Bucky grabbed the folder and quickly skimmed through the pages. His brows puckered in confusion when he saw a picture of a woman who looked to be a few years younger than him.

“What’s this?” Bucky questioned his father.

“Read the name,” George told him.

He did. The girl in question was pretty, gorgeous even, especially when she smiled. She was walking down the sidewalk of a busy street in one picture, eating pizza in another. Various shots of her engaged in all sorts of different activities. Bucky froze. “Burgundy. She can’t be—”

“She is,” George nodded in confirmation. “She’s Danial’s youngest.”

Bucky shook his head and skimmed through the girl’s information once more. “Impossible. Danial never had a daughter.”

“He did,” George said plainly.

Exasperated, Bucky ran a hand over his face. “I don’t remember a girl. I only remember his son.”

“Jack,” George nodded. “He died years ago.”

“Why am I just hearing about her?” Bucky asked suspiciously.

George turned away from his son and toward the expansive ocean. He took a deep breath. “I can only imagine…” he began slowly, “the death of Danial’s son led him to become overprotective of his last remaining offspring. I thought the girl died with her brother.”

“Except,” Bucky raised the manilla folder he was holding as evidence, “she didn’t.” George clicked his tongue in response. “What is this about, father?”

“You’re older now, responsible and mature. I was around your age when I married your mother and took over my father’s business.”

Bucky listened intently, hoping the conversation was going where he hoped it was.

“Perhaps, it’s time you do the same,” George stressed.

Bucky had to tamp down the excitement that burst through him. All he ever hoped was to one day be in charge of his family’s empire, and now it was close enough to touch… but not quite. “Marriage or the business,” he asked, simultaneously dreading and anticipating the answer.

“Both,” was his father’s simple reply.

It seemed to click all at once, what his father was asking of him. Oh.

Oh. Bucky did not expect this. “You want me to marry her?” he asked incredulously. “You must be crazy, old man.”

George’s laugh carried through the wind. “You have to be a little crazy. Don’t you think? If you’re in a position like mine.”

“I’m not joking,” Bucky said humourlessly.

“Neither am I,” George snapped. “This is the opportunity we’ve been waiting for, and she—” George pointed at the folder in Bucky’s hand— “is how we achieve it.”

Bucky saw the weight of the situation sitting heavily on his father’s shoulders. George was still young, but mob life had a way of distorting time. Boys grew up faster, and men retired earlier. Bucky was barely a teen before he was pulling the weight of a grown man.

“Dad…”

“We’ll get control over all of his properties. All his men, all his assets. Manhattan, Staten Island—Hoboken. We’ll become the biggest power on the east coast. All you have to do is marry his daughter.”

Bucky let his head fall to his chest and rubbed his eyes. “Why me?” It wasn’t that Bucky was perverse against marriage. He just thought he had more time… and more of a choice.

“You’re the only one I trust. Son,” George grabbed the back of Bucky’s neck, pulling him closer, “you will control it all. This is it.”

Bucky looked at the picture of the girl in question. It was all he ever wanted. To help grow his family’s empire. And having a beautiful girl by his side wouldn’t hurt. He whispered her name, let a smirk form on his face. Briefly let himself imagine her beneath him, limbs entangled with each other’s and titillating sighs filling the air. No, having her by his side would not hurt at all.

“You said he’s protective of her. Yet he agreed?” Bucky clarified.

George smirked. “He’s the one who suggested it. Just like I suspected.”

Bucky looked at the file again, saying nothing.

“The wedding will be quick. Within a month. Danial doesn’t want to drag it out any longer, and neither do I.” George spoke as if Bucky had already agreed. But if he knew his son at all, and he did, then that was true.

Bucky had made up his mind the second he saw little Burgundy’s picture. “I did say I would do anything, didn’t I?”

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saintchaser · 1 year

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he laughed as she shouted at him, her hair bright pink from his transfiguration spell that had gone wrong. her cheeks were as red as the way her hair used to be, and he couldn't help it, she looked so funny.

he laughed as she glared at him over her book, sittind down next to that weird boy; he was ruffling his hair, and his mates were calling him a right idiot. maybe he had been. he'd never know.

he laughed when she smiled at him over a book, when they were studying together in the library, (was it the same book from the past? he wasn't sure, he hadn't paid attention.) and he smiled back, dimples in his cheeks.

he laughed when she asked him out for the first time, because when the sudden change of heart? either way, he couldn't say he minded. her auburn hair looked so good against his dark skin.

he laughed when he proposed, because he promised himself and his friends he wouldn't cry. he did, though; and so did she, because they had never thought they'd get that far together, never thought they'd love each other like that.

he laughed when she walked down the aisle, after he had cried in his best mate's arms. she was etheral, and her eyes were glowing as she walked up to him. she didn't even have to say i do, he was already hers forever.

he laughed when she had told him; a baby? that was ridiculous. it was true, and he found himself falling in love with the little human growing in his wife (such a strange word, wife, isn't it?), with the idea of being a father.

he laughed when their son was born, tears in his eyes. he was a father now, and their son looked just like him, except his eyes. they were his mother's, as bright as clever as hers. he felt whole, now; he had a family, people to fight for.

he laughed all throughout the time he had with his wife and son, laughed for the little family they had built together, and for the future they were going to have. growing old with someone, isn't it such a wonderful thing?

james potter laughed, protecting his family, laughed to his last breath. laughed himself away, because life had been so wonderful, why would he mourn for himself? laughed, thinking lily and his son had gotten out alive.

#i'm sorry for the last part 😭 i had to make it a little bit angsty i couldn't help it #anyways recently i found myself falling in love with jily again because they're so 💞 i love them so much 💞💞#anyways!!!!#james potter #lily evans #jily #jily fluff #flowerpott #flowerpott fluff #my writing

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b1t5andpi3c3s · 2 years

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Paper Rings

Word Count: 1087 Summary: the important parts of your life with James. Paper Rings by Taylor Swift Warnings: none, mention of drugs/alcohol Pairing: James Potter x Reader Requested: I have been gone a long, long time ..., and I can't promise a definite return, but I am back for this fic at least ...

The moon is high Like your friends were the night we first met Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet Now I’ve read all of the books beside your bed

James had been one of the best Chasers for the Gryffindor Team that Hogwarts had seen in a long time. And he knew it. Constantly showing off to any girl that breathed in his direction, but he only seemed to grant one with his attention. Lily Evans.

She was perfect. Flaming red hair; bright emerald eyes; and a brilliant mind to boot. Everyone with eyes wanted her.

Now, you too were brilliant, you had amazing friends - you were even friends with Lily herself - but your only flaw (according to yourself anyway),was that you were in love with James Potter. A bully, a prankster.

Now, however, he was merely a dazed drunk. Standing in the middle of the Gryffindor Common Room with the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, surrounded by a chanting crowd. In his hand was another Butterbeer, Sirius had been passing them to him since he had stumbled into the Common Room.

Remus and Peter, his other two friends, were off in a corner, they were quieter than the other two, and mainly chose to stay out of the chaos that followed James and Sirius, even if Remus was the brains behind a lot of the pranks they did.

You too were sitting off in a corner, avoiding the crowd, staring at the back of James’ head with despair. When suddenly a presence to your left broke you from your internal self pity, that, and the unrecognisable stink that appeared.

“Hey.” Looking into Remus’ bloodshot eyes immediately gave away what was wrong with him.

“Really?” “Sirius bought s’me,” his words slurred together. Looking over your friend’s shoulder, you spotted Peter in a similar state, with a grinning Sirius stabilising him as he swayed. “I thought you hated the stuff?” “Well, I’m not sure anym’ore,” he mumbled. Sucking in a deep breath, he stared into your eyes with an intensity you were unfamiliar with, “may- maybe, a little.” “Rem?” “I want to go to bed,” he sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly, slumping into the seat next to you.

Staring down at the slumped figure of Remus, who was quickly falling asleep in that position. You tore your attention to where you had last seen Sirius and Peter, only to find them both gone. Figuring that Sirius had dragged Peter to their dorm room, you looked across to where you could hear James.

“James!” Yelling over the noise was difficult, your voice basically drowned out by the happy cheers. Thankfully, he must have just heard your yell, as you could see his eyes trail over everyone before landing on you and Remus.

Smiling at the girl he was talking up, he hurried over to you, staring down at the now sleeping Remus. Sending you a confused look, he poked his friend’s shoulder - it must have been hard as Remus’ head lolled to the side, however he did not stir.

“Sirius and his ‘treats’.” “Well, help me get him up to our dorm.”

Lugging a basically full grown man up the tight, twisting stairs of Gryffindor tower with James and you on either side was more difficult than you had originally thought when you proposed the idea.

“Thanks.” He whispered standing opposite you. Peter, Sirius and Remus fast asleep in their beds, snoring loudly making you wonder how any of them slept soundly. “No problem,” you smiled back.

The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the streetCat and mouse for a month or two or threeNow I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

You had spent many sleepless nights worrying, now they all appeared worth it. The countless afternoons crying over the feeling of worthlessness seemed silly compared to this moment in time.

His arms were around your waist, tightening and relaxing sporadically, you smiled at the feeling. The dark room not betraying the adoring look in your eyes.

You felt your boyfriend snuggle closer to your back, blowing out a puff of air into the back of your neck. His chest rising and falling with each breath he drew.

“James.” Your whisper barely disturbed the air, but it earned a tired murmur from the man next to you. “I love you.”

The only response you got was a snore, but you didn’t mind. It wasn’t like you hadn’t said those 3 words to each other before.

(Ayy) Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night (oh) Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright (uh) Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life (one, two, one, two, three, four)

“I love you.” It was mumbled into your neck. Both of you were laid down on a picnic blanket in a park not far from your shared home. Sirius, Remus and Peter were also there, but they were presently messing around with the football that James had bought with you.

“I know,” you giggled, fighting against James as he moved to tickle you.

“No, I mean it,” he sighed deeply, leaning on his side so he was slightly hovering over you. “I love you, and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life without you.”

The seriousness in his voice was what worried you in that moment, you can’t remember a time when James had ever been so serious as he was now. Even when arguing, there had always been a teasing lilt.

“Will you marry me?”

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh-huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this Uh-huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want

You now stood, donned in white, in front of all your friends and family. James in front of you, glasses pushed up on his nose as he stared at you in adornment.

You had laughed at the red blush that spread across his cheeks when Sirius had mumbled to close his mouth.

When you got to exchanging your vows, you found yourself struggling to withhold the tears from falling as you gazed at your fiance. You both had chosen to write your own, and as his words gracefully fell from his smiling lips, you prayed that you didn't blunder when it got to you.

“I like shiny things, but I would marry you with paper rings …”

#harry potter x reader #james potter x reader #harry potter imagine #b1t5andpi3c3s

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beautifulblooms · 2 years

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Masterlist

Marvel

The Bond of Three-Makkari x Druig x Male! Reader

Loki General Headcanons

Convincing-Tony Stark x Male! Reader

Lord Of The Rings

Legolas Greenleaf General Headcanons--Part 1, Part 2

The Arcana

Muriel General Headcanons

Cuddling with Julian, Lucio, and Muriel as a poly Quadrouple

Cooking With Julian, Lucio, and Muriel poly headcanons

Legend of Zelda (Breath of the Wild)

Prince Sidon General Headcanons

Link General Headcanons (Hylian Reader)

Prince Sidon With a Narcoleptic Boyfriend Headcanons

Lazy Mornings with Prince Sidon Headcanons

Sidon Prompt Drabble, 1A+3A, Male Reader

Sidon Proposing to a Hylian Gone Wrong Headcanons

Prince Sidon With a Clingy!Male!Reader Headcanons

Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuji Itadori x Male! Reader Headcanons

My Hero Academia

Shouta Aizawa General Headcanons

A Long Night Paid Off-Shouta Aizawa x Male!Reader

Dating Young Shouta Aizawa Headcanons

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Tengen Uzui General Headcanons

Stranger Things

Reunited-Eddie Munson x Male! Reader

Eddie Munson General Headcanons

Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington (Separate) with a Plushy Obsessed Partner Headcanons/Drabble

Eddie Munson x Shy!Alt!Bf Headcanons

Let Me Spoil You Darlin’ - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

I Was Never the Same After I Saw You - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Eddie Munson x Male!Reader drabble, we're blaming @eddieverse

What a Surprise That Was - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Would You Still Love Me if I was a Worm - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

You're Still My Eddie - Kas the Bloodyfist!Eddie x Male!Reader

Hawkins' Pretty Boy - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Oh...oh - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

You're My Everything - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

I Fucked Your Mom Jason - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Take Him Back, Please - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

How Could You Do This to Me? - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

I Bite My Tongue, It’s a Bad Habit - Steddie + Male!Reader angst

I Bite My Tongue, It's a Bad Habit (sad ending/part 2) - Steddie + Male!Reader

The Bane of My Existence, and the Object of All My Desires - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader (Happy ending to I Bite My Tongue It's a Bad Habit)

Waterpark Days with Steve and Eddie Headcanons, FTM Reader

You’re Not Alone Here Babe - Steve Harrington x Male!Byers!Reader

Fuck the Mirror - Eddie Munson x FTM!Reader

What the Fuck - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Angst Tidbit - Steddie + Male!Reader

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU RUNNING - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Can Ya Hear Me? - Eddie Munson x HardOfHearing!Male!Reader

Because Spoiling You is My Favorite Hobby - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Together Forever, Right? - 001/Henry Creel x Male!Reader

Handsome Boyfriend - Eddie Munson x FTM!Reader

Oh Eddie Baby Won't You Come to My Arms Tonight? - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

I Never Die Bitch - Implied Eddie Munson x Male!Reader + Steve simping like a true bisexual

We're Bloopin'! - Kas!Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Aye Aye Captain! - Steve Harrington x Male!Reader

Don't Touch That! - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Do Me Too! - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

You Two are so Different - Eddie Munson x HargroveTwin!Male!Reader

Genshin Impact

Kaeya Alberich General Headcanons

Venti and Diluc General Headcanons

Cooking with Thoma Headcanons

Xiao General Headcanons

Avatar (James Cameron)

Neteyam x Male reader headcanons

Jake Sully x Male Reader Headcanons

One of the People - Avatar! Jake Sully x Avatar! Male! Reader

Dual Love - Neteyam x Ao’nung x Male! Metkayina! Reader

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Newt Scamander headcanons, meeting him as a masc Hogwarts student

Resident Evil

Leon S. Kennedy Headcanons+Drabble

CoD: MW2

141 drabbles with Male! Sergeant reader

Ghost and Konig music Headcanons

If I was a worm... - Konig and Ghost x male! reader headcanons

Nom nom - Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" Mactavish x Male! Sergeant! Reader headcanons + Drabble

Never Gave Me Time of Day, My Dear - Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish (implied) + Male! Segreant! Reader

Konig x Male! Reader headcanons

Cause I'm Mister Brightside - König x Horangi + male! Reader (unrequited love)

What do you want from McDonalds? - Father figure! Price + Gn! Reader

Throwing cheese at Konig like he's a cat, sheer crack

I shine only with the light you gave me - Denied! Father figure! Price + Male! Sergeant! reader

A Love Gone in the Wind - Ghost x Rejected! GN reader

Spider-Man: Into/Across the Spiderverse

Happy Father's Day - Miguel + kind of adopted male reader

Hey~ - Miguel O'Hara x secret boyfriend! Male! reader

Hey Mamas - Miguel x male! Reader headcanons + drabble

Callate... - Miguel O'Hara x GN! Reader headcanons +drabble

My Nuisance - Miguel O'Hara x Male! Reader headcanons + drabble

Too Late to be a Hero - Hobie Brown x Male! Reader

Baldurs Gate 3

#marvel #the witcher #supernatural #lord of the rings #the arcana #arcane #loz botw #jujutsu Kaisen #my hero academia #demon slayer #stranger things #james cameron avatar #cod mw2

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mycupofrum · 9 months

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Jilypad Week 2023

Day 6

Questions for this Ship? (Link to Questions for Ship I found, but if anyone wants to contribute other questions - feel free to do so before the week starts!)

Who sleeps in the middle? Sirius, definitely. He gets all the love from James and Lily.

Who is the best cuddler? James, by far. He loves hugging.

Who gets hurt the most? Sirius, ahh. It hurts me too, but he is made to hurt and he does it beautifully. He's got angst in his veins, he takes things personally easily though he might not show it right away, and it takes time for him to deal with the whole running away from home and being kicked out of the family thing.

Who acts like the baby? Spoiled boy James. 💕 He has always gotten everything he wanted and if it looks like something doesn’t go his way, he will throw a tantrum until Sirius tells him to cut it out. Lily will then punish James in the bedroom.

Who teases the others the most? Lily definitely. She will whisper dirty jokes in public and Sirius enjoys it immensely while James thinks it funny but can’t help blushing every single time.

Who proposes? James. I just can’t see it any other way. He’s the romantic.

Who is the most protective? James. He is protective of everyone. Sirius is protective of James. Lily is pretty chill for the most part.

Who is the closest to the child? (Whether it be a fur baby, scale baby, or human child.) Sirius. He adores baby Harry so much, and Harry loves his Uncle Padfoot.

Who gives the best advice? Lily on anything to do with the muggle world or potions and charms. Sometimes she also has to explain things from a woman's perspective to them. Sirius on politics and anything magical, he knows so much about everything. (Yet he doesn’t always follow his own advice.) James on magical things and how to be courageous and have infinite self-confidence. He's also an expert on anything to do with a pissed off Sirius. He's the Sirius whisperer. Likewise Sirius knows how to calm James down with shower sex.

Who is like a therapist? Lily, I don’t know why, maybe she just has a different perspective on things than James and Sirius who can egg each other on too much and need someone to keep it real.

Who sings B and C to sleep? Sirius. He’s good at everything, why not singing as well? Also I just like the idea.

Is the relationship healthy? Yes. A bit chaotic at times but healthy, because they love each other and communicate with each other. This is thanks to Lily because James and Sirius are not the best communicators on romantic feelings on their own (they will be when they mature some more).

Do A and B have a stronger bond with each other? Or do C and B or C and A have a stronger bond? Or are A, B, and C close together [equally]? I think James and Sirius have a closer bond together, but they both love Lily. She loves them too, James more romantically than Sirius. She loves being friends with Sirius and is very attracted to him in a sexual way, and Sirius feels the same for her, but James is Sirius’s romantic love, sexual interest, soulmate and everything. James feels the same romantically and sexually for Lily and Sirius, but Sirius is still more of his soulmate on a spiritual level.

Who can be trusted to be left home alone? I don’t know, Lily? I feel like James or Sirius would get bored on their own very quickly and start doing experimental magic which might go wrong and cause some destruction.

Who cries the most? James, probably. He cries tears of frustration (Quidditch game gone wrong, not being able to catch a DE in a fight), tears of happiness (when they all get married and when Harry is born) and tears of sadness and grief (when he loses his parents 💔). All those Aries feelings run high and he feels everything 110%.

Who is the softest? Lily or James.

Who is the shortest? Lily.

Who is the tallest? Sirius. He’s at least 185cm or more.

Who likes cuddles the most? Sirius, but he doesn’t want to admit it. He simply turns into Padfoot whenever he needs attention because it’s easier to receive hugs as a dog. But James and Lily will wait until he turns back to human again and will then sandwich him in the middle.

Last of all, who sings terribly in the shower? James. He might not be an amazing singer but he sure is enthusiastic about it. 😀 (Just imagine him doing karaoke lol.)

#jilypadweek2023 #jilypad

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gaysindistress · 1 year

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Sad Girl - six

summary: James has an interesting new business’ proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, guns, violence (it is a mob au after all), Bucky’s smartass, John Walker being a dick, arguing

word count: 1.4K

part 5 | series masterlist

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Two weeks and not a single word from James about what had happened that night at the fundraiser and the suspense is starting to get to her. Did he regret it? Did he not mean the things he had said? Was it all just a show of power?

The anguish of not knowing what it all meant and being too willful to bring it up is giving her a raging headache as she rubs her temples sitting in her office at Stark Tower. The edge of her tapered square nails digs a little too much into her soft skin, leaving red marks and causing her to rub at them even more. She’d gone back to work a week after moving into the Barnes’ house and having to drag around his security detail along with her fathers at work proved to be more work than she wanted.

Her father, ever the gentleman, wouldn’t let her ditch Scott or the new young recruit Peter until she was officially married to James and he wouldn’t let her go anywhere without Natasha or Steve close by. Having armed guards as well as carrying herself didn’t exactly sit well with her clientele but then again they were going to her because of the Stark name and all that it offers.

“Well, I can’t lie to your probation officer if they ask about this. I can claim client provider privilege however until you can get everything sorted out,” she explains to the large man awkwardly sitting on her couch.

“I can’t go back to prison, ma’am. It was a mistake,” he pleads with her.

“A mistake means you didn’t intend to do it. Punching a buddy at the bar after he’s been pissing you off all day is not a mistake but again I will keep it under wraps,” she says, closing her notebook and smiling at him.

“Thank you, Miss. Stark. Really I appreciate it,” the last name that slips past his lips freezes her.

“Please keep your hands to yourself from now on Frank. I’ll see you in two weeks,” she forces a fake smile and turns her attention to her phone which hasn’t stopped buzzing for nearly the whole hour.

Frank leaves her office while she’s completely engrossed in the hundreds of messages that had flooded her phone. Apparently, John Walker didn’t appreciate how James treated him at the fundraiser and decided that she needed to hear all of it. Not even bothering to read all of them, she blocks his number again and tosses her phone away from her. It’s amazing how much of a weasel he can be when he feels he has been wronged.

The phone rings again, this time a call.

“Hello?” She answers, already knowing who it is.

“Hello, sweetheart.”

“Jesus Christ walker. We went on three dates, what the hell do you want?”

A dark chuckle comes through the other end, “You.”

“Well that’s not going to happen so kindly delete my number and leave me alone.”

“Does this have anything to do a certain mercenary?”

“Goodbye,” she hangs up as fast as she can before Walker can drag her further into whatever bullshit her father got involved in.

She sends her father a quick text, “JW’s up my ass again. Call your dog off.”

Her next appointment walks in before she gets the chance to read her father’s reply.

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“Sissy!” Morgan Stark screams as she runs down the steps of the Stark Estate.

“Mo Mo!” Doll shares her younger sister’s sentiment as she throws her arms around her and spins her in a circle.

At the top of the steps, Pepper stands with her arms across her chest, staring down at the older Stark daughter. Morgan giggles when she’s sat back on the ground and takes her sister’s hand, leading her up the staircase.

“Good morning,” Doll nods to Pepper who reaches out a hand to stop her from going anything further.

“Morgan honey why don’t do you go inside? I have some things to talk about with your sister,” she says to the young girl before turning her gaze back to Doll.

“Anthony was quite upset with you for leaving the fundraiser earlier without a goodbye. You know he wouldn’t say anything to you because of how much he seems to adore you but it hurt him quite a lot. He really wanted you and John to work out but with the whole Talokan and Wakandan deal going wrong, it just made things worse, didn’t it?”

“Excuse me? What are you talking about?” she demands of Pepper who is slyly smiling at her ‘slip-up’.

“Oh, James didn’t tell you? Stark Industries was using Wakanda as their vibranium supplier but Talokan offered it for cheaper so Anthony went with them. John, being ever the gentleman, was helping us with the transfer when something went wrong and we had to go to James and Steve for help. We’re still not sure what exactly happened but John is again helping us figure it all out.”

Doll scoffs at Pepper’s explanation, spotting holes all over it.

“When exactly did John offer to help? Was it before or after he tried to blackmail me for breaking up with him?”

“That’s not important. He has apologized profusely for that whole situation,” she says, waving a hand around as if to clear the air for John.

She goes to push past her stepmother but her hand grabs Doll’s bicep, stopping her, “You need to apologize to your father for the fundraiser and play nice with John until the whole thing blows over. He’s already spent your life cleaning up after you so make things a little easier on him for once.”

She rips her arm from her stepmother’s grip, “John can go fuck himself for all I care.”

Leveling her eyes with the blonde before her, “You were the one who suggested I get married off, aren’t you? I bet you saw the chance to marry me off and get rid of me for good and you took it. Doesn’t matter if it’s actually beneficial or not, as long as you get your fucking way, Pepper Potts.”

Pepper sighs, annoyed at her stepdaughter, “Apologize to your father and play nice. Now say goodbye to Morgan and leave.”

“Wow, you really are the evil stepmother from every goddamn story. Morgan!” shouted, her eyes never leaving Peppers.

The impossibly happy four year comes bounding down the hallway, swinging her arms as she jumps in front of Pepper and Doll. She wraps her arms around her older sister, bouncing up and down in excitement.

Doll bends down to her eye level, “I’m sorry I can’t stay longer, Mo Mo. I promise I’ll come back and visit soon. Kisses and be good.”

“Awe but sissy!”

“I promise okay? And you know I don’t break my promises,” she places one last kiss in Morgan’s hairline before standing back and flashing Pepper a death glare.

The two disappear back into the Stark Estate she was no longer welcome in. It’s her turn to storm into her own SUV, Steve sitting in the driver’s seat. She slams the passenger door shut, buckling hastily before setting her eyes on the dashboard. Her phone starts to buzz in her pocket but she ignores it knowing exactly who it is and not wanting to deal with his bullshit at the moment.

“You going to answer that?” Steve peeks over at her as he pulls out of the driveway.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

Sticking his hand out, “Give it to me.”

“What? No.”

“Hand it over.”

She just pulls her coat tighter over her body, “I’m not a child and you’re not my dad so no.”

“If you’re not going to answer it, I might as well,” he drops his hand to dig into her coat pocket, fishing out the still-buzzing phone. He quickly flashes it up to her face to open it and begins scrolling through the unread messages from John.

“Buck know about this?” He asks, gesturing with the phone.

“No, and he’s not going to.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not important.”

The SUV rolls to a stop at the end of the too-long driveway, “There are well over a hundred messages here. I think he should know about this.”

She yanks the phone back from him, “No he doesn’t. We are not in a real relationship so he doesn’t need to know when someone is bothering me. If he threatens me, then I’ll say something but for me, this stays between us.”

“Can’t make any promises, Doll.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #mob au #mob!bucky #mob!bucky barnes and reader #mob!bucky barnes imagine #mob!bucky barnes x reader #sad girl - bucky barnes

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its-surprising · 10 months

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so recently i finished reading the terror (which was… something), and as i went to sleep that same day a fragment from one of the early chapters of the book came back to me (not in a dream fortunately, though that shit do be haunting me). as i was reading the book, i didn’t focus on small bits that i would usually stop on and research, as i really just wanted to reach the ending of this brick of a book, but something that caught my eye was a chapter of franklin’s talking about the search parties sent out to look for leads. i remember vividly that i read a fragment clearly stating that lt edward little before joining the franklin expedition actually sailed with crozier before (and james clark ross), and i remember that so vividly because i went and screamed about it to my friend, because…. THATS INSANE??? and for some reason i just left it at that and read the rest of the book, mostly thinking that i hallucinated that fragment entirely, or remembered it wrong actually. well i have came back now to the early chapters and found said fragment, and no. i was not wrong. the fragment (in chapter 9 franklin, page 139, of the 2018 edition of the book by transworld publishers) clearly reads “little, an old arctic hand, sir john understood, a man who had gone south with crozier and james ross eight years earlier“. since i am not a native english speaker i looked up a polish translation of the book, thinking that maybe my brain wasn’t braining properly, but turns out no, i'm not that dumb. but i digrees. i think if you type that fragment into google, word for word, in quotes there should pop up a version of probably illegal pdf version of the book. and i think i went a little insane with this, because a) my read of edward in both the book and the show was of a man who clearly never before was put in those kind of conditions, possibly tried his best, though failed miserably (there is a scene in the book also, where at the “go for broke” meeting he proposes going out into land and getting wood. as to be expected, the men in the room literally laugh at him. so he doesn’t seem to be experienced with the polar climates at all, as seem to be most of officers on the ships), b) i have done little research (pun intended) and checked up two things. first, the 1839 ross expedition’s list of officers that i managed to find. there is no little, and the only edward (also a lt) there is one with surname bird.

we know from ed’s little biographical dictionary that he became lieutenant in 1837, and unless he didn’t serve as an officer on the ross expedition, there is no mention of him anywhere that i could find.

from this tiny biography of edward’s voyages we also know that little’s closest ever ship to either arctic or antarctic was in 1842 to south america. which is not very close. attentive readers may have also noticed that when the ross expedition set out in 1839, edward little was busy on the board of britannia.

(also while doing this cool little research i have found out that edward possibly met franklin before joining the expedition, and according to lady franklin letters, her husband held little in high regards, which i found interesting)

so now i just really want to know, did dan simmons just straight up decided to make stuff up for fun or…... cuz if so, then he really do be writing fanfictions out there (or maybe someone is more informed then me, just a random person on the internet, in that case PLEASE HELP ME)

but i guess now in the terror universe edward little has served under crozier before (also with thomas jopson, who historically served under crozier), which is something for me to think about when i want to make myself really sad in the middle of the night. or maybe it’s just supposed to show how franklin has no idea who these people who serve under him are, that man is wasaay to old to be out there in the cold you know what im saying

#the terror #the terror amc #the terror dan simmons #edward little

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ao3feed-sambucky · 1 year

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The Love You Save (May Be Your Own)

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44808064

by jemgirl

Did he read this wrong? They’d been dating for three years, saying “I love you” for two, and living together for one. Sure, they’d never gone into specifics or discussed an engagement, but they’d talked about the future, and they’d both agreed that they could see their relationship going the distance. So, this — a ring, a wedding — it was the natural next step, wasn’t it? It was what Sam wanted, right?

Christ. Bucky hoped so, because it was definitely what he wanted.

Or: Bucky is proposing. Sam is going through it.

This is basically finished, the final chapter will be up within a week.

Words: 2416, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sarah Wilson (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal, Angst with a Happy Ending

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44808064

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

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sentinelpri · 2 years

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What Could’ve Been

It’s been a week or so since House found out that Wilson is dating Amber and he still feels like he’s drowning in jealousy.

Apparently, it’s been going on behind his back for months now, which makes it hurt even more- not that he had the right to know, anyway.

They’re sitting on House’s couch, a few minutes into some lesbian period drama that Wilson wanted to watch. House likes it, but he won’t say that out loud. Instead, he sits silently with a neutral expression on his face, munching at the bowl of popcorn in his lap. Wilson sips at his hot chocolate.

Meanwhile, House is thinking of the many years that he strung Wilson along throughout their friendship. No, he’s not just thinking of them; he’s regretting them terribly.

James Wilson is a ray of sunshine in the early winter that makes the apartment bitter cold. He seems happy for once- genuinely happy- big brown eyes sparkling with a youthful sense of hope that House hasn’t seen in years, pretty pink lips pulled into a gorgeous smile. It seems that Wilson has started taking care of himself again. His lips aren’t chapped, his eyes aren’t riddled with wine-hued bags, his hair is combed, and his breath reeks of mint and cherries.

House can’t stop thinking about how happy Wilson seems.

But House is selfish. He doesn’t want Wilson to be happy if it’s not with him and the fact that Wilson is happy because of Amber is killing him, eating him apart from the inside out. The jealousy is pooling in his stomach like heavy black tar to the point where he feels like he’s going to puke.

He clutches the popcorn bowl in his hand, ready to vomit into it if he has to. Wilson tosses an arm around his shoulder, and it feels like he’s being burned by the warm forearm pressed against the back of his neck and the calloused fingers dangling above his collarbone. It’s not the same as it was. Just a year or two back, Wilson would’ve been blushing and falling apart at the seams doing something so bold, and now, he doesn’t seem to think anything of it- not because he doesn’t care, but because he just doesn’t feel that way anymore. His eyes meet House’s, content and reminiscent of hot chocolate. It’s clear that whatever romantic love he might’ve had for House is gone. For some reason, that thought is what makes a sudden realization wash over the diagnostician.

The worst part isn’t that Wilson is happy- no, the worst part is that, after all these years, Wilson has finally moved on from him.

Wilson is no longer exhausted, no longer tired, no longer following House around like a puppy and enabling each and every one of his toxic antics. No, Wilson is happy with his job and happy in another relationship that’s distracted him from House entirely.

“House, what’s wrong?” Wilson asks, breaking House from his thoughts. The older man looks away and dismissively shakes his head, but Wilson doesn’t buy it. “C’mon, don’t give me that. I can tell something’s on your mind.”

And it’s true, something is on his mind. Lots of things are on his mind, actually- he just doesn’t care to voice any of them out loud, afraid to find out which thought will be the one to drive Wilson away entirely.

Mostly, he’s thinking about the fact that Wilson is done chasing after him.

In the background, he’s thinking about everything that could’ve been; what their shared home might’ve looked like, how Wilson would propose, if they would’ve had dogs or cats or even kids, how happy they could’ve been together if Amber hadn’t come into the picture- no, if House had been better sooner. He wants to blame it on Amber, and he probably will if it ever comes up in conversation, but within the walls of his own mind, even he can admit that none of this is Amber’s fault. It’s his own.

He was the one who let Wilson down so many times. All Amber has ever done is build Wilson up, as much of a cutthroat bitch as she may be.

“You’re not wrong,” House starts and awkwardly pushes Wilson’s arm off of his shoulder to scoot away to the other end of the couch, but then, he decides he can’t do it in good conscience. He can’t tell Wilson the truth and have him feeling guilty for something that isn’t his fault. So, he decides to lie, making it as convincing as possible. “You remember that patient from earlier?”

“The one that you think has the thyroid problem?” Wilson tilts his head in that cute way he always does when he’s curious about something. A tuft of chestnut-hued hair falls in front of his eyes, so he does that precious thing where he tries to look up at it and blow it away with a bit of a pout. House can’t help but smile, completely and utterly smitten. “It’s unlike you to think about a patient on the weekend. I mean, seriously, House, you’re not clocked in! Take a break. I swear you’ve been working too hard lately… No wonder you’ve been acting so weird. And you really had me thinking there was something wrong with you. Just chill out and watch the show with me, will you? I only have a couple hours until I get to meet Amber, and I’d rather not have you miserable and thinking about work during them.”

Wilson grins and turns the volume up, seemingly satisfied.

House smiles something bittersweet and shakes his head before leaning back into the couch.

He ponders on what tonight could’ve been like if Wilson didn’t have a dinner date with Amber in a few hours, if things were the way he wanted them to be. Maybe they’d share a bottle of wine and cuddle up on the couch, get distracted in the middle of the movie and kiss until they tumbled into bed together. They’d make love, whisper sweet nothings into each other’s ears, and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

What could’ve been, what could’ve been, what could’ve been-

What could’ve been between them had House not fucked it all up?

#hilson #house #house md #house md fanfiction #hilson fanfiction #House M.D.#House M.D #gregory house #Greg House #Gregory House x James Wilson #james wilson x gregory house #greg house x james wilson #james wilson

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