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alwayschoosechocolate · 5 years

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One-night stands and one-shot chances (part ix)

University AU

Pairing: Jin x reader

Who says sex has to mean anything? Who says you can’t just screw around without all the heartache? Who says only guys get this privilege? What happens when the biggest playboy on campus suddenly meets his match and gets a taste of his own medicine?

Genre: casual sex, mentions of sex, bestfriend!Hoseok, onenightstand!Jin

Word count: 3300

Taglist: @esplosionedicoloriintesta @jeonjunggoodgod @rjsmochii @spookidema @pariz-lover @mymochimchimmy @seokjinnieismine @cloudyelizabeth @livesmileandstaystrong @thisistoooooomuch @okaysoplshelpme @secondstanza @eanielsen07 @lidda

Masterpost with the other parts of the story can be found here and my masterlist is here

A/N: Hi everyone! I hope you’re all doing well? I am sorry for the long wait, but life has been an absolute mess, and my love for writing kinda wilted for a while. I’m slowly finding it again, but regular updates won’t be something I can promise in the near future. Sorry! But thank you for waiting patiently for me and I hope you enjoy this update!

“Just… We can stay here, both of us. If you feel more comfortable with it, we can just act like we don’t know each other. Like we just share a kitchen. Or I can make sure to not get in your way and stay quiet. Or I can cook for you and we can eat together? Only if you want of course. Just. Whatever you feel most comfortable with. Just please don’t tell the others I’m here as well.”

His words were pleading, and his eyes widened in fright. Not of you. You were quite sure about that. But he was definitely afraid of something. He should be the one in control here. The one with the power to throw you out on your ass. And yet he was asking you for a favor.

“Okay. I won’t tell them. But I have a condition as well?”, you half stated, half asked, looking at him hesitantly, only to get an eager nod back. “No sexist comments. No flirting. No cheesy lines. No commenting on my body. This house will be a genderless, sexless, non-flirty safe-zone for the first time in it’s life,” you stated in a declarative tone, earning a snort of laughter from Jin.

“Whatever you say,” he laughed at you, and you found yourself grinning back at him.

Oh, this could be interesting.

“Great! Then I’m gonna go shower,” you beamed, waltzing past him and into the bathroom. “If you want, we can have breakfast together afterwards?”, you inquired from your brief stop in the doorway.

Jins face lit up in a relieved soft smile, as he nodded eagerly.

“Sure, I can cook us something?”

“Sounds heavenly,” you hummed before closing the door behind you, leaving Jin in the hallway.

Okay, Jin. You got this, he thought to himself as he made his way to the kitchen. All you gotta do is be nice to her. No flirting. You can do it!

As he continued his inner pep-talk, he rummaged through the fridge, pulling out the ingredients he needed. Luckily, he had been grocery shopping yesterday, so he actually had everything he needed to make you a nice breakfast. Humming lightly as he cracked the eggs over the bowl, his mind started to wander. How come you hadn’t gone home with Hoseok? He had been so certain, that you would change your mind and go with him, but it seemed Hoseok had failed to convince you. What could be important enough for you to stay here? Probably work, but still. You had never turned down time with Hoseok and his family before.

Starting the rice-cooker, he couldn’t help but snort out a laugh. Who was he to judge? He was hiding in his own house from his own housemates, because his parents didn’t want anything to do with him. He was in no position to pass judgement on anyone at the moment. Briefly wondering what he would do if you asked, he shrugged of the thought as he chopped some vegetables for the pan. Why would you ask? Odds were, that you would eat when he cooked for you, briefly say hi in the hallway if you bumped into each other but stay on your own the rest of the time. You had shown no interest in him before. This set-up wouldn’t change that.

“Oh, you already cooked,” you hummed in appreciation as you walked into the kitchen, making Jin freeze on the spot. He felt caught in the act, even though he hadn’t voiced any of his thoughts out loud, and it took him a millisecond to snap out of it.

“Yes, I did,” he stated, still staring at you as you moved further into the kitchen to see what was in the pans. Say something else, you idiot. “It will taste egg-celent.” Anything but that.

Widening his eyes at his own failure of a joke, he took in your equally puzzled look, before your eyes lit up and your face split in a huge grin, as you laughed at his joke.

“Omg, Jin. That was awful,” you laughed with your head thrown back as you repeated the joke to yourself, making him smile sheepishly as well. As you smiled at him with your twinkling eyes, he felt his stomach somersault and his cheeks flushing.

“It does smell egg-celent though,” you joked, throwing him a wink as you helped yourself to some eggs, fried vegetables and the crispy bacon. Pouring yourself a glass of juice, you hoisted yourself up on the counter to eat, since the frat house of course didn’t have a dining room table. “So, what are you doing today?”, you asked just as Jin had stuffed his face full of rice, making you giggle as he sent you an exasperated look.

Uncomfortably aware of his still flushed cheeks, he hurriedly chewed through his food, almost choking on it as he swallowed.

“I actually don’t have anything planned. Might just lounge around and watch a movie or something,” he finally answered, making you look up from your plate with a soft look. The sun was shining in through the window behind you, making the air around you glow.

“Mind if I join?”, you asked, cocking your head in a manner scarily resembling Hoseok, making Jins lips turn up in a half smile, as he nodded to your question.

It was kinda endearing how close the two of you were, and how you had picked up on each other’s mannerisms. Like the head tilt or how Hoseok always cuddled the person closest to him. Although that might have been something you picked up as well, Jin mussed. Honestly, you were so close that it was hard to distinguish who used to do what. It was just really cute. Cute in the same way as how half of Hoseoks storage space in the kitchen was used for your snacks, and how he kept old sweatshirts around because he knew you liked to sleep in them.

As you rambled on about which movie to watch, Jin thought once again if there really wasn’t anything going on between you and Hoseok. You had slept in his room more times than he could count, you were always wearing his clothes and Hoseok never failed to take care of you, even camping out at your apartment for a week that one time you had gotten a really bad case of the flu. He was constantly attuned to your mood and needs, moving around thousands of other plans so he had time when you did. Even though he would never admit it, Jin knew that Hoseok had arranged all his lectures around your schedule last semester so he could walk you to class on Mondays and have lunch with you on Tuesdays and Fridays. The other boys had teased him about it countless time, but he always just shrugged it off without a comment.

“Jin?”, you asked with a giggle, literally snapping him out of his thoughts, when you snapped your fingers right in front of his face. “You there?”

“Yes, sorry! Just zoned out for a second,” Jin chuckled, shaking his head a bit. “Whatever movie you wanna watch, is fine with me.”

“Great! ‘27 dresses’ it is!”, you beamed at him with a mischievous giggle, making Jin smile softly.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

Whatever keeps you smiling and laughing like that.

As Jin cleaned the kitchen – your idea – you went to get your computer from Hoseoks room. Grabbing it off the bed, you saw your phone blinking with an unseen notification. Before you even had time to check it, it lit up again, flashing Hoseoks picture across the screen as he tried to reach you.

“Hobi!”, you squealed in excitement, as you secured your phone between your shoulder and chin, grabbing the glass of the table with your now free hand. “How are you? How was the feast yesterday?”

“Hi Y/n. You’re on speaker with the rest of the family, so don’t say anything stupid,” he warned you and you could hear both the laugh in his voice and the smack someone gave him on the back of his head.

“Can’t top anything you’ve said anyway, Seokie,” you laughed, as you walked back to the kitchen to deposit your glass. Jin was standing by the sink, drying the last plate, and he turned towards you with a panicky expression when he heard you mention Hoseoks name, to which you simply rolled your eyes and held your finger to your lips, so he would stay quiet.

“Y/n, honey. We miss you here. I really wish you would come by at least for a few days,” Hoseoks mom spoke up. You smiled softly at her words and was about to answer her, when you heard the tone indicating, that they were trying to video chat you. “Let me at least see you, so I know you’re doing well.”

“Ehm, now is not really a good time,” you stuttered, almost dropping your phone in an attempt to decline the request only to accidentally accept it and make Hoseoks entire family show up on your screen. Letting out a little squeal you quickly whipped around so the camera wouldn’t show Jin in the background.

“What are you screaming for? It’s just us,” Hoseok laughed, taking in your rather flustered and panicky state, as you threw a look over the phone only to find the kitchen empty.

“Ehm. Sorry, I just tripped walking into the kitchen,” you quickly lied, as your eyes darted around the room trying to locate Jin. “How are you guys?”

“Hun, you don’t look so good,” Hoseoks sister cooed, moving her head closer to the screen to get a better look. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Oh yes, I’m peachy. Just a bit tired, I guess.” Sending her a quick smile, you slowly made your way around the kitchen island.

“Peachy, huh?” Hoseok repeated, and you could easily hear the smirk in his voice. He knew something was up. Dammit. Taking the last step around the corner you found the kitchen completely empty, making you whip around in confusion.

“Yes, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” you smiled sweetly, as you tried to figure out if Jin was really gone. Goddammit.

“Uh-huh,” Hoseok laughed, walking away from his family. “Y/n, just remember to change the sheets, yeah?”, he laughed wickedly into the phone, as he switched the video off.

“Huh? What are you talking about, Hobi?”

“I saw the dude in the background,” he snickered, making you gasp loudly. “Y/n, I don’t mind. Really. Just please wash the sheets before I get back, alright. I won’t bug you anymore. Have fun, alright? Bye babe!”

Removing the phone from your ear, all you could do was stare at it dumbfoundedly, before you groaned in frustrating. Great. Now you would need to figure out a cover story for who you were with.

“Jin!”, you roared. “Where the hell are you?

As he sheepishly stepped out from his hiding place the behind the door frame, you sent him a stern look.

“What on earth were you doing? You told me not to tell the others! You need to help me keep that promise!”

“Hey, I wasn’t the one who chose to video chat all of the sudden! And I literally dropped to the floor, when you answered, alright!”, he yelled back, adrenaline still pumping from crawling around on the floor to stay out of sight. “You see this?”, he asked, lifting his shorts so you could see the bruises already forming on his knees. “I was a freaking ninja, thank you very much.”

For a second complete silence hung over the kitchen, until you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Jins wronged look as he was still pointing to his knees. Jin was completely taken aback by your sudden laugh and simply blinked at you as you doubled over in laughter.

“Omg, did you really just call yourself a ninja?”, you asked between laughs, making Jins face split in a grin as well.

“Hell yeah, I did. You did not see what I did to stay out of sight,” he laughed with you, relishing in how easily the atmosphere went back to being relaxed and happy.

“Oh, please show me,” you pleaded with a twinkle in your eyes, and it took nothing more for Jin to throw his body on the ground again, causing you to actually crouch on the floor and clutch your stomach from laughter as the tears sprang from your eyes. Dragging his body over the floor in a mock-version of how he did it mere minutes before, had you howling with laughter as you rolled around on the floor. Hearing him grunt and huff as he dragged himself around the kitchen island and his face popping up as he made it back to your side made you absolutely loose it, as you grabbed onto his arm, throwing yourself across his chest as your laughs echoed through the kitchen. Simply happy to have you near him, he let his arm rest across your back, as you both laughed it out.

Drawing one last deep breath, you settled against his warm chest, feeling it rise with each breath he took. He was comfortable. At least now, you reminded yourself. Well, he was comfortable that night as well. He just hadn’t been comfortable since. Jin had a way of holding you so you felt safe and cared for – the same way that Hoseok made you feel safe.

Lifting your head, you rested your chin on your hand looking up at him.

“Can I ask you something?”, you spoke softly, afraid of breaking the bubble of trust and intimacy around you.

He placed an arm behind his head, and you felt his long fingers on the other hand ghost along your spine.

“Sure, what’s up?”, he hummed, making you shiver lightly at the sound of his deep voice.

Damn. No wonder, he was such a hit with the women on campus. He knew exactly how to reel them in.

“Why aren’t you home with your parents?”

You felt him tense up at your words, his fingers stopping in their path as he drew a sharp breath.

“I didn’t want to go home this year,” he spoke through tight lips. It wasn’t exactly true, but it wasn’t a lie either. “Why aren’t you with Hoseok? Or your own parents?”, he countered.

“I have work,” you spoke, lying back against his chest as you felt his fingers start their journey again. “And papers I have to turn in. God, I feel like college is just an endless line of papers, that you need to turn in.” Groaning at the thought you felt the chuckle rumble through Jins chest.

“Alright, so you’ll work, come home and I’ll have dinner on the table. I can be the perfect housewife to your working man,” he joked, making a smile tug at your lips.

“The idea of the wife staying home and the man working is so archaic though,” you huffed in slight annoyance. “But I appreciate the thought! Maybe I can be the working woman, and you can be the perfect spouse?”, you suggested with a snort.

“I don’t even get to be the husband or man?”, Jin whined in feigned outrage, making you laugh again.

“Nope,” you stated, popping the p. “Remember, this is a genderless zone.”

“Well, then you can’t be a working woman either,” he countered, making you giggled again and he relished in how you tightened your hold on him when you laughed. “You would be a working… specimen!”

“Why can’t I just be a human?”, you whined between laughs.

“No way. Human is too ordinary. You could also be a working flower?”, he suggested, making you look up at him with slightly squinted eyes.

“I thought, we agreed on no flirting?”, you teased with a wicked grin.

“Oh, I am not flirting,” Jin said in a very serious tone. “I am simply naming genderless nouns. There is also cat, dog, kitten, baby, house, tree, bench, doll, sofa, cupcake…”

“I’m pretty sure at least a few of those are used as pet names regularly, but alright,” you stated matter-of-factly, enjoying the banter.

“So you’re telling me that by calling you doll, I am actually allowing you to chose your own gender?”, Jin asked, a laugh lurking just below the words.

“In theory, yeah. But a doll is inanimate. It has no soul, choices or actions. It’s not even alive,” you argued, involuntarily scrunching your nose at the name.

Jin stayed quiet for a second, musing over your words.

“But that means, I can call you flower, right? It’s genderless but still alive, and I know for a fact, that most flowers move during the day to keep their petals towards the sun, so it’s not inanimate and it has actions,” he finished with a proud smile and glowing eyes, causing you to shake your head at him with a giggle.

“Fine, I’ll allow ‘flower’, but nothing else!”

“Oh, I will never need another name for you, my flower,” he teased, lightly tickling your sides to make you roll off him. “And now to the living room, my flower!”

Jumping to his feet, he held out a hand for you and pulled you off the floor, before actually skipping into the living room with you giggling on his heels.

“You know, you’re really nice to be around, Jin,” you laughed at him, as you let yourself fall back against the couch. “Like I knew you were fun, but I really enjoy being around you. When you’re not flirting that is,” you reminded him, making him widen his eyes at you.

“Moi? Flirting? Je ne ferais jamais,” he pouted at you with a wicked glint in his eye.

“You speak French?” Widening your eyes in surprise, you gave him a smack on the arm. “So when I was struggling with that intro course on French Philosophers, you could have helped me?”

“That was honestly the only course I ever aced,” he countered with a shit-eating grin, making you huff out in annoyance. “Oh, come on, flower. None of the other guys know about it either. There is no need to get your panties in a twist.”

Turning towards his computer to find the movie, he missed the slight blush sneaking up your cheeks by how casually he had slipped in his new nickname for you. Sneaking a glance at him, you admired his features as he clicked around on the computer. It was easy to dismiss his good looks when he was being an ass, but now when he was actually acting like a human being, it was impossible to overlook.

“Alright, ’27 dresses’, right?” Turning to you for confirmation, he found you already looking at him with inspecting eyes. “Ah, you checking me out, flower? I thought you said no flirting. Flowers really do turn towards the sun,” he teased you, making you roll your eyes and give him a light shove.

“The only sun in my life is Hobi, and we both know you could never compete with him for that title,” you countered, before settling back against his side, cuddling closer to him. “But flowers need water as well.”

“Are you calling me a sea?”, he scoffed in annoyance at the nickname, although it was hard to stay mad with you cuddling him.

“Flowers can’t grow in saltwater. They need clear water. Like from the rain.”

“So, I’m rain to you? Cold, wet and unpleasant?”, he frowned, making you giggled at his hurt tone.

“I happen to like the rain,” you hummed, as you pressed play on the computer. “It symbolizes growth and a new start. What’s not to like about that?”

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maid-of-mourne-shore · 5 years

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She Moved Through the Fair - Chapter 4 (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: Bucky is nearly taken by Hydra on a mission gone wrong, but wakes up to find that he has been saved by a strange woman, with magical powers.

A/N: This is not beta read. Check my masterlist for more!

Warnings: None for this chapter

“I’m sorry to leave her with you, I know that you’ve got enough going on right now, but as it stands, SHIELD doesn’t have the resources it once did,” Commander Hill looked a slight bit sheepish as she recalled the former glory of the now tarnished, but still standing organization.

“It’s alright, we’re happy to take on her protection, it’s the least we could do,” Steve affirmed, bashful himself at the shitstorm of events that the previous day had brought upon them.

“We’ll be in close contact. Getting to the bottom of HYDRA’s game plan is out top priority.”

“Absolutely,” He nodded, giving her a tight handshake. “You’ll be hearing from us.”

“So, that’s it?” Bucky questioned as he strolled into the conference room, his tone nonchalant, but his timing too impeccable.

“What’s it?” Steve tilted his head down, giving his best ‘Inquisitive Dad’ look.

“She’ll be staying here for the foreseeable future?”

“Yes, under our protection, incase HYDRA comes looking again.”

“Hmm.” His attention was now engrossed in some paperwork on the long, glass table stretching the length of the room, fingers drawn lazily over the pages, his brows coming together as if he was trying to comprehend a difficult passage.

“Buck.”

“Hmm?”

“She’s gonna be fine, this is the safest place for her right now,” Steve assured him.

“Yeah, ‘course.”

Steve pursed his lips at the man’s response, walking over to place a hand on his shoulder.

“This isn’t your fault.” His voice was low, clear blue eyes trained on him, waiting to register a reaction, but he was met with silence. Bucky’s jaw was tight, and his nostrils flared, fingers gripping the table now, giving Steve a wordless response.

“Buck-”

“HYDRA almost got her.” In a moment, he came alive, brimming with rage, and fear, eyes alight and staring right through Steve. “What if we hadn’t showed up in time? What if HYDRA got to her?”

“But we did get there in time, that didn’t happen.”

“And how many people have we let down, huh?” His voice was shaking now, emotions seeping through the cracks in his composure.

“She won’t become one of those numbers, we’ll make sure of that.”

Bucky pushed off the table, and marched out of the room, unable to process the conversation any longer. It wasn’t the weight of one single person, it was weight of all he had killed, the hundreds they had let down, and the thousands caught in the crossfire: The massive burden of justice. Sometimes it was a load he struggled to bare, at times, they all struggled to carry it.

***

(Y/N) had spent the better part of her first week on the Avengers base in Upstate New York, isolated in her room. Maybe it was self-sabotage, maybe it was that isolation had become comfortable, or perhaps she simply lacked the courage to re-enter society in her current state. A few members had come by to check on her, but she quickly declined any invitations to join them, eventually she refused to answer at all, laying silently on her bed until whoever it was went away. (Y/N) was here indefinitely, until whatever happened had been figured out and her name would be cleared with HYDRA, a prospect she dreaded.

(Y/N) had been able to bring the better part her current projects with her, but she hadn’t been able to concentrate whatsoever since she arrived. It was infuriating, having all the free time in the world, but no willpower. All she did was worry and fret, and then when she was done doing that, all her body wanted to do was sleep. It was foreign to be around so many people, hearing their voices set her off, every noise heightened as she was used to the silence, interpreting it all as danger.

So far, she only came out at night, peeking her head out of her bedroom door to look up and down the hallway, checking for signs of life. It was only in those few hours that she could find the confidence to step out of her room, step lightly down the hallway in sock feet to steal food from the kitchen, before she scurried back to her room, an intruding mouse with its crumb of cheese.

It was Friday, and most of (Y/N)’s ‘Housemates’ mad neglected their beds until far past midnight, her heart sinking every time she opened the door to hear their chatter from the living room, stomach twisting in hunger. A quick look at the wall revealed it was nearly three in the morning. A hefty sigh left her lips in defeat, as she wondered if she should just give up and go to bed hungry, a plan that was hastily abandoned as her stomach let out a terrible moan. Her eyes travelled down the length of the dreaded hallway once more as her mind began to devise a plan of action.

The living room was connected to the kitchen, a large, open concept design, but there was one saving grace: The large island in the middle that could shield her from their view. They would all be occupied anyways with whatever they had been doing for the past few hours, no one would have any interest in the kitchen, she could slip in and out, no one knowing the difference.

With a deep breath to build her confidence, she stepped out, walking a few hesitant feet towards her destination. So far, so good, their conversation was continuing as usual, the backs of a few head coming into view. As (Y/N) approached the kitchen, she crouched down on her hands and knees, keeping close to the cabinets lining the wall, all the while her eyes were trained on the rowdy people in the living room. Perhaps it was simply a byproduct of living alone for so long, but their voices were booming like thunder, she thought.

Now safely hidden behind the island, she brought her hands up, gazing at the stainless-steel fridge, looming like a skyscraper from her position. With a soft exhale, the door opened, swinging out slowly to reveal its delicious guts, her mouth beginning to water at the sight. God, she was starving, her self-control melting as her eyes roved over the feast: Cheese, cold cuts, fresh fruits, how could she choose?

“Steve, you want another? Sam?”

“No no, I shouldn’t,” The super soldier replied, earning a chuckle from his friend who had an arm slung around his shoulders.

“You’re kidding right? You can’t even get drunk! Hit me again, Buck,” Sam instructed.

“Yeah Steve, lighten up,” Bucky called as he strolled around the island, hand reaching for the fridge handle, but stopped short as his gaze fell to the woman crouched on the floor, who stared up at him with saucer-wide eyes, her hands stopped in mid-air, body frozen.

“What are you-,” his speech was cut short as she began to frantically wave her hands at him in a desperate attempt to say, ‘Shut up.’ Bucky decided to crouch down to her level, only then realizing in his confused state that the fridge had already been opened, and with one more desperate gurgle from her stomach, he quickly pieced the puzzle together.

“You’re hungry, huh?” He looked back over his shoulder, making sure his presence wasn’t missed. “Go back to your room, and I'll bring you something, okay?” She nodded her head vigorously, just wanting to get out of their as soon as possible.

“You know, you’re welcome to join us,” he offered, giving her a soft smile, to which she returned, though made no effort to act on his proposal.

“Right.” Bucky stood, opening a cupboard to begin creating her plate, (Y/N) retreating to her room.

It didn’t take him long to come knocking, (Y/N) nearly leapt at the sound, swinging the door open and yanking the plate from his outstretched hands. She scurried back to her bed, and before her bottom touched the mattress, she began to shovel the food into her mouth, barely tasting the offerings. Bucky chuckled at the sight, leaning on the doorframe, knowing all too well how she felt.

“Why don’t you join us when we eat,” he questioned after a moment.

(Y/N) barely acknowledged his question, still chowing down, but briefly recalled a notepad in the drawer of the bedside table, and scrawled an answer before returning to tend to her plate.

‘Too much noise.’

“Ha, I guess that’s fair,” Bucky thought of the heated conversations that sometimes took place, or the outbursts of laughter when recalling unflattering moments during previous missions, all over a shared dinner.

“We could try to tone it down, or we could leave you leftovers?” He suggested, moving closer to where she was seated, slowly approaching as if she was a rabid animal, her gaze inspecting the man with every step.

‘Alone is better.’

“Alright,” he gave a sheepish smile, taking that as a good indication to leave. “Let me know if you need anything else.

***

Eventually it got to her, midnight runs to the kitchen were no longer sufficient, and (Y/N) became desperate to get out of the building. She had been doing a good job at sneaking food when the other Avengers weren’t in the kitchen, aside from her recent escapade, but those were short trips, and she was becoming stir crazy.

(Y/N) finally took the leap, waking in the early hours of the morning to pull on her leather boots, thick, black cloak, and slip out of her room, silently walking down the stairs, instead of using the elevator, disliking how FRIDAY always ratted out her location. She emerged from the first-floor doors and was greeted with the most beautiful sight. Overnight a frost had settled, completely untouched, the sun just peaking over the horizon, everything the light touched shimmering like glitter. She smiled to herself, relishing the feeling of the sun on her skin once again.

“It’s quite nice here, when everything is so quiet like this.”

His voice startled her, jumping on the spot, head whipping around to look at him, but her eyes softened when she recognized him.

“Sorry,” Bucky raised his hands in defense. “Old habits die hard.” He gave her a lop-sided grin. (Y/N) just smiled, unable to say anything more.

“Here,” he outstretched his arm, holding a black clipboard with paper and a pen. “In case you wanted to talk.”

She took it from him, eyeing the man for a moment, the morning light highlighting just how blue his eyes were, illuminating his lightly tanned skin.

‘You following me?’

“Nah, I'm usually up at this time and I saw you from the kitchen window,” his thumb pointed over his shoulder, embarrassed by her accusation. Bucky neglected to tell her that he had asked FRIDAY to tell him when she came out of her room.

‘Am I allowed to look around?’

“Of course, whatever you want as long as you don’t leave the property,” he smiled, shoving a hand in his pocket at the last part. It still felt weird to have to restrict a grown woman like this, though he knew why they took the precaution.

‘Come with me?’

“Sure,” Bucky cracked a smile at her invitation, leading her away from main building, out onto the grass, towards a thick line of trees. “You’re a pretty good shot, we’ll have to get you talking with Clint.”

She gave him a look of confusion and Bucky made a gesture as if he held a bow and arrow, her lips parting to make an ‘o’.

‘I’m sorry for the trouble I've caused.’

“No, no don’t apologize for that,” Bucky turned to face her. “It’s us that should apologize,” he paused, looking away. “Me, that should apologize.” She shook her head ‘no’.

“Hey, I'm serious,” he implored. “And please, you made it easy for us. Sticking it out in the woods, hiding like a professional, nearly took my head off.”

(Y/N) simply nodded as she they continued walking. A thoughtful look came over her face as she scribbled onto the clipboard and handed it to Bucky.

‘Can I ask a question?’

“Anything.”

‘Your arm, what happened?’

His lips pulled into a thin line, looking down at the metal appendage, closing his fingers into a fist and releasing it.

“I lost it fighting the same organization that came for you.”

‘A long fight.’

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “You’re telling me.” Bucky looked back over at her, his eyes searching her throat.

“May I?” (Y/N) nodded. “What happened to your voice?”

It was her turn to get lost in thought, recalling events that would rather be kept hidden, but she eventually scrawled an answer and handed it over to him, leaning her back against the trunk of a tree.

‘My teacher did it to protect me a long time ago. Can’t get rid of it.’

“How does it protect you?” He pushed on after a moment.

‘Hard to explain.’

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have-,” he began, but she cut him off, placing a hand over his, a smile on her face.

Bucky’s phone suddenly began vibrating in his pocket, he retrieved it, looking at the screen and his brow furrowed, letting out a groan.

“Shit, I've gotta go. Training,” he shoved the phone back in his pocket. “Come find me again, okay?”

She nodded, though she wished she could’ve remarked that it was him who found her.

#Avengers #marvel #bucky #Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #Winter Soldier #reader insert

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dibs4ever · 6 years

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Date Night (Fanfic)

Summary: Dick and Barbara live together, but only as housemates. They arent dating. What happens when Dick is home taking care of their infant son wwhile Barbara goes out on a date.

“Please make sure he’s asleep by nine at the latest.” Barbara instructed

Dick rolled his eyes “I know, you do realize this is the first night in I don’t know how long that we are both off” he followed her through their shared house. He had his room, she had hers only reason they lived together was because of the person of topic right now.

Barbara rolled her eyes “Probably the same night that resulted in him” she nodded toward the tiny human in Dicks arms

He smiled at the 6-month-old baby giving him a light tickle on his chunky thigh so that he’d giggle.

“Awe and here we are spending it apart” Dick winked

Barbara smiled at him “Give me my baby” she stuck her arms out

Dick smiled handing him over

“Mommy is going to miss her Nathan tonight” she cooed holding the baby over her head

“Nathan tell her to stay here with you and daddy” Dick mocked from over her shoulder

Barbara turned to look at him “Dick.” She said sternly holding Nathan on her hip

Dick shrugged “What? Come on Babs don’t you think this is a little ridiculous? We have a baby together and you’re going out with some other guy” he waved his hands

Nathan took this as a cue that Dick wanted to hold him, so he leaned forward, Barbara passed her son to his father

Barbara shook her head “We discussed this Dick, just because we have a baby together doesn’t mean we should be together”

They stared at each other for a couple seconds

“Well Nate, I guess mommy is just going to miss our amazing dance party” Dick grinned walking toward the living room. Barbara followed behind them and watched Dick turn on the Bluetooth stereo. An upbeat song began to play, Dick began dancing around the room holding the baby over his head, throwing him lightly in the air and carefully spinning around. The baby let out a fit of giggles while Dick smiled from ear to ear.

Barbara shook her head in amusement watching the two Grayson’s. Dick dipped the baby his little tuffs of black hair falling around his chubby face. Nathan let out a loud giggle “Be careful” Barbara smiled

Dick shook his head as he brought the baby back to his chest “Mommy’s no fun” he grinned down at the infant both their blue eyes meeting Nathan looked at Dick as if he knew what he was saying “What’s that?” Dick grinned and paused “Daddy should dance with mommy? What a great idea Nate!” Quickly Dick set the 6-month-old down and grabbed Barbara’s hand pulling her to him

“Dick.” Barbara said lowly

“Come on just once for the kid?” He shifted his eyes

Barbara looked at her son sitting on the floor, his blue eyes wide with wonder looking at them as he sucked on his thumb

Barbara nodded “Okay but no funny business mister” she poked his chest

Dick held his hands up “I promise”

A slow song began to play, Barbara hesitantly wrapped her arms around Dicks' neck his landed on her waist slowly they swayed to the music. Their dance was cut short by a knock at the door.

Barbara released her arms “That would be my date” she spoke breaking out of his grasp

Dick watched her leave as she abandoned him for the mystery man behind the front door. He let out a groan and flopped down on the couch resting his head in his hands. Nathan let out a squeal Dick looked up and smiled at the baby who had managed to crawl over to the coffee table and pull himself up, he was advanced for his age which wasn’t a surprise to anyone. “What, you don’t like it when daddy doesn’t give you attention?” he poked the infants chubby belly.

Nathan began giggling causing Dicks smile to grow even larger.

Barbara reentered the room, a short slightly chubby man with thin brown hair and glasses at her side

“Charlie, this is my son Nathan. He’s six-month-old” Barbara said pointed down at her son-their son.

Charlie smiled “What a beautiful child Barbara.”

Barbara smiled “Thank you”

Charlie shook his head and bent down to Nathan’s height “I told you, you didn’t have to get a babysitter. I don’t mind him joining us”

Quickly Dick got off the couch picking his son up before Charlie could touch him “Fathers don’t babysit” Dick spoke sternly his hand protectively rested on his sons back.

Charlie’s jaw dropped “Oh you’re the- “

Dick nodded “Yup, Babs and I made this little guy.... together” he threw his free arm around Barbara’s shoulders “I agree he’s beautiful, I’ve tried to get her to let him do modeling but she says no”

“Dick” Barbara grumbled elbowing him in the gut

Dick let out a cough

“I’m going to use the restroom, then we can get going?” Charlie rose an eyebrow

Barbara nodded and pointed him in the direction

As soon as he was out of earshot Dick turned to her “Seriously Babs?” He said with a wide grin “You’re going to pass up an evening full of cuteness for that?”

Barbara shook her head “Dick would you stop flirting”

Dick chuckled “I was talking about our son, but I’m flattered” he held a hand to his chest and batted his eyes

“Charlie is.... sweet, he’s always in the library and ever since he found out I had a son he asks about him whenever he checks out a book” Barbara explained

Dick smiled “I’m sure that’s not all he’s checking out” he waggled his eyebrows

Barbara smiled “Just please don’t scare him anymore then you already have, and remember while I’m gone- “

Dick groaned “Yes I know, boob juice is in the fridge, have him bathed and in bed by 9 oh and don’t encourage him to do any acrobatics. This isn’t my first time taking care of him you know” he smiled

Barbara flashed him a smile back she heard Charlie coming out of the bathroom and stepped forward “Bye Baby mommy loves you” she kissed Nathan’s cheek

“Bye Dick, please text me updates” she patted his shoulder before walking toward Charlie

“Bye you two! Have fun...but not too much fun.” Dick winked he waited till the front door closed before he looked at the baby in his arms

“No acrobatics? Who does your mommy think I am? Come on little Grayson let’s see how much better your balance has gotten since last time” Dick laughed tossing the baby playfully into the air and catching him

Barbara was seated at the restaurant across from Charlie who was obviously trying too hard. He had already spilt a glass of water all over his lap and spilled soup down her dress when he attempted to ‘romantically’ feed her from across the table.

“So, the ummm father of your child is he-does he live with you?” Charlie asked nervously

Barbara took a bite of food and nodded “Yeah, but it’s completely platonic and we have separate rooms. We just do because neither of us want to take a chance on missing out on major milestones in our son’s life ya know? Plus, it gives Nathan a stable living environment” she said once she swallowed

Charlie nodded, scrunching up his face oddly “Oh-umm how long were you together before you had Nathan?” He asked

Barbara shrugged “Ugh well depends how you define together. We’ve known each other since as we're 9. And have gone back and forth with our relationship since we hit puberty “she explained

Charlie nodded shyly, “Well that’s good.... I guess”

Barbara could sense the awkwardness and decided to change the subject “This food is really good, great choice in the restaurant” she nodded in approval

Her phone vibrated, and she quickly took it out of her purse. She smiled at the image

Dick:” All fresh and clean ;)”

Barbara replied with heart emoji “He looks so happy”

After finishing dinner with Barbara paying because Charlie forgot his wallet at home they decided to go for a walk. They were about a mile from his car when the sky opened, and it began to downpour. They attempted to run back to the car, Charlie slipped falling on his back, Barbara turned around and helped him up getting even more soaked in the process. They made it back to the car when her phone vibrated again

Dick: “Well, I finally got him to drink his bottle. Had to fight him to eat, I think he prefers your boobs lol”

Barbara shook her head “Well he is your son” she replied

Dick replied a few seconds later with a winky face emoji

“Want to go get some ice cream? I’m pretty sure I have a $20.00 in here, so you won’t have to pay for that” Charlie said as they began driving

Barbara nodded sliding her phone back into her pocket “Yeah that’d be great”

Ice cream ended up being the highlight of the night. They went through the drive threw and got two cones. After they parked at a little park overlooking a lake they ate them together watching the rain drops sprinkle in the water.

They arrived home with Charlie pulling into her driveway at 10pm.

“Thanks for tonight”, Charlie said quietly from the driver’s seat

Barbara nodded “Yeah it was fun”

They sat there awkwardly “I should probably go in” Barbara tumbled

Charlie nodded “Yeah, you probably have relieve to your- whatever he is”

Barbara nodded ”See you at the library”

She exited the car then went into her house

“Dick I’m home” she spoke

Silence...

She made her way through the house dropping her keys to the counter and seeing a mess of junk food, baby bottles and baby food remaining in the kitchen along with dirty baby clothes and Dick’s stained t-

shirt in the sink. Barbara let out a sigh “Seriously Dick” she said to herself

She walked into Nathan’s nursery only to find it empty, she proceeded through the house unable to find them. It was when she checked Dick’s bedroom that she stopped in her tracks and smiled. Dick was lying passed out in his bed with Nathan sound asleep on his chest. Barbara tip toed into the room. She bent down and placed a soft kiss on Nathan’s head. She tip toed back out of the room to her own. Changing into her pajamas then making her way back to Dicks room. She climbed into the opposite side of the bed leaning forward she brushed the hair away from Dicks face before placing a kiss on his temple. Barbara settled in the bed beside Dick. Lying on her side she placed a hand on Nathan’s back before slowly drifting off to sleep.

So what do you guys think? Should I make a sequel or a prequel? End it here? Was this one even good enough to post? Let me know.

#Dibs #dick grayson #nightwing #barbara gordon #batgirl #batman #batfamily #batfamily fanfiction #batfamily headcanons #dickbabs fanfiction #baby #date

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quentinquill · 4 years

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A Midnight Brownie

The heavy cloak of sleep lifts briefly and for a moment I become aware that I’m dreaming before the dreamscape swiftly fades, like rising smoke. A soft voice is pawing at the edge of the bed, and I blink blearily in the darkness.

“Daddy? Daddy?” Felix, lying beside me, doesn’t stir. A small shadow is hovering by him.

“Mackenzie? What is it sweetheart?” The shadow cautiously tiptoes around to me. As she nears, I can make out her tousled hair, trembling lips, and the little stuffed leopard clutched in her hands.

“I heard a noise. Downstairs.” She says in a high-pitched whisper. I reach out for my dressing gown lying beside the bed and step from the cosy warmness into the chilly night air. From her bed at the foot of ours, the dog gently thumps her tail as we pass by, awake but undisturbed by any noise.

“Come on kiddo, I’ll tuck you in.” I gently guide Mackenzie back to her room, but she pauses as we pass the top of the stairs. She peers into the deep shadows and draws herself closer to me. In a very low whisper she asks,

“What if there is someone down there?”

“The dog would know if there was a stranger. It’s probably the brownie.” Mackenzie crawls beneath her quilt and pulls it up to her nose, her toy clutched to her chest. Her face is blue in the glow of the night light, and shows her wide eyes as she looks at me in surprise, her fear almost instantly forgotten.

“We have a brownie?” She asks in an excited whisper. I smile and nod. “What is it like?”

“Her name is Maggie.”

“It’s a girl?”

“Yes, she is a girl, and we must be careful because brownies do not like to be talked about behind their backs. They find it very rude.” Mackenzie frowns at this, looking very thoughtful.

“Can you tell me again about brownies, without talking about Maggie? Would that be rude? Because we wouldn’t be talking about her behind her back, would we?”

“I think that would be okay,” Mackenzie snuggles deeper into her blankets and peers up at me expectantly, “As you know, most Fae cannot enter a household without being invited in. Brownies are an exception. A brownie will often attach itself to a particular family and it will assist that family for as long it feels welcomed, appreciated, and proud of the people it lives with. If the brownie ever feels insulted or taken advantage of, or if the family becomes lazy, the brownie will leave; often making a little mischief before it goes. You must never thank a brownie though, for what it does, as they find this offensive. Instead, they like an offering of food. I leave a bowl of milk by the fireplace or a piece of cake when I make one.”

“Won’t the cat or the dog eat it?”

“They know better than to try and take a brownie’s offering.” At least, they know better now. “After everyone has gone to sleep, the brownie emerges and goes about tidying up, sweeping floors, dusting and that sort of thing. Sometimes, when the mood takes them, they will scurry about and clean up everything that is messy, and mess up everything that is tidy.” Mackenzie giggles. “Generally, they are very helpful, and we are very lucky that one has decided to stay with us.”

“Do you think I could see Maggie?”

“You know they don’t like spies.” Mackenzie looks a little sad at this. “If you do happen to come across her, you have to make yourself known so that she can hide or disappear if she wants to. Brownies are exceedingly shy, even among their own kind.”

“Can I leave the milk out for her tomorrow night?” Her question finishes with a yawn. I lean over and give her quick kiss on her forehead.

“Sure thing kiddo. Sweet dreams.” Mackenzie curls herself up and I tuck her blankets in around her. I tip toe out but as I near the stairs, I hear a faint scrambling and when I glance down I see a stout shadow disappearing into the darkness.

When I return to bed, I find the cat has curled up in the warm spot below my pillow. Felix is snoring softly, one arm cast across the bed towards me. Gently placing the cat at the end of the bed, I slip off my nightgown and ease beneath the sheets. The cat slinks back, wedges herself in the folds of quilt between my cold body and Felix’s hot one, and hums to herself with closed eyes.

I lie in the dark, thinking about Maggie. She came to our home only a week ago, while the girls were with their mother, and quickly made her presence known. I came downstairs to find that every book on the shelves had been reversed so that their spines faced inwards, the dishes had all been cleaned and neatly put away, in the wrong cupboards, and later I discovered that everyone’s socks were mismatched, while all our left shoes were in Mackenzie’s wardrobe, and all our right ones in Abigail’s. After setting the mischief to rights, I went on a search through the house and found an old blanket had been stuffed into the space beneath the stairs (collectively known in our home as the Harry Potter cupboard). I had found the brownie’s nest. Now knowing that it had claimed that space, I made sure to remove anything that we might need from the cupboard so we could minimise the amount of future disturbance. While brownies could fit into impossibly small spaces, or even turn themselves invisible, they did like to have a safe and comfortable nook to sleep in during the day.

That same night I filled a bowl with milk and left it by the fireplace for our new housemate, hoping that it would be more helpful in future and less inclined to upset my home. I wasn’t to know that the cat’s complete lack of self-preservation extended beyond dragons to the more quick-witted creatures of Fae.

With Felix still at work, I was making myself a light dinner when my evening was rent with an unearthly screeching. I rushed out of the kitchen and into the living area where I found a squirming bag suspended from the chimney; the source of the screeching. Below it, the bowl lay upturned and the milk scattered across the floor, slowly soaking into the carpet. The bag was in fact a pillow case, and in it was a very angry housecat. As soon as I untwisted the top, the cat with all her hair standing on end, clawed herself out. Leaving fine lines of blood up my arm from her needle-like claws, she leapt from my shoulder to the floor and disappeared upstairs.

My arm was stinging, but I picked up the bowl and brought it to the kitchen to refill it. From the living room I could hear a very faint shuffling and then a croaky voice started to softly chant,

Of my milk so sweet Kitty did think It could take a drink! Now the little thief Has come to grief It sooks and sobs Or I’m not Maggie Hobbs

I shut the fridge rather loudly and as I returned to the fireplace with a fresh bowl of milk I found that the spilled liquid had all been cleaned away. And like the spilled milk, of Maggie Hobbs there was no trace.

Beside me, Felix mumbles in his sleep, breaking up the memory. I snuggle in closer to him, smiling at the thought of our wonderful and rather strange family.

#brownie #cats #fantasy #short story #mum life #mess

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wilderwestqueen · 7 years

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My ex-housemates came back to do the washing up they’d left and to get more of the stuff that they have here, the girl-that-i-definitely-don’t-have-a-crush-on, and her fiance.

I tell her that the sunburn was so bad that I couldn’t walk and she flips straight into concerned-mother-mode, and promises to come back with moisteriser + aloe vera. I laughed, I mean, I’m fine? My legs just don’t work. That’s fine. Then she goes downstairs, and I bum-shuffle down after her, like the lost little puppy I always am when she’s around.

Downstairs, she and her fiance start washing up, and I hobble onto the sofa. We start talking about our housemate ______, who is an ASSHOLE, and we’re only free to bitch about him when he’s not there, which we always do because he’s an ASSHOLE. He’d thrown a hissy-fit earlier and left a passive aggressive facebook message that someone had left a bottle open in the fridge and it had dripped all over his food, and we laughed, because he’d done that to us a thousand times over the year, only worse - like with the unwrapped raw meat he’d left in there last week.

My housemates start packing up. They wonder if they should take something or leave it.

“Take it,” I say, “Then _____ can’t use it.”

They laugh, and keep packing. “We’re missing loads of cutlery,” one of them says.

“You know it’s in his room,” I say. “You should go into his room and take back all of his shit that he’s stolen.”

“You’re taking no prisoners today,” she says.

“I’ve been stuck in bed all day,” I say. “My legs don’t work. I’m full of SPITE. I wanna cause MISCHIEF. And I’m gonna hobble crab crawl into his room and take all of the shit that’s rightfully ours. And you’re coming with me.”

“Fine,” she says, folding up the tea towel and putting it down. “But only because your legs don’t work. You first.”

I grin, and hobble crab crawl out into the hallway. It hurts like sin to put my full weight on my feet, but at this point, I don’t care, because I am Gregg from Night in the Woods and I’m ready to do some CRIMES. Or at least, I’m ready to fix some crimes.

“Are you sure he’s not here?” she says behind me.

“I’m sure,” I say, but I listen at the door carefully. Nothing.

I bang my fist against it.

“What would you do if he answered?” my housemate’s fiance calls from the kitchen, amused.

“We would die,” I say. “We’ve been doing nothing but talk shit about him from the past ten minutes.”

“If he comes back, he’s going to kill you,” my housemate remarks, still crouched behind me.

I’m gripping onto the banister, crouched like a crab, ignoring the pain in my legs. “Be my lookout, then.”

I open his door, and for a moment I freak out, because all of his lights are on. But no, he’s not there. He’s just left all of his lights on, because he’s an ASSHOLE.

His room is like a cesspit of dirt, marijuana and music paraphernalia. I’m struck, as I always am when I enter his room, that only an ASSHOLE would have a room like this. Of course, my room is just as messy, just without the marijuana and music paraphernalia (because I’m only half an ASSHOLE).

Littered all over the room, as always, there are a dozen cups, and plates and bowls that definitely don’t belong to him and are caked with suspiciously old food.

“See anything?”

“Any of this yours?” I say.

We switch places. I go back and stand by the door, watching for cars.

“None of this is mine,” she says, and then-- “WAIT.”

Her shoulders square, and sudden fury passes across her face. Previously reluctant, she is now determined as she storms in and takes a glass up off the shelf, a tall pint glass with about a year’s worth of grime on it.

“This was a engagement gift,” she says, crossly.

Someone passes by the door. It’s not him, but we slam his door shut and run back to the kitchen anyway. I fling myself back on the sofa, sighing as the pain in my legs fades.

“Are you sure you still want that?” My housemate’s fiance points at the glass.

“It was an engagement gift,” she says, even more cross than before. “He shouldn’t have taken it.”

“It’s a nice glass,” he concedes, and after a scrub to get rid of the year’s worth of ASSHOLE grime, it joins all of their other stuff. “Anyway, I like to think of messing with him like that. Like, he’ll know something’s gone missing, but he won’t know what. I like to think of his eye twiching as he tries to work out what’s missing.”

“He won’t know it’s gone,” she says.

“He will,” he says, something of a glint in his eye. “One of his dirt totem poles will be missing, and he’ll know something’s up. He knows when any little thing has gone missing in his room.”

“Oh shit.” I’m grinning now. “It’s like we’ve stolen the golden pieces of Cortez. We’re gonna get turned into skeletons.”

My housemate rolls her eyes.

“We should go in and move all of his stuff just an inch to the left,” the fiance says.

“Yes,” I crow, slamming my hands down onto the sofa. “Yes! Mischief!”

My housemate grins. “You’re being a little shit today.”

It’s the highest compliment she could give me.

“My legs don’t work,” I say again, this time with a smile. “I’ve been in bed all day. I want to do mischief!”

Eventually, they leave - “we have to go back before it’s too late. I don’t want to disturb the neighbours,” she says, because she’s a middle-aged 23 year old.

She kisses me on the forehead, and I don’t care what grey-faced, anonymous reviewers on fanfic websites say or that her fiance was hanging about in the hallway, it felt romantic.

“Be back tomorrow,” she says. “Love you.”

“Come on!” her fiance says from the hallway.

She hurries after him. “I missed her,” she says, quietly, but I hear it anyway.

In that moment, I don’t care that my legs are burning and I can’t walk on them. I’m smiling.

#the urge and spark to write come from the weirdest places #all of this is true and happened in the past hour #original fiction #I guess??#no one else is going to find this as funny as i did

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