#now all the fanfics where buck sleeps over all the time are like DUH he has to haha

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75+77 for buddie

75. Bed Sharing + 77. In Vino Veritas

I didn't mean to actually end up turning this into a ficlet but, uh, anyway here we are. I think it’s my penance for the fact I’ve had two prompts from you in my inbox for literal months that I haven’t gotten to yet 😬

tw: alcohol use. Nothing happens with it, there isn’t even drunken kissing, but they are drunk for this ficlet, because as the prompt says, there is truth in wine.

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The wedding goes off without a hitch.

Buck has never been happier to see Maddie happy. He’s done this one before – walked her down an aisle – but he likes this one so much better than the last time. He likes everything about this wedding better, from the groom (Chimney, of course) to the setting (a vineyard, with the entire attached villa rented out for the wedding party to stay at).

But the party’s wound down now. Mr and Mrs Lee are watching Jee-Yun, and Maddie and Chimney have been bundled off to the bridal suite, and the only people left in the main reception hall are Hen and Karen, slowly revolving in place together even though the music stopped maybe an hour ago.

All that’s left is for Buck to go find his room.

Of course, when he does, it’s full. Buck considers the scene before him, hands on his hips, and finally shakes his head. The three boys – Harry, Denny, Chris – have constructed a pillow fort out of all the bedding in Buck’s room and are sound asleep, still in their formal wear.

Buck’s phone looks a little blurry when he pulls it out to text Athena, Hen, and Eddie to let them know exactly where their boys are, and then he’s got to find somewhere else to sleep. He tiptoes past the kids to get his toothbrush from the bathroom, and as is so often the case, notices exactly how drunk he still is when he catches sight of his own face in the bathroom mirror.

He collects his toothbrush and talks himself down a little and then heads off to try and find somewhere to sleep that hasn’t been utterly ransacked by eleven-year-olds. He only makes it halfway down the hall before he stumbles into Eddie, who seems soberer than he is for all of three seconds before he starts plucking at Buck’s suspenders.

“You’re wearing suspenders,” Eddie announces, hooking his finger under one of the straps and letting it snap back against Buck’s chest.

“Yeah, it’s fancy,” Buck replies. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Chris, I was gonna check on Chris,” Eddie says. He plucks at Buck’s suspender again and giggles at the snapping sound it makes.

“Chris is good, they made a fort in my room,” Buck says. “So I was gonna sleep on the…”

He trails off when he realises he doesn’t actually have an endgame here.

“On the?” Eddie prompts.

Buck shrugs broadly, and with the amount of wine he’s had that night, it messes with his equilibrium enough that he tips backwards. It’s only Eddie’s fingers wrapped around his suspenders that keeps him from going over.

“On the other side of my bed,” Eddie says, and starts pulling him down the hallway. Buck can barely walk backward while he’s sober, so he’s very impressed by Eddie’s ability to do so now.

“Can I borrow your toothpaste?” Buck asks, because it is suddenly the most important thing in the world that he brush his teeth.

Eddie’s face goes deadly serious. “No,” he says. He lets go of one of Buck’s suspenders to open the door behind him and pulls him inside. “No, man, there’s a line in friendship and toothpaste is just—”

Before Buck can do more than tilt his head, confused, Eddie breaks and starts giggling again.

Buck’s never really seen him drunk before, he realises. And when he’s been tipsy, it’s been on beer. Wine-drunk is a whole different ballgame.

“No, of course you can use my toothpaste,” Eddie says. “Do you need to borrow my toothbrush, too?”

Buck holds his own up obligingly.

Brushing your teeth when you’re drunk and giggly and your best friend is also drunk and giggly and keeps bumping into you while trying to brush his own teeth turns out to be a challenge, but they somehow make it through and finally collapse on Eddie’s bed.

They start off in their full suits from the wedding, but after lying there for a few minutes, Buck sits up – ignoring the sudden surge of dizziness – and takes off his jacket so he can slip the suspenders down off his shoulders. He lays back down, spreading his arms out flat across the surface of the bed to try and get his head to stop spinning. A moment later, Eddie sits up and removes his already loose tie from around his neck and drops it off the edge of the bed, followed quickly by his jacket. When he lays back down, it’s on his side and Buck only notes that they forgot to turn the lights off when he realises he can see every detail of Eddie’s face while Eddie stares at him.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Eddie asks at something that is probably supposed to be a whisper.

“Yes, absolutely, please do,” Buck says.

“I love weddings,” Eddie says.

Buck grins at him, oddly endeared that this is a secret.

“Shh,” Eddie says, pressing a shushing finger to Buck’s lips.

Buck goes cross-eyed trying to see Eddie’s finger, and Eddie goes cross-eyed doing the same and then shakes himself.

“I mean, shh,” he says again, this time pressing the finger to his own lips.

Buck makes his best solemn, nodding face.

“Not – not the big ones? With the frilly white dresses and the bridezillas and the terrifying mothers-in-law and stuff,” Eddie says. “But the ones like this where – where you know the sky could fall down around everyone but it would be okay because the people getting married love each other so much.”

“It was nice,” Buck agrees. “Nicer than the last time Maddie got married, too. That was a big frilly dress wedding. I didn’t like that one.”

Eddie wrinkles his nose in distaste. “What about the other weddings you’ve been to?”

It’s hard to tilt his head sideways in confusion when Buck is already lying down but he gives it his best effort. “What other weddings?”

“The other weddings you’ve been to,” Eddie says, which is just the same thing he said before but in a statement instead of a question. “What were they like?”

“I haven’t been to other weddings,” Buck says.

Eddie gasps. “What?”

“The only weddings I’ve been to are Maddie’s,” Buck says.

Eddie doesn’t seem able to comprehend this. “What about your cousins and stuff, though?”

“Don’t have any,” Buck says.

Eddie makes a face at him like this is utterly unacceptable. “Well, when we get married, it’ll be like this. It’ll be nice.”

Buck’s heart does a full three-sixty in his chest. “Say that again?”

“Maybe not a vineyard? Like, somewhere – I don’t know, but I like this with everyone staying over, maybe like a cabin or something? I don’t know,” Eddie says.

“Eddie, we’re not dating,” Buck says.

The look Eddie gives him would be funny in any other circumstance except Buck is way too drunk to handle it right now.

“We’re not?” Eddie asks.

“No,” Buck says. And then, suddenly, he’s second guessing himself. “I don’t think we are, at least?”

“Well, that’s stupid,” Eddie replies. “We should be dating.”

“Obviously,” Buck agrees. “Probably, like, years ago.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “Duh.”

“Duh,” Buck echoes, and then bursts out laughing. When Eddie starts laughing again as well, Buck rolls over and tucks his head into Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie wraps and arm around him and Buck hooks a leg around one of Eddie’s.

They’re still entangled when the sun comes up.

Fanfic Trope Mashups!

#the ghost ship scribbles #9-1-1 #buddie #9-1-1 fic #buddie fic #the ghost ship answers questions

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Winner Takes it All (1/1)

Must Love Dogs is not going to be ready today, hopefully it will be ready by tomorrow. But in the meantime, here is a little one shot I wrote. 

So this was a prompt I had sent someone when I first got onto Tumblr and never had any intention of trying to write fanfic on my own. But now I am writing fanfic, so I decided to write the idea myself. Enjoy.

And as usual, thank you @profdanglaisstuff for being my beta and helping me make this fic come to life!

Ao3

Rated: G

It was ridiculous is what it was. Emma Swan and Killian Jones were most definitely dating. Ruby had seen them cuddling in a booth together at Granny’s. Mary Margaret had seen them sneaking away from one of the town meetings together. David said that Killian had brought Emma as his date for a work function, but Emma claimed they were just friends and she was  only there for the free food. Duh! And that was the rub, Emma and Killian claimed they were just friends. Friends who did everything together, including sleeping over at each other’s apartments and (according to Emma’s roommate, Elsa) sharing a bed on most nights.

Their friend group had been betting for months on when Emma and Killian would finally let them know they were dating. It had started small. Ruby claimed they were dating and David said they weren’t. She’d bet him 20 bucks that they’d be kissing in front of everyone by the end of the week. But it never happened. David wanted his 20 bucks. Ruby doubled down. Then Mary Margaret wanted in. She believed they were dating too. Eventually, everyone in their little group of friends became convinced it was true, even David. So now the bet wasn’t about whether they were dating or not, it was when the hell Emma and Killian were finally going to come clean about it.

It was Ruby who laid out the rules of the bet. Each person involved would pick out a date for the month. Whomever got the closest would win the money. And no one was allowed to try to manipulate Emma and Killian into revealing themselves or tell them about the bet to increase their chances. After five months, the pot was up to $2000.

Elsa was sure that she had it in the bag in February because of Valentine’s Day (month three of the bet). How could two people so obviously in love not share that with everyone? But no, they joined the group for the late night drinking binge they always went on after the couples in their group (David and Mary Margaret and Ruby and Mulan) had their obligatory dates and came to join the singletons. Emma bitched as usual about not needing a man and what a stupid, made up holiday it was, and Killian nodded in agreement and went home early to wallow. Emma and Elsa went back to their apartment, both as single women.

David really thought he’d had it in the bag with that work function Killian brought Emma to in month four, but Emma seemed to be flirting with Graham of all people. Graham who was most definitely dating August from accounting. And Killian seemed to be flirting with Tink, whom David was pretty sure also had a boyfriend. When David had asked Killian why he had brought Emma even though a) a date was not required at this event and b) they seemed to be ignoring each other the whole time, Killian had simply shrugged, run his fingers through his dark hair and said “Who better to ignore at a party than your best friend?”

“I think they know about the bet.” Elsa said once they started into month seven, sliding into the booth that contained David and Mary Margaret on the other side. Mary Margaret knocked her coffee mug over.

“Shoot, sorry.” Mary Margaret said grabbing some napkins from the dispenser to clean up the mess she’d just made on the table. “Why do you think she knows?” Mary Margaret continued.

“Because Liam made some comment to Killian about setting him up with Aurora, kind of as a thank you, and Killian said he wasn’t interested.” Elsa and Liam, Killian’s brother, had recently started seeing each other. It was still new, but they were already pretty obsessed with each other. Emma and Killian, of all people, had set them up.

“So why does that mean he knows about the bet?” David asked, taking a sip of his Coke. Liam was not part of the betting pool, having just learned about it from Elsa when they started dating.

“Because then Liam suggested that maybe Killian wasn’t interested because he was already seeing Emma, and Liam said his eyebrows almost flew off his face with how high he raised them, ‘quickly schooled his features’ --Liam’s words, not mine-- and told Liam he was being preposterous.” Elsa finished explaining.

“Again,” Mary Margaret began, grabbing the soiled paper napkins and throwing them into a garbage can near the entrance of the diner, “that doesn’t tell us they know about the bet. Just that someone else thinks that he and Emma are dating and they won’t admit it.”

“And then,” Elsa said, getting frustrated at Mary Margaret for all the interruptions, “Killian responded with, I bet you think you’re so clever.”

“They totally know about the bet.” David agreed.

“They totally know about the bet.” Elsa repeated.

They called an emergency group meeting at The Rabbit Hole after that revelation. David, Mary Margaret, Elsa, Ruby, Mulan, and Will (he was their regular bartender, but even he could tell they’d been shagging for months now).

“We need to force this out in the open. They know about the bet. Who knows how long they’ve known about it. I think they’re just messing with us now.” Elsa said.

“Did we just step into an episode of Friends, because I swear I’ve seen this one,” Ruby stated.

“Maybe we should just give everyone their money back and just let them be,” Mulan asserted.

“No way!” Elsa exclaimed, “We’ve been invested in this for too long now.”

“Well, what are you suggesting? Setting them up with other people? They’ll either say no or they’ll agree and flirt like crazy with the person. We’ve already seen it happen.” David said.

“What if we can get them to admit it to someone not associated with us at all, and then we can, I don’t know, catch them in the act,” Elsa proposed.

“And how, exactly, do we plan on doing that?” Mary Margaret asked, getting frustrated over this whole thing.

“Well, Liam is pretty sure that Killian and Emma go on dates out of town. If we can figure out where and get someone from the restaurant to get us pictures, then we have them!” Elsa concluded. She knew they were having sex. She shared a wall with Emma for crying out loud. And ever since she started dating Liam, Killian had been out of the apartment a lot more.

“I’m sorry, what?” Mary Margaret balked at the notion of spying on Emma and Killian, “When did we become private eyes? Isn’t that Emma’s department? Seriously, Elsa, this is getting way out of hand.” Emma was Mary Margaret’s best friend. She hated that Emma hadn’t told anyone about dating Killian, but it was still up to Emma to let them know on her own time, not when Elsa decided to out them by playing super sleuth.

“What do you suggest then, Mary Margaret?” Elsa said, turning on her with an annoyed glare.

“How ‘bout asking them why they’re holding hands right now.” Will butted in from the bar.

The group turned toward the entrance. There were Emma and Killian, casually walking in holding hands and mooning over each other as if no one else in the bar existed.

“Hey you two.” Elsa said trying to sound casual. The rest of the group also mumbled their hellos as if they hadn’t just been discussing the two obvious lovebirds.

“Look,” Emma began, “I know you all have suspected that Killian and I have been dating.” The group held their breath waiting for the excuse that they knew was coming. “And we are here to officially tell you that we are in fact dating.” Killian finished. He and Emma looked at each other, smiled, and then shared a chaste kiss on the lips for their group of friends to see.

Elsa’s mouth was agape. “You’re just admitting it? I mean,” she tried to recover gracefully, “how long has this been going on? We had no idea.” Ruby started cackling in the background. Mulan gave her a good elbow to the ribs to quiet her down.

“It’s been going on for a few months.” Emma said a little anxiously, “We just didn’t want to say anything right away because it was new, and if it didn’t work out we didn’t need you guys all up in our business.”

“Of course. Emma, Killian, we’re so happy for you.” Mary Margaret said, practically in tears. She went to hug both of them.

“Too bad Liam isn’t here.” Elsa stated, “He would love to know that you two were together. He’s been rooting for you.”

“Um, yeah, about that,” Killian said, scratching the back of his neck, a nervous tic they all knew about, “He does know, Elsa. We asked him not to tell you because we were keeping it to ourselves.” Once again, Elsa’s mouth dropped.

They decided drinks were in order for the newly-outed couple. No one said a word about the bet. Elsa claimed she’d be having some words with Liam when she saw him later that night, but she’d had quite a bit to drink, so by the time Liam came and joined them, she was in no position to even form a coherent sentence.

“I’m glad you two have finally decided to stop this nonsense and share your happiness with us all, little brother,” Liam said clapping Killian on the back and giving Emma a quick hug.

“Younger brother,” he said but with very little bite.

It was just Emma and Killian and Mary Margaret and David left by the time the bar closed.  Will was in the back counting out the till and David, who had barely drunk anything, left to go get the car.

“So,” Killian said, quirking his eyebrow at Mary Margaret, “how much did you win?”

“I think the pot was up to $2500. So,” Mary Margaret calculated in her head, “$1250 is half. I’ll let you know when I get it from Ruby. She’s been in charge of the money,” she said as if this were an ordinary, everyday financial transaction.

“Good job on getting Liam to make Elsa suspect,” Mary Margaret said to the happy couple.

“She’d been driving me crazy!” Emma said, “Dropping hints left and right about Killian and me. But I knew we could hold off longer until the pot was more significant. Thanks for letting us in on it.” Emma grinned.

“Well, it’s not like I meant to. It was a simple slip up. Besides, you know how well I can keep a secret,” Mary Margaret said, trying to defend herself. Emma and Killian had told her and Liam after they’d been dating for two months, needing someone each of them could confide in. Telling them about the bet had been a complete accident.

“I’m so happy for you two.” Mary Margaret told them. And she was. They had basically been living a rom-com for the past year; one about best friends who were seriously pining for one another.

“Darn it, I guess Ruby gets the money.” Mary Margaret added absent-mindedly.

“What money?” Emma had asked. Mary Margaret turned bright red.

“Um….” She wasn’t sure how to answer.

“Did you have a wager with Ruby about us getting together?” Killian asked looking appalled.

“Not exactly.” Mary Margaret said looking down at her hands.

“Then what exactly?” Emma asked getting agitated.

“Um ...the whole group was betting on when you two would finally admit you were dating. Even Will was in on it.” Mary Margaret confessed.

But instead of getting angrier, Emma and Killian had turned to one another and laughed.

“Mary Margaret, how would you like to make some money?” Emma said, green eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You ready to go, Mary Margaret?” David asked coming back in from outside startling Mary Margaret out of her reverie.

“Yep.” She said, scooting off the stool and walking over to her husband. They exited the bar leaving the happy couple behind.

“Well, that was exciting.” Killian said grabbing Emma’s hand. He took it to his lips to kiss the knuckles.

“We’re really going to need that money, considering.” Emma said taking her other hand and brushing her slightly rounded stomach. “I’m surprised no one noticed you drinking my shots tonight.”

She grinned at the new secret they were hiding.

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✩ watergate :3

this took too fucking long

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? i feel like emma cos she’s more angry dramatic and he’s more emo dramatic but i was also gonna say he probably should to accomodate for his heightWho threatens to leave but never actually does? neither of them, they’ve both left one another repeatedly. Who actually keeps their word and leaves? both of them, see above. Who trashes the house? i don’t think either of them … i can’t see him ever doing it but if he did she would kick his ass things need to be NEAT Do either of them get physical? basement gate tease ! but no … it’s soft ….  that’s been erased from my memory … they’re emo not violent  How often do they argue/disagree? all the time but about #dumb shit nowadays … used to be more serious but now? you like chocolate ice cream better? … idiot  Who is the first to apologise? if they had a penny for every time mickey has apologised to her both of them could quit their low salary jobs and move to france 

Sex:

Who is on top? bold of u to assume they aren’t both switches Who is on the bottom? ^Who has the strangest desires? Any kinks? mind ur fucking business … snuggling is a kink Who’s dominant in bed? i don’t think dominant has ever been in either of their vocabulary where’s the john mulaney gif abt soup in the lap … regaurdless … probably he has to be she’s babyIs head ever in the equation? she suck the dick for free and mickey is a good boy, he knows how to go down on a womf If so, who is better at performing it? i don’t know how sex works is it easier to eat thrussy or suck a dick … they both try the only thing that matters is that once he said she was better at sex than [ redacted ] Ever had sex in public? private public … like not dressing room public but like, romantic lookout in a car public … hope no coppers come 2 shine their flashlight Who moans the most? idk if this is my sexism or my lesbian but women should, legally, be required to moan more than menWho leaves the most marks? he better swallow his masculinity and get used to concealer but i feel like that wld not be an issue for him, king ! he can’t borrow hers though it won’t match Who screams the loudest? WHO YELLSWho is the more experienced of the two? mickey. fucking duh. Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? they make love :3Rough or soft? soft … unlike his penis How long do they usually last? haha 8 seconds joe goldberg tease? idk how long sex even lasts in general …. solidly average is my guess Is protection used? he better wrap it before he taps it my girl cannot afford plan b . so yesDoes it ever get boring? not …. boring but ….. consistent. when emma gets too drunk she asks odette for sex advice bc she doesn’t want to bore ickey Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? nowhere is strange if ur brave enough.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? …. yes ….If so, how many children do your muses want/have? she wants 27 children actually but literally anything from 1-30 will suffice …. they need a lot of help on his inevitable farm Who is the favorite parent? mickey is the fun parent so u already know who it is Who is the authoritative parent? REMEMBER the clip i sent u from the marky mark movie … she’s always the bad guy until he gets #fedup and he has to remind her that she’s not doing it this time AJSDKF Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? honeslty both of them unless emma hoards all the candy … selfish  Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? both of them they make fucking SIGNS …. its a little league game u dont need to paint the football stripes on ur faceWho goes to parent teacher interviews? they both go but mickey is better at them because emma always goes into teacher mode and tries to talk about Who changes the diapers? mickey does he’s a NURSE he is not grossed out , she is . baby poop is rank Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? where tf is that gifset from prison break when u need it … she does but only because she hates diapers and it’s only fair to pop a tiddie out every night for ur kid in exchangeWho spends the most time with the children? ummmm FAMILY FUN NIGHT x Who packs their lunch boxes?Who gives their children ‘the talk’? mickey he is obligated as a medical professional she don’t teach sex ed …. Who cleans up after the kids? emma but only because she’s a neat freak Who worries the most? both of them try to pretend they’re VERY cool and nonchalant and this is actually very easy until one of them cracks (probably her) and they both worry together constantly . solidarity babey ! ….. moreso her tho u cannot change my mind Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? auntie odette change my mind we said FUCK watergate lives , emdette rise 

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? both of them …. constntly …. disgusting Who is the little spoon? [ jake peralta vc ] everyone likes to be the little spoon, it makes them feel safe ! LOOK HERE buddy …. he is and i dont take questions , even when he was 10 ft Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? can he fucking keep his hands AWF …. thats coming from me not emma she appreciates it Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? both of them …. its CONSTANT … hand on the shoulder , touching someone’s back as u walk past …. SOFT ! n then the one gif  u sent from superstore where amy slaps jonah’s ass that’s emma How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?  they actually fall asleep cuddling and wake up complaining abt falling asleep in a uncomfortable position… shut up abt ur back pain ur not 80 Who gives the most kisses? KISS kisses …. he. but know … she’s always kissing him on the cheek What is their favourite non-sexual activity? this is gonna sound g*y as hell but stay with me here ………. just being in the same place , even when they’re doing diff stuff . TOGETHERNESS …. vomit time Where is their favourite place to cuddle? the couch , i retract my statement about them not being 80 they actually fall asleep watching tv Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? casually ? she … to actually initiate eye emoji ? he How often do they get time to themselves? all the time , they know 2 other people 

Sleeping:

Who snores? he does im hcing this for ur own character If both do, who snores the loudest? she doesn’t SNORE she’s a lady Do they share a bed or sleep separately? they’ve been in 200 different stages of relationship ……. OTHER than depending on that , she sleeps better w him there :3If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? they start far apart cos she’s a blanket hog but she always ends up next 2 him Who talks in their sleep? she mumbles sometimes ….. its nothing coherent What do they wear to bed? she owns 47 different stupid size xxxxxxxl shirts that were 2 bucks  from walmart and wears only that . i bet mickey owns a bathrobe, bourgeois pig … Are either of your muses insomniacs? idk she reads a chapter of whatever dumb shit she’s reading and has tea or wine and conks out ….. idk his business Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? idk abt taking them and ik its not the point but shes anal retentive abt keeping medicine in the medicine cabinet so THERE BETTER NOT BE Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? AS I SAID … they start out on opposite sides of the beg and end up more tangled than tangled (20whatever) Who wakes up with bed hair? his hair is floofy ,,,, Who wakes up first? i feel like that depends on his shifts …. she wakes up at the same damn time every week day …. weekends though she sleeps in for 10 yrs so him Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? emma tries and he has to leave bed anyway because the fire alarm goes off  What is their favourite sleeping position? she prefers it when she has all the blankets Who hogs the sheets? she does Do they set an alarm each night? they have JOBS does she look like pippa to u Can a television be found in their bedroom? yes so she can cry over dumb rom coms over somewhere other than the couch …… he’s invested in them , change my mind Who has nightmares? i already know ur about to say he does so im calling the cops on u end of story Who has ridiculous dreams? all of emma’s dreams are indistinguishable from bad acid trips Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? she sleeps in the fetal position he seems like a sprawler …..Who makes the bed? emma …. its gotta be CLEAN and if he ever says “why make it we’re just gonna sleep there again” its on SIGHT What time is bed time? whenever she passes out , always before midnight , considering they’re 72Any routines/rituals before bed? i bet they brush their teeth at the same time to see who can do it faster like they’re five year olds …. or that gifset from new girl where he’s like “ u read my walking dead fanfic ? ”Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? emma takes three cups of coffee to be able to be her CHIPPER self …. 

Work:

Who is the busiest? she has like a 6 hour work day so he for sure Who rakes in the highest income? i just googled nurses versus preschool teachers and he makes twice what she does …. laughs nervously …. glad she’s going back 2 school but elementary teachers STILL make less …. mr talbot got COIN ! Are any of your muses unemployed? no , freeloading is ILLEGAL Who takes the most sick days? i feel like the two worst jobs to go into sick are a literal hospital with immunocompromised people and a preschool with toddlers who dont wash their hands …. equal maybe Who is more likely to turn up late to work? despite her original beef with odette in the apocalypse verse emma is NEVER late to work Who sucks up to their boss? she cooks dinner , a nice LASAGNA for whoever to heat up and mickey has to break it to her that making whoever her superior is eat what tastes like glue will in fact , damage their relationship What are their jobs? hes a nursey  boy …. shes a teacher Who stresses the most? about life in general? her. about work? probably him. he’s dealing with LIVES she’s got the alphabet Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? they better they aren’t getting paid enough to hate it Are your muses financially stable? they’re not rich but they’re not dying and that’s what matters 

Home:

Who does the washing? emma because it relaxes her Who takes out the trash? he better , she does not like to  LOOK at things once they are thrown out … its smelly Who does the ironing? neither of them have ironed anything in their lives Who does the cooking? HE HAS TO IDC if he isn’t fuckign gordon ramsay she’ll kill them Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? emma Who is messier? if he leaves a single sock on the floor he is automatically messier than her Who leaves the toilet roll empty? that’s satanic neither of them Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? he does …. its just not REALISTIC that she does Who forgets to flush the toilet? that’s gross ……hopefully neither ….. DISGOSTEING.mp4Who is the prankster around the house? anything STUPID is hers and hers alone but i feel like he’d do something relatively innocent and it would go HORRIBLY wrong like , hey emma come get y’all juice ….Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? despite being organized in every other aspect of her life emma has never kept track of keys in her life its a disease Who mows the lawn? he does , he shld do it shirtless so she can objectify him Who answers the telephone? mickey, she truly stares at it hoping it’ll go away Who does the vacuuming? emmaWho does the groceries? she would make HORRIBLE decisions ,,, he shld make the list and she shld get it Who takes the longest to shower? no sexism but she’s a girl Who spends the most time in the bathroom? see above 

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? yES like … they can afford groceries , make rent , but for literally every american except jeff bezos money is a problem in some area . this isn’t a hc just a capitalist hellscape How many cars do they own? two …. neither of them are very nice cars Do they own their home or do they rent? rent unless/until he gets the farm of his dreams Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? countryside thats where FARMS are … but like rn , coast cos there’s the ocean in town Do they live in the city or in the country? see above bbgDo they enjoy their surroundings? the goats of the future and the noisy neighbors of the current and past eras both leave something to be desired , but in general yes What’s their song? not to go all modern au but remember when stereo hearts was on their 2011 mixtape AJSKDF …. issa bop and its arguably the most cutesy singable on the playlist What do they do when they’re away from each other? bitch idk ? exist as human beings ?Where did they first meet? idk she probably met him for coffee or sum before moving in together to make sure he wasn’t a serial killer How did they first meet? they were roommates … oh my god they were roommates …. she prolly put an ad in the paper very lucky she did not get murdered x Who spends the most money when out shopping? i feel like neither of them are big spenders but her sticker and colored pen budget is larger than it should be Who’s more likely to flash their assets? i thought this was talking about tits for a second but im assuming mone ? they keep it humble Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? they both do , bullying one another is a bonding experience Any mental issues? more than you know my guy Who’s terrified of bugs? if she sees a SPIDER she floors it , but she releases most other bugs …. he better kill anything w 8 legs tho Who kills the spiders around the house? mickey , as described above wow im psychic Their favourite place? they can make any place work together … gay but true , just like me Who pays the bills? she has a special binder just for taxes Do they have any fears for their future? all the fears actually Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? she cannot cook but she has 10/10 ordered takeout , put it on plates and been like :the happy version of the pensive emoji yk the one: i cooked it while the reciept is still on the counter Who uses up all of the hot water? thats very selfish she wld never but she also showers first bc she doesn’t trust him not to ….. Who’s the tallest? they , in american , are the SAME HEIGHT ,,, fuck centimeters Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?Who wanders around in their underwear? clothes are oppressive let them both do it coward Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? it probably turns into a competition until they’re both singing at the top of their lungs …. omg watergate you’re gonna burst a vocal cord oh my god they can’t hear us they have airpods in What do they tease each other about? literally everything …. one of them BREAHTES wrong and the other is like “ ah didnt realise the asthma express was in town “ Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? mickey literally dresses like the fresh prince so u already answered that for me Do they have mutual friends? can the real jack detler please stand up Who crushed first? she ……. did not immediately fall in love with him let me tell u , it took her some solid MONTHS to realise she was in deep for his bitch ass Any alcohol or substance related problems? i wld hope not , #stubie twWho is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? them , together , for getting kicked out of the bar for singing Who swears the most? neither ? 

#vampiresmiled #004. emma / phillips » all posts. #006. emma / phillips » featuring mikhail.

[lolabean1998]

Avengers Fanfic - 3rd Super Soldier (Part 4)

That night the whole team gathered for a team meeting and to get to know you. It was nice seeing everyone together, laughing and joking together. It made you think of a loving family, Steve and Bucky cooked up an old recipe from there childhood whilst everyone asked you questions and told stories, you were having too much fun to notice that Steve and Bucky already knew the answers to the questions you were asked. You tried your best to answer every question but there was only so much you could remember about yourself, your memories were spotty and blurred so you found it difficult to talk about your past or explain how you knew things about yourself like your favourite food or colour.

"Ok guy's settle down. Let the poor kid eat in peace, she's supposed to be resting. Doctors orders." Banner called as every one settled around the dinner table. The food was amazing, it was nothing fancy but never the less was incredible, the flavours dancing around in your mouth mixed with the happy family environment gave you an odd feeling of home. It had awoken something deep down inside that you didn't even realise was there, the sense of safety. At this moment, surrounded by new friends, great food and laughter, you felt untouchable, safe, snug... Home.

"What are you grinning at, Cheshire cat?" A young boy called Peter asked, chuckling at the huge grin plastering your face.

"I may be the Cheshire cat but you, my friend, are the caterpillar." You quipped cheerfully, you didn't have an answer to that question yet.

"Oooh, looks like you've got some competition there Sam, looks like Miss Y/N is giving you a run for your money." Peter teased as he helped clear the table.

"Miss Y/N? Jeez you make me sound old, call me Y/N/N!" You smiled making your way over to the sofa with everyone, ready for the movie. You didn't notice Bucky and Steve flinch at the nickname you had given, you had no idea that it was them that had given you the nickname almost a century ago. You found a spot on a sofa a little way from everyone else, all though you'd had a great meal and a laugh with every one you still felt the need to distance yourself a bit from the whole group. They were just so close knit, you didn't want intrude.

"That's not happening!" Bucky stated, picking you up from behind and carrying you over to the sofa right in the middle of the group.

"Bucky,what are you doing? Put me down, rabbit teeth!" You cried, feeling very confused about the reason behind his behaviour, not realising that you had used the nickname you had given him when you were little. Bucky placed you in a spot beside Steve, taking his spot on the other side.

"I grew into my rabbit teeth thank you very much!" Bucky snorted, giving you a cheeky grin to show he was only playing.

"Yeah but it took a good couple of years didnt Buck." Steve blurted through giggles. You sat awkwardly between the two, the feeling that you had missed the obvious washing over you in waves. Bucky noticed you stiff posture and pulled you towards him a little, rubbing your arm to reassure you.

"Will you clowns shut it so we can start the movie!" Tony called throwing a handful of popcorn your way.

"Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right, here i am, stuck in the middle with you." You sang just loud enough for Bucky and Steve to hear, pulling a very surprised glance from the pair of them. "What? I know stuff!" You claimed defensively. You spent the night watching Star Wars with the rest of the team, throwing popcorn to Peter whenever he came out with random facts about the movie. At some point during the night Bucky's arm had wrapped around your shoulders pulling you closer and you had snuggled comfortably into his side. The pair of you remained in that position for the entire night, too absorbed in the movie and eachothers warmth to notice the silent bets being made beneath your noses. When the movie marathon was finally over, the team dispersed disappearing to their rooms for some much needed sleep. Steve and Bucky walked you to your new room making sure you were ok before heading to their own rooms. It was plain and simple but Tony had still managed to kit it out with some great technology you didn't understand, the walls were bright and cheerful, the bed was soft and comfy, dressed in your favourite colour. There was a small desk tucked in the corner by the glass wall overlooking achres of green behind a gorgeous outdoor swimming pool. You scanned the room, looking for any other possible entry points besides the door, checking the onsuite bathroom pulling down the shower curtain as you went. Every one knows knows that's the first place a murderer would hide, Duh. Once you were certain the room was safe, you threw on the pair of pale blue pyjamas the were neatly folded on your bed and snuggled into bed, Closing your heavy eyes and swiftly drifting off to sleep. You hadn't been asleep long when the nightmares began again. Flashes of long needles pushing into your veins and different doctors and scientists all wearing that same cruel, blood chilling grin, rapidly became clearer and clearer until it felt as though she was there relieving the torture. The sound of your own screaming freed you from the haunting horrors of your past. Your once fluffy pyjamas now clung to your sweat soaked skin, the duvet had been launched across the room and was now covering the desk and there were several fist shaped dents in the concrete wall above your bed. You lay there for a moment catching your breath and gathering some form of composure before deiciding to take a cold shower, throw on a pair of jogging bottums and a sports bra and head to the training room.

You walked silently down the corridor opting to take the stairs instead of risking waking anyone with the unnecessarily loud ping of the elevator. The training room was dark and empty, with only the equiptment to keep you company. A punch bag in the corner of the gym caught your eye and you knew it was the perfect distraction from the night mares. You wandered cautiously over, keeping the lights off so you wouldn't draw attention if someone was to walk past. After scooting carefully past the rest of the equiptment you reached the large punch bag, although it looked brand new it already had several odd patches over it from being beaten by super humans with metal arms you figured. Taking a deep calming breath you took your position before dealing the bag a powerful blow to the centre, quickly followed by a procession of fierce hits and kicks. Allowing you body to take control and putting full force into every punch and kick, the memories of your H.Y.D.R.A training flooding back with each move you used. The memory of your first training session hitting you with full force, the yelling from the perverted commander ringing loud and clear in your ears, the teeth shattering jolt of electricity from the tazer stick they used running through your body like it did every time they used it. Muscle memory is a gift to most people but those few, it is the greatest curse of all. The memory of the high voltage tazer they used, had you dropping to the floor and foaming at the mouth reflecting the fits that foul weapon would induce. The fear of being tazed again had you up and fighting again the minute you regained control of your body, each time you rose your hits would be harder and more precise, splitting each bag you used. You didn't know how long you had been there, reliving the same memory over and over again unable to escape but judging by the thick layer of sweat on your skin and the foam by your mouth it had been a good couple of hours. You lay fitting and foaming at the mouth when Bucky arrived, he too had been suffering from nightmares. It wasn't until he turned the gym lights on that he saw you shaking on the floor, foam oozing out your mouth and every muscle in your body twitching and tensing making the veins in your face and neck pop with rage. He instinctively rushed over to wake you from your trance. By the time he reached you, you were already up on your feet and back to attacking the punch bag in front of you, handing it a powerful upper cut and splitting yet another bag. He could hear you muttering words of instruction to yourself as you changed the bag, but they were odd, you weren't talking to yourself you were repeating the demands of some one else.

"Y/N, Y/N, it's not real you can stop. Come home Y/N!" Bucky soothed carefully edging closer to you, his movements slow so he wouldn't startle you. He knew startling you would cause even more trouble. But just as he got within a couple of feet, the instructions changed, you were reliving another memory, triggered by his approach. Before he knew what was happening you had spun round to face him and were throwing punchs and kicks left, right and centre. Without meaning to Bucky had started a battle he desperately didn't want to fight, but you were relentless the instructions being bellowed at you were slipping off your lips like a mantra. "Come on doll, i need you to wake up! This isn't real!" Bucky called but you were too far gone, he was out of options. He skillfully brought the fight to the mats, where you couldn't as much damage, the whole time using defensive moves so he didn't harm you. "F.R.I.D.A.Y I'm going to need some help down here." he called helplessly.

"I have notified the Team, they are on their way!" F.R.I.D.A.Y replied almost immediately.

"Come on Y/N stop this please. You're home doll, you're home!" Bucky continued trying to get through to you, trying to pull you from the horrors that had engulfed you. Within seconds, the team arrived, bursting through the door. Banner's face immediately crumpled into an angry glare when he saw, Y/N fighting Bucky. "Come on doll, i really need you to stop now. If you don't Banner's gunna kill me." Bucky pleaded, dodging several different moves from a multitude of different martial arts. Sam and Peter went to help Bucky but were hurriedly pulled back by Steve and Banner.

"If we go in now we're only going to freak her out more, we need to think about this instead of going in guns blazing." Steve commanded, looking back up to see you rapidly becoming more and more aggressive, Bucky had no choice, he was going to have to fight. "You're going to have to fight back, it's the only way you get out of this Bucky." Your fist faultered at the mention of Bucky's name, somewhere deep inside you heard. Seeing this gave Steve an idea. "Ok here's the plan." Steve spun round to face the team, "Parker, i need you and Clint on those beams, on my mark, fire to disable only and avoid any tazers. Vision you and Wanda jumpin once the rest of use have her held down, i need you to step in if we can't get through to her. the rest of you surround the mats and make sure you go unnoticed. Let's go." The team split up, taking their designated posts,waiting for the signal. Bucky continued talking to you and trying to reach you, he couldn't help thinking he could have prevented all of this if he had just stayed with you. Once Bucky had guided you to the centre of the room  Steve gave to signal, Parker and clint immediately fired, covering you in webs and nets. As soon as you were down the rest of the group launched into action, pinning you down so Banner could give you a sedative. The second the needle touched your skin you let out a petrified scream, the fear in your voice sent Bucky flying to the rescue tearing the needle from Banners hand before it could pierce the skin.

"We do this the hard way with out needles or people snooping around in her head." Bucky insisted, the sound of your terrified screams and the raw determination in your struggle for freedom was too much to handle. "Hey Y/N/N, i need you to come home now. Its Bucky and Steve, we're here to take you home." Bucky soothed, his flesh arm softly stroking your wet hair.

"Leave him alone. Leave him alone." You mumbled, repeating the words over and over but this was different from what you had been saying before hand, this was from a much earlier memory.

"The bullies are gone now Y/N/N, you can go home now. They've gone there's no need to fight any more sweetie. Let Bucky take you home." Nat insisted softly, She had caught onto the memory that was now flashing through your mind. You were back home, squaring up to group of boys bigger and older than you, standing up for a kid you'd never met. She gave Bucky a gentle nudge with her foot, signalling for him to countinue, your screaming had subsided entirely now and your mumbles were getting quieter with every verse.

"It's time to come home doll. You were great, but its time to go home." Bucky whispered, your head now rested on his lap, the finger tips of his flesh hand tracing patterns up and down your arm.

"Come on Y/N/N, you're going to make Rabbit Teeth late for dinner." Steve added, keeping his voice warm and soft. You were almost home, almost back to reality but something dark still had a firm grasp on you setting in another wave of terror. Your panicking limbs fought against the webs and bodies hold them down.

"I WANNA GO HOME! LET ME GO! LET ME GOOOO!" You shrieked, the force of your voice tearing at your vocal cords as you kicked and screamed for your freedom.

"Pull her out!" Steve commanded, giving Vision and Wanda permission to dive into her mind. The pair linked hands before searching through the hellish maze of you mind for you. They found you trapped in a strange glass box covered in ice, screaming to be let out, Wanda didn't hesitate to shatter the glass box and grab a firm hold of your wrist, nodding to Vision to pull them out when she was ready. Your body froze as you zoomed through your mind past the doors to your nightmares and the reaching arms desperately trying to pull you into a torture chamber from your past, landing back into reality with a wheezing gasp and a thud.

"Y/N! Are you ok? How are you feeling? What hurts?" Bucky rushed, the second your eyes opened.

"My eye's." You groaned, staring up at Bucky's worried face. "My eye's hurt!" Bucky looked at you in confusion, he thought you're hands or head would be the first thing to come to mind. "But the pain will go once i stop looking at your ugly mug." You teased giving him a cheeky but painful grin. "What the fuck are you guys doing and why do i feel like I've been hit by 14 buses?" You questioned feeling exceptionally confused as to why everyone was sat around staring at you in the training room in the middle of the night. The team released your limbs, allowing you to sit up and give Bucky a peck on the cheek for being a good sport.

"Y/N what exactly do you remember?" Tony asked in his signature tone pulling a very confused look from you tired and sweaty face.

"Um, going to bed!" You stated matter of factly, feeling more confused by the second.

"So you don't remember anything at all about the last few hours?" Tony asked with concern, you didn't find this amusing any more, you're body hurt all over, you were drenched in sweat and Bucky had several bruises dotted across his face and arm. You sat there in silence for a moment, taking stock of your injuries; broken hand, bruised elbows, legs and feet, bloody knuckles, bruise to the back of your head and what felt like dried foam on the edge of your mouth. What the hell have you been up to girl? It was almost like Bucky had read your mind because just as you opened your mouth to speak he cut you off.

"You had a really bad night terror and took it out on a few punch bags until i stopped you and focused your attention on me." He explained carefully, making sure he didn't trigger any more nasty memories.

"Let's get you cleaned up!" Nat suggested when you struggled to remember what happened, she thought it was best to keep your mind off the the last couple of hours. You nodded in agreement before clambering to your feet.

"Good idea you stink!" Bucky teased covering his nose as he helped you up, your legs were sore and it hurt to stand, you tried to walk but stumbled over after the first two steps, the strength in your legs had been completely drained away and even your super human healing was struggling. Vision quickly swept you up in his arms before you could fall again whilst Bucky waited with Steve an Tony, watching as everyone went back to bed leaving the three of them alone together.

"Why has this only just happened now? Why not when she was healing? What changed?" Tony pondered, the vision of you screaming in fear on the floor still front and centre in his mind.

"We left her to sleep on her own. When she was recovering people were checking in on her all the time, this is the first time she's been alone." Steve pointed out after a moments thought.

"But what about during the night? Who was with her then?" Tony questioned, desperately trying to get to the bottum of your nightmares.

"I was, she was in my room. When ever she started talking or moving in her sleep, I'd tell her she was ok and hold her hand. She was so easily brought back i didn't think this would happen!" Bucky explained, guilt weighing heavy in his voice.

"This wasn't your fault Buck, you couldn't have known this was going to happen. None of us did." Steve reassured as the three men headed back to their rooms. Just as they were making their way down the corridor leading to their rooms they were met by Banner and Wanda.

"We need to talk!" Banner declared seriously, his face was twisted into a worried and sad expression.

"I'll leave you guys to it. I need to see if Y/N's ok." Bucky admitted before heading down to your room at the other end of the corridor. The group waited for him to be out of ear shot before continuing.

"What i saw in her mind, was horrifying. The traumas she's been through are taking over the memories of her past, the memories with you." Wanda reported with a heavy heart, the horrors she saw in your mind were enough to make her head explode.

"There's something else as well." Banner added, placing a comforting hand on Wanda's shoulder, he knew what she had to say next was going to shake the team to the core.

"She escaped with a USB full of all their mission plans, she hid it somewhere but the only way to find it is to make her remember." Wanda explained, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she spoke. She could feel all the pain you had felt, see all the memories you had blocked out and it was crushing her.

"And if she remembers the chances of her surviving are slim." Banner finished, he knew that reliving the horrors of your past would destroy you. 

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[spitefulqueenofdemons]

The empath (Bucky x reader)

AN: hi. It’s well past time that I should be asleep but let’s just go ahead an write a fanfic. Requests are open so drop me an ask or something.

Pairing: bucky x reader, duh.

Warning: major angst, launguage, angsty smut, fluff

Summary : you are what people call an empath, meaning you can feel anything anybody else is feeling, but only when you touch them

You didn’t know how you ended up living with the Avengers in the complex. You were completely invaluable. You had no combat skills, or skills with firearms. You had no real value on the field. The only thing special about you was the fact that you were an empath.

When you first discovered your abilities, you were the second grade. Before that you were too young to fully understand why you felt so many things. But in second grade whenever anybody touched you you were bombarded with emotions that were not your own. It terrified you. For some reason the only people that didn’t project their emotions where people with blood relationship to you.

After becoming a pariah in your school system by High School you had completely dropped out. After the New York incident agents of.shield contacted you. For some unknown reason they wanted you in their Avengers program. They gave you a choice. Either stay alone and isolated forever or join. Needless to say you joined the Avengers.

Compound life was simple. You kept to yourself the others really bothered you. You even begin to make friends. After Wanda lost Pietro, she opened up to you and you were able to use your abilities to help understand and comfort her. That was when the others began open up also. You became like a therapist to the others. The only one that didn’t open up to you was Bucky.

It wasn’t like you didn’t try. You offered to help him when he seem to be down. You knew about his past. How he was brainwashed by Hydra. How he had been tortured countless times before. But he was strong and didn’t want help.

“ Bucky, are you okay? ” you asked one particularly bad afternoon.

He’s simply grunted a reply before stalking away to the kitchen. Whenever he was in a bad mood you seem to turn to food as a comfort. You could see the appeal.

You followed him and sat at the Middle Island on one of the stools. “ please buck just tell me what’s on your mind.” You pleaded gently.

Bucky pulled out a half-eaten rotisserie chicken. I had been bought 3 days ago nobody wanted to touch it since then. “I’m hungry.” He tried to play it off as if that was what was on his mind.

Only you knew better. “ come on. Whatever you have to say I promise I’ve heard worse.”

He took a large bite of the still cold chicken.

you gave up that evening and left Bucky do whatever he tended to deal when he was alone. To be honest he probably only ate.

A few days later after everybody got home from a mission it was time for your therapy sessions with everyone again.

Wanda was first. She was the easiest to get to. You put your hands over top of hers and let her feelings overwhelm yours. The easiest feelings to recognize first was grief over her lost brother, anger at the general population for letting horrible things happen, and the feeling that you had not yet felt from her before. You have recognized it in a few of the other Avengers emotions. It was love.

“Wanda?” You began, encasing her hand gently in yours. Her powerful hands. “Is there a special someone?” You asked, thinking of anybody she may have a connection with.

The young woman gave a sheepish smile. “Yes. I have been getting closer to Vision.” Her heavy accent made the words seem far more mystical than they originally were meant to be.

You found yourself giddy with joy. Your little Wanda has finally found a new source of love and happiness. “Vision is a good…. whatever he is.”

“And what about you?” The girl asked. “Are you still too scared to touch other men….not including the Avengers.” She referred to your inability to open up to others outside of the complex.

socialization had never been your specialty. So you really ever went out to the real world. And when you did you make extra special care not to touch anybody. You were scared that if you would’ve then you wouldn’t have liked what you felt. It was a perfectly acceptable fear but I had turned into an unhealthy attempt to never be touched.

You shrugged. “Yeah. I have enough to worry about here. I don’t need the added stress of strangers. ” You admitted.

Wanda pet your hand gently. “Have you gotten anything out of Bucky yet?” She asked.

You thought to all your failed attempts to open him up, and you gave a defeated sigh. “I’m pretty sure he hates me.” You admitted.

your dreams at night were same as almost every night. It was chaotic. You never truly knew what was happening. At one point there was a blue light and drop out of a train. There are so many men all the time crowding around you. It was almost as if you could feel pain all the time. Not pain like you feel when you are touching someone but actual physical pain. And one word seemed to stick out to you. Comply.

You woke earlier than you usually woke up. It took you several moments before you realized it wasn’t morning. In fact it was only 3 a.m. . You clutched your arm there is a splitting pain radiating from your temples all the way to the tips of your fingers. You have never woken like this before.

a sudden screaming pierce your ears and you shot out of bed. “Friday.” You whispered to the artificial intelligence that ran the complex. “Where is that screaming coming from?” You asked.

“Mr. Barnes has night terrors every night. ” the voice informed you.

You got out of bed and went into the Hall to find Bucky’s room. You have never been to Bucky’s room before but you figured it was about time. It seems as if the screaming was getting even louder the further you went.

When you opened the door, you saw Bucky’s large form on the bed, rolling and writhing. You saw that his mouth wasn’t open but you still heard the screaming. The screaming was in your head. You Hurried over to the bed and sat on the edge before putting your hand on Bucky’s shoulder to wake him. Half a heartbeat before you could touch him his eyes snapped open.

“Buck, I…..” You didn’t know what to say.

The man had a mixture of emotions in his eyes. You didn’t have to be empathic to feel his anger.

“I’m sorry.” You managed to say.

Before you could get up to leave his Metal Arm shot out like a bullet and grab you around the neck. You know if he squeeze he could crush your bones and kill you.

Your own fingers wrapped around his arm trying to claw at it. “Bucky, please.” You managed to gasp out.

In A desperate attempt to get free you put your hand on his face. You’re filled with a weird sensation and suddenly you were taking back to your dreams. The confusion and pain and compliance that you had felt in your sleep was bombarding your waking emotions.

Something registered in Bucky’s eyes and he let go. “What are you doing here? ” He asked, scooting toward the end of the bed in a swift movement.

“You were screaming. ” You whispered, still confused over the entire thing. “I was going to wake you.”

The two of you sat in silence before you looked at him again. “Why didn’t you tell me about your nightmares?” You asked finally.

“Everyone around here has nightmares. Go bother them. ” He said, completely resigned from you.

You took a deep breath before blurting “Yeah, but not all of them I can experience too.” You said. His eyes went wide. “I have been sharing your nightmare for weeks now. I didn’t get it until I touched you just then.” You informed him. “Somehow, your issues are my issues, so let me help.”

“How?” He asked.

You hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Give me your hand.” You held out your own hand.

Almost reluctantly Bucky put his hand in yours. The emotions varied so greatly that it took you several moments to identify even one. The first one was obviously fear. You assumed that the fear was probably because he thought that his new life was too good to be true. That maybe it was just a dream. That he would wake up and be a Hydra captive again.

“What are you scared of? ” You asked.

He simply shrugged. “Lots of things.” He said. Your silence urged him to elaborate. “ I’m scared that my best friend might trust the wrong person or walk into the Trap and die. I’m scared I might wake up and still be locked up in Russia.” He hesitated. “And I’m scared that we might never figure out what my issue is and you might be stuck with my baggage forever.”

“Bucky. No matter what we do here there will always be something to be afraid of. There always being something to come and bite Steve in the butt or there might be a little bit of doubt that any of this is real. But that doesn’t mean that you should give up. Or that you should hide from your problems.”

the next major motion you could identify is regret. This one you had no idea why he would feel it.

“Buck, what do regret? ” you asked jumping into this next part

He cocked an eyebrow. “That’s a loaded questions. If I answer that we will be here all night.” He said with a humorless smile.

You simply closed your eyes and dug deeper, not willing to let go of his hand. You could feel the trauma that Hydra had inflicted on him. You could feel his uncertainty over almost everything. You could feel his guilt. You even felt his compassion and love.

When you looked back at the man he was watching you carefully. “Why are you crying? ” He asked, using his Metal hand to wipe off your tears.

“Why aren’t you?” You asked, cupping his cheek with a hand while the other one held tight to his. “All that pain. How can you bare it?”

He had sad eyes. “The good out ways the bad.” He said.

“Bucky. How can I help this. Help you?” You asked, not moving your hand from his face.

“Just stay here with me tonight.” He requested.

You nodded before the both of you began to situate yourselves. He took the side of the bed closest to the door, and you were sandwiched between the wall and his heavy body.

You turned to face the wall and right on the brink of sleep, his cold, metal arm snaked around your waist and pulled you close against his body. Where your skin touched, you could feel his emotions. Some were the same as before, but now there was a feeling of lust and longing. It mirrored your own.

You turned your body to face him, and found him staring at you. You stretched and met his lips with yours. You felt his surprise and reluctance as his lips started to move against yours. His tongue swirled against yours in a dance of desperate need.

Your fingers ran down his bare chest and hooked at his pj pants. He pulled away. “Y/n. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He breathed.

“But I want to.” You said before grabbing your own shirt and tugging it over your head. You hadn’t worn a bra to bed, and it made things much easier.

Bucky’s hands cupped your breasts and his lips overlapped yours again. He started to lean back and you found yourself on top if his muscular form. In a swift motion, you had pulled off your shorts and your panties. You were fully exposed.

His hands trailed down and held you by the waist before forcing you on your back. You could feel his desperate need for you. You couldn’t even pull away if you wanted to. His need was too strong.

Bucky pulled his pants and underwear down around his ankles. When you looked down you could see the outline of his erection in the dark. His lips found your neck and he slowly began to guide his shaft into your own wet core.

You gasped and your fingers grasped roughly at his back. “Buck.” You managed to whisper as his body started to move, filling you with more pleasure than you had ever felt before.

The two of you moved in a dance that could only be described as a primal need. The closer you got to orgasm, the more amplified you could feel your partner’s emotions. He was getting close too.

Your orgasm took over and you found yourself shaking with pleasure. “Oh Bucky!” You tried to keep yourself quiet.

He gave a shuddering thrust and grunted as you felt ropes of cum squirt out of his member.

After that, it was easy for you to fall asleep, and you didn’t feel nearly as much of the pain that was there before. Bucky didn’t have nightmares. You had helped.

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