#stayed as an undercover Seb

[late-to-the-party-81]

Power Play - Chapter 1

AN: And here is Week 5 of HBS and the start of a new multi-chapter fic, this one a Bucky x Reader story, cos I like to give you all some variety. This also strays into Soft!Dark! Territory, cos, you know… Mob! Bucky. Thanks @buckybarnesevents for the inspo.

I’ve chosen the prompt When I first met you... Electricity

Beta’d by @buckysbarne

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and banner by me. Pictures of Seb courtesy of https://sebastian-stan.com/

Master list | Hot Bucky Summer Master list

Summary: Waking up in a mobster’s house the morning after the night before was not how this was supposed to go…

Relationship: Mob! Bucky x Undercover Agent! Reader

WC: 2.3k

CW: Kidnap, Manipulation, Soft!Dark! Bucky, Alcohol consumption, Reader briefly believes Bucky will force her against her will (use of R word once), kissing, Russian Pet names as mangled by Google translate (all variations of sweetheart/darling except Pchelka, which is explained.)

Your head was foggy and your mouth grainy as you opened your eyes, blinking against the harshness of the late morning sun coming through the window.

“Good morning, Pchelka.” Strong fingers gripping your chin and pinching your jaw harshly, brought you out of your stupor, and you looked up at the owner of the gravelly voice. 

“Did you sleep well? I slept like a log. I’m going to say that it was because of the connection we made last night.” He chuckled darkly. “Did you feel it, sladkiy? The electricity when I first took your hand in mine? Because I did.” His body shivered at the memory, and you felt a fission of fear travel down your spine.

His eyes were blue - cool and chilling - and you wished you were looking at them under different circumstances. Wished you were here with him under different circumstances, because although he was your enemy, you weren’t blind.

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes. Revered head of the New York Mob, and so sinfully handsome it was no wonder that men and women swooned at his feet.

“Are you going to answer me, Pchelka?”

His brow was arched, amusement still playing at his lips. Challenging you to defy him.

“I’m not your ‘little bee’. And I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He let your face go with a snort that told you that he knew you were lying. Because you were. How could you not have felt it, when your slim hand had been completely engulfed by his when you’d been introduced? When he’d raised your hand, gently turning it to press a kiss to the fluttering vein in your wrist.

You should have known then that you were fucked. Should have called the whole thing off and got out of there. 

But no. You’d decided that you had to stay - had to pull your big girl pants up, get a hold of yourself and prove to everyone else that you were capable of carrying out this mission. You wondered if your colleagues, your fellow agents, were trying to actually rescue you, or were they laughing at your ineptitude?

Barnes crossed to the far side of the room, a classic dark wood office with floor-to-ceiling bookcases filled with leather-bound tomes. Turkish wool rugs covered the wooden floor that matched all of the furniture. He picked up a decanter, poured a hefty measure of amber liquid into a matching tumbler and brought it up to his lips. You didn’t even realise that you were watching him that intently until he smirked.

He walked back over to you, power and grace showing with every move of his body. He sank into a crouch before you, dipped his finger into the alcohol and then painted it over your lips. Instinctually you licked it away, and the whisky burned on your tongue.

“They think you’re dead, by the way.” That got your attention, making you halt with your mouth part open, tongue tip still midway through catching the errant drops he’d applied. His finger returned to the glass, then back to your lips once again as you sat, stock still. 

A sudden anger burned through you, and you tried to leap to your feet, but you hadn’t counted on the bonds that tied you to the chair. You struggled against them, hands curling into fists and feet ineffectually kicking as you let out a wail of frustration.

“Tsk tsk.” Barnes admonished you for your reaction as he stood and backed up to rest against the edge of his, no doubt antique, desk. “And here I was thinking you’d be more grateful. If you’d continued in that job you’d have died of boredom, milyy. Just think. I’ve actually saved you.” He took another sip of his drink, observing you and you wanted to shrink under his gaze - you had to look a mess.

Your evening gown, which had looked stunning on you when you’d gotten ready for this op, was now torn and filthy. Your nail polish was chipped, a couple of the nails torn, and no doubt your makeup was smeared across your face. Somewhere along the line, you’d lost your shoes, or had they been taken from you? Admittedly a lot of it was a blur and you’d also been unconscious for some time, only waking up once you were here, tied to this chair, a smirking Barnes looking down on you.

Conversely, he looked so put together it should be illegal. Last night he’d smouldered in a dinner suit, but this morning he exuded power and danger. His shirt was black, with two opened buttons, showing off the silver rope chain around his neck. His suit jacket and pants were also black but covered with a wide pinstriped check. He had a large signet ring on the pinky of his left hand, and silver and black onyx ring on the adjacent ring finger, and it was hard to take your eyes off them. His pants were tight across his crotch, leaving little to the imagination, and he’d finished off his outfit with a pair of patent black boots and a pair of blue-tinted sunglasses, perched on his head. In a nutshell, he was sex personified and you needed to get your head back in the game before you did something you’d regret.

“You’re deluded, you know that?”

“Focused, Pchelka. Not deluded. I didn’t get where I am now without knowing what I wanted and taking it. And I want you. I think you want me too.”

It was your turn to snort, and you didn’t bother to hide your derision. “In your dreams!”

He was back in front of you in an instant, his beringed fingers curling into the leather chair back, his face millimetres from your own.

“I don’t think I imagined how you trembled when you were in my arms, lyubimyy. When I led you around the dance floor and you felt as though you were made to fit in my embrace. I don’t think I imagined how you sighed and leaned against me as I spoke soft words in your ears.”

Heat burned your cheeks and you tried for some bravado.

“All an act, I assure you. As you know, you were my mark.”

His mouth broke into a feral grin and, for the first time, you were worried. Worried about what he had in store for you… and worried that you might like it.

“You keep telling yourself that. I don’t think you’ll be able to maintain that lie when you’re screaming my name later.”

“I didn’t know your name was Rapist.”

He moved one hand from the back of the chair to rest at the base of your throat, fingers applying just enough pressure to remind you who was in control here.

“Don’t insult both of us, Pchelka. When I take you, you will welcome it. Want it. You will be begging me to make you mine. And I think it will happen sooner than you think.” His voice was a hypnotic whisper, and you could feel yourself spiralling, enchanted by the power that he exuded from every pore, so when he kissed you, you were unprepared.

Barnes used the thumb of the hand he had around your neck to tip your chin up. His pink, sinful lips demanded entry efficiently and you were powerless to resist. His mouth explored yours, tongues tangling, and when he teasingly broke the kiss you were horrified to find that you were whimpering.

Your captor just continued to smile, animalistic and condescending.

“Electric, as I said. You betray yourself without even meaning too. It’s a good thing that I’m a nice man, and I’m not torturing you for information. You wouldn’t last five minutes.”

Feelings of anger, shame and embarrassment rose within you. He was right, god damn it. You weren’t cut out for this work. You knew it. He knew it. The people you worked with knew it. Backroom paper shuffling was where you excelled, but there was no way you could’ve turned down the opportunity for undercover work, because success would have meant a level of recognition and respect that you could never have hoped, to gain otherwise, even if the op was a classic, and somewhat demeaning, honey-trap. 

You closed your eyes and willed the tears not to fall.

“Please, Mr Barnes. Just let me go. I don’t know anything. Nothing has happened here that can’t be forgotten.”

“Call me Bucky, lyubimaya. And I don’t want to let you go, or forget you. Stay here with me. Leave those narrow-minded idiots you work for. I would treat you with the respect you deserve. And you wouldn’t just be on my arm and in my bed, you would be by my side. You have useful skills that shouldn’t be wasted.”

Your eyes snapped back open and looked at him in surprise and confusion. “What do you mean?”

Barnes - Bucky - ran the knuckles of his left hand down your cheek, the coldness of his rings a balm to your heated flesh. Tattoos peeked out from under his sleeve, twisting and winding down his skin, and onto his fingers. Vines and flowers and thorns. Letters of the Cyrillic alphabet.

“You think that I would bring you here, to the seat of my power if I didn’t already know every… little… thing… about you? I know what your role was before you started this ill-advised op. I know where you lived. I know what cereal you like for breakfast and what your regular coffee order is. You’re always flitting too and fro, concentrating on work. Busy as a bee.”

You weren’t sure why you weren’t shocked, but you asked him all the same. “There’s a mole inside my unit?”

“Of course, Pchelka. There’s always a mole. Always someone who is more than willing to trade loyalty for power and money, or someone who is so desperate that they can be easily persuaded. Desperate people do desperate things, and tell themselves they aren’t really the bad ones, it’s just their circumstances.”

Both his hands had now settled on your waist, the size of them making you feel smaller than you often thought of yourself. Bucky himself was still on his knees, between your bound, spread legs, his torso virtually pressed against your inner thighs. You absently noticed that the knife you’d placed in a thigh holder was missing. No doubt Bucky or his men had found it almost straight away once you’d been rendered unconscious. You hoped it had been the man in front of you - the idea of being touched in such an intimate place by someone other than him was abhorrent. A part of you wondered why you didn’t think that him touching you was also horrifying.

“And which one do you think I am? Disloyal or desperate?” You arched your brow, trying to ignore the way his fingers were branding you through the satin of your dress.

“You, milyy, are a secret third thing. You are an intelligent woman, who makes decisions based on all the information available. It’s not disloyalty if you’ve been betrayed first. It’s also not desperation that would make you join me if I have no pressure point - no sick aunt, no cousin in debt to a loan shark, that sort of thing. If you joined me it would be because you wanted to. Because you saw the merits of such an action.”

You had to admit, his offer was tempting. You hated your job and you hated your co-workers. It was still a ‘boy’s club’ and all the inclusion and diversity training in the world couldn’t counteract the toxic masculinity that the job attracted. You hated that, despite putting up with this job for so many years, you were still living in a crappy apartment with too long a commute to work.. You hated that, despite the fact you never even got around to taking your PTO, you also weren’t making any decent deposits into your savings account. Okay, you weren’t quite living paycheck to paycheck, but you were by no means where you thought you’d be by now. 

The long hours also meant little time to socialise, and the friends you’d once had, had all dropped away one by one as you’d cancelled one social engagement after another. This also meant that your love life was, as the song goes, DOA, and after a while, all the toys in the world failed to satisfy. Which also meant that the feeling of soft, expensive wool, encasing a warm, hard body, rubbing against your inner thighs was upsetting your equilibrium quite a bit.

Then, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to you, his face dipped closer again, his breath, tinged with whisky, fanning over you.

“Imagine how it would feel, Pchelka. The power. The pleasure. You’d want for nothing. Every need would be met. Every whim indulged.”

It was your turn to shiver and as your eyes fluttered closed again you heard him chuckle.

“You want it, don’t you. You want me and everything I can give you. It’s okay to want those things. I want things as well. I want you, lyubimyy. I’ve waited a long time for a Queen.” 

“You don’t know me…” Your denial was whispered, and even you didn’t believe what you’d said.

“But I do. I know exactly what you need...”

His lips captured yours once more, but this time you didn’t even pretend not to respond. You drank him in as though he would quench your thirst and you only remembered your bonds again when your body strained against them. Your knees managed to dig into his waist though, and you felt him smile against your lips.

His hands slid from your waist, to one wrist and then the other, freeing them. You threw your arms around his neck, not even trying to get away. In any case, your ankles were still bound.

Your fingers brushed over the short hair on the sides and back of his head, the strands prickling your skin. His own hands were now cupping your face as he continued to kiss you, and you knew what was going to happen. You were falling under his spell.

Chapter 2

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#hot bucky summer #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x female reader #mob!bucky x reader #mob!bucky #late writes

[scarfacemarston]

The crappy photoshop is a bonus for y'all. Graphic design is not my passion. : P Seb is a lot easier to find pics for, imo. Sometimes, Alex goes undercover which allows him to be a bit of a chameleon. Dan has a lot of the vibes that I like, but he tends to have one look, which if Alex isn't undercover, totally works. I'm interested in vibes or if the info helps! He is mainly a Red Dead Redemption OC, but I've placed him in a Modern Au, Vampire AU, and DND verse.

Name: Dr. Aleksandr Nikolai Malinov (Anglicized name: Alexander Malin) Age: 35

Personality: Seemingly extroverted, friendly, polite, and charming. Secretly, he is an anxious introvert. Like his sister Natalia, he is also very intelligent but is more cunning due to his life experiences. While bright enough to complete medical training, he decided to pursue other options in secret. He has a keen mind for strategy and thinking outside of the box and likes to play chess to stay sharp. Alex has been described as very slippery and always has an escape route in mind. He has no issues doing what needs to be done, no matter what. He will seduce, intimidate, kill, or bribe whoever he needs to. Like Nat, it is difficult to know what he really thinks of someone or something - this is in part due to his Russian culture.

 He’ll shift like a chameleon to whatever that person likes or dislikes. However, he knows himself better than he’d like to admit.  Despite this, he puts on a face to hide the deep anger, sadness, and pain he holds inside. He has a lot of self-loathing and tends to brood. In addition, he has extreme self-destructive tendencies. He loves his sister but feels very pressured to provide and be a good influence. However, he knows that he can’t be her knight in shining armor. If anything, she is a good influence on him. He can be a very sweet and loving person when he feels safe enough to do so. Secretly, he would like nothing more than to settle down, get married, and have children. He is the polar opposite of Nat in this matter - but he’s a commitment-phobe due to his anxiety and life situations. Show patience and genuine interest and he’s bound to put those walls down. His bio is here.

#rdr 2 #sebastian stan #dan stevens #van der linde gang #red dead redemption 2 #tagging for visability Im sorry but it's a one time thing! #josiah trelawny #hosea matthews #abigail marston #sean macguire #abigail roberts #dutch van der linde #john marston #lenny summers #tilly jackson #sadie adler #karen jones #mary beth gaskill #arthur morgan #molly o'shea

[bwoahtastic]

i love toto and nico so much. toto's company is taking over another company so he's had a lot of meetings and a lot of late nights at the office. he stops by the bar again to grab some dinner before finally going home to little cub seb (who is fast asleep, despite desperately trying to stay awake waiting for papa to come home). nico has been working insane hours on a trafficking case, and because kimi is undercover on another case, he's been doing most of the work alone. he doesn't have time to go home for dinner, so he heads to the bar to try and get something to eat (definitely not hoping the handsome alpha who bought him fries is there again).

the kitchen is closed, but toto is hardly going to let the beautiful peacock omega leave hungry and so immediately offers to share. nico shyly accepts and they spend the evening chatting again. nico loves listening to toto talk about seb and his latest antics, and about toto's bickering coworkers, and toto thinks that nico is most beautiful when he's ranting passionately about the protection of omegas and cubs. they barely notice any of the people around them, toto's presence is so strong and dominating that the alphas that usually bother nico in bars don't even try to approach him, and the barman has to tell them that they're about to close to get them to finally leave.

nico has to go back to work, but is hopeful that he'll see toto again, and goes to tell him that. neither of them is sure who makes the first move, but the sky is clear and the moon is bright and it's the perfect first kiss. hours later, even as he looks at the details of smuggling rings, nico can't quite get the smile off of his face, toto's phone number burning a hole in his pocket

Oh pls! Both of them going back to the bar in hopes of seeing each other again and they do!

Toto is at the bar eating some food before he goes home to Sebby who is being watched by a baby sitter (maybe Bono ksks). Then nico comes in, looking tired and hungry but the kitchen is closed already... okay maybr toto intentionally ordered too much food, as if he was expecting Nico, and wil happily share with nico. Nico being a little.shy but munching on some fries and nachos and it judt feels so comfortable talking together! Toto talks about what Sebby has been up to and tells Nico proudly that seb made friends with neighborhood kid Dan! Which is exciting cos Seb doesn't make friends that easily besides Britta.

Snd nico talks about his work and Toto is so in awe of him! Not only is Nico beautiful, he is so smart and passionate and Toto adores him.

Nico having to go ans he shyly kisses Toto's check goodbye, and Toto decides to go for it and gives nico his number because he would like to see him again!

Also it would be quite soon after they start seeing each other thst Nico meets Seb I think. Toto and nico get serious fast because they are just meant to be, and Toto wants seb to know Nico because it's important they get along!

#asks #stepmom nico

[munstysmind]

Steve & Harper:

1) who can outdrink the other?

2) who says “I love you” more?

4) who swears more?

6) who forgets their anniversary?

9) who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

10) who usually makes dinner?

18) who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

Chris & Maddie:

3) who has trouble sleeping alone?

4) who swears more?

9) who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

13) who gives the most compliments?

14) who usually starts/causes arguments between them?

15) who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

16) who gives the other cringeworthy pet names?

20) who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

Steve & Harper:

1) who can outdrink the other?

Steve. Harper isn’t much of a drinker past a single glass when they’re out to dinner or celebration. Her dad was a violent drunk and she refuses to find out if she is. She’s never been drunk and never will be.

2) who says "I love you" more?

It’s pretty even. When one says it the other immediately reciprocates. They have a rule, they tell each other in the morning and at night. No matter how busy their days been they take that time to tell each other, even if it’s via text.

4) who swears more?

Steve, although Harper is pretty close behind him. Steve swears more openly where as Harper tends to mutter it under her breath.

6) who forgets their anniversary?

Well, they both forgot their first anniversary. Didn’t realise until a week later when Harper had to check something on the action report from the undercover mission where they hooked up and saw the date.

9) who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

Steve. He’s a massive softy when it comes to children and animals.

10) who usually makes dinner?

Steve. He enjoys cooking and is good at it, Harper is not. She manages to burn canned soup.

18) who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

Steve. Especially when he’s the cause of a fight. Harper tends to play everything over and over in her head for hours trying to figure out where she fucked up when they have a fight, which in turn makes her hold a gridge even if she doesn’t mean too. She’s getting better at not dwelling though.

Chris & Maddie:

3) who has trouble sleeping alone?

Maddie, especially when her fear or anxiety is playing up. It’s a big part of the reason she slept next to Seb for months after her assault, and why she’ll still climb in with him sometimes. Having someone next to her makes her feel safe.

4) who swears more?

Maddie, she’s Australian, it’s pretty self explanatory.

9) who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

Both. They’re total pushovers when it comes to animals. If they had it their way they’d be on a farm with all the animals.

13) who gives the most compliments?

Chris. Travis destroyed Maddie’s confidence. Chris is determined to make sure she knows not a single thing the cunt told her is true. Her messages are full of him telling her how great she was in the latest SPN episode, how beautiful she looks in the latest selfie she posted, daily inspirational quotes that make him think of her.

14) who usually starts/causes arguments between them?

If they have an argument it’s caused by things like frustration, misunderstandings, anxiety ect. The few times they’ve had a fight caused by someone specifically was when Chris kept pushing the topic. But it’s situations where the topic needs to be pushed, like Maddie going to the doctor when she’s sick. He has never and will never push something that doesn’t need to be just because he wants to discuss it then and there because all that does is make Maddie retreat and shit down in self defence.

15) who isn't afraid to embarrass the other in public?

They don’t. They’re both very aware that their every move is watched when they’re in public and they refuse to give anyone anything they can use against them.

16) who gives the other cringeworthy pet names?

Neither. Chris did try to use her childhood family nickname on her once. She shut that down real quick. “I don’t want my boyfriend calling me the name my grandmother calls me”

20) who is more physically passionate? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more...)

Both, but for different reasons. They’re both physically affectionate people but in different ways. Maddie seeks Chris’ touch a lot for comfort, specifically hugs. Chris can tell the difference between a “I’m loving on you” hug and a “I’m scared and anxious” hug. However, outside of physical touch for comfort, Chris is definitely the more passionate one, always wanting to be in contact with her, even if it’s just holding hands or a hand on her lower back. And in the bedroom… the ban worships her.

#munstysmind #inbox #ask game #maddison original series #your weakness series

[hiy-breadcheeks]

He's not Sebastian Stan

ok so i was watching THE romanian interview seb did and i had an idea bc of the question "can u have a gf and go to clubs or bars?" and ya kno,,, enjoy??????

2022 © hiy-breadcheeks– don't copy, repost, or translate.

ok, just imagine walking inside a bar with Sebastian as your boyfriend.

and he's just nervous cause what if they recognize him and your relationship gets exposed?

"babe, just have fun! no one'll recognize you! relax and get drunk, old man."

and even if they did, you had a plan

but he didn't know what obviously

"old??? you're one year younger than me???"

"yep, still old." you teased.

what can u say? teasing sebastian stan is your favorite thing to do, next to kissing his face that is.

you drag your old boyfriend to one of the bar islands, taking a seat immediately.

your undercover date was going great so far. both of you had multiple drinks but no one was drunk yet.

"babe, stop fixing your hat! i can't even see your face now."

"you see me everyday."

"i do. and??? not enough"

sebastian was about to lean in for a kiss when a fan walked excitedly towards you.

"shit. i told you so! damn wait shit"

you laughed at your panicking boyfriend before facing the fan approaching. "omg, hi! can i take a picture-"

"hi-"

you cut off sebastian. "hey, girl! i love your hair!"

he threw you a confused look but you just ignored him.

"oh thank you! uhm, can you take a picture of me with him?" she asked excitedly, making you chuckle.

"with him? why? do you know each other?" she sent you a confused look. "uhm, isn't he sebastian stan?"

you put a surprised look on your face and threw your head back. "see? i TOLD you you looked like Sebastian Stan!" you said, hitting his shoulders.

"i- what?"

"yeah! see? even his fans mistake you for him! he looks so much like him, right??" you faced the fan again.

"wait, that's not sebastian stan?? you're not sebastian stan??"

"i- n-no! of course not, heh... i've been told i look a lot like him, though i dont really see the resemblance." he said, giving her a fake smile before taking a sip of his drink.

"oh you do! damn, i really thought you were him! i still can't believe you're not him!" the fan laughed, pocketing her phone.

"god, me too! unfortunately for me though, im not dating sebastian stan. i wish i was." you said playfully rolling your eyes. "instead i got a dollar store version named uhm..carl.. davis. very unlucky."

atp, you were laughing hard because of sebastian's confused and obviously offended look "d-dollar store?! you dare-"

"anyway, do you wanna take a picture with him? you know, prank your friends and tell them you met sebastian stan?"

"o-oh, no no! i'm sorry for ruining your date. by the way, you can totally do a good job if you impersonated him....BYE!" she said, as she turned around and hurried away. "god, that was so fucking embarrassing." you heard her say, making you laugh hysterically.

"baby, what the hell was that about??" he asked, laughing.

"you know, for someone who acts for a living?? your acting is SHIT!" an absolute lie btw

"i- that was the "plan" you told me about?? naming me your ex's name?? and a dollar store version??? you just hurt my feelings–"

you cut him off with a kiss. "oh shut up. i love you."

he didn't kiss back and just stared at you.

"oh come on! you can't say it didn't work because it definitely did."

of course he thought it worked but he's not gonna give you the satisfaction. i mean,, YOU NAMED HIM AFTER YOUR EX????

"no, u named me after your ex and said im a dollar store version of MYSELF??"

and of course he stayed salty about it all night because YOU NAMED HIM AFTER YOUR EX??!2?2!!/$&%?!

ok to be fair, this was funnier in my head lmfao im so sorry 💀

#sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #bf!sebastian stan #sebastian stan imagine #bucky imagine #zy's 🖋️

[viking-raider]

The Crimson Sun - Mature

Summary: Everything had been perfect with you and August after the Crimson Moon, until they weren’t.

Pairing: August Walker/You

Word Count: 8,257

Rating: Mature - Language, Angst, Soft!August, Trauma, PTSD, Mentions of Terrorism, Grief, Regret, Depression, Night Terrors, Smut - Fingering (F - Receiving), Oral (M - Receiving), Reconciliation

Prequel: The Crimson Moon

Inspiration: The Crimson Moon, that was an Anon ask that @littlefreya​​​ received (x)

Author’s Note: Tell me what you think!

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“August.”

You whimpered in your sleep, head thrashing on your pillow. “August.”

“Baby.”

“August!” You screamed, snapping upright.

“It's all right, baby.”

A deep and sleepy voice whispered, a heavy and sluggish arm wrapped around your waist and slid you over to a heavy body, warm from sleep and the down winter blankets, to fend off the icy cold of the bedroom and the three feet of snow outside.

“Ssshh, lay down with me.”

A second arm coaxed you over the strong and muscular body, palm cupping the back of your head as you buried your face into a warm chest, a silent and choked sob muted in your throat, snot from your nose making a mess of the hair there, the solid and real thump of a heart against your cheek. A blanket was pulled over you, creating a cocoon, against the cold and the world outside of it, as strong and broad palms rubbed and pressed firm circles, up and down your back, fingers brushing through your hair, soothing your frightened and shell shocked body into relaxing.

“I'm right here.” August whispered, coddling you tenderly. “I haven't left you, Angel.”

August had grown accustomed to your night terrors by now, they'd been happening every night for the last three months, ever since the accident in Kashmir. He would stay awake for hours after you fell asleep, caressing your cheek and hair, keeping you tucked against his body, so you could feel the touch of his skin, the warmth of his body and the beat of his heart, making sure you knew he was still there with you, by your side, alive and healthy.

He was your Guardian Angel, he always had been and he always would be.

You rubbed your cheek against his snotty chest and let out a shaky breath, shivering against his body as you laid on top of August, the only place you really felt safe, in his arms. “I'm-I'm sorr--”

“Ssshh, Angel. It's all right, I keep telling you that.” August replied, kissing the top of your head and giving you a reassuring squeeze. “I can't have you being afraid. What kind of husband would I be, hm?” He cooed at you, the soft hairs of his mustache brushing your forehead.

“If I let you be afraid?”

August entered the spacious apartment you both shared, you had moved in with August a month after dating. It was a simple and minimalist apartment, the walls were a warm gray color, the floors, glazed concrete, a curved, seventy inch and mounted tv on the wall, in front of a lazy boy, big enough for two, you and August loved cuddling on the massive recliner, while watching your shows. The rest of the apartment was similar, other than August's decked out office for his business as a CIA Agent, and his even more secret work as the Chief Apostle, John Lark.

The room with the most attention to detail, was the bedroom, with a massive and elevated bed. You had slept in August's bed one night, before he tossed the mattress he had and bought the best and top of the line mattress to replace it. You had been severely injured on one of your first operative missions, which caused two pinched nerves in your left hip and bad lower back, so after that first night you woke up stiff and in agony. August wasn't going to stand for that, he didn't care how much money he had to spend on a mattress, as long as you were comfortable, pain-free and slept well.

“Angel?” He called out.

August had never called you by your name, first, last or middle for that matter. When you first met, he addressed you as You or Girl. After you started dating, August started calling you; baby, darling and sometimes, Bug. He'd call you, Sweet Buns, if he was in a mood, but, his go to was simply, Angel. You were his Angel, his beam of light, in a world that had been nothing but darkness and pain to him since he was four years old.

“Angel.” He called out again, brows creasing.

He knew you were home, your car was in its spot, your shoes by the front door and your favorite coat was hung up. He mounted the stairs to the second floor and carefully moved down the hallway, like a panther stalking its prey. August found the bedroom door for half open, the light on, but didn't hear anything on the other side, so he slowly pushed it open with one hand, while the other reached to the gun on his hip, expecting something bad. But, the bedroom was empty as well, his paranoid and suspicious nature starting to elevate, but he kept his usual calm and cool nature pristine.

“Angel?” He said in his normal tone of voice, carefully sliding the gun from its holster and thumbing open the safety.

“Gus?” You replied, coming out of the walk-in closet, holding something in your hand.

“What do you have there, Bug?” He asked, clicking the safety back on his gun and holstering it again, relaxing, seeing you were all right.

You held out your hand and August's face went slack. “Is this?” You looked up at him, jittery.

“You weren't supposed to find that.” August sighed, taking a box from you. “Were you snooping?” He asked, giving you a sly and mischievous smirk.

“No, I was packing.” You told him, blinking at him. “Moore contacted me an hour ago, with a contract for MI6, they're sending me to do some work in Belgium.” You explained to him, seeing that alerted look in his blue eyes.

August had well hidden and cultivated abandonment issues, from his father running out on him and his abusive mother, as a child. So, every time you told him you were packing to go somewhere for work, that little plant in his belly would bloom. You smiled at him, gripping his wrist and giving it three squeezes. That little blooming plant was never spoken about. You tried talking to August about it once, and it ended up with him flying into a rage and disappearing for a week, and when he came back he was a complete mess.

So, you'd developed a reassuring tick with him, touching him three times in any way, a squeeze or a tap, even kisses, if the situation allowed it.

“How long are you going to be gone?” August asked, gripping the box in his hand.

“At least a month.” You informed him.

“Well, this isn't at all how I planned it.” He sighed, releasing it and flipping open the black suede lid. “Angel,” He smiled brightly at you, dropping to a knee. “Will you marry me?”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and you cupped his scruffy face in your hands. “August Walker, wants to get married? Who is this impostor?” You teased him.

He had told you flat out, on the first date, to never expect anything more than a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship, marriages were too messy and clingy, traceable and always fell apart.

“I know, I'm breaking my own code and rules on the matter.” He chuckled at you, turning his head to kiss one of your palms. “But, you've made me a changed man, Angel. I want to marry you, I want to keep you forever and ever.”

You felt giddy. “Yes, August. I'll marry you.” You giggled, excited at the prospect of being his wife.

The two of you married that afternoon, just the two of you, no one else in the world mattered. It was seven months after the Crimson Moon, and everything felt so good and peaceful.

It lasted like that for almost three years, three blissful years of marriage, kicking ass and taking names, for the CIA and MI6. But, both of you should have known better, having lived the lives you had, before and during undercover work.

It all started to crumble, when you got the missive at your accustomed drop off for them. Your hands shook and grew damp as you held the manila folder with the name, John Lark, type on the lip with a typewriter.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” You mumbled, stuck in a loop and shaking. “Oh fucking god.”

You couldn't bring yourself to open it.

Shoving the folder into your bag, you scrambled back home, August was away on his own mission with Ethan Hunt, somewhere in Paris. You paced the apartment, spiraling between the deepest despair, furious rage and blinding tears, screaming at the top of your lungs; luckily your neighbors were used to August making you scream, and a variety of other noises that came out of the apartment, when you were both home together.

Finally, you just melted into a sobbing mess on the kitchen floor, knowing you had no choice, but to track down your own husband.

Once you pulled yourself together, you opened the folder, still sitting on the kitchen floor. There were archive photos on the Apostles, all blurred and barred, but you quickly identified August in nearly all of them, it was a wonder how no one put two and two together already. His signature mustache was as immaculate as ever, even back then, his height and build, that made your body react despite being in severe shock and it being a photograph.

“Damn it, August.” You sighed, finally getting to the mission report.

'John Lark, radical leader of the Apostles, splinter group from Solomon Lane's now dismantled, Syndicate.' Read the start of the report. 'Lark is credited with what is called, the Manifesto.'

You flipped over the report and saw the declassified copy of the Manifesto and the first line alone made you shiver. 'There has never been peace without first a great suffering, the greater the suffering, the greater the peace.'

“What the fuck have you been up too, Gus.” You asked aloud, rubbing the side of your face and going back to the rest of the report.

'Lark and his Apostles have already released the deadly agent, Smallpox, to kick start their Manifesto for world peace. Intel has reported that John Lark would be seeking a person only known as, the white widow, in Paris, in an attempt to retrieve three Plutonium cores and fashion them into some of the strongest bombs, since the Atomic bomb, during World War II.'

Your eyes were fixed on the last line, August, your beloved husband, was trying to make bombs to destroy half of the world, all in the frightening name of peace. It felt like someone was pouring ice cold water down your back, remembering all those nights in bed, after rounds and rounds of mind blowing sex, how August always promised that he would make the world a better place for you, tenderly playing with you hair and kissing your forehead and temple, til you drifted off to sleep.

To think this was what he had been doing in those long nights holed up in his office. Making the world a better place..

“For me.” You dropped back against the door of the dishwasher and stared down at the stupidly expensive wedding ring on your finger, wondering how many people August had killed to buy it for you.

Sighing, you unclasped a gold necklace August had bought you for your last birthday and slipped your wedding onto it, before slipping it back around your neck. You always put it there, when you were about to go on a mission, for both security, if your enemy couldn't see a ring, then they wouldn't have something to leverage against you, and it still kept August close to your heart.

Going upstairs, you pulled out your carry size duffle bag and the locked case for your firearm, putting on your holster and securing your gun to your hip, checked the rest of the kit you took with you and packed it with a couple pairs of clothing. Before you headed out to hunt August down, you stopped, picked up the report on Walker and Lark, shredded it and burned it in the fire grate, covering up any traces of having the file.

“Marco, it's me.” You said, getting into your car. “I'm going on vacation, can you make sure the plane's ready for me. Thanks.” You pulled out of your parking spot, looking up at the apartment that had been home for the last five years and wondered if you would ever see it again.

“How about a nice and warm cup of tea?” August asked, nuzzling your hair and knowing it was going to be a little while before you managed to fall back to sleep.

“Okay.” You whimpered, your voice distant and detached, the nightmare playing over and over in your mind.

Nodding and kissing your hair once more, August let you slip out of his embrace and got up, making sure your little blanket cocoon stayed intact as he did, knowing that being hidden in the blankets made the world feel smaller and less heavy for you. Biting his bottom lip against the hiss of icy needles shooting up his bare feet, the fire in the grate had long since died, so the raging blizzard outside had been able to reach its claws into the rest of the house as August padded his way downstairs to the modest kitchen. He pulled your favorite cup and tea down from the cabinet, filled the kettle and set it on the gas stove burner. He stood in the kitchen, staring out the huge breakfast nook window, seeing nothing but a blanket of snow on the ground and everything else blurred by the flurry of snow, whipping around the secluded house, it made August feel like he was trapped in a snow-globe.

He hated snow-globes.

Even though he was naked and his skin rippled with chills, August didn't move from his spot to find warmth. He felt that he didn't deserve it.

“I don't deserve it.” He answered his conscious back. “Not for what I've done to her.” He whispered into the white void in front of him.

Your words from Kashmir still echoed in his skull.

“August!”

He was making his way to the helicopter, he only had fifteen minutes to get away from the village, before it was too late, when he heard your voice. At first, he thought that it was just his imagination, it had a habit of conjuring your voice when he was about to do something dangerous, his little canary.

“August, stop!”

He froze, that wasn't his imagination.

His blue eyes steadily started to grow and a tight chill gripped his heart as he slowly started to turn around, praying under his breath that he was just hearing things, projecting your voice over Hunt's. But, no. There you were, standing a yard away, your gun trained on him and an utterly crushed expression on your exhausted face, you hadn't slept well, to not at all, for the week you had been tracking him down.

You could have just called him, like you always had, when you decided to join him on a mission, but you knew August all too well and he knew you even better. The moment he heard your voice, he would know something was up.

“What are you doing here?” He snapped at you, looking up the hill behind you, seeing Hunt appear on the crest. “Fuck.” He mumbled under his breath, then held his hand out to you. “Come on, you have to come with me.”

“No, August.” You shook your head at him, blinking the blinding tears out of your eyes. “Give me the fail safe, August.” You held out your own hand.

“I can't, Angel.” He replied, shaking his head back at you and gripping the device tighter.

“Please, August. Don't do this.” You begged him, your hands starting to shake. “You don't have to do this.”

“But I do, Angel.” August let out a shaky breath. “I'm doing this for you, for us.”

“I don't want this!” You barked at him, exasperated and wounded.

“I'm going to do it anyway, come with me. It's not safe here, Angel.” He tried convincing you.

“No, August.” You shook your head at him. “I won't be able to live with this. Is it more important for you to 'bring great suffering for the greater good' than my own conscious is?”

“No, Angel. It's not.” He gulped, thickly.

“Then, give me the fail safe, August.” You motioned for it. “Stop this, if not for the greater good, but for me. There's still time to fix this!”

August looked between you and the fail safe clutched tightly in his hand, you could see him starting to relax, slowly making up his mind about giving you the fail safe to the two bombs that were armed and ready to be set to their fifteen minute detonation countdown. He took a careful step towards you, and you let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding since getting the mission to take August down.

“Walker!” A voice behind you screamed, sounding very pissed.

“No.” You whimpered, watching the stubborn and cold expression wash over August's face and eyes. “August, no!” You yelled at him, as he turned on his heel and started marching towards the helicopter he was going for, when you stopped him.

He got into the helicopter and it was like he didn't see you anymore, his eyes glued to someone charging up behind you. You dropped your arms to your sides, defeated, and heartbroken as you watched the helicopter fly away. The person that snapped August into his John Lark alter-ego slid to a stop beside you, looking after his helicopter as well, huffing and puffing, then looked at you.

“Who are you?”

“Ethan Hunt, I'm assuming.” You asked, a steely coldness washing over you, purely a defense mechanism against the turmoil brewing and raging inside of you.

“The same.” He answered, frowning at you.

“I'm an agent for MI6, tasked with stopping one John Lark, also known as August Walker.” You told him, your voice toneless. “And you just fucked that up, along with my life.” You hissed, turning on a dime and marching back to the helicopter you had arrived in, resolved to go after August before he could start the countdown.

'Is it more important for you to 'bring great suffering, for the greater good' than my own conscious.'

The whistle of the kettle pulled August out of his thoughts with a full body quiver of cold and guilt. He pulled the kettle off the fire and poured the steaming hot water into your prepared cup, then turned off the stove, setting the kettle on the cold back burner. He held your cup between his hands, driving out some of the cold from his chilled body; so cold now, that his cock felt like concrete. Sighing, August took the hot cup back upstairs to you, sitting your tea on the bed stand, then turned to the cold fireplace. Squatting down, August pulled out several logs from the firewood box, by the fireplace, and set about stacking them on the ashes of the previous fire, with an almost OCD-like precision. He stayed there for a minute or two, ensuring that the fire caught the oak logs, adding another log for good measure, before standing back up and sitting on the edge of the bed, where the lump of your body was in the mound of blankets.

“You can come out now, Angel.” He whispered, rubbing your leg through the blankets. “I got the fire going again, it'll be warm soon.”

Sighing, you fold back the blankets from over your head and look up at him, your eyes are dim, bloodshot, red rimmed and lashes wet with tears. It crushed August every time he saw your face, knowing he was the reason and cause of all your trauma, heartache and tears. He cupped your cheek in his hand, gently wiping away the stray tears before they could dampen your cheeks anymore than they had already.

“I'm sorry.” He muttered, for what could have easily been the trillionth time.

You frowned up at him, then cast your eyes away from him, at least you could look at him for a moment or two now and stand him touching you. For the first month after Kashmir, it was hard for you to look at him, or anything that even belonged to August, much less stand his touch or hear the sound of his voice. August took all of it, bearing his punishment, you shying away from him, the silent treatment and the long, cold nights of an empty bed, because being in the same bed, the same room, as him was just too much for you to take. You still barely uttered a word to him, going from head shakes, sighs and shoulder shrugs to single, monosyllabic words.

You hadn't even wanted to do that, you thought, sitting up in bed and reaching out for your tea.

It was the third night in a row.

That you woke up from the new reoccurring nightmare. August missed the first one you had, being downstairs, staring at the bright screen of his laptop. The second one, he just stood in the hallway outside the door of the guest room you hold yourself inside of, listening. You had woken up him, crying out his name. At first, he feared they had found you and were trying to take you, ripping blankets off his body, nearly tearing his pillow in half to grab his gun that lived under it now and raced down the hall to you. But, when his fingertips touched the door to your room, he stopped dead and cold, you were gasping for breath, like you'd been choked by a powerful hand, choking on your tears and snot, hugging yourself, nails digging into the skin of your shoulders and drawing blood, your mind's feeble attempt to prove you were awake, as you rocked yourself back and forth, back and forth.

The third one, some part of you no longer cared, you needed to be next to August, you needed the warmth of his skin against your cold skin, you needed to feel the soft waves of his breathing against your shoulder and neck as he spooned you into his real and intact body, you needed to feel the pounding of his heart against your back or cheek.

It was the only thing that chased the dream away.

The cold wind that blew against your face as you looked out the open door of your helicopter, August's own helicopter nothing, but a black dot, against the snowy peaks in front of you. You leaned forward and bumped your fist against the aircraft pilot's shoulder, a signal, to go faster. Nodding his head, the pilot picked up speed, pushing the craft as fast as it could go; which wasn't fast enough for you. You frowned, hearing the whoosh of another helicopter's blades getting close to yours. Leaning out and looking back, you saw the third helicopter in time to see someone get thrown out of it.

“What the fuck?” You snapped as it caught up with yours.

You met the determined eyes of Ethan Hunt, who stared blankly back at you. Growling, you flipped Ethan the finger and sat back.

“Ignore him.” You told the pilot over the headset. “We don't change course or directive.”

'I just hope we make it to August, first.' You thought, keeping your eyes out the front windshield of the helicopter, on the steadily growing dot of August's.

“Here.” He whispered, taking a soft throw blanket off the back of a chair in the corner and laid it over your bare shoulders, as you sat in bed, sipping your tea. “Better?” He asked, tilting his head to see your down turned face.

“Yeah.” You nodded around the rim of your cup.

“Good.” He half smiled, moving around to the other side of the bed and slipping under the covers with you, seeking the fragile warmth he knew was there.

The room was quiet, except for your careful sips of the hot and flavorful liquid; August had perfected how you liked your tea, what felt like a lifetime ago, and the crackle and pops of the fireplace, the heat of which was finally beating the snowy cold back outside the walls of the master bedroom. Your mind wandered off to the only other subject it wanted to think about, how long would you and August be in hiding, here in the cabin he had hidden in the deep, snowy woods of Siberia. It had already been three months, and August had told you it would only take four, before everything died down, thinking August was dead.

But, that wouldn't stop what the agencies must be thinking about what happened to you, in the aftermath of Kashmir.

Hunt's helicopter managed to over take yours, much to your frustration and terror.

You were forced to hopelessly watch as Hunt tried dropping some type of payload on top of August's helicopter. Luckily, August's pilot was able to make an evasive maneuver and dodged it, sending the load crashing into a lake below. You had spots in your eyes from the levels of stress and migraines you had been suffering the last week of hunting your bull-headed husband down, always just one step behind him.

It wasn't until you ran into Ilsa, that you found out that August was heading to Kashmir, India, where he and Solomon Lane, who August helped break out and let loose, were planning on pulling off their coup de grâce, that the Syndicate had failed to finish, because of Hunt, and the Apostles were trying to finish, with the help of August and his damned Manifesto.

You slammed your tight fist down on your thigh, trying to control your temper as it bubbled up inside of you. You'd never forgive August Walker for putting you through this. You had begged him to keep you out of the Apostles' way. But, you had fallen on your own sword, when you fell in love with him and you had shot yourself in the foot, when you married him. You had broken the agency code and rules, 'don't fall for your enemy', and while August as himself wasn't your enemy, August as John Lark, was your enemy.

Why hadn't you just left him, when he told you the truth behind who John Lark really was? Why hadn't you had him cuffed, then and there, and taking in, to be interrogated and stopped, just like Lane had been?

The answer always came back the same, 'I love him.'

“Idiot.” You hissed out loud, catching the attention of the pilot. “Not you.” You barked at him, rolling your eyes.

You looked up and saw how close the three helicopters had gotten together, close enough for you to see tracer rounds and bullets flying out of the open door of August's helicopter and into Hunt's. It wasn't until almost too late, that the pilots realized how close to a mountain peak the three aircrafts were.

The pilot for August tried pulling back, which only caused Ethan to ram into the back of them, then domino into yours, all three colliding. Your helicopter nose dived, crashing into the other side of the peak and crushed the whole front of it, killing your pilot on impact. Hunt's flipped end over end, then rolled, while August's rolled and skidded to a stop, perilously close to the edge of the peak. He panted as his plane settled, and worked on trying to undo his seat belt, only to hear the rolling metal of Hunt's plane, still coming down the mountain side, slamming into his and sending them over the edge, to a shelf below.

Struggling for a moment and growling, you yanked the tactical switchblade out of your boot and cut yourself free of your seat belt, landing sideways on the roof of the upside down helicopter. Digging out some of the snow blocking the only way out of the wreck, you shimmied out of it and turned, blood running down the side of your face, your whole body throbbing and screaming, blood seeping through the shirt you were wearing, but you didn't bother looking at whatever the cause was. You had to get to August, just catching his and Hunt's helicopters colliding and slipping over the edge.

The cold was a blessing after all, as you trudged as quickly as you could to the edge, numbing away all your pain, psychically and emotionally, your mind too distracted on your target and mission to consider freezing or bleeding to death. Stumbling to the edge of the peak, you looked down and let out a breath of relief seeing August crawl out of his wreckage, mostly unharmed, but you also saw Ethan doing the same. You desperately tried to think of something to do, you couldn't yell, you were too far from them to hear you and the peak was too shear for you to try and rock climb down by hand.

So, you were forced to watch August and Ethan duke it out, fighting and fumbling in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, for the fail safe attached to August. You stopped breathing several times as you watched them get to the edge of the shelf, teetering, before righting themselves and moving away again. Ethan was finally able to grab the fail safe from August, both of them out of breath from their exertion and the high altitude. You watched them talk, too far to hear whatever it was they were discussing, no doubt trying to make a case for why each of them was right for what they were trying to do for the world. Ethan shook his head and August's body tensed with a rekindled rage, charging Hunt like a bull.

“August!”

You screamed, eyes huge as Ethan dodged out of the way and August went stumbling towards the edge, trying to stop himself, before he fell.

“August!” You screamed even louder.

He teetered for a moment, before the rock beneath him crumbled and he fell, your heart and stomach plummeting with him.

You had no idea how long you were out, or how long after watching August die, that you blacked out. But, when you woke up to an incessant and annoying beating sound in your ears, your exhausted mind became aware of how much pain you were in, a moment later, and whimpered, shifting and struggling.

“Hey now.” A soft voice called to you, a strong hand gripping yours. “You're all right now. You're safe, just calm down and rest.”

“August.” You mewled, the images of him falling flashing in your mind, like an old film reel. “Oh god, August.”

The hand holding yours let go, the sound of hard soled shoes clacking against linoleum, moving away, and a door opened, before the voice whispered to someone outside the room. “She's awake and calling for him.”

You lost consciousness again, only to wake a few minutes later, a warm palm cupping your bruised cheek, making you reach out and wrap a weak hand around a thick wrist. The room was quiet for a while, the only thing you were aware of was that warm hand cupping your face and the strong pulse against your own palm.

“August.” You whined, having drifted back off to sleep and dreaming about him again.

“Ssshh.” The owner of the hand replied. “I'm right here. Don't fret, Angel.”

Your eyes snapped open and you looked up to see August standing by your bedside, a soft and tired smile on his face. He had a black eye and a split lip, but other than that, he looked perfectly fine. You frowned, wincing at you did, and shook your head, not understanding.

How was he there with you, you had watched him fall, there was no way he could have survived.

Could he?

“August?” You choked around a lump of tearful confusion.

“Yeah, Angel.” He smiled at you, gingerly sitting down beside you.

“Ho-how?” You licked your split and chapped lips. “I watched you di--”

“No, Angel. I didn't die.” He chuckled at you, then winced, pressing a hand to his ribs. “I managed to catch myself on a small ledge, not too far down from the shelf.” He explained, reaching out to pick up a paper cup with a bendy straw in it, tenderly holding it to your lips, so you could wet your throat.

“Hunt thought I was dead, and got picked up by his crew.” He went on to explain to you. “You know how much of a cautious man I am, bug. All I had to do was hold on long enough for them to leave, then I took this handy little thing out of my pocket.”

He removed a small, square device out of his pocket, it had a button on it and a blinking red light above that, it looked like a car fob.

“It's a GPS locator.” August answered your silent question. “I press it and my Apostles will show up, wherever I am.” He told you, putting it back into his pocket. “It's a lucky thing for you too. They saw you laying out in the snow as they flew over to land on the shelf. Two of them climbed up and got you, while the others pulled me up. I didn't have anything more than a busted lip, black eye and a couple of broken ribs.”

You laid there listening to him, trying to connect all the information he was giving you.

“You, on the other hand, have a pretty nasty cut on your head.” He, very gingerly, touched his fingertips to the twelve stitches along your hairline. “You have a concussion and been out for a couple of days. But, this was the injury that made me fear for you.” He said, pulling down the hospital blankets and moving your hospital gown aside, revealing a ugly gash on your side and stomach, just above your hip, closed with a line of staples.

“Part of the door handle to your helicopter got dislodged in the wreck and went through your side.” He frowned at the wound, feeling overwhelming guilt. “You lost consciousness from the blood loss, and would have bled to death, if it wasn't for all the snow you were laying in, and the boys getting to you, when they did.”

That cast your net of alarm farther than just August being alive. “Where are we?” You asked, eyes darting around the dark room.

“Somewhere safe, don't you worry about that, Angel.” August assured you, fixing your gown and blankets. “It's the home base of the Apostles, we have one of the top doctors in the world in our fold. He's the one that stitched you up.” He said, sounding incredibly grateful for it.

“What about Hunt?” You asked, not reassured at all. “The CIA, MI6, everyone else? They know you're Lark, August. When they find out...”

“Ssshh.” He hushed you, shaking his head and patting your leg. “Don't worry about any of that, Angel. Let me worry about it. You just worry about resting and healing up. I have somewhere we can go, for a few months. Then, everything will calm down, in four or five months, and we'll go from there.”

“All right?” He smiled at you, leaning in to kiss you on the lips, but you turned your head, his lips meeting your cheek; it cut August to the quick.

“I know you're upset with me, for doing what I did.”

You stared out the half shaded window in your room, taking a deep breath of the overly clean air, and nodded your head. You needed time to think and process everything, the man you loved, that you bound yourself to with an 'I do', three years before, and had broken your trust. You knew, you weren't innocent in the matter, you had known who August really was and ignored it, bottling it up and pretending it wasn't real. A part of you, deep down inside, also knew that August would one day step over that line that would force you to choose.

Would you step away from August, still loving him, but unable to live with his actions and move on? Maybe, even turn him in.

Or

Would you decide to step over that line with him? You had promised and vowed, 'for better or for worse', and you had been through both with August.

You didn't know.

You wondered, if MI6 thought you also died in the crash on the mountain. But, they would investigate the area, they had to make sure August was dead, and would be suspicious, if they didn't find his body, and would probably start drawing speculations, when they didn't find yours, or when you didn't report in afterwards; telling them that you had miraculously survived and gotten off the mountain, somehow, on your own.

It all made your head hurt and made you feel like you were being slowly dragged down to hell.

Could you feign amnesia? Stockholm Syndrome? Blackmailed or kidnapped? If you did decide to leave August, and let him pay for all the wrongs he made, in the name of 'greater peace'. You probably could, everyone knew how dominant, imposing and persuasive August could be. He had almost fooled Sloane into thinking Hunt was really Lark, not naming the countless others he had manipulated and turned for his own uses and purposes.

'Holy shit,' You suddenly thought. 'Had August been manipulating me, for his own reasons?'

You looked at Walker from the corner of your eyes, he was resting back against the headboard, his eyes closed as he lounged, probably taking a quick cat nap, you kept him up most nights with your nightmares, so he was just as tired as you were. August had also been holding secret and down low meetings with nearly every member of the Apostles and other contacts he had out in the world. You were never privy to those discussions, he didn't want to drag you any deeper into his dark world than he hadn't already.

'But, what did that matter?' You considered yourself.

True enough, you had tried to carry out your mission, to stop August from blowing up half the world for his crazy notion of peace and harmony, but you had also failed at it. You had unwittingly helped August as well, you covered his tracks, keeping his secret life and dealings to yourself, ignoring every hint and spot of evidence that could send Walker to jail for the rest of his natural life, and his afterlife for that matter. Your bosses and colleagues had several briefings and meetings about the Syndicate, Solomon Lane, the Apostles and John Lark, and even though your palms sweat through all of them, you kept your lips zipped.

You would more than likely share the same dark cell August would, in the end.

“August?” You whispered, your voice rough from such little use and screaming out in your dreams.

August startled awake, blue eyes wide and searching the room, before they rested on you, the alarm turning into shock, it was the first time you had said his name, in the last three months, that wasn't from you dreaming. He gulped and sat up beside you, arm loosely wrapped around your waist.

“What is it, Angel?” He whispered back, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“Why?” You rasped, blinking at him, softly. “Why did you tell me about being Lark?” You asked him, clutching onto the little remaining heat of your tea, like a life preserver in the seamless ocean you were stranded in. “Why did you...” You paused and cleared your throat.

“Why do you love me, yet tear me apart with all of this?”

He sighed and pressed his lips to your forehead, squeezing his eyes shut. “I never meant to fall in love with you, Angel. I tried my hardest not to, please believe that.” He rested his fingertips under your chin and tipped your head to look up at him. “I never meant or wanted to drag you into this fucked up world I inhabit. I wanted to protect my sweet Angel, with everything I have.”

“But, I'm a selfish and greedy man. When I want something, I want it and nothing, no one, not even myself, can stop me from getting it. I desire you above all else.”

“Yet, you still tried blowing up the world, when I begged you not too.” You replied, bottom lip quivering, it hurt so much. “Why? Because it was Hunt?”

“Yes.” August sighed, nodded his head. “He stopped Lane from acting out his plans and I didn't want him doing the same to me. Though, he did, in the end. I can't take back leaving you there, I wanted you to come with me. But, I knew you wouldn't, not my Angel.”

“That I've started to corrupt, like the demon that I am.” He hissed into your ear, angry only at himself.

You closed your eyes and rested your temple against his forehead, tucking your almost empty cup between your legs. “Part of me hates you, for what you've done to our lives, what you tried to do to the lives of so many others.”

“I deserve that.” He whimpered, biting his lip. “And more.”

“But,” You mumbled, finger circling the rim of your cup.

“But—what, Angel?”

“All I really want.” You sniffled, tears dripping down your cheeks and August kissing them away. “Is to be with you.” You said it, so softly, it took a moment for August to be sure it's what you said.

August smiled, nuzzling your hair and face, his nose rubbing against your cheek and nose, pressing sweet and small kisses to your neck. He was shy about kissing and touching you intimately again, it had been nearly six months since the last time you both made love, the night before he left for Paris, with Hunt. He took it slow, in case you changed your mind and repulsed him, but so far, you had gently reacted to him, nudging your face against his.

Smirking, August took your cup and set it aside on your night stand and tugged the blanket off your shoulders, the heat from the roaring fire had made the room toasty, leaving you and August sweaty. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders, turning into his body as his small kisses grew to open kisses, leaving love bites on your neck and throat, as he trailed down your chest, tasting your skin and the salt of your sweat. He moaned, closing his mouth around your nipple, flicking his tongue at it until it pebbled, then started biting and sucking at it, squeezing and palming the other one, so it didn't feel left out.

“August.” You panted, carding your fingers through his damp curls. “Ah, fuck.” You hissed as his fingers slipped into the waistband of your panties and started petting your neglected clit.

“You're so sensitive, Angel.” He cooed around your breast, his eyes a stormy-blue with lust. “You haven't been touching yourself, while I was away.” He teased you, giving your clit a couple of flicks of his finger, making you cry out.

“It's not the same.” You panted, your head falling back and fingers gripping his hair.

“Oh, then I definitely want that delectable pussy around my cock.” He laughed, finger teasing your entrance. “You are going to gush so hard around me, Angel. You're already a dripping mess.” He said, removing his hand from your panties and spreading his thick fingers, seeing the thick string and film of your arousal between them, sparkling in the firelight.

“Fuck, I've missed this.” He rumbled, sucking his soaked fingers into his mouth and moaning around them, your taste overpowering his tastebuds.

Your pupils blew out watching him suckle his fingers, eyes closed, in ecstasy. Growling, you laid back and lifted your hips, yanking your ruined panties off impatiently and tossed them to the floor. Sliding a hand up and down August's back, you coaxed him to lay down with you, moving your hand over his chest, caressing his cowboy beard, then trailed down his stomach, circled his naval, then dripped between his legs, finding his hard member, that never really softened. August slowly licked his lips and moaned, rocking his hips into your hand as you stroked his shaft, swiveling and rubbing your thumb over his purple tip, smearing pre-come all over your hand and his cock.

Letting his penis go, your hand ventured a little bit lower, cupping those egg-sized balls, squeezing and rolling them in your hand, like a pair of dice. August's body shivered in response, smirking at him, you kicked all the blankets to the floor and moved between August's legs, pushing his legs up, so his knees bent and snuggled down on your belly.

“It seems you haven't been neglecting yourself, Walker.” You told him, nipping the inside of his thick thigh.

It seemed, even though you both were in hiding, his scrotum stood out from the rest of his body at this angle, neatly man-scaped, while the rest of his body tended to be hairy.

“Rules are rules.” August panted, lifting his head to look down his torso at you.

You chuckled at him, taking a long lick over his sack and giving one of them a delicate suck. He had asked you to suck his balls not long after you both started having sex, they were exceptionally sensitive, and you had caused August to come by playing with them, more than once. But, before you agreed to do the deed, you told him you weren't putting them in your mouth, while they looked like two hairy gerbils. So, from then on, August meticulously groomed them, even when he was away from months on end, it had become a habit.

“I shave my balls more, for you, than I shave my face.” August moaned, as you swallowed one of them and teased his cock, feathering your fingertips up and down its shaft.

You laughed around his ball, the vibration made him gasp and tossed him very close to the edge, so you pulled back, edging the hell out of him. August looked down at you, a serene calm washed over both of you, a calm and peacefulness that hadn't been around for several weeks, the fear of being found loomed over the house.

“This isn't right.” August sighed, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you up to him.

“What?” You blinked back.

“You shouldn't be pleasuring me.” He told you, wrapping his arms around your waist and turning you both on your sides. “I've wronged and hurt you, I've nearly cost you your life. I cost your job, and so much more.” He spoke softly.

Taking your leg and slinging it over his own hip, so the pair of you facing each other, chests pressed together and staring into each other's eyes, August's hips slowly rubbed against you, his hand pressed flat against your lower back.

“I should be pleasing you, making up for what I've done.” He said, moving just enough to slip the head of his cock between your folds. “Let me do this for you, Angel.” He hummed, fingers brushing your hair.

“Please.” He begged, looking so vulnerable.

All you could do was nod, your throat tight around a lump, and pressed your forehead against his, clinging onto him as he rocked into you. All fear, anger and even lusty desire, were gone from you and August now, all that was left was raw emotions and the need to find each other again. You hugged your leg around August's hip and waist, pulling him closer and deeper into you, flexing your walls around his shaft. Both of you grew warm and sweaty from the heat in the room and your bodies were so close together, the slickness of your skin made it easier to thrust into you; sharing the same hot breath.

“I love you, Angel.” He whispered, cupping your neck and thrusting more steadily into you.

“I love you too, August.” You moaned back, biting your lip.

Coming in tandem felt sublime and refreshing, melting all the stress and worries out of your bodies. Even as you both fell asleep, you were still connected and wrapped around each other. You let go of your questions and worries, it would be fine, you and August would figure out how to put your lives back together some other time

And, for the first time in months, you dreamt of something other than August dying. You dreamt of you holding his hand, him smiling lovingly at you, and walking into the sun.

#The Crimson Sun *Fic* #The Crimson Sun #Viking-Raider Fics #Sequel #The Crimson Moon #The Crimson Moon *Fic* #Henry Cavill #HenryCavill #August Walker #August Walker/You #August Walker/Reader #August Walker x You #August Walker x Reader #Angst #Grief #Smut #Mature #Fluff #Soft!August #Mean!August #The Apostles #The Syndicate #Solomon Lane #Ethan Hunt

[leonstamatis]

the host au 👀

fjxkfkfkgng hello anon welcome to my home are you ready for some half-baked nonsense

so as i said i was simply lying on my floor and saw the host, a movie i own on dvd and have watched far too many times, sitting on my shelf. that’s it. that’s all the thought i have put into this. BUT.

let’s remove all the weird love triangle stuff. we don’t need that here. it’s fine. the aliens are the same and it’s just like. my selection here is completely random but let’s just offhand say it’s the pods plus a handful of other people. perhaps everyone involved in the wyatt masoning and alternate decrees. those are all aliens now.

there are still little pockets of humanity around the country, those are the teams. they don’t have stadiums per se but they do have hubs. and the null team is more like people who were caught by the aliens but escaped, and are now wandering around searching for a team to be with on a more permanent basis.

(this is all hastily done, feel free to send follow up questions if you don’t follow.)

derrick is taken in by aliens and throughout the course of a few days where they try to interrogate him unsuccessfully for information on the garages, which he does not have, he ends up kind of sort of befriending one of them? that’s seb. and seb helps him escape, but he is still very much a fucking alien, and how much can you really trust that?

(derrick kind of trusts him a lot, mostly because he doesn’t have any other choice, but it takes a while for them to like. actually be friends with one another.)

cue all the stuff from the movie about how seb can get the supplies and go undercover and derrick can tell him about the world that existed before and they fall in love huddled in some tiny hole in the wall hideout under the protection of tiana and bennett and shaq.

also i think jess goes searching for her brother. like it’s not so much Siblings as it is “every world we have gone to, we have gone together” kindred souls kind of thing? but it is a genuine familial love and she wants to make sure he’s okay. she’s not the villain lady from the movie she’s just like. a good person in need of a home, and she finds it with the people in hiding, trying to stay alive.

derrick and seb fall in love, mike may also be there and may have been under the impression that derrick was gone forever, but also he’s dating someone new so it’s fine, they’re a little fraught but they get over it.

that is, i think, a summary of the very flimsy host au outline that lives in my head now. thank you for asking! i hope it is a worthwhile response lmao

#the host au #tam answers questions #anonymous #well since i have made a tag for it now consider this free reign for future ask prompts I guess lmao #what else #uhhhh #sebderrick #feel weird about using the blb tag in this one tbh #ANYWAY HERE have whatever this is

[sinner-as-saint]

Everything is Blue.

Destroyer! Chris x Reader. 

 Run-through: You were what one would describe as a reckless being. You didn’t care much about the consequences of your actions. And a certain undercover cop who lived right next to you, unperceived on most days – longed to keep you in check and have you in his bed.

Themes: masturbation, smut, slight stalking, cop! Seb, destroyer! Chris, pure filth (hide your kids)

    “Yes mom, I’m home. So what if it’s 11 at night? I mean, it’s a little town and it’s a safe neighborhood. Yeah mom. Yes. Jesus, mom! Yes, I’m literally on my patio right now. Okay. I love you too. Goodnight,” you ended the phone call with your mother and slipped your phone in your back pocket as you searched the other one for your house keys.

It was rather late at night. The moonlight was slightly concealed with the clouds but it was still enough for you to move around without using the flashlight of your phone.

As you unlocked your front door, your eyes traveled up to the top window of your neighbor’s house. Once you did so, it turned off.

You blinked in surprise, feeling as though they might have turned it off because they saw you looking.

Nah, maybe I’m just tired.

You thought as you made your way inside your home.

 You hurried to your bedroom upstairs, flicked the light switch and got rid of your clothes as you made your way to the bathroom. Your clothes had spray paint all over them.

They were a pain in the ass to get off but it was all worth it.

Your mind immediately went to the graffiti you and few friends were working on, on the back wall of the coffee shop that you owned. After college, you managed to escape your dad’s grasp; who wanted you to be a part of the family business.

You took your share of the money and moved to a small town; preferring it to a bustling city, and you set up your cozy little coffee shop.

You thought that the beige back wall was sort of boring so a few friends of yours, who also happened to be employed at your coffee shop, helped you in spicing up the aesthetic a little bit.

Yeah it could be considered to be vandalism, but given it was a small town, the police rarely patrolled at night so; you were good to go.

 You paced around the room in just your set of lilac underwear while looking for comfy PJs, but since you couldn’t find any in your 5-minute search, you settled for the bathrobe instead.

Perks of living alone, you can always sleep naked.

 After your shower, you wrapped yourself in your bathrobe and made your way downstairs for a quick bite before going to bed.

It wasn’t a big house; 1 story, 2 bedrooms, a cozy living room with a fireplace that you absolutely adored but rarely used, and a cute kitchen. It was all you needed for the moment.

 You quickly made yourself a grilled cheese then proceeded to move to the living room for some quick recap on your favorite shows.

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  Chris was losing his mind.

He had lived beside you for 2 weeks now, and during that time, he had developed this weird mania where he had to absolutely see you every day.

It started out in an innocent way. He would watch you roaming around in your backyard; playing with your puppy or when you’d take your dog for a walk. And somehow the way your hair flowed with the wind, the way you’d look at your pet in pure adoration, it all captivated him. Had him wondering whether you looked at your lovers the same way. And oh the things he would do just to touch you once.

Then one day you caught as you were changing in your room, with your curtains carelessly flowing with the wind; not allowing him the full show but showing him just enough to pull him in and put him under a spell.

The sight of your golden skin was all he needed. And he always came back for more. It was completely improper, but he couldn’t stop himself.

The two of you never officially met, mainly because he was on an undercover mission and the less people knew him, the better.

But you… you were taking over his mind and he didn’t even complain once.

 Observant by nature, he had you figured out to a large extent. He knew that you owned a nearby coffee shop; one which he visited quite often all while managing to avoid you.

He knew that you were quite reckless, and loud when your friends were over. He took note of some of your favorite TV shows given how loud your TV always was.

He knew that you were quite mischievous; and he wanted nothing more than to have you at his mercy. Helpless, he wanted you to surrender to him in every way possible.

 His thoughts came to a halt as he heard your voice. Your houses were in close proximities, and given the silence of the night; he heard you all right.

Leaving his lights off, he approached his bedroom window and pushed aside his curtains slightly; to get a better look at you.

The light from the moon, mixed with the streetlights were enough for him to get a good look at your pretty face.

An involuntary smile formed on his bearded face as he watched you.

It was late, he thought, what were you doing out so late at night. A heavy feeling set in his gut, one he didn’t like.

 He watched you as you struggled with your keys, and as he leaned his body forward; his arm accidentally hit the switch and the lights came on. Without missing a beat, he turned them back off. However, it did draw your attention.

His breathing stopped for a second as you looked up to where he was, in the dark. He knew you’d never see him but despite that, his heart skipped a beat.

 His infatuated gaze followed you as you moved to your bedroom. He lost sight of you while you climbed up the stairs but once you stepped into your bedroom; he saw you clearly.

 You should learn to close your curtains, Princess…

 His enamored eyes watched your sinful body shamelessly as you stripped down to your underwear. He almost choked on his own spit as his hungry eyes examined you from afar. If only there were not so many barriers in between the two of you. . .

Your messy hair was down, and your arms looked like they were stained with, blue paint? Either way, despite the mess, you looked heavenly.

He watched as your face held a slight frown as you paced around your room. Your tits bounced slightly with each step you took and it took him every bit of self-control he had not to walk over there and claim you as his; whether you liked it or not.

But he was a cop himself, so he knew better.

 He watched you as you walked around the room, throwing clothes everywhere until eventually, you gave up.

His longing gaze stayed put on you as you walked into your bathroom.

Chris sighed.

 What was he doing? Stalking a young woman, invading her personal space for his own pleasure.

Would he stop? No.

  He paced around in his own room, still in the dark as he waited. Was he waiting for you to get out of the shower? Maybe, but he wasn’t accepting it.

 I just need to see her once. Just wanna make sure she’s safe b-

 His train of delusional thoughts came to a halt as he saw you stepping out of the shower. The light in your room was dimmed, causing your glistening skin to look golden. You were glowing as you barely secured the bathrobe around your body.

The soft, grey material barely covered your breasts or your legs. Just the thought of you; wet and naked under the robe caused his blood to rush downwards.

He was ashamed, very ashamed of himself as he took in your barely covered, glistening, luscious body. Ashamed at how hungry he was just to have a taste; yet once he did, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop. Ashamed at how his hands dipped into his own sweatpants, wrapped around his hard member as he began stroking himself all while thinking of how much better it would be if it were you around him instead.

  He came almost too quickly – followed by a feeling of embarrassment. His chest moving up and down faster than usual as he tried to calm his racing heart.

What am I doing?

He asked himself again.

 He walked over to his bathroom to clean himself. Then walked back to his bed, throwing his body onto the soft blankets as you infiltrated his mind once again.

He groaned out loud.

Fuck…

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  After an episode and a half of your favorite show, you decided it was time for bed. Placing your plate in the sink, and dragging your tired body upstairs once again; you knew you’d fall asleep as soon as your body hits your bed.

And that’s exactly what you did.

 You smiled once you saw your bed, glancing at the clock which read 01 14 a.m., you took off the grey bathrobe and threw yourself halfway under the covers.

Did I turn off the lights?

And that was the last thought which crossed your mind as you drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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 Don’t. Don’t do it.

Chris had to literally beg himself not to get out of bed and check on you once more. Yet, he failed. He soon found himself at his window, with the darkness of his room perfectly concealing his figure as his lust-filled eyes searched your dimly lit room for the second time that night.

Come on, babygirl. Where are you, where a-

 His breathing stopped again, just for a second. And he had to literally force himself to let out the air he had been holding in for the last few seconds as his preying eyes fell on your bare body.

Your suntan skin in contrast with your white sheets was indeed a sight for his sore eyes.

Fuck…

Chris shamelessly took in the appearance of your bare body; one leg under the covers while the other one was over, dangling at the edge of your queen sized bed. One of your arm laid across your partly covered stomach while the other laid over your head; giving him a complete view of your exposed chest.

His breaths came out ragged as he immodestly let his predatory eyes roam around your naked body. He drank in your appearance as if you were laid down just for him; your hair sprawled over your white pillow case, your bare breasts moving up and down as you drew in and breathed out soft sleepy breaths, your lips carrying an involuntary pout and your one exposed hipbone. The blankets covered your most vulnerable part so innocently that it drove him insane with desire.

Oh the things he would do to you if you were his…

The sight of you, so carefree and so naked under the covers didn’t do anything to help the bulge which kept on enlarging and enlarging in his pants again.

He groaned out loud once again as he tried so hard to ignore it. No pun intended.

Yet, he couldn’t.

He peeled his eyes off your naked figure, dragged his body away from the window and laid down in his bed, scoffing at how desperate he was.

His member was throbbing at this point and it was difficult to ignore it, so he wrapped his hand around it and gave if a few more strokes. He thought of you as he came. He thought of your smooth skin, and your pretty face and your soft lips; and how tight you’d feel around him.

    He promised he’d stop. He promised himself every night that this was the last time he’d lay his brazen eyes on you and use it for his pleasure. Yet, every time you’d step out of your bathroom he couldn’t stop himself.

Every time you slept in your bed, forgetting to turn off the lights due to your tiredness, and in your PJs which barely covered what they needed to, he couldn’t ignore the sudden pressure forming in his lower abdomen. And every time he wrapped his hands around himself at night, he tried to fight off the unholy thoughts which formed in his head about you; but he could never do so.

He desperately wanted to see you from up close; to check whether your eyes were as breathtaking as he thought they were. To see if your skin was as flawless as he thought it was.

And soon, his wish came true.

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 It was a usual day at work for you; coffee orders, chatting with some of your favorite and more regular customers and joking around with your co-workers/friends. It was a rather small town so everyone was well acquainted with one another, which created a harmony you wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.

It was a cloudy climate, and within the first few hours of opening, an equally broody man walked in. He looked tough, like one of the bad guys in the movies. He had really short hair, shaved on the sides and a bearded face. He wore a blue, sleeveless jacket so the tattoo on his arm was the first thing you noticed right after his baby blue eyes. In contrast to his solid character, his eyes were soothing; borderline innocent.

As your eyes trailed down his figure more, you noticed the multiple rings on his fingers.

Many thought it was weird, but you thought that there was nothing sexier than a man who could pull of wearing multiple rings. Perhaps it was one of your many fetishes.

He strutted into the shop, the little bell ringing above his head and it dragged you back to reality and stopped you from further drooling over the curious stranger which just walked into your shop.

You never saw him around. But oh was he a lovely surprise on a gloomy morning.

 You glanced around and saw that everyone else was busy with other customers so you knew that you were the one who would have to approach him. And as tempting as that idea was, it also made you nervous. Very nervous.

You smiled down at one of the little kids who was drawing on the table at which you were serving, and you made your way to the counter – picking up your notepad and pen and walking towards the unapologetically gorgeous stranger who sat himself in the furthest corner of the shop.

 “Hi, I’m Y/n! Ready to order?” was what managed to come out of your mouth as you tried your best not to let the nervous tremble on your lips show.

You notice that his face lit up. He gave you a faint smile as he shamelessly eyed you up and down. Normally, you’d put someone who looked at you like that in their place but something about him screamed dominance and power so you decided that it would be better if you keep your mouth shut.

As his eyes traveled down your body, a strange warmth spread all over your skin, and suddenly – a chill ran down your spine as he leaned back in his chair.

 “Just regular coffee, 2 sugars and a dash of creamer. That’ll be it, doll. Thank you.” he answered and you immediately scribbled it down.

Hmm, creamer too huh? Guess he’s not as hardcore as he looks, Y/n.

“Sure you don’t want anything to munch on? We just made blueberry muffins,” you suggested with a polite smile on and he let out a little chuckle. One which made you feel very tingly in some places more than others.

“I’ll take that to go then. Just the coffee for now, doll,” he said again and you whispered an ‘okay’ and rushed into the kitchen.

 As you made the coffee, you couldn’t help but think about the awaiting stranger.

He looked like he worked out a lot… Ugh! Really Y/n?

 You rapidly made his coffee, keeping in mind that he wanted 2 sugars and just a dash of creamer. You placed the cup containing the hot liquid and paired it with 2 blueberry muffins in a paper bag, and placed the whole on a navy blue tray and walked out of the kitchen once again.

You had someone prepare the receipt and as you walked towards him cautiously, they dropped in onto the tray as well.

 You noticed that he wasn’t looking at you anymore, instead he was looking outside through the glass pane. And you tried your hardest not to look as disappointed as you felt.

You stood right next to his table, in close proximity to him as you placed his tray in front of him.

 “There you go, enjoy,” you smiled and he nodded.

As you walked away, you felt his stare on your back and you shamelessly swayed your hips just slightly more than usual, fighting back a giggle as the thought of the stranger infiltrated your mind even more.

 A little while later, not that you were watching him intently but, you noticed that he finished his coffee and left a couple of bills on the table, tucked under the tray and picked up the paper bag as he made his way out of the shop; not before stopping, turning around and smiling as he caught you looking at him.

Your eyes widened as he caught you and you turned around immediately, mentally cursing yourself for being such an idiot.

 Great, now he thinks I’m some weirdo who was spying on him. God, damn!

  As the days went by, you noticed that the man visited more and more. Sometimes even twice a day. And every time, his order was the same; coffee and whatever baked goods you had on that day.

You soon figured that he liked being alone, because whenever he came by, he always chose the seat furthest from everyone else.

You noticed that whenever he came by, you gravitated towards him with your notepad and pen – even when the others were free and could very well serve him instead.

The most you and the stranger exchanged were greetings and uncountable smiles all the while he stayed in your shop. You didn’t even know his name, yet every time he came by, your heart did its little happy dance inside your chest.

  If only the reaction was as innocent on his behalf as well.

It wasn’t.

 As if stalking you through his window, engulfed by the darkness of his unlit bedroom, wasn’t enough; Chris found himself going to your shop more and more. Sometimes even twice a day.

And every time you put a baked good in the paper bag and placed it in front of him with your signature smile; he wanted nothing more than to just take you right in the counter behind which he knew you hid and watched him walk out every time.

A sense of pride washed over him every time he had to pretend not to see you as your stare burnt holes in his back as he left your coffee shop.

You were paying attention to him… he liked that. A lot.

 All you did was share smiles whenever he dropped by your shop, and that was not enough for him. The uniform you wore barely helped in his quest of trying to hide his hard on every time you walked in his direction.

Your white short sleeved button down shirt carefully tucked in your flowy black skirt which ended right above your knee; and all he wanted to do every time he saw you in that was to tear it off you and fuck you senseless.

 At night, the sinful routine on his part kept going. Every single night, he watched you as you stepped out of the shower; body drenched, sometimes your hair was too. And he wanted nothing more than to just have you under him while you moaned out his name. He wanted to be the reason why you limped the next day, he wanted to ruin you in the best way possible. But he knew he couldn’t.

He had to wait.

So he wrapped his hand around himself as he stroked his length until he came; whispering your name under his quiet breath.

You knew nothing of his unholy doings. All you thought was that you had a weird neighbor who never had his lights on.

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One night, you got home from work; feeling much more tired and somewhat irritated as well. There were no rude customers, or any sort of hassle at work, but you just felt weird.

Even after a shower, as you lay on your bed with the light breeze coming in through the wide open window; you didn’t feel relaxed enough to go to sleep. You tried playing your favorite song but that didn’t help either.

Mindlessly, your hands slowly traveled from your side to your boobs. And soon, both your hands were slowly massaging your breasts as an enticing sigh left your lips. Your cheeks grew hot at the sound but that did not stop your movements.

Your fingers pinched your clothed, erected nipples as your back arched off the bed slightly. In no time, you took off your shirt, leaving you bare on your bed given that the large t-shirt was to be your PJs for the night.

Sensually, your fingers left your left boob and traveled down until it reached your core. Maybe, you thought, masturbating would tire you out enough to put to you sleep.

Your fingers slightly pushed aside your thin underwear, and toyed with your folds. Delightful sounds escaped your lips as your two fingers slipped inside your entrance with much ease given that you were dripping by now.

Your back arched off the bed again, causing the air to mercilessly hit your bare chest and causing the buds upon your soft swells to erect even further.

The pace at which your fingers effortlessly slipped in and out of you increased – your fingers brushing against every nerve that brought you immense bliss.

Soon, as the palm of your hands rubbed against your sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again; you came around your own fingers.

Sighing in delight and letting sleep take over your tired, naked frame. Your mind in a daze as the waves of titillation washed over you – you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how it would be like to cum around the fingers belonging to a certain broody, blue eyed, tattooed stranger who wore multiple rings all the time.

As your exposed frame drifted off to dream land; probably on your way to dream about that very blue eyed stranger – it was unknown to you that your previous provocative act was causing that same blue eyed stranger to lose his breath at the sight of you.

  Discretely hidden in the dark shadows of his unlit bedroom, yet again, Chris found himself at a loss of words and ability to form appropriate thoughts as he watched you come undone all by yourself.

A thin layer of sweat covered his forehead and the back of his neck as he watched you as if he were in a trance. He watched how you toyed with yourself, played with your boobs; the same ones he often found himself dreaming about in broad daylight, especially right after he left your coffee shop.

The way your back arched off the bed perfectly caused a loud groan to escape his lips.

A faint grip around his throbbing cock, he slowly guided his hand along the length of his shaft following the same pace as your fingers which worked on you.

He soon came right after you did. Immediately feeling bad that he, once again, used you and invaded your privacy for his own benefit.

 Oh baby, you should really close your curtains…

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 The next day, you woke up feeling better. Maybe your friends were right; you needed a good fuck. Your last relationship ended 2 months ago, and since then; well you haven’t been with anybody – physically. And maybe you needed that.

It was a Sunday, so all your other employees were given a half day off. Which meant that you were alone around closing time; which was around 8 p.m.

You were in the kitchen at the back when you heard the little ringing sound caused by the bell at the door.

You frowned. Weird, everyone knew that you closed at around this time. Plus, who could possibly want coffee at 8:45 at night.

 You dried your hands and stepped out the kitchen, and you found him sitting at one of the stools at the counter. Both his arms were placed on top of the counter as he mindlessly played with one of the paper straws.

 “Oh hey! Uh, I- I’m sorry, I never asked for your name,” you smiled at him.

He smiled back, and stared at your with his gorgeous blue eyes.

“Chris,” he replied and you mentally repeated it multiple times.

 Chris… suits him actually. It was a sexy name.

 “So, Chris, uh I’m sorry to say that we’re actually c-,”

 “Closed? I know. I’m not here for coffee, doll. I’m here for you,” he simply said and your heart did the happy dance again.

 “Me? Why?” you asked in utter confusion.

 Instead of replying, he walked over to the other side of the counter and stood right in front of you; trapping you between his body and the edge of the counter. He placed his hands on either side of you, closing the gap between your bodies.

Your breathing quickened. Your heartbeat increased, as you looked down to see that the lower halves of your bodies were pressed against one another.

 Chris placed his fingers under your chin and lifted your head slightly so he could look you in the eyes with his dreamy blue ones.

Your brain got foggy and suddenly, you couldn’t think straight as all you could focus on was the growing bulge in Chris’ pants; pressed up against your most sensitive part.

His eyes stared down at you, and your lips parted as you felt like you needed to increased you intake of oxygen else you would straight up faint in his embrace.

 “Can I kiss you, doll?” he asked. His voice calm, deep and something else which made the dampness in your underwear to increase.

 Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

 Unable to talk, and afraid that you would stutter; you simply nodded.

 And soon, you felt a pair of lips on yours. Soft, yet desperate; his kiss was passionate. His beard scratched your skin and you mentally admitted to yourself that this was something you could get used to.

His hands moved to your neck; holding you in place as the other one wrapped around your waist – bringing you closer to him.

Your mouths moved wonderfully together. He deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue past your lips; earning a sensual sigh out of you.

It resembled the sound you made last night. He thought.

 Quickly enough, you felt his hand move to your thigh, stroking the skin gently – leaving a trail of goose bumps along his feathery touch upon your hot skin.  

His mouth moved to your neck while his hand simultaneously moved towards your dripping heat. You let out a giggle as he found your sweet spot; beneath your jaw.

He smirked against your skin as he bit it, kissed it and licked over all the sensitive marks he left behind on your skin.  

His fingers found the way to your core and soon, he effortlessly pushed aside your underwear and buried his two fingers deep inside of you.

You let out a whimper against his cheek right as he did so, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth to prevent yourself from making any further noise.

 “Don’t hold back, baby. Let me hear you,” he said as he captured your lips once again. your hands tightened around his shoulders as you moaned in his mouth.

His fingers moved in circular motions inside your entrance, curling slightly with each thrust. The coldness of his silver rings spread to your glistening folds each time he rocked his finger in you and the sudden contrast in temperature sent chills down your spine each time he did so.

 You moaned out loud as he tugged on your bottom lip; leaving behind a loving bruise.

By now, you lost all ability to think straight and the only thing which made sense was that his fingers were bringing you closer and closer to your much needed release.

 With a couple more sinful strokes of his skilled fingers, you came around his digits. Hard. So much so that you felt how you drenched his hand with your desire.

You threw your head back as the waves of euphoria washed over you again and again. And with a few more additional strokes, Chris finally slipped his fingers out of you.

And without missing a beat, he brought his lubricious fingers to his mouth; wrapped his tongue around them as he sucked off whatever you gave him off his own fingers.

The sight was so intimate and so obscene that it almost made you come again, right there in front of him.

He closed his eyes briefly as he relished your taste; he hummed in appreciation and released his fingers with a pop.

Your blood rushed to your face again as he leaned down to kiss you again; and you could detect the hint of your taste on his tongue as it swirled around in your mouth. You sighed in delight as he pulled away, but not completely. His lips rested upon yours – unmoving for a while before he said a few words which caused your heart to skip multiple beats.

 “Make sure your curtains are closed the next time you decide to play with yourself, doll. Can’t go around teasing the hell out of your neighbors like that, baby,” he whispered against your lips before smirking down at you.

Your face was definitely hotter than the rest of your body by now.

His words repeated themselves in your head.

Well fuck…

 He once again created apace between the two of you as he walked back to where you initially found him – on the other side of the counter.

He smirked again as he took some steps back, still facing you. Your mouth parted at his words. Holy hell, what the actual fuck?

He winked at you, shamelessly and made his way to the door. He opened it and the little bell rang again; almost as if it were teasing you as well.

 Chris turned around one more time before stepping outside.

 “Oh and by the way doll, you taste better than the blueberry muffins,” he ended with yet another wink and stepped outside.

You watched him leave with a shocked expression on your face. His sleeveless demin jacket looked darker in the night.

You blushed when he compared you to the blueberry muffins. What the fuck?

 Guess the color blue isn’t gonna be the same for you as from now. . .

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Victims

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky spilling out what has been going on inside his mind. (Post Civil War)

Warnings: some angst but gets pretty fluffy

Word count: 2,054

A/N: This is the first fic that I'm ever posting and I'm pretty nervous buy also excited. This is also the first thing that I have written with Bucky since everything I have written for my entertainment has been with Sebastian. So... yes, I have a lot of little, fluffy drabbles with Seb. Let me know if you're interested in reading them because I thinking I'm ready to share and I would love to :) (let me know if I suck at summaries too, because that's new for me) Enjoy!

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The movie you both had decided to watch was a little over the first hour, and probably just starting to get to the exciting part, but it was long forgotten when you noticed Bucky wasn't into it anymore, judging by his lack of commenting on what was going on. Besides, he would always laugh when you laughed which he wasn't doing anymore.

At first you thought he fall asleep but then you felt the gentle, circular strokes he was doing on your arm and you knew he just traveled inside his own mind. He wasn't much into the popular entertainment anyway, claiming that the one from his time was way better and not at all pointless like now a days. Deciding to do the same and just focus on the peaceful feeling the slow ups and downs of his chest brought you, you relaxed, glued to his body, in the comfortable moment of silence you were sharing. Unconsciously, you even turned down the volume of the TV to enjoy more of the calmness of his breathing and the sudden sighs he would let out.

Shifting your position, you placed your hands over one another over Bucky's chest and rested your chin on top of them, fixating your eyes on his zoned out face. His eyes were looking straight in front of him, where the closet door was placed. He didn't even seem to notice that you've shifted and were looking at him now. Both of you were lazily laying in bed, on a yet more lazy Sunday evening. Well, he was laying on his back in bed while you were half laying over his huge body.

"Hey." You called to bring him back in a soft whisper.

That got his attention for just a few seconds where his eyes found your face making his lips instantly twitch upwards on a soft smile as his hand gently pushed back strands of hair that fell on the side of your face. "Hey, doll." He mumbled only to focus his gaze back on the closet door as soon as he greeted you back. His hand remained on your hair.

"You're so beautiful, Buck." You whispered after more silence, an enamored smile on your face as you admired the lazy look he had at the moment. Lazy looks were your favorites on him. You loved when his long hair was disheveled and his beard was skipping the grooming days.

"Not more than you." His gaze still not finding yours when he responded and that's were you knew something was disturbing his mind. You frowned.

"Of course you are." You said, your fingers stroking his beard. "What're you thinking?"

"Huh?"

"What are you thinking about?" You said calmly and chuckled as a way to try and put your nerves down. You just wanted to know about whatever that was bothering him.

He blinked a couple of times before his eyes found yours but he really wasn't seeing you. Though his eyes were on you, they seemed to be miles away from this reality. "About you." He spoke without emotion, his face remained lost while his fingers absently caressed your cheek.

If you weren't as worried as you were about what was bothering him you would be sad and hurt for the emptiness of his words, but you couldn't know him any better and you knew he deepens in his thoughts when something is really tormenting his mind.

"Bucky." You called when his eyes met the ceiling. "Bucky."

"Hmm?" He said absently.

You pushed yourself upwards to be at his eye level, resting your elbows on his chest and cupping his cheeks with both hands. Titling his head you made him face you again.

"Hey." You called softly, worry attached to your voice. "What's wrong?"

Bucky seemed to finally get out of his trance when you forced him to lock eyes with you, he blinked and after watching you for a few seconds he shook his head.

"Nothing. Let's go to sleep, sweetheart, it's pretty late." He forced a smile as his hand went to turn off the dim light on the nightstand next to his side of the bed but you stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"Talk to me, Bucky." You whispered.

His blue eyes watched you in silence while he debated on his mind wether to tell you or not. And now you kind of had an idea of what this was all about.

"C'mon, tell me what's going on on this pretty head of yours." You gave him a reassuring smile, slowly running your finger over his forehead.

He considered it for a few more seconds as you only watched him, worry filled your eyes but you tried your best to maintain a small and calm smile.

He must have seen your struggle because he finally spoke after letting out a deep sigh, making you breath again.

"Steve and Stark-," He began. "They- they don't talk to each other anymore."

You waited patiently for him to continue. That's how it was when he decided he wanted to share some of his heavy thoughts with you. He would go slow, taking his time to think of the right words to say but, once he opened out, he would just go on and on. He would tell you everything that was on his mind; every detail, every thought he had recompiled for days until his mind was empty before you again and until there wasn't anything left that he was holding from you and, finally, he would relax. It was difficult to make him talk at first, every new problem tormenting his mind seeming bigger than the last one, but once you got him to tell you, his words would just slowly flow out and flow out.

"And... that's because of me." He swallowed and you flinched at his words. "They were a team. And here I came back to put them all apart. Everyone in the team; Wanda, Natasha, Sam. They were all saving people together and now they've been divided only to save one person that might not even deserve to be saved."

Tears started to accumulate on you eyes and you closed them.

"Of course you deserved to be saved and you still deserve it." Opening your eyes again you lock them with his. "You didn't kill Wakanda's King, so, why would you deserve to be jailed? An idiot planned it all, remember?"

"I know." He sighed. "But I did kill Stark's parents. And it's my fault Steve lost his friendships and the place where they used to live. Nothing is the same anymore. No one is safe, they're all unsure of what to do and it's all because of me. I allowed you into my life and I put you in danger too. Sometimes I think they should've put me to sleep forever instead of wasting time trying to make me heal." His voice cracked a little.

"Stop." You said shakily but he continued.

"I have done so much wrong and I have caused so much suffering to so many people, I don't deserve to be treated the way I'm being treated here, all this comfort while Steve and his friends are living undercover. I don't understand why T'Challa and his people are doing all this for me. After learning of all the people I hurt, I really don't deserve anything." His eyes looked deeply into yours. "I don't understand why you're doing all this for me."

"Stop." You repeated and your hold on his cheeks tightened. "Listen to me. You're a victim, Bucky. Just as innocent as they all were." You were seeing a blurry Bucky in front of you as thick tears started to fall. "And it hurts me so much to listen to you say that you deserve something bad. No, Bucky. Because it wasn't you. It wasn't you."

You said repeatedly, thinking that maybe they'll stuck in his mind that way, maybe they'll finally infiltrate the deepest part of his mind and kill the terrible thoughts that punish him time after time, the thoughts that steal his desire to be happy.

"You didn't have control, they manipulated you. It wasn't you that wanted to make bad to that people. Hydra killed Stark's parents, not you. It wasn't Bucky Barnes thinking inside your head. You weren't Bucky Barnes in that moment, do you understand? You got robbed of so many things; your memories, your body, your life. You don't deserve more suffering. It's just right you're finally living comfortably after all those years."

You sobbed and, through your watery eyes, you saw tears falling down his cheeks too.

"You say you want to protect me and you think the best way of doing it is by letting yourself die? And what better would that do to my life? Who would protect me then? Who would I have left?" You exhaled a deep breath. "I don't know what would I do without you. I've lost everything as well, remember? You're the only one I have, Bucky. And I don't want to lose you. I'm not gonna lose you." You said frenetically, sadness filling your voice and your entire being.

Bucky shook his head, sadness filling him too as he watched you break apart. "No. No, you're not gonna lose me, doll." He said softly. "I promise. I will never leave you. I'll always be here to protect you, okay? You're not gonna lose me. I'm gonna stay with you." He assured you firmly.

He wanted nothing but kick to himself for making you feel sorrow, but first he had to calm you down.

You were shaking so much, Bucky was afraid you were going to break. His thumbs, and his whole hands, were wiping your tear covered face.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please-" He said, pressing his forehead against yours. "Don't cry, baby, please." His arms sneaked around you, pulling you to his chest and hugging you tightly, his chin resting on the top of your head as you soaked his shirt with your tears. "Please, don't worry about me." His kissed your head and rested his cheek against it.

"I'll always worry about you, Bucky." You sobbed when you started to calm down. "You have me loving you so much not to."

Bucky smiled softly.

"I can't help but have these feelings once in a while but I promise I'm gonna try. For you. I'm so sorry." He said after some minutes, running his fingers through your hair. "I don't want you to think I don't care about how could it be for you if I wasn't here anymore. I just thought your life could be simpler and less dangerous without you being around super people." He made a pause and signed. "Thanks for letting me know how you feel about that. I've never wanted to leave you, I just thought it would be easier for you. Please forgive me."

"If I had to risk my life again to be with you I would do it. I would do it again and again for the rest of my life. If I had to die while saving you I'll take that risk. Because you're important to me, Bucky. Can you please understand that?"

He nodded. "And you are for me. So much." He whispered and kissed your head again.

You hugged him tightly, pressing your body harder against his.

"Bucky?" You spoke again after a long period of silence where Bucky thought you fell asleep.

"Yes?" He mumbled while massaging your head.

"All those things that happened while on Hydra's power? That's exactly why you deserve to be saved."

Bucky wasn't able to contain the smile twitching his lips upwards, feeling deeply grateful for having you in his life. You were his only light. You were always seeing the beauty on him and that's what kept him trying. Your support and encouragement, and mostly, you reminding him that he was worthy. It was there everyday. Whether you voiced it or made something that let him know he was worth of love. Something he was still trying to understand but he was taking it. He was taking it for you. Because he realized you were happy doing that for him, and he never wanted to be the one holding that happiness from you.

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HBC Song Week pt 2

A song for each Seb character I love. While I haven’t seen all of these characters, there’s still songs that make me think of them.

1. Hal Carter

Dance Hall, Danielle Bradberry

Who doesn’t want to dance all night with Hal in a field to the songs on the radio? I know I would! It’d be so relaxing and soft

2. Bucky Barnes

From the Ground Up, Dan + Shay

I think this portrays the life that Bucky always wanted-a white picket fence, marriage, kids. He may not feel like he deserves it right now, but it’s what he dreams of.

3. Winter Soldier

Monsters, Ruelle

The rhythm of the song I think matches the Winter Soldier theme, and since evil men have brainwashed him, I think the lyrics are fitting.

4. Carter Baizen

Slow Dance, Kelly Clarkson

Carter would be happy to slow dance with you and the feel of the song just seems very Carter

5. Chris Beck

Heaven, Kane Brown

Chris has been to the heavens, and even that wasn’t better than being with you

6. Chris Destroyer

Poison & Wine, the Civil Wars

I think this describes the relationship you could have with Chris while he’s undercover

7. Charles Blackwood

Raise a Little Hell, Bonnie & Clyde

Charles definitely likes to raise hell to get what he wants

8. Jefferson

Steal Away, Celtic Thunder

Jefferson is the type to steal you away for adventures

9. Clay Appuzzo

Stay Awhile, Jeremy Jordan

Those gifs of Clay always makes me think of this song. They’re so soft

10. Lance Tucker

Heartbreaker, Celtic Thunder

This song embodies Lance’s nickname the Fucker. I almost went with Good Girl by Carrie Underwood for Lance, but I decided this song fit better

11. TJ Hammond

Black Horse and a Cherry Tree, KT Tunstall

I think this fits TJ’s rocky emotions and the heart he tries to protect in his hurricane of drugs and alcohol

12. Jack Benjamin

Every Little Thing, Carly Pearce

Jack remembers all the things his family has done to him, as well as everything in his relationship with Joseph

13. Chase Collins

Fire Meets Fate, Ruelle

I think this fits Chase’s personality

14. Sebastian Stan

Losing Sleep, Chris Young

What I’d like to do with Seb 😉

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[bwoahtastic]

Nico and Kimi having to do undercover work👀the angst potential omg

They’ve been preparing the case for months now and Nico will be sent in first. He grows his hair out, he makes himself look like the perfect prey for omega traffickers. His beautiful iridescent feathers and flecks on display. He’s seen in public places wearing sweet little dresses and he catches their attention really quickly. Peacocks are very rare and so gorgeous that he knows it’ll all happen really fast.

The pack is stressed out of their minds after Nico leaves, he has to stay in a little run down flat on the bad side of town to make him look more vulnerable. Mika moves in with the pack because he needs support, he’s out of his mind with worry but he knows that Kimi and the rest of the team have it under control.

Kimi is still home for the first few weeks after Nico has left, but they can all see his mind is still at work and he’s not very present.

He has to leave very quickly once they’ve gotten word that Nico’s been taken. And he doesn’t want to tell the pack that they’ve got Nico even if it was always going to happen. But he doesn’t want to stress them out.

Mika won’t let Nicky out of his sight he wants cuddles all the time. Nicky doesn’t really understand where mama went but he asks for Nico a lot which breaks everyone’s hearts.

Kimi coming back in the middle of the night only to find the entire pack in a massive nest in the living room. He gently steers Nico into the nest as well. Nico is a bit roughed up and bruised, but he’s safe. He’s wearing Kimi’s hoodie to help ground him and make him feel safe. Kimi gently setting Nico down next to Mika and Nicky. It’s Nicky who realises first and the very excited squeal of “mama” wakes everyone up. They’re so relieved to have Nico and Kimi back home. They are a little bit worried about what happened because the two of them never delve into the details but they see how much Kimi fusses over Nico the weeks after. Constantly checking that he’s still here and that he’s safe

Oh plsss!!

Nico getting ready dir his mission and he is nervous but determined as this can only help stop real trafficking. Nico living in a tiny rundown apartment and showing off his peacock features and it's barely a week before he is taken. All the while Kimi is waiting anxiously at home to keep an eye on everyone, waiting to hear from Nico.

Kimi going om the mission to find Nico and the pack is nervous because they know there are details that Kimi and Nico didn't tell them. Mika having a very clingy mousy with him at all times and rveyone's heart breaks when each morning, the first thing Nicky asks is if momma Nico is back yet 🥺

Kimi and Nico successfully finishing the mission and Kimi takes Nico home, leading him in carefully and shushing Nico softly when he hears the Omega getting a little choked up with relief as he is home! Kimi helping the exhausted omega lay down and Nickg instantly wakes up because he smells momma! Mousy purring like crazy and crawling onto momma's tummy and Nico holds him so tight while nosing into Mika. He wakes up covered in more pups and Seb stroking his hair 🥺

Pls Kimi staying so close to Nico for days and sure they are always close, but everyone knows things must have been rougher than they thought!

I am so soft for Kimi and Nico being so close! Kimi did so much for Nico 🥺

#asks #oh deer orphanage

[badmusesarch]

About Sage & Sebastian

She has no romantic feelings of any kind towards him, I want to get it out of the way before I start on this. As I see her, I believe Sage/Tessa is pretty much aro / aro spec. She doesn’t understand it, doesn’t need it, would form relationships of friendship + sex but wouldn’t call that romance. 

NOW. She spent years pretending to be someone loyal to Sebastian, and she was so deep undercover that it had to become her truth. Enough that even if she’d let her mental guards down, a telepath wouldn’t be able to dig up that she was working for Xavier. 

Feeding this is also the fact that Sage saw Xavier build his school, teach the other kids, give them opportunities he didn’t give her. She started to feel like there was something broken and inherently evil to herself, which would be why Xavier left her where she was without pulling her out from her cover job. 

So she became somewhat attached to Sebastian. She somewhat empathizes with him and she helped him further his goals (within the limits that Xavier set). She kept watch on Emma, protected her from Bogan, all because of Shaw. She also did her best to guide and help Shinobi, though he endangered the club (Club she had dedicated most of her adult life protecting and expanding, even if it was part of her cover) and she had him removed. 

Someone cannot stay so long undercover without living the life, sharing the ideas, and developing all sorts of feelings for the people they’re conning. 

so Seb and Sage are more complex than just “she was his most trusted adviser and she betrayed him” because in many ways... she could be trusted. 

#about: sage

[thejemersoninferno]

I want it that way.

·Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader, Sebastian Stan x Reader.

·Word count: 3769.

·Warnings: Angst, cheating...

· Song: I want it that way.

“It's the best for us,” he said.

“The best for us?! Or the best for you?!” you spat with anger in your voice.

“We need a break. We can't be doing this to ourselves,” he tried to calm you.

“Fine, don't you ever call me again,” you spat, leaving your heart behind.

You walked angrily out of his place not wanting to be anywhere near that man. The past two years you had a “thing”. You two had met walking your pets and became friends easily. Three years being friends and two being friends with benefits. Usually, when you both were out clubbing, you rang the other one's phone to not go home alone. You spent long nights loving each other. At the beginning it was cool, you wanted sex, you had it and still remained friends. It became more than that before you could even stop it. You started staying over at his house or he stayed at yours. He prepared breakfast for you and you did the same. He had to go out of town and he would leave you taking care of his best friend and his house. You would travel to his work. He would attend your expositions. You were trying to become someone inside the art world all by yourself so he went undercover to see your work. He would buy you flowers, he would hold your hand. He would kiss you goodnight. He would watch you work and smile at you. You would prepare his luggage. You would cook dinner for him. You would paint him while he rested next to you. You both would sing out loud to your favourites songs. You both would get jealous when someone looked at you inappropriately. You would argue over some stupid shit and make up later. You both would wanted it in another way but you wouldn't say a word to change it. You drove the other one crazy and wouldn't move a finger to change it.

The last five months you had been arguing non stop. He had been seeing someone but got jealous when you did the same. His family never understood what was going on between you two. He had taken you to his home with his family and introduced you. You had been treated like another member of the family and you would spend long days in their home when you had holidays. He met your family. He would even go on holidays with you and your family. So, seeing the both of you argue over the phone drove them nuts. You knew his mom wasn't happy to see what was happening but you couldn't seem to find the right answers to stop the fights. You had been out of town the last week due to some exposition in London and he was supposed to meet with you up in Amsterdam for the weekend and then fly back home for Christmas. He never showed up.

That's why you went to his house after work and found the reason he didn't get to you. The woman smiled smugly at you and whispered something on his ear before leaving with a “goodbye”.

He greeted you inside his house and you were in denial about what just happened, about what you just saw. You argued and then put an end to your relationship.

You loved the man with your whole heart and couldn't take it anymore. He left you in another country all by yourself for another woman. You used to think he loved you. He told you once in his sleep.

Tears streamed down your face when you arrived to your new empty flat. A flat you both were supposed to decorate. He had promised to help you out when you arrived from Amsterdam and now you were about to spend Christmas alone. You took a shower trying to calm yourself. How could he? After all you had been through he left you for someone else. Of course you did not blame him, you couldn't. You never arrived to terms of a real relationship but you thought he wanted it when he proposed to go to Amsterdam. You were sure he wanted to ask you officially to be his girlfriend. You were clearly wrong. Your phone rang in your purse. You checked it and turned it off. You didn't want to talk to anyone. After drinking some water you went straight to bed. You needed to sleep. To forget what happened. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.

Wrong. You were wrong once again. You had a meeting with an important business man to decorate his new house with your art. You showed up on time but not his new girlfriend. You choked on your drink when she appeared. She seemed shocked too. She treated you badly and he would try to stop her and she ended up yelling at him for wanting someone else's art on his house instead of the decorations she wanted. He excused himself and the woman and told you he would call back. The rain poured down at the same time you walked out the building.

“Brilliant,” You whispered harshly. You walked all the way back to your little office, picked up your car keys and went to your old flat.

Two weeks later, your new apartment looked incredibly amazing you thought. You had been decorating the last weeks to keep your mind busy. You had been working around the town. You didn't even notice it was Christmas until you had to go for food supplies and found every shop closed. Lucky for you, you had food supplies for your dog. The New Year's morning Scott Chris’s little brother, called you to see how were you doing. He ended up having lunch with you and comforting you.

He had to leave close to evening and you wished him and his family a great night.

“So, it's over?” your best friend asked.

“It was never a thing,” you added.

“Yeah but you could see from miles away you loved each other.” Your friend shrugged over the video call.

“That was long ago. Believe me when I say I want it that way,” you whispered.

“I know you don't want to hear this but I told you so,” she declared.

“New Year, new chances,” you said.

“Why don't you come over before going back to work?” She smiled at you.

“Then help me find a flight,” you told her.

You booked a flight to your friends current living place, London. You would be travelling on the 3rd of January and coming back on the 12th of January.

You cooked dinner for you and your furry best friend. You sat on your couch and ate the traditional grapes your family did though your childhood and teenage years. Even though you left home five years ago, you still followed their Christmas and New Year's traditions. The last two years you Christmas spent it at the Evans's house and he would spend the New Year's With you and your family. Both years he kissed you just after midnight trying to not be caught by your parents. You both knew your family wouldn't take it right so, you keep it low key in your house.

Your best buddy jumped over you when he noticed the tears on your face licking every part he could. You hugged him and kissed his head. He was a good boy. Your best boy. The next morning you woke up and prepared yours and your dog's luggage. You took him for a walk and arrived home after your morning run. He went straight to his bowl of water and you poured some snack in his food bowl. You went for a shower putting some music in the background. Your music was interrupted by Scott's call.

“Hey babe, just calling to wish you a happy New Year. I know things seem difficult now but I promise everything's gonna be alright. Please, text me back when you can, love you.”

You exited the bathroom and texted him back.

“Happy New Year Scottie, I'm fine. Love you back.”

You spend the afternoon sketching your dog and playing with him. You texted your best friend and scheduled things for the next day.

Early morning you walked around the airport waiting to board. Few hours later, you spot your best friend in the crowd.

“I'm glad to see again, darling,” your best friend greeted you.

“I'm glad to be here.”

The same night your friend took you clubbing. The next day you both went around the city like the good old days. Two days later, you did a quick travel to Spain and before you knew it you were patting your dog calm on your flight seats.

After your long flight you had a rest day at home with your little furry boy. You would need to start working soon. You had been waiting for a call all your way back on the flight after you received an email asking for personal details to get in touch with you.

“That's okay. Thank you for the opportunity. See you on Monday.” You spoke over the phone and smiled proudly. An art gallery in New York just called you to arrange a exposition in their facilities and you couldn't be happier. You called Chris to tell him. Scott picked up the phone.

“Hey, honey, how you doing?” Scott saluted.

“Scott! I did it! The gallery just booked me!” you shouted happily jumping in your seat.

“You did what?” he asked confused.

“I've been trying to get to expose my art in this Art gallery in New York but I'd never could until today!!! THEY'RE GOING TO EXPOSE MY ART IN THEIR FACILITIES! THEY'RE HOSTING AN EVENT JUST FOR MY ART!!” you explained doing a cheeky dance in your little office. You heard Scott laugh at the other side.

“I'm so happy for you, sweet. I told you good things were coming.” Scott laughed

“I know! And I can't believe! My art!” You denied smiling and then realization hit you. You just called Chris to tell him and his brother picked the phone up. Chris didn't want to talk to you. And the truth was you didn't want either but you couldn't stop yourself from calling him and tell him. He had been the first one to know anything you had to say always and right now it hadn't change. You excused yourself and asked Scott to not tell Chris about it. You knew it was childish but he didn't deserve to know.

“I hope this one isn't sold. I would hate to not have it on my room.” A voice whispered behind you. You turned around and found Sebastian smiling at you.

“Seb! You're here! You came!” You hugged him tightly and he laughed.

“Of course I am.” Sebastian kissed your forehead. “I wouldn't miss your day.”

“You're the best!” You laughed.

“So, how it's going?” he asked sipping his wine.

You sipped on yours. “The owner said I've already sold five paintings,” you explained, excited.

“Now, this one makes six.” He smirked at you.

You both laughed and looked to the painting before you. It was a portrait of yourself half naked playing piano. Chris had taken you a picture playing his piano half naked after a long night making love. You ran around his house trying to take it away from him and would laugh at you for being small next to him. You demanded the picture for a whole month and he would say no. On your birthday he gave it to you on a pillow and you laughed and kissed him. The next morning you had painted him half naked while he slept. The following week, he had a pillow of you half naked printed in his bed and you had one of him printed back at your place. You really liked the picture and never told him you were playing your heart out to him by a song. Frank Sinatra's strangers in the night sounded on the background and you smiled at the memory.

“If you hang this one up by your bed, I'm kicking your ass,” you warned him. Sebastian laughed out loud and squeezed you by his side.

Chris introduced you while back and you became friends ever since. Sebastian was a good man and always tried to help you in anything you needed. A few months after you met, you had a crush on him but you wouldn't say a thing since it was Chris friend and you knew you were wrong. Sebastian deserved someone who loved him forever and not someone who's sleeping with his friend and trying to forget and hide her feelings for him. Scott noticed these feelings you developed for Sebastian and told you to face it. Sebastian seemed interested in you too. He told you to embrace it and try to know Sebastian and see what the future had for you both. And you were about to do it, but then Sebastian left to Ireland and Chris invited you over to watch movies at his place. That night Chris told you he loved you in his sleep and you couldn't forget or take those words out of your head. When Sebastian came back you had a date and you felt relief when both of you agreed you saw each other as a friend. Ever since Sebastian and you shared a nice friendship and he would flirt with you just to annoy Chris any time. Anthony Mackie would join too.

“I'm glad things working for you, beauty.” Sebastian kissed your head.

“Thank you Seb.” You kissed his beard. “Really, thank you.”

April's fools day arrived and you had been working since early morning. Scott had called you two days ago to invite you to a April's fools party at his place and you said yes. You arrived and went straight to the bathroom. You had a nice warm bath and got ready just on time Sebastian rang your doorbell.

“Damn,” Sebastian whispered looking at your body in a beautiful little red dress.

“See anything you like?” you asked cocking a brow. Sebastian licked his lips and then kissed your forehead.

“I'm glad this is our first date.” Sebastian smiled.

You laughed and kissed his cheek. “I'll be ready in a minute.”

“In that dress I'll wait a thousand years.”

You laughed and walked to put some food on your dog's bowl. Sebastian played with him while you finished.

“Okay buddy, Sebastian and I have to go.” You patted your dog. “You take care of the house and behave, okay?”

Your dog barked in agreement and licked your face. Sebastian patted his head and you left.

“You're my fire,” Sebastian sang.

“The one desire,” you followed.

“Believe when I say,” Sebastian kept singing.

“I want it that way…” You both sang out loud on your way to Scott's house.

Sebastian opened your door just when don't want you back by the Backstreet boys sounded through the speakers.

“Don't tell me you have the whole discography on your phone,” you asked Sebastian, amused.

“My future girl loves them.” He winked at you.

You giggled in response and kissed his cheek. You walked to the door and knocked.

“Helloooooo!!!!!!” Shana welcomed you.

“Hey, sweet!” You hugged her tightly.

“I'm so glad you came!!!” Shana hugged Sebastian and guided you inside. The place was full of people, music, food, drinks, balloons everywhere.

“There's my tequila partner!!!” Scott's high pitched voice made you turn around. He hugged you tightly and you laughed. He kissed your cheek and then hugged Sebastian. Scott looked at you and winked. You both denied.

“For the record, I don't like tequila,” Sebastian added. Shana, Scott, and you laughed. Scott showed you around and dragged you away from Sebastian. Sebastian smiled at you while you followed Scott.

“So, Sebastian and you?” Scott asked pouring a drink for you.

“Mmm we're trying to see how it goes,” you added helping him clean up.

“Do you love him?” Scott looked deeply at you.

You tried to avoid his eyes and focused somewhere else.

“No, I don't,” you assured.

“Then look at me and say you don't.” Scott held your chin to face you. You gulped and denied moving his hand away.

“I can't forget him so easily,” you explained.

“Does Sebastian know?” Scott offered your drink.

“Yes. Sebastian told me he won't force me into anything. He understands I like your brother and he wants to win my heart,” you whispered. “I don't want to hurt him,” you said sadly. Scott squeezed you on his arms and kissed your hair.

“If Sebastian really wants to be with you, he will wait for you.”

“But what if I can't never stop loving your brother?” Your concerned voice sent chills over his spine.

“I know you love him but you can't keep holding yourself back for him,” Scott tried to explain you. “He's my brother and I love him but I don't want you waiting and suffering for him.”

You nodded. “I know,” you said.

“You're like my sister, honey. And I don't want a cad next to her,” Scott spat. You laughed and Scott hugged you.

“You two make a great couple.”

“I hope so.” You smiled back.

You walked back to the party and looked for Sebastian and Shana. You found them talking with Anthony and a few friends. You looked around the room trying to find him but not a single sight of him. You sipped your drink and walked to Sebastian.

Sebastian spun you around for the last time before kissing your cheek and you laughed.

You had been dancing for over an hour. The music was really good and you were enjoying yourself.

“I need to use the restroom,” Sebastian whispered in your ear. You nodded and he kissed your hair leaving your side. You stood there laughing and dancing with your friends. Shana offered you a shot and you drank it easily. You were dancing to “I want it that way” when you spun around and spotted him. He was coming back from the kitchen. Your smiled fell and his face switched to a surprised look and then a guilty one. He watched you across the room as you walked toward  Scott. Scott saw him and then turned on his side to face you. Chris whispered something and Scott held his arm whispering something. Shana interrupted.

“Okay everyone, it's time!!!”

Scott joined her dragging Chris with him. As you know we're here to celebrate,” ke explained. “So, we have a few games and the first one is Karaoke!” Scott and Shana cheered. The crowd erupted in cheers. Scott explained the rules of the game and the victory trophy to the best singer. Soon enough, Shana and Mackie stood in front of the crowd of people singing to “Baby one more time” by Britney Spears. The crowd went wild and you laughed at the two of them.

After Mackie's and Shana's performance, the blonde next to Chris joined the little scenario with her friend and sang to I really really like you by Carly Rae Jepsen.

Sebastian arrived by your side and you gave him his drink. He smiled at you and asked what was happening. You explained him and suddenly the melody to I want it that way by the Backstreet boys filled the room. You both looked to the scenario and Chris stood there with Scott by his side. They sang their hearts out. People sang with them. By the time the last chorus arrived Chris walked straight to you and sang the last bit…

“Am I your fire? Your one desire, yeah I know it's too late but I want it that way. Tell me why ain't nothin’ but a heartache, tell me why ain't nothin’ but a mistake, tell me why I never want to hear you say I want it that way…”  

The crowd erupted in cheers and Scott dragged Chris through the crowd. Everyone cheered in laughter. Sebastian looked at you while you kept your eyes on Chris. You both looked at each other like you had never been apart. Your heart racing on your chest. Your pulse going crazy. Your whole body trembling. You noticed Sebastian gulping and turned to face him. He smiled at you sadly and your sight flew back to Chris.

Soon enough you went to the restroom. You needed a break. You put some water over your neck and looked at yourself in the mirror. A knock on the other distracted you. You found Chris on the other side. He smiled at you and you smiled back. Before you could even notice he pushed you inside the restroom and locked the door behind. You pushed him back and looked him deeply in the eyes and he whispered the words “I love you.”.

You walked back to the crowded room and stood next to Shana. You tried to find Sebastian but it was too crowded to We will rock you by Queen and Scott's boyfriend performance. Soon Chris joined both of you and your back arched to his proximity. Sebastian appeared on the other side of the room and you smiled at him. When Scott's boyfriend finished his song, you walked quickly to grab the mic.

“Okay, okay, I don't think anyone can beat Queen,” the crowd cheered, “But trust me when I say me and my boy going to rock your body.” You smirked at the crowd and walked next to Sebastian. He grabbed the mic you offered and positioned himself next to you. You told the DJ the song and winked at him.

I don't want you back by the Backstreet boys filled the room and you smiled at Sebastian. Sebastian looked at you and a smile filled his face before starting to sing. The crowd cheered and clapped to your performance.

“Just to let you know, I do want you in that way.” You smiled at him. Sebastian's face lighted up like a Christmas tree and hugged you tightly.

“Then I'm glad I downloaded the discography for my girl.” He kissed your forehead. You laughed and squeezed him. You both saw Chris watching you and Scott and Shana smiled nodding at you. You faced Sebastian and he was still looking at Chris. You saw his features and you knew you really did want it that way. Sebastian turned to face you and you held his face slowly putting your lips on his. Sebastian smiled before hugging you into a loving kiss.

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Hello everybody, I’m back. 

This fic it’s coming to be part of @thefanficfaerie #BackstreetBoysChallenge. Thank you so much darling for allowing me to be part of this amazing challenge celebrating the Backstreet Boys 25 years making music. I remember growing up listening them (thank you mum) and, of course, I love them. Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD ONE. SOME CAKE, SOME WINE AND LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF LOVE.

I really hope you like it and enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Special thanks to my dear @thorne93 for beta’d me. You’re incredible. Love you tons.

And remember to enjoy the Backstreet Boys music. Much love x

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[imtherealsebastiansatan]

The fact that Seb is wearing "normal" clothes similar as the clothes he uses to wear doesn't mean he is playing himself, fgs!. These days most of the men of his age are dressed this way. Supposedly he is a spy so his character has to be look "normal" for stay undercover. It's harder to play a normal looking character than to play a character who requires a big physical transformation. TJ is a normal looking character and Seb made one his best performances.

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[sofreakinmanyfandoms]

November 23 - Liquid Perfection

Thanks to being ahead on word count despite being behind on days, I’m gonna just do short drabbles tomorrow to catch up.

Word count: 1621

Warnings: Flirting? Is that a warning? It probably should be since I’m bad at writing it. Also, definite hand porn descriptions of Seb’s hands.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader (Coffee Shop!AU)

“But like, seriously, Jen,” you insisted as she pushed open the door to the coffee shop, “it may be a trope, but it’s not that common and people use it because it’s good. Kind of like how an archetype can give you an idea for the foundation of your character. You don’t wanna make your character fit perfectly in a box, but you want to know what motivates them or what could change their motivations. Identity porn is totally valid.” The lady in front of you in line shot you an interesting look, so you lowered your voice. “I’m just saying, Zahn was not cheating by making McKell a long-term undercover. He still had to piece everything together on his own; it just made his motivation make more sense overall.”

Jen shook her head and sighed. “You can rant all you want, Y/N. I still felt cheated.”

“Fine,” you huffed, “see if I ever recommend you another book.”

You stepped up to the ordering counter, eyes down as you dug through your purse. “Do you want me to cover you? I’ve still got money on the card from my Aunt.”

“Sure, thanks,” your best friend grinned. “I’ll take a sixteen-ounce caramel macchiato to go, please.”

“And I’ll take a…” you froze as you looked up into the most brilliant eyes you’d ever seen. They were a pale blue and there was a light dancing behind them that knocked any semblance of thought from your brain.

Jen the ever-helpful elbowed you in the ribs.

“Uh,” your brain kicked back in just enough to recite your regular order. “I’ll have a sixteen ounce pour-over, half Ecuadorian light roast, half Ethiopian medium. To go. Please.”

“The lady knows what she wants,” the barista smiled and you gripped the counter to make sure that the world spinning wasn’t you about to pass out. Damn, the man was gorgeous. He had his slightly long brunet hair pulled back in a low bun with a few wisps hanging loose around his face. Beneath his apron with the coffee shop logo, his black Henley was just tight enough to prove he worked out. You caught yourself hoping he’d turn around so you could get a look at his ass, and to your delight he did just that once you’d paid. He was the only one behind the bar, and he quickly made the drink for the lady in front of you before working on the two you and your friend had ordered.

Jen shot you a smirk before leaning against the counter. “So…” she scanned his nametag, “James. I don’t remember seeing you here before; we usually see Steve. Are you new or have you just been hiding?”

He looked up from where he was pulling a shot with an amused smile. “I’m normally in the back baking, but we’re low on staff today because the Steve’s out of town. That’s why there’s fewer baked goods. Kinda hard to bake and serve customers at the same time.” He passed her the completed macchiato and set to work on your pour-over. “My other co-worker will be off his break any minute now, and then I’ll be relocated to the back so I can restock our pastry selection.”

“Then we got here just in time,” she laughed, giving him a flirty smile.

You rolled your eyes. Yes, he was gorgeous, but Jen was just ridiculous. James seemed, well, used to it, though. At least he was taking her attention in stride while not playing her game.

James kept his eyes on your drink as he worked on it, kettle held in a secure yet relaxed grip. You found yourself fascinated by his hands. He was wearing an assortment of rings, and they seemed to emphasize how well-proportioned the length of his fingers were to the breadth of his palms. You’d never considered hands erotic before, but man, his hands…

When he moved to put a lid on your to-go cup, you looked up and found him watching you. A blush crept across your cheeks at being caught staring, but he simply smiled and passed you your coffee.

“Enjoy.”

“Thank you.” You took a sip and your eyes went wide. “This is really good. I think you’re better than Steve. Why would they keep you in the back when you can make coffee like this?”

He laughed. It was the prettiest sound you’d ever heard and you mentally slapped yourself upside the head.

“I’m the only one who works here who knows how to not burn everything. I do it out of necessity more than anything. Never found a baker to hire and it’s been long enough I just stopped looking.”

“Start looking again,” you said, “because this is liquid perfection.”

James’s smile turned shy. “Thanks. I’m glad you like it.”

“Oh, crap.” Jen grabbed your arm. “Class is in fifteen minutes and it’s a ten-minute walk. We’ve gotta go.”

You waved to James as she grabbed your arm and dragged you outside. It wasn’t until you were actually sitting down in your intermediate Russian class that you noticed the writing peeking out from under the sleeve on your cup.

Text me sometime. ;) 555-2825

Well. That was unexpected, and definitely nice.

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Y/N: James? This is Y/N. I came into the shop today?

James: Y/N! Hi! I wasn’t sure if you’d actually text me.

James: And all my friends call me Bucky. You can too if you’d like.

Y/N: I like that. Bucky. It suites you.

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Bucky: You like sci-fi books, right?

Y/N: Yeah, how did you know?

Bucky: You and your friend were talking about them when you came in.

Bucky: Can I give you a recommendation?

Y/N: Of course!

Bucky: “The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet” by Becky Chambers.

Bucky: It’s nice in that it’s not as human-centric as a lot of them tend to be.

Bucky: There’s also decent LGBTQ+ representation, in that it’s there but not made into a big deal.

Bucky: Which is kind of nice.

Bucky: At least I think it is…

Y/N: Sounds interesting!

Y/N: I’ll look it up.

Bucky: Let me know when you do. We can meet for coffee and talk about it?

Y/N: Sounds good. :)

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Y/N: So I’m halfway through TLWtaSAP

Y/N: You were right, it’s really good.

Y/N: I’m really enjoying how well she builds the cultures for her other alien species.

Bucky: I’m glad you like it! :)

Y/N: Thanks for the rec :)

Bucky: Anytime

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Y/N: You still wanna meet to talk about the book?

Y/N: I should finish it tonight

Bucky: Yeah! You free tomorrow?

Bucky: I get off at 2. We could get coffee to go, or have it there if you want?

Y/N: Give me an honest answer: Would you rather leave once your off than stay?

Bucky: Honest answer, yes, but I won’t be upset if you wanna stay.

Y/N: Let’s get coffee to go. There’s a small park on campus, a five-ish minute walk from the shop?

Bucky: Sounds great! See you then. :)

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“So yeah, I think that was my favorite part.” You took another sip of your coffee, one of Bucky’s shockingly good pour-overs, and fell quiet. If he hadn’t been listening so intently you’d have felt bad for monopolizing the conversation. As it was, he asked questions when he had them and spent the rest of the time with paying rapt attention to your ongoing monologue.

The two of you watched the birds flitting through the trees for a moment, the silence not uncomfortable but not entirely comfortable either.

“Well,” you finally said, figuring one of you would have to come up with a new topic eventually, “I know you have great taste in sci-fi novels and make a fantastic cup of coffee. What sort of things do you like to do in your time off, other than read?”

“Um…” Bucky tilted his head as he thought, and your certainty that he couldn’t get any better-looking was demolished. (Seriously… How was he even real?) “Well, I always have a restoration project going, usually a car but right now I’m working on a bike from the 50s. Restoring the engine, banging out the dents, new paint job, new seats; that sort of thing. Steve’s my best friend so we’ll hang out in the evenings sometimes since we both work opening shifts. And,” he grinned, “I’ve been texting this beautiful woman lately.”

You felt a blush work its way across your cheeks, and you ducked your face down to your cup to hide your smile. “Beautiful woman, huh? What’s she like?”

“She’s incredible,” Bucky said earnestly, placing his hand over yours on the bench between you. “She likes sci-fi and coffee, and her smile could light all of Brooklyn. And I’ve never seen eyes as pretty as hers before.”

Have you ever looked in the mirror?

You didn’t realize you’d said that out loud until Bucky burst out laughing. As much as you wanted to be embarrassed, you couldn’t help but join in.

“In fact,” he said, turning serious again, “I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask her if she’d be willing to date me.”

“I bet if you found that courage she’d say yes.”

“You think so?”

“I’m pretty sure, yeah.”

“All right.” Bucky got down on one knee and pulled a sticker for his coffee shop out of his pocket. “Y/N, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

His cuteness would be the death of you, and you fully intended to enjoy every minute of it.

“Yes.”

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You think you're about to cry? Sending in those asks gave me a fucking fever. I need Dr. Stan to come take this heat away. 😎

I can’t find the ask for this so I’ll just respond to this one since it is still relevant and I wanna fuck with you for sending in all those asks….giving Seb the haircut! Ughhhhh. NSFW gifs under cut.

It was a slow day for you, thanking the universe for giving you a break. Making yourself some coffee, you sat outside the salon and looked around the busy street, watching people pass by in a hurry and enjoying the weather. Looking at your phone, you didn’t notice the guy who walked in the salon, your head jolting up when your boss called your name.

“Sorry yes?”

“Got someone here. I’m a little occupied with this asshole who picked the wrong color for his hair. Think you can take him?” He gave you the puppy-eyed stare, your head shaking before nodding.

“Yeah sure just give me a second to finish this coffee.” He smiled and waved at you before walking back in. As soon as you looked up and saw who it was, you visibly gulped, the smile forming on his face giving you away.

“Hi. You must be Y/N.” He stretched his hand, noticing the way you reluctantly shook it before smiling and motioning for him to sit on the chair. You asked him how short he wanted his hair cut, involuntarily frowning when he told you he was going really short. He raised his eyebrows when you whispered ‘oh.’

“Sorry I didn’t mean- it’s just that you know..”

“I don’t actually.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, making you focus anywhere else but him.

“Sorry never mind I’m overstepping my boundaries.” You wrapped a towel around his neck before wetting his hair. “Please.” 

“It’s just, I’m sure you know how much your fans love your long hair.”

“Are you a fan?” He turned his head to take a better look at you.

“Glad I wasn’t obvious.” You retorted back quickly.

“Darling you need to practice your poker face.” He laughed when your eyes widened in horror. “It’s fine really. It’s for a role though.”

“That’s cool. You allowed to say anything about that role?” You couldn’t help but pretend to study how you were going to cut his hair, attempting to find an excuse to touch it. God this was horrible but his hair was so fucking soft.

“Undercover cop,” was all he said before you looked in the mirror and saw his eyes shutting slowly. When he opened his eyes and saw you staring at him, he blushed and started playing with his fingers. “Sorry, it’s just that every time someone plays with my hair, I get sleepy.”

“I’ll make sure not to do that then.” 

“You won’t find me complaining darling.” He winked at you, chuckling when he saw you quickly grab the scissors again and start cutting his hair. You took your time, wanting to make it as perfect as possible because this was for a role and you really don’t want to be known as the woman that ruined Sebastian Stan’s haircut.

An hour later, you told him you were finished, surprised at how good he still looked. The man was just drop dead gorgeous in everything.

“So, you like it?” You asked him, more to see if you did a good job or not.

“I feel like I should be asking you that.”

“It suits you. That bad boy image is working for you.” You didn’t even notice what you were saying, putting your stuff away and sweeping the floor. When you turned to see why he stayed quiet, you saw him biting his lips, staring at your legs before he stepped towards you.

“I can show you just how much of a bad boy I am Y/N. How bout we take this somewhere else?” You whimpered at his tone, telling your boss that you’re taking a quick break before practically sprinting to the supply room in the back. 

You shut the door quickly, turning around just in time for Seb to lift your dress above your head. Your hands had a mind of their own, inching towards his head and scratching him, the inhuman sound he made making you shudder in anticipation.

“Ah fuck- Sebastian don’t tease. Please..” He pulled away to place a towel on the floor, motioning for you to lay on it before he settled between your legs. “Damn Y/N…you’re so wet for me. This all for me darling? You like my hair that much?” He nipped and sucked at your neck, smiling when your hands stayed on his neck and pulled him down on you.

“Shit…you have no idea.”

He laughed at your haziness, rolling his hips against your core and letting you know how hard he was.

“Actually, I do.” His hand lowered your panties down your legs, taking the thin material and shoving it in his pocket before kissing your inner thighs. “Hmmmm smell so good baby. So warm and sweet. Every time I felt your hand on my neck,” he kissed your folds before biting your thighs, “I wanted to fuck you on that chair. Didn’t even care who’d watch.”

“Seb please…please.” You were whining and impatient, not giving a damn that you were loud.

He slowly rolled his tongue on your clit, hands staying on your waist while he touched himself through his jeans. Just looking down at him sucking you made you weak. He looked like a starved man who just found his dinner and damn he looked good going down on you.

“Oh fuck Sebastian..your tongue feels so good baby shit…ahhh shit-” He moaned against your pussy, sucking hard on your clit before reaching over and cupping your breasts. “Better keep quiet darling. Don’t want anyone walkin in on us.” 

You bit your finger and maintained eye contact with him. God he was thoroughly enjoying this. Almost more than you!

So busy trying to push his head towards you, you didn’t notice his fingers teasing your entrance, coming and crying his name as soon as he inched two fingers inside you and curled them just a little upwards. You shook at his actions, wanting to push him away because it was all too much. 

When he finally pulled away, he rubbed your clit a few more times and laughed when your hips jutted against him. “Sweet as candy Y/N.” You hummed back at him, still hazed from your orgasm.

“How about we go for some coffee?” He asked, grabbing your dress and asking you to sit up so he could put it on you. You managed to put a thumbs up, his laugh making you flush before pushing him away, yelping when he gave your ass a squeeze.

“Still against me getting a haircut?” He raised an eyebrow at you, smirking when you shook your head and walked out.

“Oh shut up!”

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