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portgasdwrld · 7 months
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could you pls do a oneshot on how sanji would react to his male!s/o (if you do male) looking at himself in the mirror before asking him if he’d love him more if he were a woman cause he has seen how different he was treated compared to nami and robin:) angst to comfort pls💕
📂 Would you love me more if I was a women?
Male reader X Sanji
Warning: angst to comfort
Note: Hi love! Yes I’m open to write for male reader as stated in my rules !! So all good! I have never tried it before so I hope you still like it 💕✨Its also a concept I honestly have been thinking of somehow?? So let’s dive in 👩🏻‍💻
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You were getting dressed as Sanji was still sleeping peacefully. His light snoring mixed with the melody of the early birds in the morning was everything domestic you loved. Sanji didn’t have much sleep last night as he had a lot of cleaning to do late at night after a big feast on the boat. You stared at your lover comfortable in the sheets, his fluffy blonde hair scattered on his face as his lips were slightly parted.
You loved him so much but there was time you doubted his love. You eyes trailed on your figure as your eyes lingered on your reflection. You stared at yourself in the mirror as thoughts flooded your mind. You of course noticed how different his behaviour differs when he’s with a women and that always left you feeling uneasy. When Sanji realized his feelings for you, he never treated you so far different as the two women on the ship, but you could still notice some differences. Somewhere inside you, you wondered if he would’ve loved you more as a women and every time your mind went there, you could feel your heart shatter a little.
Your eyes fixed on your reflection and your nude torso, your eyes slowly started to fill with tears as the feeling was too unbearable anymore. You tried not to wake your boyfriend up, so you tried to be silent, but some sniffs gave it away. Sanji stirred awake from his sleep and in his morning voice he mumbled your name.
You didn’t reply as you know your shaky voice would give it away so you proceed by putting your shirt on and hiding your face away from him.
-Are you crying, baby?
He asked alarmed as he pushed himself sat on the bed. He stared at you through the mirror with his messy hair.
-No…it’s fine..
You say under your breath as you wipe your tears with your hands.
-No, its not. You’re crying my love..
He says softly in an almost broken voice. He hated seeing you like this and not knowing why made him feel upset. He immediately gets up and find his way to you as he wraps his arms around your shoulders, chest pressed against your back. The moment he embraced you, you broke down in tears.
-It’s so stupid Sanji…
You sob even harder feeling your chest suddenly so heavy.
-Nothing is stupid if it makes you cry, what’s wrong? Tell me, sweetheart..
You do your best to calm down with few big breaths, gathering up the courage to ask him this question that have been taunting you since the beginning of your relationship.
-Would …Would you love me more if I was a woman…
Sanji looks at you in disbelief a second. He furrows his eyebrows and doesn’t waste any time showering you with kisses on your back and neck. Letting his fingers trail your back to comfort you.
-Look at me, why would you ever think that?
He asks in a serious tone, concerned shown all over his face. You look down at your nervous fingers and let a deep sigh out.
-You clearly treat Nami and Robin differently than the rest of the crew, because we are males..
-No, I treat you and the girls differently. I don’t care about the rest. You are the one I love and care about more than anything, no matter what’s your gender.
He sits next to you and softly makes you look at him. He takes your hands and soothes them by brushing his thumbs over each.
-I grew up with a man in my life that shaped how I treat women and I can’t do nothing about it even if I want to, because it’s been that way ever since I was a kid…My body naturally act this way.
He takes a big breath as he watches your expression carefully, trying his best not to fumble with his words and hurt you more.
-But my heart beats so fast only when I’m with you, I seek only for your heart and your eyes. I hope I haven’t treated you any different from them, but if you ever feel that way from now on, tell me on the spot and I will fix it, alright? It pains me so much to see you like this, you know I love you?
He explains slowly weighting his words. He couldn’t change his past actions or how they could’ve possibly hurt you, but he wants to be a better man for you now and in the future. He wants to give all he has for you, because you just mean that much to his eyes. You slightly avoid his eyes for a moment, but a small smile creep up on your lips as you stare at his soft warm smile.
-I love you too..I’m sorry I don’t kno-
-You don’t need to be sorry, darling. I’m the one who apologizes.
Sanji quickly cuts you off with a huge grin as he wraps his arms around your body. He closes his eyes as he thinks of the situation and he couldn’t imagine a life without you. He will do anything to change this. He opens his eyes once again and slightly pull away to leave a kiss on your nose and forehead. He smiles.
-Breakfast?
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missmaywemeetagain · 2 years
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Pink Scarf - PART 5 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)
Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)
Requested: kinda??
(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)
Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years.  [ Fem!Reader ]
TW: Talk of alcohol and drug use. Infertility mentioned. Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.  
Rating: PG (ish?) (but other parts are very NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)   ||     Word Count: 4114
A/N: Okay, okay, okay, so this part is exposition heavy, and there is drama, but Jack has arrived! I struggled at first bringing him to life and realized we needed some backstory, so this is it. It also feels a little chaotic to me but our reader is in a chaotic headspace, so hopefully it works. Just so you know, if you're here for the smut, it returns in Part 6...
Thank y'all again for your reactions, reblogs, messages, and comments--I read every one and they make me swoon! Keep 'em comin' if you feel so moved (or send me asks since now I know how they work lol)! I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues.
I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat! 
Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch. 
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It’s not long before Elvis kisses you goodbye, a sweet, languid kiss that has your toes curling all over again. You convince yourself it’s the last time, that you will never, ever kiss him again because that would be decidedly wrong and bad and you never in a million years set out to be a cheater.
It’s not exactly regret you feel. You are upset with yourself for giving into your baser instincts, for stooping to Jack’s level, and letting your bitterness towards Jack dictate your choices, such as sleeping with one of his (and your) best friends. Those things put a sick feeling in your stomach.
But you just cannot bring yourself to regret sleeping with Elvis. Maybe if it had been anyone else, you’d feel a deep sense of shame for that part of it, but Elvis is quite literally one-of-a-kind. Beyond that, he’s also a good friend, someone you already care deeply about. You aren’t sure if that makes things better or worse in the end, but, no, you don’t regret this strange and unreal night with him.
You do, however, feel a deep sense of anxiety around this secret you must now keep. You think about it as you jump in the shower and frantically wash the smell of Elvis off you, the proof of your lovemaking swirling down the drain. You try to think of it as a clean slate, that yes, you did something you shouldn’t have, but now you have it out of your system and can move forward and try, try to make things work with your husband.
The husband who never came back to the room last night, who abandoned you to do god knows what with god knows who.
No, you don’t really regret Elvis, but you do feel furious at the circumstances that brought you into his arms in the first place.
The thing is, without Jack, you have nothing. You have no job; you don’t even have your own bank account. Since Elvis’ world was so consuming, you barely even have contact with those outside the inner circle, and this had been the way of things for the better part of the decade. It is 1969 for god’s sake, and you are not only stuck in a traditional marriage but wrapped up in this crazy world of Elvis Presley, which is anything but traditional.
But you can’t blame him entirely, you think, no matter how much you want to. Jack is his own man, making his own stupid choices, and you don’t have to be a helpless housewife. The world is changing for women, and maybe this whole experience is just your wake-up call to be more independent.
Maybe it’s time to consider leaving Jack, a small voice interjects.
No. No. Fear consumes you at the thought. You wish you could be as liberated as other women, but something deep inside you tells you the lie that you are nothing without Jack.
All these thoughts swirl through your sleep-deprived brain at once. You haven’t slept in over 24 hours, you realize, and you are exhausted, but wired. Nothing is making a hell of a lot of sense and making life-altering decisions right now is probably not the best choice.
Too late.
You are still in the bathroom, finishing cleaning up when you hear the key in the lock. It startles you out of your thoughts.
Jack.
You take a deep breath and try to act as normal as possible.
“Sweetie, is that you?” you call out.
Jack stumbles in, dark circles under his chocolate brown eyes, now glassy and bloodshot, his face drawn. “How’s my treasure?” he slurs, using his pet name for you, as he plants a wet, sloppy kiss on your cheek.
“Fine,” you say, forcing a thin-lipped smile, busying yourself by rubbing lotion into your skin. You stop yourself from recoiling back from him. He smells of stale cigarettes, booze, and a cheap perfume that you don’t recognize. Anger flares inside you, along with a deep sadness.
You know you shouldn’t ask, but you can’t help yourself. “Missed you tonight—turned around and you were just gone after the show. What did you get up to?” you ask, forcing your voice to be light.
“I was out having fun with the guys,” Jack mumbles, the lie so obvious that even if you didn’t know for a fact that he wasn’t with the guys, you still wouldn’t believe him. “And what does it matter? I’m a grown man and can do what I want without your permission,” he adds belligerently, stumbling out of the bathroom.
The more Jack drinks, the shorter his temper gets, and he seems drunk most of the time these days. You absolutely hate how your heart starts to speed up and you suddenly feel meek in response to his change in mood. The man he used to be was so sweet and unassuming. You silently hope he just passes out in the bed and that’ll be the end of it.
“Y/n, is that…? What the fuck is Elvis’ scarf doing in our bed?” he yells from the other room.
Shit shit SHIT.
You freeze. The guilt hits you suddenly, like a mac truck coming out of nowhere. I did a stupid, terrible thing. What in the hell was I thinking?
Do not panic, you tell yourself, your brain moving rapid fire through possible explanations and thank god one comes quickly and easily.
You force a nonchalantness into your voice, “What? Oh, the scarf…well, you know Elvis, sweetie. I told him I really liked the color and suddenly he was taking it off and giving it to me.”
Elvis was famous for his generosity, quite literally giving people the shirt off his back if they asked (though more commonly it was jewelry and cars), so this was not a stretch in the least. You hold your breath, waiting for Jack’s response.
“Well, next time tell him you like his gold watch, will ya!” Jack calls, buying it.
“Sure thing, babe!” You force a laugh. Your heart pounds against your ribcage.
You let out a shaking breath. That damn scarf.
You need to pull yourself together if you are going to keep this a secret. It’s barely been an hour and you’ve already almost been caught. Deceit has never been your strong suit. Looking in the mirror, you search for any other sign of your indiscretion, willing the guilty look off your face. Not that Jack will even notice. But still.
You’re going to need to learn to live with this. Feeling bad about it isn’t going to change anything. Jack certainly doesn’t seem to be feeling bad about the fact he just walked in smelling of another woman, so why should you care?
The knot in your stomach reminds you it’s not that easy.
Jack’s already snoring as you lay down beside him in the bed you shared with Elvis hardly an hour ago. Turning to Jack, you can see some of that youthful innocence from when you were both younger, his freckled face and dusty blonde hair falling on his forehead. He was surely the most handsome of the Memphis Mafia, though the deep scar that ran down his left cheek was off-putting to some.
That scar was the reason he’d met Elvis. Jack had been in a horrible car accident in junior high, one that tragically killed his mother, sent his father down the bottle, and left him with a permanent reminder of his misfortune every time he looked in the mirror. Once he’d gotten to high school, the scar still angry and fresh, some of the older boys began relentlessly making fun of him, bullying him. Well, Elvis, being the kind soul that he is and knowing exactly what it felt like to be different, to be picked on, came to Jack’s defense one day and they had been friends ever since.
When you’d met Jack, six years later, he’d just come back from his two years of military service, having gone in right out of high school. 20 years old and filled with hope for the future, he’d walked into your family’s diner in Memphis in his uniform. You remember that day like it was yesterday, your heart swelling a little. You, at 18, had found him so handsome and his scar made him even more intriguing, even though you already had a serious boyfriend, your high school sweetheart, Ted. Though Jack was quiet and bashful, he quickly became a regular customer, especially when you happened to be working. Eventually, he worked up the courage to chat you up, but only after he’d brought his friend Elvis in to be his wingman.
In 1955, Elvis was just getting big in the South, and when Jack started bringing him in, too, you were even more impressed because he was friends with a local celebrity, albeit one with silly long hair and moody eyes and a strange sense of style. Later Jack told you he’d brought Elvis in to help him start a conversation with you because Elvis was always so good with people and making them feel comfortable. You thought it was adorable that Jack cared so much.
And they were both always kind and tipped well, even if they only had a basket of fries, so you didn’t mind waiting on the strange duo. Of course, at that time, no one knew just how big Elvis would soon become, so you were all just a couple of kids talking and being friendly and having a good time.
Then, when Ted broke your heart and got engaged to another girl quick as lightning, after you had given him everything (thinking that you two would get married), Jack waited for you to mend. He even waited while you rebounded with another guy; in fact, you’d gone on a triple date with the guy, Jack, and Elvis and a few of your girlfriends.
When Jack finally asked you out on a date, you’d told him it was about time. After having been friends for a while by that point, it didn’t take long before you two fell in love. You remember how wonderful and in love you were in those early years, how you would’ve done anything for each other.
Life was moving fast by that point. You’d both watched in awe as your friend skyrocketed into stardom, yet E was still (mostly) down to earth and always generous. By late ’57, when you and Jack got married, Elvis had taken time between shooting movies and making gold records to stand next to Jack in the wedding, offering Graceland up for the reception. Then Elvis was drafted, and other than the sad days surrounding his mother’s early death, you didn’t see him for the next two years.
Despite missing your friend, those two years were wonderful. Back then, Jack didn’t go anywhere near alcohol or drugs after seeing what it had done to his father. You both settled into married life well, Jack with his good job as a mechanic in Memphis (he’d worked as one in the army), and you became a happy homemaker along with helping your family at the diner.
Unfortunately, by the turn of the decade, you both realized something was wrong—you were having trouble getting pregnant. After several doctor’s visits, it became clear that having children wasn’t in the cards for you. This was hard on you both, heartbreaking, in fact. Though Jack never wanted you to feel bad about it, you couldn’t help but feel lacking, that you were responsible for dashing his dreams of having a beautiful, large family.
Right around this time, Elvis returned home from the army with much pomp and circumstance. Though he’d feared his fame would dwindle in his time away, the opposite was true—he came back more mature, his image now “clean cut,” and suddenly he was signed up to be a real movie star. As his fame increased, so did the need to surround himself with true friends and people he trusted. He’d asked Jack, along with Jerry, Joe, Charlie, and the West brothers, to all join him out in California when he was making his films to help with security and things of that nature.
Jack had been reluctant to leave you at first, but you could also tell he needed to process and get away after the news, and it wasn’t going to be forever, just a few movies, a couple months at a time, and the ever-generous Elvis would take care of everything, take care of both of you—you wouldn’t have to worry about a thing.
Then, the guys would all return and the Elvis lifestyle began in earnest. You’d be up all night, partying, sleeping all day, time having no meaning. He’d open theme parks and movie theaters in the middle of the night for all of you to enjoy. Graceland became one big hub for his family and close friends, who all became your close friends. In the early days, you even went to California with them a few times, with the girlfriends and other wives and such. It was all incredibly glamorous and took your mind off not being able to have the family you’d wanted.
But as the years ticked on, the more Elvis became disillusioned with the cyclical and draining direction of his career, the more bored he became, the less you all were invited out to LA, and the rumors of the parties and the drugs and the girls slowly trickled back to all of you left behind at Graceland.
Eventually, when Jack came home, you noticed he’d started drinking, only a little at first, but after each trip it would get worse and worse. For a while, he was still loving and somewhat present when he was home, maybe because he was feeling guilty about leaving you so often (or about whatever scandalous shit was happening out in LA), but he was still there. There would be long conversations and gifts and dates. Of course, the gang of you all still partied and had fun when the men returned home. Things were not all bad. But Jack continued to drift away from you slowly, until nothing you did or tried seemed to really bring back the man you’d married.
It was desperately lonely, and it felt like all your fault, even though you knew logically that it wasn’t. It was just the unfortunate perfect storm of events that kept you married, but often living separate lives. Even with everything, you had once been sure that he had still loved you, and you had still loved him.
But somewhere in the last few years, it had changed, and you barely recognized him anymore. You knew a lot of it was the drinking and the drugs you knew he was doing out in California. You weren’t sure when the women started, or how serious they were, nor did you really want to know. While Elvis had gotten better, healthier, stronger since he gained more control over his career in the last year and a half, your husband seemed irreparably changed, caught in a vicious cycle of self-destruction.
He had become the thing he never wanted to become—his father—and you had become his ball and chain, a weighty responsibility he was forced to come home to every once in a while. You were doubtful he still truly loved you.
But do I still love him?
As you lie there next to him, you aren’t sure. Maybe you don’t want to admit to yourself that you don’t love him anymore. How could you, after what you did with Elvis? The man who, since the very beginning, has somehow been at the crux of the relationship between you and Jack. Always there, ever present in the background or the foreground, save for his two years in Germany.
Images, forgotten moments of Elvis flash through your mind: His lingering flirty eyes at the diner. His crooked smile as he grabbed your hand tightly, pulling you and Jack backstage at one of the early shows in Memphis. How he’d danced with you at your wedding, gripping your waist like he didn’t want to let you go, a sadness behind his smile that you’d assumed was related to the exhaustion of his fame. How he clung to you, sobbing in your arms, when his mother died. How he’d found and paid for the best doctors to find out why you couldn’t get pregnant, and the giant bouquets of flowers he’d sent every day for a week once you’d found out why. How he'd made a point over the years to find small moments with you, whether it was talking about the meaning of life out under the stars or singing hymns at the piano.
Slowly, slowly it begins to dawn on you that it’s possible something else has been going on for a very, very long time.
“I take care of what’s mine.”
Your heart starts thundering in your chest, taking away your breath. There’s no way. I’m just letting what happened affect my perception of things.
But the seed is now there, lingering, planting itself ever deeper as you desperately try to uproot it.
Stuck in your memories and confused by the present, you realize that tears are silently flowing down your face. You sniffle, wiping them away quickly. You turn on your side, away from Jack, trying desperately to sleep, but your thoughts are puzzled, angry, sad, euphoric, churning. And they keep drifting, drifting back to Elvis.
Those haunting blue eyes. The feel of his lips. The way he made you feel so good.  
Fuck.
*
You make it nearly two days before your need for Elvis catches up with you.
That first day, you barely slept, and when you did, it was fitful. However, when Jack woke, he was sober and seemed sorry for abandoning you the night before. He obviously wanted to make up for his behavior, encouraging you to get dressed up because he was going to show you around the Strip, take you to an early dinner at a nice restaurant before he had to work security for Elvis’ 8pm dinner show.
“I’m gonna take my treasure out and show her a night she deserves!” he had exclaimed enthusiastically. He kisses you and holds you at the waist as you walk under the neon lights and for a moment you think that maybe your secret indiscretion somehow subconsciously reminded Jack that he needed to pay attention to you, that you are his wife, that he loves you. For a moment, it feels like it used to. For a moment, you forget it all and feel happy with your husband.
For a moment.
Then he has a double whisky on the rocks with dinner, then another, and another. Soon he is openly flirting with the waitress and while to anyone else looking at you, he just seems like a pleasant guy, you can sense the evening going downhill, his dark eyes starting to glaze and shifting to anyone in a skirt.
You hide your disappointment behind a forced smile and a glass of champagne.
So when it is time for him to join Elvis and the other guys backstage, you give him a kiss on the cheek, and gladly send him on his way.
You linger a little too long at the door backstage, fingers playing with the clasp on your clutch, an overwhelming temptation to see Elvis rolling over you.
No, you can’t. Don’t even think about it.
Originally, you’d planned to go to the midnight show with some of the other wives and girlfriends, but as you hurry away, you realize you don’t think you can see him yet, not just yet. You are too vulnerable. Too tired. Too confused by last night’s possible revelation. Too disappointed in Jack and feeling stupid that you’d thought that things might actually change.
You spend the night in your hotel room instead, reading a book and catching up on much needed sleep.
You dream of calloused fingertips trailing over your body, of deep azure eyes burning into your soul, of full, pouty lips catching yours. Elvis.
You sleep so hard that you don’t even hear Jack stumble in at some god-awful hour.
You wake up feeling refreshed, stronger, like the last few days had been some strange fever dream, though the black and pink scarf draped over the back of the chair reminds you otherwise.
I’ll give it back to him tonight after the dinner show, you think. No more temptation. No confusion.
You have every intention of following through, though as you get ready for the evening, you spend a little extra time on your makeup, putting on your sexiest, most eye-catching little black dress. You are going to hit the casinos with the girls before catching the midnight show, and plan to just slide backstage after the first show to return the scarf before going on your merry way.
You fold the scarf neatly into your clutch, toying only briefly with the silky fabric before locking it away. Yes, this is good, this is the right thing to do, you know it is.
This mantra repeats in your head all the way down the elevator and to the backstage door. Just give him the scarf with a smile and walk away, easy as pie. In your head, you picture it perfectly.
But the moment Joe lets you backstage, you realize that fate has other plans for you. You don’t see Elvis, but you sure as hell do see your husband with his tongue down the throat of some young groupie, right there down the hall, right there for everyone to see.
Your stomach rolls, a bitter bile of shocked humiliation rising into your mouth. It is one thing to suspect, even as sure as you were, but it is something completely different to see it right in front of your face. Fury has your entire body shaking and while part of you wants to scream and break things, you find yourself frozen to the spot.
Jack doesn’t see you and just keeps necking with the girl, who is giggling stupidly. Angry tears burn in your eyes and threaten to consume you. You white knuckle your clutch as if it will save you from physically harming the man you’d pledged to spend the rest of your life with.
It’s Jerry who sees you from down the hall, beyond the offensive scene, and the look of horror, then pity, that flashes over his face humiliates you even more. This is what finally gets you moving, spinning on your heels and heading right back out the door. Once you are out, the tears spill over onto your cheeks, and you frantically brush them away with a shaky hand, heading to the nearest washroom before anyone else can see you.
Locking the bathroom stall door behind you, you finally take a shuddering breath punctuated by a sob. You realize your marriage is truly over, that it is nothing but a façade that placates society into believing that anything in your life is remotely normal. You are furious at Jack, furious at that poor, unsuspecting girl, furious at Jerry, at Elvis, but mostly furious at yourself for ever thinking there was a way Jack would find his way back to you.
And there is the deep, horrid feeling of utter failure—that this was somehow your fault, that you somehow asked for this, that you are a terrible wife and that’s why Jack strays. This is somehow your punishment for not being able to offer him the life he wanted.
Yet, beyond those hellish thoughts, as you let yourself truly feel this out, you almost feel relieved. Relieved that you know for sure, relieved that you can stop pretending like things were as they used to be. Relieved of your guilt about Elvis.
Elvis.
Your tears subside, your anger a little less intense, your breathing evening out and while the sick feeling of being totally humiliated still resides in your stomach, something else rises through it all.
Fuck Jack.
You pull some toilet paper from the stall, unlocking it and finding the mirror. You carefully blot away your tears, grateful that most of your makeup is salvageable, though your eyes are quite red. Rummaging in your clutch, you use your compact and carefully reapply your lipstick. As you go to put the makeup back in the clutch, you see that silky, beautiful pink scarf.
You don’t think twice as you wrap it around your neck.
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Pokemon Half Moon - True Colors
A deep silence surrounds Emmet. The man finds it strange... His hearing is sharp, so he tends to wake up easily when there's a distinctive sound like a falling object, a voice or a crowd like in the Diamond Clan. In addition, he felt the right side of his body resting on a hard ground, unlike the softness of his and his mentees' tent. When the Subway Master managed to open his eyes after some struggle, he realized why there wasn't any sound around him: he wasn't in the Diamond Clan, but in front of a huge temple. Given the design of the pillars, the cold wind swirling around the area and the symbols of Arceus in front of the shrine’s entrance, it didn't take Emmet long to figure out where he was: the Temple of Sinnoh, the original form of the Spear Pillars in his time.
Once fully awake, the Ice Hero noticed that his hands were tied behind his back with a rope. He stood up almost immediately from the shock... How did this happen? Someone kidnapped him? For what purpose? Aside from these questions, his first thoughts went to his Pokemon and stuff. Luckily, he still felt his saddlebag behind him and his Pokeballs inside, which means that whoever ambushed him didn't steal anything from him. The badge on his cape was missing, though. After he calmed down, he was about to reach for his bag and ask his Garchomp to free his hands when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs of the temple.
"It seems you’re awake at last." A man’s voice says.
Volo appeared in front of Emmet, having dropped his Gingko guild uniform to a white, golden and green outfit reminiscing of an ancient people, as well as a hairstyle similar to Arceus’ head. He smiled politely to the Ice Hero, visibly unfazed by the Subway Master’s defiant look towards him.
"This sleeping medicine created by the Pearl clan is actually pretty effective. I didn’t expect it to work for that long. Well, it allowed you to sleep well until we arrived here."
A sleeping medicine… Emmet understood now how Volo managed to took him to Mt. Coronet without him noticing a thing. He probably used the same trick to his Pokemon so as to freely act as he wanted. The Subway Master stayed quiet and glared at the blond man, his face showing his silent anger against him.
"You may wonder if your mentees are in the same situation as you… Don’t worry, I haven’t done anything to them. We’re all alone in the temple, Silver." Volo paused for a few seconds. "Or maybe you want to be called by your real name instead… Emmet, is that right?"
The Ice Hero remained still and impassive, but he felt a cold shiver ran down his spin. The only time he told his real name to anyone in Hisui was in a night conversation with Adaman… And Volo overheard them from afar.
"Have no fear, I kept this information only to myself." Volo calmly says. "I may not look like it, but I’m quite good at keeping secrets."
A silence settled down for a few minutes, with the two men staring at each other: one with quiet fury and the other with a fake affable smile. Volo then looked up at the sky, his arms crossed and his expression more serious.
"… You know, it’s not that strange that outsiders come from the sea. After all, not everyone in Hisui is a native, so I didn’t find anything unusual about you and your mentees washing up here after a boat sank. Since you're from another land with a different history and customs, it’s only natural that your experiences and knowledge are also different from here, whether as individuals or as Pokemon Wielders."
Volo paused for a few moments, looking back at Emmet.
"That said, the more I saw you, the more some details unconsciously intrigued me. Your appearance, your mannerisms, your way of speaking, your way of fighting with your Pokemon… I found it both familiar and different at the same time, as if I already saw it before. Since my goal was to get Rei to find Arceus' plates, I didn't think much about it at first… But then I remembered that there was someone who shared similar traits as you; Pearl Warden Ingo."
The Subway Master clenched his fists.
"When I took the time to think about it, it answered why you reminded me of something: you’re like a younger Warden Ingo. That man appeared in Whiteout Valley a year and a half ago without remembering anything about his life except his name, and the Pearl clan who lived in that part of Hisui took him in to keep him from freezing there. To this day, no one knows where he really comes from, not even him."
Volo then turned his back to Emmet, to the Ice Hero’s surprise.
"Well, it makes sense… Because I’m the only one who knows that he fell from the sky, just like Rei eight months ago."
Emmet’s eyes widened a bit from what he’d heard.
"I admit I was surprised to see him fall from one of the first rifts Giratina created to test our shared contract. I understood for sure that Warden Ingo came from somewhere else, but I wasn’t sure if it was from a different dimension or a different time. That is… Until I heard that you are his younger brother. Given this information, your physical resemblances, the way you share the same way of speaking and the fact that you and your mentees adapted so quickly to Hisui, its particularities and dangers, without ever being here before, it allowed me to assemble all the pieces of the puzzle. You, Hilbert, Hilda and Ingo are unovans, that’s the truth… But not the Unova of this time. You are from the future. I guess Rei is from your time too since you know him, even though he doesn’t remember it because of his amnesia."
Silence. The wind continued to blow around the Temple of Sinnoh. The Subway Master could feel his blood boiling… Since the blond man discovered the true identities of the Unova Dragons and the Fallers, then there’s no need to keep up any facade anymore. After long minutes, Emmet looked at Volo with a dark stare and talked for the first time since his awakening, his voice terrifyingly composed and cold.
"… I knew it. You’re the culprit who caused this space-time mess in the future."
Volo turned again towards Emmet, a dark smile on his face.
"That’s right. I am the one in control of the space-time rifts."
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Wilford Warfstache x reader x Darkiplier
Anon: So, I don't see a lot of warfstache content with gn/male readers? And I absolutely love your writing so
Could I get Wilford and Dark with reader just chilling, like cuddling on the couch or in bed or smth
Honestly, this idea just exploded in my mind, and kinda turned into an excuse to write a fic with some relationship dynamic stuff around/through cuddling :P Really like how it came out, hope y’all do too!
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One of your favorite ways to end your day is cuddling close with Dark and Wilford.
Neither of them needs to sleep, but more often than not they’ll indulge your cuddling. Or rather, Dark says he indulges it, while Wilford openly invites it any time he has the chance. Not that Dark doesn’t like it, he’s just not going to verbally say so.
So more often than not, if any of them, or both of them are home, you get your cuddles.
Not tonight however, as Dark had calls you to inform you that he doesn’t know when he will be home, since there is a problem, something involving the Jim twins, Wilford, Bim, and fire. 
You don’t ask any details, just wish him good luck with the screaming you can hear in the background, and the two of you say good night to each other before hanging up.
Slightly disappointed, you pout at your black phone screen, but then shake yourself out of it.
You’re a grown up, you will not get sad just because you can’t cuddle your boyfriends.
No, not at all.
Well.....
Okay, so maybe a little.
Going about your nightly routine, you realize how quiet the your place is without Dark and/or Wilford.
Well, most of the noise would have been from Wilford, as the mustached man tended to be the louder and more floppy of the three of you, boasting and telling stories with a loud voice and constant movements, never far away from bringing out a smile or laughter from you. Tackle hugs and surprise cuddling were to be expected.
Dark’s company was more quiet, the two of you being in the same space and doing your own things, sometimes having conversations about your rather normal days compared to his, or a new hobby you had discovered. Other times the only noise apart from you was his breath, (that you know he didn’t need but did for your comfort), and the rustle of him as he turned pages of a book sitting on the couch, wine in hand as you scrolled on you phone, head on his thigh.
When they both were there, often it would come to discussions about movies and books, some of them familiar to you, other completely unknown. Your favorite times were when you could drag them to bed and cuddle there while they discuss some art-film from decades ago that you’ve never heard of. You were content to just listen then, just feeling them close to you, sometimes your head on either of their chests, or their heads on yours.
You always sleep better when you can cuddle with them, so when you get into your cold and lonely bed after getting ready for the night, you sigh as you try to get comfortable.
You want to cuddle your boyfriends.
You know you did that just last night, but still you miss them.
You want to hold them close, or to be held close. Feel their breath on the back of your neck and throat as you fall asleep, their arms around you. Or the weight of their heads on your chest.
The too warm skin of Dark, or the thrumming heartbeat of Wilford.
But they’re not here right now, so no cuddles for you tonight.
You toss and turn, not finding any position comfortable for what feels like hours, until finally, somehow, what feels like hours later, you fall asleep into a uneasy sleep.
You dream of flowers and fields, cows and books.
There’s a farm you think, and you can see fireworks go off somewhere on the sky.
Then the dream shifts, and you’re on a boat, checking a chest for gunpowder and something to light it with.
Another shift, this time to a unknown city with grey buildings that glint in steel and glass as you dance through it with a mob of other people.
Your dream is ever shifting and your sleep is not deep, so it doesn’t take much to wake you up to a still dark room.
A hand in your hair and the bed dipping behind you it all it takes to snap you out of dreamland. Looking up, you’re met with Dark’s black eyes, and a barely there smile on his face.
“Ah, we didn’t want to wake you, but it seems that we have failed.” A kiss on the back of your neck as arms come around you from behind, and a body settles against your back.
“I don’t mind.” You say as Dark gently strokes your hair, Wilford nosing at your neck as he settles, tickling you with his mustache and causing you to wiggle in his arms.
“We got that little business settled with the whole fire thing, and your deary Dark here insisted that we got home as fast as possible to you sugarplum so we could cuddle you.” Dark removes his hand, and you’re sure if you could see it, there would be a blush on his grey cheeks.
“I did no such thing.” He starts to change into sleepwear as Wilford shifts so he can pop up from behind you to look at him.
“Sure did honey, he’ll never admit it, but I believe his exact words were;” Here Wilford lowers his voice to try to imitate Dark, “‘Our darling needs us, they will not sleep properly without at least one of us there. I do not care if it is you or me that goes, but it would be preferred if we both did’.” Dark rolls his eyes as he gets under the cover with you (you think, it’s hard to tell with all black eyes).
“I don’t sound like that.” You open your arms, and Dark lets you pull him into your chest, one if his hands settling just over your heart, the heat of him already warming up the cold air he let in by moving the covers.
“Sure do honey!” Dark huffs, but doesn’t say anything else, instead sighing contently as one of your hands finds its way into his hair, just gently stroking through it. Wilford giggles as he flops back down, pulling you, and by extension Dark, closer, arms back around you.
Neither of them seems to be in a talkative mood tonight, which you are fine with.
You’re just happy that they’re home, in bed, and cuddling with you.
It feels so right, like it just should be like this all them time.
Wilford already steadying and deepening breath against the back of your neck, ready to fall asleep in any second. So are you, and even Dark seems to be in the same mind, as he’s more or less curled into you, eyes closed. He doesn’t need much sleep, and when he cuddles close like this, you know he needs it.
So you plant a small kiss on the top of his head, getting a small hum in return.
Closing your eyes, it only takes but a few moments for you to fall asleep, safe and cuddled as you are.
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Forduary Week 3: Insomnia
Post-series Fiddauthor fluff! Sometimes sleeping is hard. (CW for mention of serious bodily injury, and also for a lil bit of Ford’s ptsd)
There’s nothing like falling asleep on a boat, Ford thinks longingly. He never once had trouble sleeping on the Stan o’ War, unless it was because of some temporary problem, like Stan stomping around their room or pain from a cracked rib.
Now that he and Stanley have returned to Gravity Falls for the summer, Ford seems only to be able to sleep in fitful catnaps throughout the day, sometimes waking by jolting himself upright, filled with the urge to either punch something or run until he realizes where he is. At night, after trying and often failing to fall asleep, he paces around the Hootenanny Hut like a none-too-stealthy ghost, exploring the cavernous, tacky rooms and their contents.
Ford stands at the end of a spacious hallway. In the darkness, it seems painted in grays and blacks. The window at the end of the hall is so ostentatiously large and multi-paned that he wonders if it was placed there by accident. It was probably intended to be the central feature of a house that cost a mere six figures. The window overlooks a healthy portion of deep, black woods, bathed at the moment in bright moonlight that spills into the hallway and pools on Ford’s bare feet. He winces, suddenly realizing how cold his toes are. He curls them into the thick, artfully patterned carpet. He should have worn socks.
Ford’s eyes are gritty and sore. His head aches. His jaw, too. He’s been clenching it without noticing, an old habit of his that’s resurfaced. His tension ratchets up when he hears footsteps behind him. He whirls around quickly, despite the fact that he knows perfectly well who it will be.
Fiddleford is dressed for sleep in sweats and a t-shirt. He moseys down the hallway, smiling when he catches Ford’s eye, in spite of Ford’s overreaction to his presence. Ford smiles, slightly embarrassed to be caught panicking at nothing.
“Good evening,” he says, feeling immediately re-embarrassed. A lot of formality for a man wearing plaid jammies, he thinks in an annoyingly Stan-like voice. Fiddleford only smiles and steps nearer.
“Evenin’. Come here often?” They both look out Fiddleford’s window, shoulder to shoulder.
After a comfortable pause, Ford answers, “It’s my first time at this particular window.”
Fidds snorts. “Can’t sleep or don’t want to?” he asks.
Ford glances at him, smiling slightly. “I’d love to if I could. I think I’m just having trouble adjusting to sleeping on dry land.”
Fiddleford nods. “Did all you could to avoid it when we were young and now you can’t sleep when you want to. That’s irony for ya.”
Ford nearly jumps out of his skin when Fiddleford brushes his hand against Ford’s. Before Fiddleford can do more than twitch in surprise and open his mouth to apologize, Ford slips his hand quickly into Fiddleford’s.
“Sorry,” he says before Fiddleford can. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s fine, honey.” Fiddleford’s frowning up at him, worried. His eyes are full of concern. Ford likes Fiddleford’s eyes. Although Ford can’t see their color in the darkness he imagines he can, his brain filling in the details it knows to be there. He can see/not see the dark blue of Fiddleford’s eyes and the way they scan Ford’s face. Surely, in the poor lighting, Fiddleford must also be relying on memory to fill in Ford’s finer details. He wonders if the Ford Fidds is imagining has rid himself of facial hair in the last day. Or if he lacks the tired circles under his eyes that the real Ford has. Then again, Fidds was with him today– he knows Stanford isn’t looking his best.
It occurs to Ford that he should perhaps say something. He can’t remember what the last thing said was. Is it his turn to talk? He doesn’t know. Could his tiredness be catching up with him? Shameful. He used to be able to go for three to six days without sleeping.
“I’m getting old,” he tells Fiddleford, who laughs.
“Sure are, sugar, but least you ain’t the only one. You plan on looming here at my window for much longer?”
“I can probably loom anywhere,” Ford jokes. Fiddleford squeezes his hand.
“Come on, then. If you can’t sleep, you can’t sleep, and I wanted to show you my stories. Now’s as good a time as any.” He pulls Ford gently back down the hall.
Ford winces. Soos’s Japanese cartoons have cast some kind of spell over Fiddleford, who can’t get enough of them. He can’t say he has any particular interest in them, but Ford has to keep an open mind. Soos is a man of surprisingly good taste; he introduced Ford to FCLORP, a delightful hobby that Ford wishes existed when he and Fiddleford were young. It’s possible that anime has hidden depths.
Anyway, as crappy as he feels, he has a ready-made excuse if he fails to pay adequate attention.
They settle in the TV room, which is not to be confused with the theater. The theater seats sixteen and is lined in red velvet curtains. The day after he and Stan arrived back in town, they watched an old movie in there with an assortment of Fiddleford’s friends from town. The TV room is next to Fiddleford’s bedroom. It was once an identical bedroom, but now boasts a TV at the foot of the bed. Ford has never seen anyone in the TV room outside of himself and Fiddleford.
The bed is one that came with the house, formerly belonging to the Northwests– big and soft, all dark wood and fabrics in shades of blue. Ford flops onto it and crawls to the left side, wishing there was a couch in the room. Being in bed and unable to sleep feels like a slap in the face. Ford feels that the bed is mocking him, like the beds all do in the No Sleep Dimension.
“Alrighty, you all comfy?” Fiddleford asks cheerily.
“Let’s go for it, Fidds.” Ford tries to inject some energy into his voice, but it’s been over a week since he got any more than two unbroken hours of sleep a night. His ability to be energetic is severely reduced.
The opening sequence of Fiddleford’s show is action-filled and blindingly bright. Ford, watching carefully, gathers that it’s about a group of teenagers who possess the power to transform into large, conveniently color-coded robotic bears. Once the show proper begins, Ford quickly loses the thread.
“So he can’t become a bear yet,” Ford confirms with Fiddleford.
“Naw, just watch! This is only the first episode.” Fidds shifts closer and takes Ford’s hand again. “He ain’t found the razor yet that’ll change him into an Ursa Fighter.”
“Oh.”
Ford watches, stupefied, as the teenaged boy, sans colorful friends, discovers a large claw which he confusingly calls a razor and allows him to change his shape, mass, and chemical makeup. (But only specifically into the aforementioned robot bear shape.) He engages in combat with laser-toting androids and ultimately swears to protect the city from the sinister WitchCorp. When the closing credits begin, Ford wonders what he was supposed to have gleaned from this experience.
The next ten episodes clue Ford in slightly to the fact that context and meaning are somewhat nebulous in this fictional world. Occasionally he asks a clarifying question.
“Is he still inside the bear suit?”
“Nope, it’s converted his body into a bear.”
“Don’t his parents notice that he’s gone for hours at a time?” “It’ll come up later, just wait.” “These girls are happy to become child soldiers on the advice of a complete stranger?” “Well, they were destined to be Ursa Fighters just like Daisuke was, y’see.”
By the time the sun lances its horrible rays into the room, signaling another failed night for Stanford, he is now, if not proficient in the ways of the Ursa Fighter, at least an initiate. Ford’s no less exhausted after half a night spent watching cartoons, but is at least content. Sometime after Towa joined Daisuke in his quest (adding the White Bear to the team), he ended up pressed against Fiddleford’s side, head lolling on Fidds’s shoulder.
Fiddleford stops the stream. He wraps his arms around Ford, squeezing, and presses his face into Ford’s hair.
“Didn’t expect you to watch all that with me, if I’m telling the truth,” he says, voice muffled. “I was hopin’ it’d put you to sleep.”
Ford smiles, unsurprised. “But if I did stay awake, I might be inspired to help you try to work out the finer details of human-to-robot transformation by means of an enchanted claw?”
“That’s what we call a win-win!” Fiddleford laughs. “Though as far as transformin’ folks into robots goes, I reckon I don’t need any help– don’t forget you’re the looks and I’m the brains, peach pie.” They snicker together as Fiddleford squirms down to Ford’s level until they’re face to face.
Ford looks at him. He can see Fiddleford perfectly now, so the daylight is good for something, at least. He can see each wrinkle on Fiddleford’s face, the permanent tan that’s the legacy of decades spent homeless, the crooked way he’s smiling close-mouthed. Ford hopes it isn’t out of self-consciousness for his lost teeth and the shape the ones he has left are in. The longer Ford has loved Fiddleford, the more handsome Fidds has become, subjectively. He assumes it’s that way for everyone in love, but he’s never asked.
“We might as well get up.” Ford’s voice sounds like it’s being dragged across gravel. In all honesty, he has another idea regarding what they could do in a bed that they aren’t going to sleep in, but there’s no reason they can’t have coffee before sex.
“Sooner we get coffee into ya, the sooner it’ll metabolize and you can take a nap,” Fidds agrees. “Come on, then. We got frozen pizza for breakfast!” He’s much too full of energy for a man with his severity of caffeine dependency. Before he can rush off, Ford inches his face forward to kiss Fidds gently. Fiddleford puts a hand to Ford’s jaw, presumably to keep him in place, not that Ford was planning an escape.
Since the age of twenty, Ford has been of the opinion that Fiddleford is a very good kisser, though whether that’s due to the act of kissing just being generally pleasant or to Fidds’s natural talent, Ford doesn’t know. He used to entertain himself in college by imagining finding everyone Fiddleford had ever kissed and having them fill out a questionnaire, with the goal of determining the objectivity of his conclusion. “On a scale of one to five,” he would imagine writing, “how would you rate subject’s use of tongue during a kiss?” In spite of himself, Ford laughs, breaking away from Fiddleford’s mouth. He hasn’t thought about that in years and years.The lack of sleep must be making him giddy.
“Ain’t sure if that’s a compliment or not,” says Fidds, laughing too. “Be honest, now, does the beard tickle?”
Ford explains his secret, hypothetical study of Fiddleford’s past romantic interests, only a fraction as embarrassed as he would have been to talk about it thirty or forty years ago. He’s rewarded for his honesty by the thing Fiddleford’s face does as Ford explains his proposed methodology. His eyes shimmer with emotion, his mouth trembles, and his cheeks flush deep red.
“Ford!” He grabs Ford’s face with both hands. “That’s the most romantical thing I ever heard in my life! I can’t believe you never said anything about this before!” He kisses Ford again, then pulls back, looking almost irritated. “Dangit, if you weren’t so pathetic all sleep-deprived I’d say phooey to the whole notion of gettin’ outta bed and keep you here all day.”
Ford snorts. “Keep me here doing what, Fiddleford? Watching you sleep? Even when we were young you were always out like a light about twenty seconds after–” Ford interrupts himself by huffing when Fidds shoves him unceremoniously back onto his own side of the bed. He always was startlingly strong for his build.
“You can go ahead and talk yourself out of havin’ any fun with your old pal Fiddleford if’n that’s what’ll make you happy, Stanford. I’m gonna get me some coffee.” But he smiles when he says it, not really angry of course.
Ford reaches out a hand to him, only half as a joke. “I hope it goes without saying that I think of you as more than an old pal,” he says, pressing his free hand to his chest. Fiddleford pulls him out of bed and onto his feet. “You’re an old pal with an unparalleled technical mind and a very pleasant accent,” Ford goes on, putting his arm around Fidds.
“Oh yeah, the country charm always worked wonders on you, don’t think I don’t know it,” Fiddleford says, mouth curling at the corner. He removes the arm from around his waist and takes Ford’s hand again. Ford isn’t sure what’s gotten into them lately. Thank god Stanley isn’t here to witness Ford and Fiddleford acting like idiot honeymooners. “C’mon, hon, you look dead on your feet. Coffee.”
Ford grinds his teeth. He wishes he could hang on to his good mood, but it plunges at the reminder about coffee. Coffee means committing to another few hours awake. Or less. Maybe less. Worst case scenario, he will wander off to one of Fiddleford’s labs or workshops and climb into a cupboard to sleep, as if he’s on the run from Bill’s forces and can’t sleep openly in an undefended room.
Best case scenario, he’ll end up in Fiddleford’s bed, dead to the world. And, as long as he’s wishing for things, he might ideally sleep for a good four hours. (The middle case scenario for sleep, incidentally, is falling asleep in one of the mansion’s several sitting rooms. Fine, but not great for his back. A cupboard floor is more supportive.)
Now that he’s standing, Ford’s joints feel like water. Loud, popping, grinding water. His left thumb aches fiercely from his arthritis. His right fares better, the right arm having been cut off at the shoulder and regrown when he was fifty. Each time Ford blinks, his eyes click loudly. He can’t believe that a mere few minutes ago he was considering doing something as energetic as having sex.
In Fiddleford’s vast kitchen Ford sits at the scuffed table and mismatched chairs Fidds has crammed inelegantly against the breakfast counter as Fidds makes coffee and preheats the oven. He realizes he’s closed his eyes when he hears Fidds sigh but doesn’t see it.
“I was thinkin’ about pickin’ your brain over a robot I been fiddlin’ with, but somehow I think your brain may be slim pickings this mornin’.”
“Luckily I’m just the looks,” Ford mumbles. Fidds chuckles. 
“Well, you ain’t holdin’ that side up, neither. No offense, darlin’, but you look like ten pounds of shit in a two-pound bag. If you don’t get some sleep soon, Stan’ll think I’m mistreatin’ ya. ”
Ford grimaces at the thought of being passed back and forth between his brother and his lover to be looked after, as if he can’t do a thing for himself. He opens his mouth, thinking naively that it will express the thought in his brain, but instead it says “Is it a bear?”
“What’sat?” Fidds calls.
“The robot you want to build,” Ford calls, propping his forehead on his hand. God, what he wouldn’t give to be in his bunk right now. Why can’t he sleep in Gravity Falls? It was his home for years. He’s slept peacefully in a miniscule bed with Fiddleford more times than he can count, so the gigantic piece of real estate Fiddleford calls a mattress should pose no problem. There’s just nothing that accounts for Ford’s failure in this department.
Ford feels a hand in his hair, hears the thud of a large mug of coffee being set on the table before him.
“Not every robot and elixir I rustle up is inspired by cartoons. I was actually thinkin’ bout something that’d take care of the Mystery Shack’s roofin’ problems. Poor Soos’s got his hands full, and Mabel told me she and Dipper did the retiling last summer.” Fidds takes a slurping sip of coffee, reminding Ford to do the same, savoring the burning feeling as it pours down his throat and into his belly. “And no offense to those two, but they’re no kinda roofers. Somethin’s gotta be done.”
“That’s kind of you,” Ford says, leaning into Fiddleford’s hand.
“I try,” Fidds says fondly.
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Shameless self-plug eminent! Keep an eye out for a Vampire Chronicles fic on A03 under the simple title “Splash” to be posted in the next couple of days! Two birds with one stone here! I wanted to write something for VC Mermay, but also for the hilariously named “Dick-Or-Treat: Uvula Region” event. Long story short, all you have to do to enter is write and submit an explicit fic named after a Pokémon move. Yup. Anyway, here’s a preview of Splash! (That thrumming you hear is me practicing vibrating with excitement, lol.)
Human Louis starts working on a fishing boat to support his family estate. One night, several months in to his employment, he catches something HUGE. Everyone else is asleep, so it’s up to him to drag the catch aboard. 
He’s gotten stronger, but this is ridiculous! After nearly twenty minutes, he’s got the net aboard. He sits down by the net and shines his lantern on his catch. Louis can’t believe his eyes: it’s a merman. Said merman is cowering and hissing like a cat. Louis waits for his muscles to stop screaming before doing anything. On one hand, he’d get a hefty reward for a merman, but on the other… this thing looks far too human for a sea monster, despite the huge fishtail. Louis sees salt-drenched golden curls and silver-blue glowing eyes. Soft-looking pale flesh that disappears into red onyx scales. Such a beautiful, ethereal monster. Louis doesn’t know what to do with it. On one hand, the merman could earn him a huge monetary reward, but on the other…
Louis decides to throw the merman back. First he needs to get it— him— untangled. Louis quickly realizes that the merman has a huge gash in his tail from the net. “Hold still. Let me get you out.” Can the anthropic fish-man even understand him? Carefully, Louis draws his knife. The merman snarls and thrashes around in fury. “Please, just let me—“ Hiss— “I won’t hurt you. I’m sorry this happened.” ‘Are you going to sell me? Eat me?’ Louis jolts at the voice in his head. “No. I’m going to send you back. You don’t belong up here. You aren’t just some animal. You are a person, aren’t you?” The mention if being thrown back into the water in his current state irritates the merman. “I won’t just dump you in the water. Let me help you with your tail.” Reluctantly, the merman lets Louis cut him loose. ‘Thanks. I guess.’ “Can you speak? How did you even manage to get entangled in the net?” Louis’ questions are answered with a horrifying vision of other merfolk fighting the blond and one, a small auburn-haired man, slitting the blond’s throat. “Why would they do that to you?” No answer. Louis shines the lantern in the merman’s face to get a better look. On the other man’s neck is a telltale healing slash. Louis definitely can’t throw the merman back, not right now. He stands and reaches to lift him up. The merman hisses, smacking Louis in the knees with his tail. It’s a good thing Louis’ lantern is one of those nice closed ones, huh? Louis gets thrown onto his ass. “I’m going to take you to my quarters. I want to clean your wounds. I’m not going to do anything to you. Please,” Louis tries again. The merman stops fighting him, so Louis passes the merman his lantern and hefts him up. 
Louis puts the merman in his bathing tub and grabs a bucket, which he fills with sea water. He dumps the sea water into his tub. The next 20 minutes are spent cleaning and dressing the nasty gashes. When Louis is nearly done stitching the merman’s tail, he nearly drops his needle when the voice pokes into his mind again: ‘Lestat’. “What? Is that—- oh. That’s your name?” A silent nod. “Lestat. My name is Louis.” ‘Thank you, Louis.’ “Of course.” 
Louis makes sure Lestat is settled in before going to bed. At some point during the remainder of the night, Louis wakes. He watches Lestat sleep, and takes the time to really look at the merman. Lestat is beautiful. His golden salt-drenched curls run down his bare, smooth shoulders in shiny rivulets. His face is soft and elven, sharp but gentle. His pretty pink mouth is open slightly as quiet breaths escape him, his carved chest rising and falling in tandem. Lestat’s dorsal fins twitch cutely in his sleep. 
Desire fills Louis, and a wave of great shame hits him like Lestat’s tail did earlier. Louis wants Lestat, but it’s wrong, this poor man has already been through enough. Louis doesn’t want to break the trust he’s earned. Perhaps if he’s quiet, Louis can…
Guiltily, Louis yanks his trousers down to his thighs. He wraps his hand around cock, biting his lip to stifle his moans as he starts stroking. Louis closes his eyes; it’s bad enough he’s getting off at the thought of his willing captive, but to look at Lestat while doing so would be even worse. 
‘Lestat’, Louis’ mind whispers, ‘Lestat, oh please—‘ Louis rocks his hips, thumbing the tip. Suddenly, he feels a warm wet hand over his. ‘Louis,’ Lestat murmurs. “Y-You shouldn’t be out of the water, Lestat!” Louis hisses gently. ‘Then come join me. I need you, Louis.’
OwO what happens next? Stay tuned…
-B76
OH MY GOSH WE CAN'T WAIT TO READ THE WHOLE THING!!! 🥵🥵🐠🐠
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"It's my job to keep Edward content."
Blackbeard is back, yes, finally, but something's wrong, and suddenly Izzy has no control over Edward's erratic moods and is instead being dragged along in the wake of them. Ed's still crying himself to sleep and is taking too many chances during fights and one night, after too many drinks hoping the liquor will make his head buzz enough to drown out the sound of his captain's rasping breaths into his knees through the wall, Izzy realizes that he wasn't lying to Bonnet. It is his job, it's his mess, his responsibility. Because if Ed gives up on life then there is no more Blackbeard.
But Izzy thought if he could just get him back to his old routine, if they could pick up where they left off, then the pain of losing Bonnet would fade. But it doesn't. And that sick sense of guilt he feels every time he hears the sobs and the shiver of fear every time a British ship dots the horizon (because of course, it's Izzy's fault that they BOTH belong to the king now) start to add up and finally after one drunken conversation too many about how death would be a relief and the way Ed won't really look at him anymore -
He needs to find Stede. He hates himself for even thinking it, but at the end of the day, Izzy isn't trying to be cruel. He never wanted Ed to be tortured like this. He just never considered it might be love, not just a passing obsession, not for that twat -
Fuck. Fucking Stede Bonnet. And so one night Izzy takes the boat, finds that wretched man, and forces an explanation and the plea for a truce between gritted teeth. And the two of them break into the Royal English Naval offices to tear Blackbeard's - and Izzy's - contracts to shreds. And after it all he tells Stede they're even, and he just asks him to never break that man's heart again, and -
And Stede offers him a place on his crew. All debts cleared, all offenses forgiven, a chance for Izzy to stop keeping himself separate from everyone else. A chance to start over. Stede's not blind, Izzy's kind of loyalty is hard to come by. Not to mention the gift he has with a blade. And he's such an accomplished sailor. And Izzy turns redder with every compliment and doubly so because they sound genuine, and when he raises his arm to backhand that impudent ponce he ends up clasping his hand in a firm, but brief, shake. Two weeks, he says. I'll try it for two weeks, for Edward's sake, and then I'm gone.
He lays out on the deck that night, staring up at the stars, listening to a story with the rest of the crew, and manages not to feel too much like an idiot. He's had a little too much to drink and keeps fighting down this insane little giggle because he knows if he let it out he wouldn't be able to stop. He shifts to the side a bit to see the rest of the crew sleeping, Stede's eyes still fixed on the page as he finishes the chapter, Edward sitting silently beside him with his head on Stede's shoulder, looking exhausted and grateful and still a little fragile, and he catches Izzy's eye and after a moment, gives Izzy a weak thumbs-up that's both a question and an answer. Izzy flicks him off, but his heart's not really in it and he's smiling. Ed closes his eyes against Stede's shoulder and lets out a contented sigh.
And for the first time in his life, Izzy knows he did his job well, and he sleeps deeply with the cool moonlight on his face, surrounded by people he tells himself are so idiotic and naive they're almost trustworthy. But he's afraid of the truth - that they are trustworthy, and that he was the biggest idiot of them all, and that he wants nothing more than to share in their friendship. To belong, to be worthy of it. We don't own each other, Lucius had said. Maybe he'll leave once the two weeks are up. He hasn't made up his mind yet. Except that he has, and he knows he's not going anywhere now. For the first time in 15 years, Izzy gets a good night's sleep and even forgets to keep his knife on his knee.
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izzy-b-hands · 2 years
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timeline of latest weird health thing:
Thurs-realize I feel a little off kilter, like i just got off a tilt a whirl. ignore it cuz it isn't that bad. Noted rough sleep and slight aura after waking up
Fri-realize tilt a whirl feeling is not going away, but not getting worse. ignore it and watch Tetsuo the Bullet Man for the first time (lots of flashing lights and fast moving shots). Later in the night realize tilt a whirl feeling is waaay worse
Today-wake up PTSD triggered from horrific cymbalta nightmare (a whole other ball of yarn, but it didn't help this latest thing either lol), and spend day researching symptoms (cleared away possible TIA thankfully, tho im gonna keep an eye out for those symptoms just in case) while internal gyroscope spins like a motherfucker
finally figured out this must be a vestibular migraine episode because it def isnt BPPV like my prev vertigo episodes have been. But everything abt my symptoms match the VM dx, right down to possible triggers of poor sleep, flashing lights (dang good movie but oof on that), lack of food/weird eating habits, and prev episodes of any sort of vertigo and migraines
sometimes im glad i learned how to triage because at least i have a pretty likely explanation for this and know im gonna be fine and what more serious symptoms to watch for in the next few days, but also uggghhh for feeling like im always on a luckily slow moving tilt a whirl ride, or like
it feels like how a dropped dinner plate with a thick edge falls? like in my gut, its spinning from edge to edge but never finally landing and stopping on the floor, and that means i feel spinny and even when standing im swaying gently in a circle like im following it from edge to edge, or i feel like im in a gently swaying boat when i lay down
thankfully not nearly as bad as BPPV episodes ive had in the past, and im lucky ive had no actual headache yet and just the aura really. bodies r fuckin dumb tho, and this is proof lmaooo
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fox-guardian · 3 years
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oliver's statement in 121 gets 10x funnier when you remember how sleep deprived he was the whole time he did his whole stealing a scientist's identity thing
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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years
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a place called home
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Request by @dora-wolfram-blog: Hi <3 so happy to see your requests are open! How about ex Avenger reader who can manipulate the forces of nature and she comes to help Sam? (Idk maybe calling fish from the sea so his family can sell and earn enough money for the boat?) There she meets Bucky who she briefly met after endgame and they get to know each other? Domestic stuff is my weak spot so thank you so much luv u <3
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warnings/tags: none. bucky being a gentleman and sam a pain in the ass as always.
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Saying that Bucky and you were friends wasn’t something exactly. You fought together a couple of times before you retired from superhero life. Like many of them, the war had finished and you chose calm over being a private agent. More or less like the ex-soldier, with the difference that he went to New York and you didn’t be able to find a home until Sam made you a call. He was quite the opposite of Bucky for you, connecting since the very first second you met. After he told you about his sister’s financial trouble, he offered you a roof to sleep under in exchange for your powers to control the tide and promote the movement of fish stocks. Of course, it was a hit, and you finally found peace in Delacroix. A celebration was inevitable, it was part of Wilsons’ DNA, but you weren’t expecting Bucky to show up with Sam; although he told you in your last call that they were working together. Or something like that.
As soon as your eyes laid on him among the crowd, you knew he had changed after more than six months without seeing each other. You couldn't help but feel happy for Bucky when you saw him smiling for the first time. He had a beautiful and innocent smile, seeming like a new man. Renovated, with want to live, enjoying playing with kids and talking to old men about war stories.
You had placed your back against an oak column, away from the crowd but close enough to check on everyone, in case they need help with anything. A beer was resting against your lips, doubting on continuing drinking, lost in your thoughts. There was something about Bucky going from one side to another, laughing unworried, that had fully captivated your attention. You weren't able to stop looking at him, chuckling when you saw one of Sam's nieces putting a magnet with the form of a crab on his left arm.
“I have that teen-in-love's face on camera”.
You frowned at Redwing some inches away from your face. As a response, you tried to slap it down. But your friend was faster than you controlling that thing.
“He looks good, uh?”
“Oh, shut up…” You replied by clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes, having a sip from your drink to put your eyes away to the sea.
“He asked if you'd be here… Just saying”.
“Shut up, Samuel!” You implored, rubbing the bridge of your nose.
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As the night went on and the guests started to leave, Sarah asked you to take Jim and Jody home while she stayed there cleaning with his brother about the business. You were exhausted too, and she noticed it. And after saying your goodbyes, you headed to the parking where your car was stationed, carrying the younger Wilson onto your arms —peacefully sleeping— as his big brother was yawning loudly. At that point, you realized that it was going to be a tough mission to put them in the car.
“Wait! Lemme help”.
The male voice coming from behind you made you turn around and before you could react, Bucky was taking Jody from your arms to his. You smirked softly in response, looking for the key in the right pocket of your jacket to unlock the car. The soldier tucked the younger in the back seat, placing the belt around him as Jim occupied the other side of the SUV.
“It's been good to see you”. You said after closing the door, staying outside in front of him.
“Same”. He replied, not knowing what else to say.
Puckering your lips and clapping the key on your palm, you nodded with your chin, feeling the nerves running through your veins. “Good night, Bucky”.
“Good night, (Y/N)”.
You gave him your back, sighing inappreciably, to open the pilot's place and came in.
“He— Hey, wait”.
“Uh?”
“Sam told me… you were tired. I might give you a ride back home. I can wait for him there”. The offering made you glance towards him, already sitting in your car but with a leg rest on the ground. “If you want, I mean…”
Of course he did (...). That son of a bitch had the audacity to push you onto the other. You bit your inner cheek, landing your eyes on the wheel. Yes, you were tired. You woke up at five to sail with Sarah, then you organized the party and cooked for it. You hadn't had a single second of rest during the whole day. And Sam took advantage of it, feeling like he was some kind of Cupido. And you had to recognize that it was also very considerate coming from Bucky.
“I'd appreciate it… actually”. You ended up agreeing, stepping out to give him the keys and ceding your seat.
The ride was silent between the two of you, hearing some quiet indie music playing on the radio while you fought against your brain to stay awake. Luckily, it didn't take him too long to reach Sarah's house —although you were barely keeping your eyes open at this point. Again, he helped you with the kids, walking indoors and following you to their respective rooms. You tucked Jim and Jody on their beds, making sure they were comfy before placing a kiss on their foreheads and wishing them a good night. Bucky had rested his back against the wall, in front of the elder’s room, just waiting for you. And you could swear that you saw him briefly smirking because of the tenderness in your actions.
After closing the last door, you waved your head to urge him to follow you downstairs to the living room. With an exhausted sigh escaping your lips, you let your body fall on the sofa, curling on a side of it to give Bucky some space. You couldn’t help but yawn, turning on the TV by using the control remote.
“It’s good to have a home to come back”.
“Yeah… After all the shitty situations we’ve been through… We deserved a rest, don’t you think?” You replied grabbing a cushion from the floor, using it as a pillow over the armrest. “Sorry, I… I’m deadly tired…”
“Come here, that will hurt when you wake up”.
Bucky didn’t hesitate on beckoning to his arms, taking off his boots heel against heel to place both legs over the coffee table. You didn’t resist, knowing it would be comfier by his way. Sitting up, you lied to the opposite side, being wrapped instantly and snuggled against his warm body. Shameless, you rest your head on his right forearm, practically laying over his lap. But you felt good. You felt like it was a good reward after a long day, rolling down your eyelids and focusing on the caresses in your hair you didn’t know you needed.
For a moment, your mind wandered and fantasized about this last hour being part of your real life. Putting your kids to sleep and then cuddle with your husband till falling asleep. Smell Bucky’s strong and edgy scent. Your hands scratching his back. His fingertips stroking your scalp. Your legs laced (...)
Oh, God, Sam. What did you do?
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spideyanakin · 2 years
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Reunited
Zuko x Fire nation!Reader
Synopsis - Working at the boiling rock, you didn't think you would meet prince Zuko again there
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All you mostly did was the same boring routine.
Wake up, shower, eat, try to prevent fights (whether it was between inmates and other inmates or between guard and inmates), eat, watch for fights again, eat and sleep.
Over and over.
Every day like an infernal loop of the same events. The same sun rising over the boiling rock. Just like the same moon passing through the sky at night.
Ever since Prince Zuko was exiled, your life had done a 180. You went from sticking to his side every minute of everyday. To spending early breakfast, to training together with him. Rumours of a potential future royal wedding even flying around the nation as the days went by and the friendship you had built only strengthened. He was your other half, as the poets would say.
And every single day was a painful remember that you weren’t able to follow him when he was exiled.
"Zuko wait!" As he was about to head towards his boat - ready to leave you for ever, you ran to him. You couldn't live with yourself if you never told him, or didn't hold him in your arms one more time.
He didn't have time to respond before he was met with your body crashing into his. He dropped what he was carrying to hug you back, wrapping his arms around your waist for the last time.
You pulled away from the hug, trying to remember every single one of his traits.
"Zuko-" You whispered as you took a mental picture of him. You couldn't even form a sentence, not trusting your own voice to form a proper sentence. You placed your hands around his neck before pulling him into a kiss.
At first you were afraid you had taken a step too far. But when he kissed you back, wrapping his arms around you a little tighter - the ache of him leaving started to hurt a little more.
"I love you." You whispered.
"Y/n/n, I love you too"
He liked you back. After all these years of wondering if he did.
But that was a faint memory. He was gone.
You weren't friends with Azula so it was pointless to stay around the castle. Your afternoons became empty and meaningless.
You had focused on your training. Trying to get a stable job after you had finished school. One where you could potentially use your fire-bending for good.
You thought that the answer would have been the boiling rock. Using your power to keep mega dangerous criminals from hurting anymore harmless citizens... oh you were wrong.
The boiling rock was a place for bullies. More so in the guards section than in the inmates.
You opened the door to a cell, managing to balance the key and the extra bowl of rice you were carrying.
"Hey Y/n."
"How are you today, Suki?" You smiled at the inmate. You had seen her be tormented by some of your co-workers, and ever since the two of you had formed some kind of unspoken friendship. "I brought you an extra" You winked as you placed the food tray, sneaking the second portion on it.
"Thank you." She nodded with a grateful smile.
"I have to go - but I'll see you around." You smiled before closing the door again, sighing when you realized you'd have to go back to yet another boring task.
In the mean time Zuko and Sokka were on their flight towards Boiling rock, in hopes to find Sokka's captured father.
"Really? You haven't left behind anyone you cared about?" Sokka wondered and Zuko found himself looking back to the clouds, shacking his head no.
"Really? Not even a girl? I'm sure you must be quite the ladies man, as the prince and all?" The water tribe boy raised an eyebrow, and all Zuko could think about was you.
"Well, there is this girl"
"Heyyyyy, see? What about her?"
"I didn't have a chance to find her." He sighed. "I left her behind back when I was exiled - haven't seen her since..."
"Oh"
"Yeah." Zuko sighed. "Azula was trying to force me into dating Mai- so she did everything in her power to prevent anyone telling me where she is. How about you?"
"Well my first girlfriend turned into the moon"
"That's rough buddy."
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"There's a scuffle in the yard!" One cheered and you rolled your eyes at the thought.
You pushed through the prisoners until you placed yourself with the line of guards already watching the scene.
"Not again." You said to yourself but it had seem to catch the attention of the two guards next you. You turned your head around when you felt their stares.
You were met with two helmeted heads and bright eyes staring back at you. You gazed at them intently not recognising them at all.
"Hey I've never seen you around?" You folded your eyes for a moment, being oblivious to the way both of the guards heartbeats at stopped at your words. "You must be new!"
Zuko knew that voice. He thought to himself. He knew the origin of that soft voice that rang through his ears like his favorite music. It was you.
"Nice to meet you." You smiled. "I'm Y/n," his breath caught in his throat.
Y/n.
That’s where you had been hiding.
That’s why you weren’t at the capital. You were working at the boiling rock.
"Sok- Um Sojan" One of them stuttered out his name and handed you his hand.
"Nice to meet you. And you?" You looked at the other guard through the eyes of his mask but he seemed to be frozen. Not able to speak a single word. You waited for him to say something, from a proper sentence, but instead, he was gaping at you like a fish, big eyes trying to make sense of something. "Alright- I'll take the silence as a nice to meet you," you awkwardly chuckled before bringing your stare back to the scuffle.
You watched in horror as the guard fire bended straight into the prisoner, making im obliged to fire bend for his safety.
"Fire bending is prohibited. You're going in the cooler." The man snickered and you stepped into the circle in outrage. This couldn’t be happening, again.
"He didn't do anything! This isn't fair!"
"Yes he used fire bending. We both know it's again't the rules."
"He had to protect himself! You started it! He doesn't deserve the cooler."
"I'll watch your mouth little brat. I could get you fired you know?" Your face twisted in disgust.
"You should be the one to get fired."
"Face it little girl. They're inmates, not your classmates. You two!" The man turned to the new guards. "Help me take him in."
Zuko felt himself unable to move, he was still staring at you, trying to pick up everything he could about you from the little he was seeing of you. You definitely hadn’t changed character wise still as fisty as he remembered, he thought before getting punched out of trance by Sokka.
"Hey- what's happened to you all the sudden?" Sokka whispered as they dragged the prisoner towards the coolers.
"It's her," was all he could mumble.
"Huh? Who? What?"
"It's her. Y/n." He could barely make a sentence.
"You mean that's the girl you told me about?" Sokka couldn't help but smile.
"Will you two shut up. I don't like people whispering." the guard who was leading the way growled and the two boys found themselves mouth shut for the rest of the way.
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As Zuko stepped into the cafeteria he felt all his air being taken away from his lungs.
There you were - helmet off, peacefully eating your lunch.
You hadn't changed a bit. You still had the same features, same smile he loved so much. The same spark in your eyes. Your hair had gotten longer then he remembered and of course your traits matured too, you weren’t the kid Zuko had left behind, but in all truths he wasn’t either.
The second Zuko saw you smile again, he realized how much he had missed you.
"Hey new guy!" You lifted your head up at the sound, wondering what was going on. "I know it's the rule to have your helmet on at all times" You eyed the new guy and realized he did indeed have his helmet on, which made you smile a little. Being new was always awkward and odd and you could understand him.
Tuning out the rest of their conversation you tried to wonder where you'd seen the new guard's eyes before. You could swear there was a familiarity to him. You looked back to your food, trying to process where you could have seen that boy before.
"May I sit here?" You choked on your food when a voice you knew all too well rang in your ears. "Hey you, ok?" No?? You thought to yourself as yet again, the same voice was talking to you. Loudly coughing and alternating between sips of water as you tried to calm yourself down.
You hadn't lifted your gaze to see who was talking but you knew very well who that voice belonged too.
Zuko.
How? What? Here? Didn’t he leave with the avatar? What in the world was he doing here out of all places?
A thousand questions bursted into your mind at the same time. Once you had finally calmed down, you lifted your head up and of course you were met with his familiar eyes, half hidden by his helmet.
"Zuko?" You asked, barely above a whisper. He sat down and lifted a finger to his lips as if to tell you to be quiet about his name.
You nodded—eyes on the verge of tears. So many questions flooded you.
"What are you doing here?" You blurted first. Why didn’t you come back for me? Your mind was screaming you to say.
"It's a long story, Y/n—I'm so happy to see you," he reached his hand to take yours but you pulled away.
"You came back," you stated when you saw the confusion on his face. "You came back to the fire nation and you didn't come to see me—you stayed what? Weeks? I've had colleagues who bragged because they got a picture of you on their holiday to Ember Island," you rambled and his gaze softened when realized you were hurt.
How could you not be? You knew he was back but had heard nothing of him. "How they saw you with your apparently new girlfriend?" Your voice fell quieter "Rumors fly Zuko. Im happy for you—I am" you sighed, still trying to compose herself. "But- I was waiting for you." You blinked back some tears. "I thought you'd come to me if you ever came back."
"Y/n/n-"
You knew you couldn't hold back your tears so instead of saying anything more and letting him say more, letting him dig himself a bigger hole as he blurted out what ever excuse he had up his sleeve, you stood up and left. Leaving a dumbfound Zuko behind.
Sticking your helmet back on you roamed the corridors, trying to figure out what Zuko could possibly be doing here. You didn't think he was coming to see you. After all he had weeks of being fire nation prince again, how hard would it have been to just visit?
You leaned on the railing of your favorite spot - pretending you were keeping guard by watching the court yard from high up. In all truths, you were just trying to keep your anger down, trying to get some fresh air in a spot where you could also get a glimpse of the outside world.
"Hey um, I saw you in the courtyard didn't I?" The guy who was with Zuko back at the scuffle arrived, leaning on the railing next to you. You nodded before he continued his sentence. "I had a question for you."
"Shoot"
"You know how this prison holds the most dangerous prisoners?"
"Yeah?"
"What about war prisoners?"
"Something tells me you're not here just to work new guy," you smirked, making him freeze in place. "Relax." You laughed. "I'll help you. I'm sick of this hell hole, anyways. I'll join on what ever you're doing. Just as long as I don’t get paired with your asshole of a friend."
Sokka stayed dumb at your words and laughed at your nickname for Zuko.
"Who are you searching for? Sojan." You highlighted his name—and Sokka hesitated before talking again.
"I'm searching for my father." He sighed. "Hakoda of the southern water tribe. And my name is Sokka."
"Oh-" Your face frowned. "We don't have any water tribe prisoners. I'm sorry."
"What?" His face fell. "But-"
"Hey um, fellow guards." Zuko entered the balcony, awkwardly waiving.
"Are you following me or something?" You exclaimed.
"Zuko! It’s me!" Sokka removed his helmet and Zuko’s shoulders relaxed.
"SHHHH," He looked awkwardly between you and the water tribe boy. "What are you doing here?"
"Getting information." Sokka smiled and bumped an elbow into your side. "Your girlfriend here is very useful.
"She's not my girlfriend." "I'm not his girlfriend." You both said in unison, making both of you huff in annoyance.
"Yeah yeah." Sokka smiled, waving the two of you's comments off. "Well apparently we've done everything for nothing!" Sokka dropped his arms in frustration. "My dad's not here."
"Oh." Zuko looked at Sokka with a sudden compassion in his eyes. "I'm sorry."
The three of you fell into a short silence as Sokka tried to figure out something.
"Look Sokka-" Zuko tried to speak but the water tribe boy cut his sentence, as his face suddenly lit up.
"Wait maybe we haven't failed!"
"That's the spirit."
"No look! It's Suki!"
"You know Suki?" You turned to him.
"How do you know Suki?" He replied, eyes wide.
"I work here dumb dumb. She's one of the prisoners I take care of." He stayed dumbfounded, which left you time to figure out what you were going to say next. "Well." You stepped closer. "If you were originally going to break your father out, then I can help you break Suki out." You smiled. "I told you - I want to leave this hell hole anyways."
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"Suki?" You smiled as you entered the room, Sokka following behind.
"Y/n!" Her face lit up at your sight, but she was quick to raise an eyebrow. "You got a visitor." You nodded to Sokka before leaving and closing the door behind you.
"Why are you smiling?" Zuko wondered making you realize you indeed were smiling.
"Oh- It's nothing" You shook your head. "Suki told me a lot about Sokka - I didn't know I'd ever get to reunite them."
"Oh-" Zuko wanted to say something more but a guard called you.
"Y/n- can you take care of prisoner 24601? The warden called me and I've got to take 24601 to the cooler."
"Of course!" You nodded before fiddling with the key ring on your belt. "I have to go. Make sure no one comes in." You nodded. "I won't be long."
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You sighed as you closed the door of the cooler. Why was Zuko acting like he cared? You knew he had forgotten you, but why was he acting like he hadn't done anything wrong? That just made you angrier.
You made your way back to Suki's cell, surprised when you were met with Sokka holding onto Zuko as though he was a prisoner.
"little help over here." Sokka nudged towards you and you stood beside him, and another female guard grumbling as she walked.
"What happened?"
"This guard is an imposter." She grumbled and you nodded.
Soon enough Zuko was locked up in a cell, and the warden was arriving straight towards him. You opened the door for him, giving Sokka a warning look not to say anything.
You kept a sharp ear as you stood again't the wall outside of the cell.
"Well, well, well - I never thought I'd find you in here. Prince Zuko."
"How did you know who I am?"
"How could I not? You’re the one who refused my niece's advances." The words brought question back into your mind.
"You're Mai's uncle?" He looked away. "I never meant to give her false hope i-"
"Quiet... You're my special prisoner now."
You tuned out the rest of their conversation, too confused to think. You knew the rumors were between the Warden's niece; Mai and Zuko. Then what were they saying? We’re they even ever in a relationship?
You waited a good hour in front of his cell. Pretending you were keeping guard in case the new prisoner was rioting. Once you knew the coast was clear, you opened the door and closed It back behind you.
"I'm ready to talk to you." You removed your helmet and leaned again't the door.
Zuko was taken by surprise, suddenly standing up from his spot on the floor.
"Y/n-"
"Can you please spare us the pain and answer this question." You looked away. "Why didn't you come and find me?"
"Y/n I wanted too. Everyday I was away I thought of you, and everyday when I came back I tried to find you." He took a step closer. "I wanted to know where you were. Be with you again after so long of being away." He was barely a step away from you, reaching out with his hand to cup your cheek.
"But Azula made sure I was busy. Every time I would ask about you she’d make sure they wouldn’t answer me."
"What?" You said in surprise.
"I couldn’t get the answer out of anyone." You looked into his eyes and somehow knew they were telling the truth. You let yourself nuzzle into his palm, an overwhelming feeling of love brushing over you.
"How about Mai?" You didn’t trust your voice.
"Azula was trying to push us together. I never liked her." He wiped a tear away from your cheek. "I think you heard it from the warden" He managed a chuckle.
"So you didn’t forget me?" You felt yourself lean closer and he did too.
"How could I?" He smiled. "Y/n i never stopped thinking about you- I love you. So much" before he could say anything else, he felt your lips on his. Immediately falling back into the kiss.
He pushed you a little further against the wall, snaking his arms around you. You smiled Into the kiss when you realized you were kissing Zuko. The one you had thought abandoned you, the one who haunted your dreams for years. The you thought you’d never see ever again.
But he was holding you, kissing you. Even if it was in a dodgy cell at your shitty workplace—Zuko was here, reunited with you.
"Im never leaving you again." He mumbled against your lips with a smile.
"Never again."
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thatshithurted8 · 3 years
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jeff wittek imagine where the reader and jeff go on vacation together like to vegas or miami???
Holiday 
Summary: Throughout your mini holiday in Miami with your boyfriend Jeff, he realizes just how special you and your relationship are. 
Word Count: 2.3k
Warning: Tooth rotting fluff, mention of alcoholism and Jeff’s accident
A/N This is also inspired by KSI’s song Holiday! 
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I wanna wake up every mornin', feelin' better 'Cause I know you're sleeping by my side And every moment we're together I remember just to keep it all for you and I
Jeff’s brown eyes slowly open, being awoken by a crying baby that was a few rows behind you two. He lets out a yawn before looking over at you who were fast asleep on his shoulder. 
Something that not a lot of people knew was that Jeff hated flying despite being a certified skydiver. Ever since he was younger he was never a fan of flying, only now he was a bit more comfortable with it due to his experience skydiving. Nevertheless his initial nerves after waking up quickly wash away just from being in your presence.
Wanting to capture this seemingly perfect moment, Jeff slowly grabs his phone out of his pocket without disturbing you and takes a quick picture. As he analyzes the picture his heart swells at how at peace and comfortable you looked sleeping on him and in one of his sweaters. The two of you were extremely tired from catching a red eye flight to Miami so no wonder why you both fell asleep. 
Saving the picture Jeff puts his phone away and slowly opens the blind of your window seat. The rising sun shines into your row, the rays illuminating your face making your features and long lashes more prominent. The purpose of the trip to Miami was to watch the Logan Paul vs Floyd Mayweather fight. In fact you were ecstatic when Jeff told you he got you guys tickets to the event since you grew up watching boxing with your family and you were a huge fan of Mayweather. With that being said you had no idea how close the tickets Jeff got were to the ring. 
Jeff’s breath hitches as he admires you. He was so in love with you and was so excited to see your reaction to being ringside. As Jeff softly moves some stray hairs out of your face he realizes everything he does is for the benefit for not only you, but your relationship as well. It was you two against the world. 
I see that body in the sunlight Feelin' the heat and it feels right I wanna do this for the rest of my life
“I know you guys are dating and all, but you seriously need to stop staring before you sink the boat with your drool.” Mike Maijlak says walking over to Jeff’s side and handing him a La Croix. 
Jeff booked your mini holiday to last a few days before and after the fight which gave you guys the opportunity to explore Miami and let lose. With that being said neither of you were going to turn down Mike’s invite to join him on a yacht to party. So there you were talking and dancing with some girls you knew from LA while sipping on a La Croix. 
Jeff lets out a laugh while opening one of his favourite drinks. “I can’t help it man, just look at her.” He says taking a sip of the bubbly liquid while continuing to admire you from afar. 
The Miami sun that shined onto your skin paired with your infectious laugh, seemingly gave you a golden glow that made you standout. Not only that, but the bikini that you were wearing flattered your body type so well. 
After feeling as if someone was staring at you for the past few minutes you finally turn and look around the boat to find the owner of the eyes that were on you. Quickly your eyes find Jeff’s brown ones and you realize it was just Jeff staring at you the whole time, causing heat to wash over your body at his gaze. 
You shoot him a smirk and wink in return before turning back around to continue your conversation. A smirk of his own falls upon Jeff’s face as you do so, along with a light shade of pink on his cheeks. 
“You’re so whipped.” Mike laughs shaking his head, finally speaking up after watching the whole interaction. 
“Well I wanna be whipped for her for the rest of my life then.” Jeff says without realizing how big of a statement that was while his eyes remained on your beautiful figure. 
Oh, I know, I know, you know the vibe I wanna stay with you every night You and me underneath the lights I'm always good when you're by my side I know, you know you're on my mind You really make me come alive I wanna be here for the rest of my life
“Jeff look at my hands I’m literally shaking I can’t believe we’re this close!” You exclaim while glancing between your boyfriend and the boxing ring in front of you. 
“Only the best for you doll.” He says sending you a wink while laughing. For the past hour and a half as you two watched the undercards you continued to gush about your seats making Jeff happy to see you happy. 
Without wasting another second you roughly grab Jeff by his green shirt and pull him in for a passionate kiss. Just before the brunette could immerse himself into it fully you pull away. Some of your lipstick was smudged and Jeff knew without a doubt he had some on his lips, but he didn’t care. In that moment it truly seemed as if you two were the only ones there under the rings bright lights and in an arena full of screaming fans while you two stared into each others eyes lovingly. 
Your attention on your boyfriend is torn away when the already loud arena becomes even louder as Mayweather starts to walk out. Quickly you start to cheer for your favourite boxer while jumping up and down and clapping excitedly. Jeff glances between you and the boxing legend before his gaze finally lands on you. 
You look over at your boyfriend with a smile that was from ear to ear. “It’s Floyd fucking Mayweather!” You exclaim pointing over to the undefeated boxer entering the ring. 
A smile washes over Jeff’s face as he laughs at your excitement. You truly resembled a child in a toy store. Seeing your excitement only made Jeff more excited, causing him to join in on cheering for Mayweather despite being friends with Logan. 
There was no one else Jeff would rather be with to witness the fight and this thought only made him realize he wants to be by your side for the rest of his life. 
Looking for sun rays, needin' them good days Fly me away-away, you're my holiday Cool like the ocean, lost in emotion Fly me away-away, you're my holiday Whenever you're here it's a good time Strawberry shirts in the sunshine Ice-cold drinks 'til the moonlight You're my holiday Whenever you're here it's a good time Strawberry shirts in the sunshine Ice-cold drinks 'til the moonlight You're my holiday
The next few days after the fight was a whirlwind, but in a good way. Despite having a good time underneath the Miami sun and it’s nightlife Jeff wouldn’t be having as good of a time if you weren’t there. You truly made the trip for him, making the sunny days that were good for his mental health even better and the dreary days full of life from your infectious positivity and smile.  
You let out a loud laugh as you and Jeff wrap your arms around each others, mimicking a toast before brining your drink to your lips while your boyfriend did the same. At the same time you two sip at your virgin drinks while maintaining eye contact with each other in the close position. You gulp down the rest of your cold drink despite it being alcohol free before untangling your arm with Jeff’s and ordering another at the outside bar. 
Over the past four years of knowing Jeff the two of you created a special connection that no one in your friend group had with each other. And that was being sober. Jeff turned to alcohol after his break up with his ex girlfriend while you on the other hand turned to it to deal with the death of your mom. To say you were there for each other was an understatement. When the temptation to drink was too much Jeff would call you up and the two of you would go on late night hikes and talk about everything and anything, and vice versa for you. There was always a mutual pining for one another, but neither of you acted on it due to how broken you both were at the time. However, as the years went by your feelings only intensified along with Jeff’s. Though it wasn’t until a few months after Jeff’s accident when he took a leap of faith and finally confessed his feelings to you after realizing how short life truly was.
Jeff places his glass on the bar as well, placing his hand on the small of your back while looking around the crowded club that was partly inside and partly outside. Once you get a refill of your drink you turn around sipping on the paper straw, your back leaning against the bar causing Jeff to redirect his attention back to you. 
“You look beautiful.” He says looking down at you in his arms. 
Heat washes over your face and Jeff’s smile widens at how flustered you still got after all this time together. He loved showering you in words of affirmation and he meant every thing he said to you. Although, you always look beautiful the way the moonlight reflected off of your skin made you look angelic. It was a great contrast to you earlier in the day at the beach wearing a strawberry printed bikini that made Jeff feel a certain way. 
“Thank you baby you don’t look too bad yourself.” You say placing a soft peck on Jeff’s lips before pulling him towards the dance floor. 
I wanna stay up 'til the mornin' with you talkin' Just to listen to the things you say And every time we're in the middle of the city I imagine us so far away
The two of you sat down in a booth with Mike Majilak and Logan Paul at a random Denny’s that was in between your hotel and the club you four were previously partying at. By now the jet lag and the numerous activities you and Jeff participated in was starting to catch up to you. However, that wasn’t apparent to anyone other than Jeff as you talked the boys ears off while eating. 
“We’ll see you guys later! And once again Y/N text me when you’re free to film an episode of ImPaulsive.” Logan says as him and Mike get out of the booth, placing money on the table and getting ready to leave the restaurant. 
“Of course!” You exclaim before picking up your lemonade and drinking what was left. Jeff bids his goodbyes to the two influencers and once they leave you quickly rest your head on his broad shoulder, letting out a loud sigh. 
“You okay doll?” Jeff asks placing his hand on your thigh. 
“Yea just tired.” You say kissing his neck and placing your hand on his cheek. Similar to Jeff you were able to pick up on the energy of situations and that affected how you acted. So once Mike and Logan left you felt as if you could finally wind down from their partying aura. 
A comforting silence falls upon you two and your eyes slowly flutter close as the rising sun shines in through the Denny’s windows. As cliche as it sounded Jeff felt as if it was only you two in the quiet breakfast place. The brunette rests his head against yours and his eyes follows your lead by shutting close. 
The two of you remain in this position for a few minutes, cherishing not only the first quiet moment of the trip, but also the little moments you two shared. 
Ooh, ooh Ooh, you're my holiday
Scratching at his eyes and stretching Jeff slowly and quietly gets out of bed, the sun filtering in through the hotels curtains and onto your sleeping body. You looked so peaceful and he didn’t want to disturb that. Once you guys returned to your hotel room from a night out partying and a very early breakfast at Denny’s the two of you instantly fell asleep. 
Jeff glances at the analogue clock on the bedside table which read 2:34pm before he slips on a pair of pants and a t-shirt. Making sure to not wake you Jeff grabs his phone, wallet and room key then quietly leaves your shared room. However, before he leaves he makes sure to place a gentle kiss on your forehead and whisper to you how much he loves you. 
Throughout the trip he was constantly reminded of how much he loved you. You helped him through some of the darkest times in his life and after all this time of knowing and being together Jeff finally knew what he had to do. 
Remembering a shop that was a few buildings away from your hotel, Jeff quickly walks over to it wanting to be back before you woke up. The Staten Island native hands become clammy as he approaches the store, his tough guy persona seemingly crashing down with every step he took. 
The bell above the shops door dings as Jeff walks in causing a sales representative to walk over to him with a welcoming smile. 
“Good afternoon how can I help you?” She asks. Jeff takes a look around the quaint shop and all of the glass casings before redirecting his attention back to the worker. 
“Hi uh yea, I was wondering if you guys have any engagement rings?” 
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5-seconds-of-bucky · 3 years
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The Dock
A/N: So I’m writing for Bucky now...☺️ I wrote this for @wkemeup’s 9k writing challenge but also not? I’ve had the idea in my head for a while now so I thought I’d participate! I included the prompt, but it’s not so much the plot of the story so much as just part of it. Anyways, happy reading!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger!Reader
Summary: After a long time of mutual pinning, a night on the dock helps you and Bucky finally confess your feelings for each other
Word count: 4.5k+
Warnings: Swearing, reader gets catcalled, violence, excessive usage of the middle finger
Prompt: Character A is the target of harassment on the street. Shamed, they pretend it doesn’t bother them. Until it happens in the presence of Character B, who reigns hell on whoever dared to upset [A]
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You awoke to your head bobbing on the car window and the sound of crunching gravel as the car pulled into the driveway of Tony’s lake house. Your neck ached from leaning over in a strange position for so long and you groaned as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.
Bucky grinned from the seat beside you. “Sleep well?” he asked, nudging your calf with his foot. “You got a little drool there.”
“Oh, shut up.” You stuck your middle finger up in his direction. “I slept very well, actually. Thank you for asking.”
“I can tell.” You lifted up your other hand to flip him off again, causing him to chuckle. “Ooh, two middle fingers. I’m really scared now.”
The two of you were too busy teasing each other to realize that the car had stopped and Sam and Natasha had already gotten out of it. A knock on the window your head was resting on made you turn around, seeing Sam’s face a little too close for your liking.
“Are you two gonna stop flirting and help us with the bags or should I let you bake in the car?” he asked. With a roll of your eyes, you opened the car door, making sure to bump Sam in the process. Bucky felt heat rise to his cheeks, glad that you weren’t looking over towards him to see it. “I’m taking this silence to mean that you do want to roast in the car.”
“Sam, would you shut up?” you laughed, casually sticking a middle finger up behind your back as you walked past him to the trunk.
“You and these middle fingers today,” Sam muttered.
“I have another one if you’d like to see it.” You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder.
“I’m good.” He picked up his bag from the ground before heading towards the house, which the rest of the team was already situated in. You went to grab your suitcase but Bucky swatted your hand away, grabbing it himself and closing the trunk.
“I got it,” he insisted like the true gentleman he was. As much as you wanted to argue, you knew it wouldn’t get you anywhere.
“Why thank you, good sir.” You bumped his shoulder with your own and walked ahead, jumping up the three steps to the porch and opening the door.
“All in a day’s work.” He lifted the suitcases up the steps with ease and slipped past you to get inside. The feeling of air conditioning inside the cabin was a major relief from the heat outside.
“Glad to see the lovebirds finally showed up,” Tony said once you and Bucky were completely inside the cabin.
“You better watch out, Tony. Y/N’s got middle fingers for days over there.”
“Shut up, Sam!”
A chorus of laughter rang out throughout the cabin and you made sure to shoulder check Sam as you passed him to get to the kitchen.  
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“Okay, I have the perfect plan to get you and Barnes together this weekend,’ Natasha said as she pulled out clothes from her suitcase. You two were sharing a room for the week and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or not. You loved Nat to death but lately she had been trying especially hard to get you to make a move on Bucky and it was only slightly annoying.
“The perfect plan, huh? Even more perfect than the last perfect plan?” You raised an eyebrow.
“I forgot to account for the fact you both have a tendency to wake up at ungodly hours in the morning last time. I promise it’s foolproof this time.”
“Well then, let’s hear it.”
“Alright. Before you got in here--you know, when you were busy flirting with Bucky.” She winked, to which you rolled your eyes. “Well Tony was talking about taking the boat out and going tubing. So what we have to do is get you and Bucky to go on the tube together. Tony’s a crazy driver so you’ll get thrown off pretty fast. Bucky will get so worried he’ll just have to confess his love to you.”
“Two issues.” You pointed a finger at her. “One, how am I going to get Bucky on a tube? It will be hard enough to get him on the boat alone. Two,” You held up another finger. “why would he confess his love at that very moment? That’s insane.”
“One,” She grabbed one of your fingers and put it down. “he’s whipped for you. I guarantee that if you ask, he’ll do it without a second thought.”
“Sure he would,” you scoffed.
“Uh, I know he would.” She gave you a knowing smirk. “Two, he gets worried about you all the time and I’ve seen him get close to confessing every time. We just gotta push him over the edge.”
“Bucky getting protective is just him being my best friend. He used to be just like that with Steve too.” You put your arm down, shuffling over to your own bed to take some clothes out of the blue suitcase on top of it.
“No, it’s definitely more than best friend love.” She moved to sit down on your bed.
“Either way, it usually ends in some kind of fight and I’d like to avoid that this weekend.”
“Who’s he gonna fight? Tony?”
“I mean, you never know.” It wouldn’t be the first time.  
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“I can’t wait to get back and shove these things in my mouth,” you said with a grin as you exited the bakery behind Bucky, a bag of donut holes in your hand.
“Gee, really? It’s almost like you haven’t been talking about it for the past three days,” Bucky chuckled, reaching for the bag.
You pulled the bag away from him with a fake scoff. “Oh, I don’t think so, mister. We have to wait until we get back. The anticipation makes them taste better.”
“You’re insufferable.” He elbowed your side and you stuck your tongue out at him.
“Damn, you looking fine over there, mama!”
You took in a sharp breath. It wasn’t all that uncommon for you to get cat called while out and about. You were in New York City, for fucks sake. That didn’t mean that it made you feel any less uncomfortable, though.  
As much as it stung, you didn’t want to start anything. You stared straight ahead and prayed Bucky didn’t hear it. Much to your dismay though, he stiffened next to you, subtly glancing back to see who was talking to you in such a vulgar way. Damn that supersoldier enhanced hearing.
“Hey, sweetcheeks!” You felt a tug on your shoulder. “Didn’t you hear me?”
You huffed, shaking the harsh grip off your shoulder and picking up the pace. You expected Bucky to keep going with you so you continued walking, frowning when you noticed he wasn’t beside you anymore.
“Listen here, you little shit,” Bucky seethed, stepping in front of the man and blocking you from his sight. “She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you. Leave her, and every other woman you ever lay your beady little eyes on, alone.”
“And what’re you gonna do about it?” the man smirked. “She need her boyfriend to defend her?”
Bucky stepped closer, crossing his arms and giving the famous ‘Bucky stare.’ “Doesn’t matter who I am. You better back the fuck away before I make you life hell.”
A few onlookers started lingering around, some with their phones out and recording the scene, almost as if they wanted to see a fight break out between the two men. ‘Winter Soldier vs Everyday Pedestrian  was sure to be trending somewhere soon enough.
“Buck,” you said quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and ignoring the obvious stares you were receiving, most notably from the man whose face Bucky was ready to punch in. “Let’s just go.”
You could see the gears turning in his head, trying to decide if he should let it go or punch the living daylights out of the guy. He let out a soft sigh after a moment, relaxing into your grip. With one last look at the man, he turned around and placed his hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you forward.
“Aye, it’s all good. I’m sure I’ll see that tight ass ‘round here soon anyways.”
That was the last straw for Bucky. He growled with a ferocity you hadn’t heard before and whipped around, not even hesitating to use his metal arm to punch the guy. The crowd gasped, more bringing their phones out to capture what was sure to be a great fight.
“What the fuck was-” Bucky grabbed him by his collar, pushing him up again the exposed brick of a restaurant.
“There’s plenty more where that came from and, judging by the way you’re looking at me, I bet you don’t want to see it. So do the rest of humanity a favor and fuck off.” He let go of the man’s collar and stepped back, unclenching his fist and pivoting back towards you. “Come on, doll.”
You shook the shock off your face and fell into step next to him. His arm warped around you, pulling you into his side. You could feel the fumes radiating off of him as you walked back to the tower, choosing to stay quiet as you let him cool off.
You paused once you reached the entrance of the tower. Tony probably already knew about what happened and he sure wasn’t going to be happy about it. Bucky’s media presence hadn’t necessarily been bad lately, but it wasn’t perfect either. The public was still wary. To many, the Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier were still the same person.  
Things definitely felt off when you entered. You got the side eye from a few people in the elevator and you weren’t sure if it was because of the fight fiasco or because of how tightly Bucky was holding you to his side.
“Want to eat these in my room?” you asked once you stepped off the elevator.
“Sounds good.” His voice was distant as his eyes searched the room.
“Mr. Barnes,” FRIDAY’s voice startled the two of you, making you drop the donut holes. “Mr. Stark has requested to see you in his office.”
Bucky sighed. “I’ll be there in a few.” He picked up the bag and handed it back to you. “Apparently, I have business to attend to.”
You simply nodded. He went in the other direction towards Tony’s office pausing at the door before knocking. You sent him a thumbs up before he went in, but he didn’t look back at you to see it. You retreated to your room, placing your wallet on the dresser and popping a donut hole in your mouth.
“Maybe I should get a plate,” you wondered aloud. You needed to grab your water bottle anyways. Might as well make the trip. You put the donut holes on your bed and started making your way to the kitchen.
“She’s perfectly capable of handling herself, you know.” You couldn’t help but stop as you heard Tony’s voice through the door of his office.
“But she shouldn’t have to.” Bucky sounded stressed and you could only imagine the hell Tony was reigning on him. “Her ignoring him wasn’t going to do anything. I didn’t want to beat the guy up but he was harassing her and it needed to stop.”
“And this doesn’t have anything to do with any particular feelings you have for her, right?” The sarcasm was heavy in his voice.
“Tony-”
“I don’t want to hear it, Barnes. You know how the public sees you. I don’t know how we’re going to fix this.”
“That guy harassed her! I couldn’t stand there and just let it happen!” God, you wanted to give him a hug so bad right now.
“I don’t care what it was, Bucky. Having heart eyes for Y/N doesn’t mean-” You took that as your cue to leave. You grabbed a plate and two water bottles from the kitchen and made sure to take the long way around to your room in order to avoid whatever was going on between the two of them.
Bucky showed up a half hour later, plopping down next to you on your bed with a little more space than usual.
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“I’m just saying, it could work.” Nat got off your bed. “The cookout’s starting soon. Put on something cute.” She was gone before you could respond, leaving you to look for an outfit that would, as Nat liked to say, “knock Bucky off his ass.”
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“Ooh, Y/N, looking to impress someone?” Sam called out as you walked out into the backyard. It seemed that most everyone else was already out there, helping make dinner or sitting on the dock.
You stuck up your middle finger in reply, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.
“Oh stop it, Sam,” Wanda said as she walked towards you. “You look amazing!”
“Aww, thank you! You look absolutely stunning yourself.” Wanda reached out her hand and nodded towards the dock, urging you to come with her and join the group. You grabbed it and let her drag you down there, giving a small wave to Bucky as you passed him near the grill.
Bucky waved back, a grin spanning the expanse of his face at the sight of you. He kept his gaze on you as you made your way down to the dock, not even realizing just how intently he was staring.
“Someone’s staring at you,” Nat said with a suggestive smirk once you were close enough to the dock.
“He has a starting problem. We all know that,” you argued, sitting down across from her.
“I don’t know. He looks like he wants nothing more than to-”
“Nat, I love you, but please shut up.” She raised her hands up in the defense and Wanda giggled.
“I’m just saying.”
“You okay over there?” Steve shifted his focus from the burgers to his 100-year-old friend for a second, of course noticing the sudden silence that ensued the second you entered Bucky’s line of vision. “Buck?”
“Huh?” Bucky’s head turned sharply in Steve’s direction.
“You alright?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” A shy smile.
“Are you going to ask her out soon?” He flipped some burgers over and pulled the lid of the grill closed.
“I’m getting to it, yeesh,” Bucky chuckled.
“That’s what you’ve been saying since forever.”
“And it’s what I’ll keep saying every time you pester me about it.”
“Well if you don’t make a move soon, maybe I’ll swoop in-”
“Nope! You will not do that.” He nudged Steve in the shoulder and started making his way to the dock. “You absolutely will not do that.”
Soon. He was going to do it soon.
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“Who’s next?” Tony called from the driver’s seat of the boat. You handed Sam a towel as he got back on the boat, drenched from flying off the tube a second earlier.
“You should go with Bucky.” Wanda nudged you with a teasing smile. You glanced over to the man in question, seeing him sitting next to Steve. He wore a t-shirt and swim shorts with a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose, and he looked damn good.
“I’ll go,” you announced, standing up and taking your t-shirt off, leaving you in your favorite swimsuit and a pair of shorts. You handed Wanda the shirt so it wouldn’t get wet. “Anyone wanna go with me?” Wanda jabbed your leg and gave you a playful glare.
“Go with her,” Steve muttered to Bucky, bumping his shoulder with his own.
“I don’t know, Steve.” Bucky sighed. Steve rolled his eyes, knowing that his best friend just needed a little push. 
“Bucky will go with you,” Steve said a bit louder than necessary. Bucky groaned quietly at his friend, taking off his sunglasses and putting them in his seat. He made sure to give Steve a certain look before making his way towards the back of the boat. You both grabbed your life jackets and started securing them as Sam moved out of your way.
“Cyborg!” Tony called out. “You going to take your shirt off?”
You felt Nat snort as she helped you off of the back of the boat and onto the tube. “Yeah, Bucky. Why don’t you show off your muscles for your girlfriend here.”
“Nat!” You paused for a second to look back at her with fake betrayal.
“Yeah, I don’t think so.” He snapped the last clasp on the life vest and checked to make sure you were all the way on the tube so he could start getting on.
“Oh, come on, Buckaroo!” Sam laughed. He started a chant of “take it off” with the rest of the team (even you, though you’d never admit it).
“Fine,” Bucky grumbled, hastily taking off the life jacket and shirt. He threw the shirt to the middle of the boat and resecured the lifevest, ignoring Nat’s hand offered out for help as he climbed on the tube. His famous Bucky glare melted off his face the second he saw your bright smile and he found himself smiling too.
“I don’t know how well this is going to go but it’s gonna be fun,” you said as he grabbed onto the handles.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Tony’s a crazy driver and we’ve never been able to get you on a tube before. I’m betting you’ll fly off in the first three minutes.”
The tube jerked forwards before Bucky could say anything else. You started picking up speed quickly and soon enough, Bucky was holding the handles with a death grip. You ended up being right and about two minutes in, you hit a wave that threw him off.
“Are you okay?” you asked in between laughs as he struggled to get back on.
“Yeah,” he muttered, a hint of annoyance on his face. You threw a thumbs up to Tony, who nodded and started moving again. “It’s like he’s trying to throw us off.”
“Well half the fun is falling off.”
“You people have strange ways of entertaining yourselves on Sunday afternoons.”
“What would you suggest we rather do then?”
“I don’t know. Something that doesn’t involve giving myself whiplash for ‘fun.’”
“You’re such an old man.” You let go of a handle to smack his arm. Of course, at that exact moment, you hit a wave strong enough to throw both of you off. You shrieked as you flew off of the tube before smacking the water. Whether it was the lack of paying attention or a scheme by Nat and Steve, the boat kept going, leaving the two of you floating in the middle of the lake by yourselves.
“Where are they going?” You furrowed your eyebrows, though a grin was still evident on your face.
“Are you okay?” Bucky ignored your question as he swam over to you, worriedly grabbing your face and checking for injury.
“Buck, I’m fine,” you said, though you didn’t do anything to stop his injury check. He sighed and looked towards the direction the boat went. It seemed that they were already long gone.
“That shriek had me worried there for a second, doll.” His hands dropped from your cheeks and you found yourself missing his touch.
“No need to worry. I’m all good over here.”
“Good.”
A lull of conversation fell over the two of you as you treaded water. You slowly moved closer, noses almost touching when Bucky glanced down to your lips. You nodded. I want this too.
His lips brushed over yours: eyes closed and hands dipping under the water to grab your waist.
“There you are!” you heard Sam’s voice shout. You quickly separated, looking awkwardly down at the water as you tried to focus on anything but each other. “Thought we lost you. Didn’t interrupt anything, I hope.” He smirked at Bucky.
This time, it was Bucky flipping him off.
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You tried to be quiet as possible as you tiptoed through the hallway, hoping that you wouldn’t step on any particularly squeaky floorboards in the dark. You started opening drawers once you made it to the kitchen in search of a flashlight. Did Tony even own basic technology like that?
“What are you doing, doll?” A soft voice broke you from your thoughts. A pair of blue eyes stared back at you.
“Did I wake you up?”
“No.” He shook his head.
“Oh, okay.”
“You look like a deer in headlights.” His lips turned into an almost smile. “Are you running away?”
“Just down to the dock. Need to clear my mind.” Nightmares.
He nodded. An unspoken understanding. Maybe that’s what made you such great friends.
“Mind if I join?”
“Sure.” You finally found a flashlight and grabbed it, sliding the drawer shut with your hip. You slid the glass door to the porch open, leaving Bucky to follow you out.  
Warmth surrounded you as you made your way to the dock. The humidity was atrocious during the day but at night, it was somehow comforting. The buzzing of bugs in the surrounding woods brought you a level of peace that the hum of air conditioning inside couldn’t. You sat down at the edge of the dock, dipping your toes in the cool lakewater.
Bucky sat down next to you a moment later. Your silence contrasted with that of the busy summer night, but it was comfortable. Nothing needed to be said; the presence of each other was more than enough.
“You know,” he started, his gaze not leaving the shoreline across the way. “I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.”
You glanced over to him for a second, taking subtle notice of his features when his guard was down. The dark circles under his eyes mirrored yours, yet he looked relaxed.
“And what if I don’t?” The slight stain of your voice didn’t go unnoticed by him.
“I’m not going anywhere.” His head turned to meet you eyes. The soft upturn of your lips and content sigh told him that was the right answer. Your hand inched closer to his, your pinkies brushing on the splintered wood of the dock.
“How do you always know what to say?” Your gaze followed his across the lake, catching sight of a few deer grazing on the grass at the edge of the woods.
“I guess being alive for 106 years has to give me some kind of wisdom, right?”
You snorted, breaking the quiet atmosphere the two of you had created for the first time that night.
“I dunno. You’re still kind of a dumbass.”
“And you're still kind of a smartass, so where does that get us?” A grin spread across his face and there was no sight you loved more.
“God, I love seeing you smile.” A blush coated his cheeks at your words and he prayed you couldn’t see it in the dark of the night.
Your hands inched closer for a second time that night. A metal hand reached across to grab yours, his other arm going around your waist to pull you closer. Your head rested beneath his chin as he rubbed circles into your side.
“Thank you,” you mumbled after a few minutes of quiet.
“For what?”
“Your face.”
His chest rumbled with laughter and he squeezed you just the slightest bit tighter. “Glad I could be of service, doll.”
“Seriously, though . . .Thank you for being around. I know we joke around a lot but it really means a lot that you’re willing to sit out here with me.”
“I mean, technically, it was more of me inviting myself than putting myself through the torture of sitting here with you.”
You pulled away from his chest, shifting yourself so you could look at him better. “For real, Buck.” You put your hands on his cheeks. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Just do it, Bucky. Now’s the time.
He let out a breath as he smiled, looking anywhere but in your eyes as he contemplated what to do next. The hand not holding your waist came to brush back a piece of hair that had fallen in your face.
“Can I kiss you?”
You looked shocked for a moment, leaving him to wonder if he’d been reading it wrong all along. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry! I thought that-”
You cut him off, pressing your lips against his. Your hands moved to wrap around his neck as his grabbed your hips. It was everything you needed and yet it still wasn’t enough.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this to happen,” you breathed once you pulled away. This grin on your face mirrored his as he pressed his forehead against yours, wanting to keep you as close as possible.
“Actually . . . I think I might.” He dipped back in for another kiss, this one a bit softer than the first, but just as passionate.
A sudden breeze swept through the night and you shivered. It would have been a relief from the heat if you weren’t already having chills due to the man in front of you.
“Let’s get you back inside, doll.”
You were reluctant to let go of him. The moment you’d been waiting for for so long finally happened and you felt yourself scared to be too far from him.
You shifted your weight back so he could get up, not realizing just how close to the edge of the dock you were. Bucky let go of your hips before you could warm him and you felt yourself falling backwards in slow motion. A small yelp left your lips and Bucky’s attempt to save you was futile as your hands slipped through his.
“Cold, cold, cold!” you chanted once you surfaced, barely hearing yourself over how loud Bucky was laughing.
“Are you okay?” he choked out in between his laughter, kneeling at the edge of the dock and holding his hand out towards you. You grabbed his hand with a glare.
“I have half a mind to yank you in here with me.” His eyes widened at your words.
“Don’t you dare!” You tugged his arm lightly, just enough to get his face closer to yours.
“I guess I can spare you. Just this one time.” You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling yourself up onto the dock. “But I think I deserve a hug for my troubles.”
“Can’t deny my girlfriend that, now can I?” He pulled you into a hug, cradling your head on his chest and pressing his lips to your hairline.
“I’m your girlfriend, huh? Damn, we’re moving fast! Do you have the wedding planned already?”
“Oh please. I think we all know we’ve basically been dating for a while now.”
“Perhaps.” The two of you stayed in that position for a moment longer before another breeze came.  “Should we go in now that we’re both wet and cold?”
“That sounds like a fantastic idea, doll.” Keeping an arm around each other, you slowly made your way back to the cabin, already making plans for a proper date once the trip was over.
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i came up with this fic idea in the shower so i hope y’all like it. i’d like to say right now that i didn’t research how long a sentence to this crime would be but i did see that the max juvie time for a 14 year old is only a year so let’s ignore that law for sake of the story’s timeline. the flashbacks would be during the pogues freshman year and and the present is set after season one so junior year.
special thanks to @cognacdelights for hyping me up when i posted about the idea for this fic and for reassuring me that it actually made sense and was postable. also to @socialwriter for giving me an idea to help me finish this. they gave a small suggestion and i was able to turn it into the perfect storyline.
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you took a deep breath as you stepped onto the dock. the air was salty and smelled faintly of fish and you had missed it. you turned to face the officer that had accompanied you back to the island and he sighed.
“alright miss y/l/n, this is where i leave you. in the nicest way possible, i don’t wanna see you again, ok?” you nodded with a smile.
“hope i never have to see you again either, phil.” you waved as he turned to board the ferry again but he stopped and turned around.
“have a safe walk home.”
“and you have a safe ferry ride back to the mainland.” he nodded his head and turned to board the ferry, leaving you to start your way home. well, not home exactly. you hadn’t been there for about a year before you left, three years now. you were on your way to your friends and the place that they called home. the place you had started to call home too.
the chateau wasn’t too far of a walk from the docks. it only took you thirty minutes before you were standing in the dirt driveway out front. the van that big john drove was parked out front and the ss pogue was tied to the dock which was a good sign that at least one of your friends were here. you made your way up the porch steps, noticing that they had gotten noisier since you had been here last. you opened the porch door and made your way across the porch, stopping once you reached the door to the house. you used to just walk in whenever you showed up but now it felt weird. you hadn’t been here in two years, things were sure to change. you lifted your hand and knocked loudly against the wood. there was no answer after a few moments so you decided to revert back to your old ways. you turned the doorknob and walked through the doorframe, taking in the old familiar smell of the chateau.
it brought a smile to your face to see pope sleeping on the pullout bed in the living room. just like old times. you grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it to wake him up before taking off down the hallway toward john b’s room. you giggled at the faint “what the fuck?” that came from pope as you opened the door and stepped into the familiar room. only it wasn’t so familiar anymore. sure, the set up was the same but the walls were no longer covered in john b’s pictures and nautical posters. instead there was a guns n roses poster barely hanging on in the corner and that was it. the presence of the room was different and it only took a glance at the bed to know why. it’s inhabitant wasn’t brunet, he was blonde.
jj slept on his stomach, the comforter pulled halfway up his back and his face smushed into the pillow. he was facing away from you but you could tell by the steady rise and fall of his torso that he was still deep asleep. you smiled at the sight of him, it had been nearly a year since you had seen him. he had been the only one to ever come visit you or even to write you while you were gone and you appreciated him for it. you slipped off your shoes and carefully sat down on the bed so your back was against the headboard. you ran your fingers through his hair a few times while gently calling his name, hoping to wake him from his slumber without freaking him out. you could feel him start to stir and his head turned so he was now facing you but his eyes had yet to open.
“jj, it’s time to wake up,” you spoke, just barely above a whisper. his nose scrunched up and his brow furrowed at the sound of your voice, no longer used to hearing it pull him from sleep. his hands came up to rub at his eyes as he propped himself up on his elbows and then looked at you. you smiled at him as he blinked at you, taking in the fact that you were sitting in his bed again.
“y/n?”
“hey j, how have you been?” he smiled widely at the confirmation that it was you and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head into your stomach.
“holy shit, it’s you! you’re back!” you laughed and wrapped your arms around his shoulders the best you could, trying to return the hug he was giving you. you heard footstep coming down the hall and popes voice rang out.
“jj did you get out of bed just to hit me with a pillow?” you looked up to see pope rubbing his eyes as well but they widened when they landed on you. “it was you?” you nodded, still smiling as pope ran over to hug you as well. you wrapped your arms around his torso, finding it easier to hug him than jj due to the angle. “i can’t believe you’re back! we have so much to tell you, shit.” he pulled away from you at the sound of another door opening in the hallway. more footsteps made their way toward you and for a third time you watched as one of yours friends eyes widened at the sight of you.
“y/n?”
“hey john b. how’s it going?” he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his bare chest.
“oh you know, pogue stuff. how was juvie?” you shrugged.
“it was decent. most of the girls there were pretty nice. there was the occasional parent murderer but they usually weren’t there too long before getting moved.” your fingers carded through jj’s hair again, his head rested in the perfect spot for you to conveniently brush his hair for him with your hands.
“and the food? better than if you were at kildare high?”
“pretty much the same to be honest. though some things were much better. i don’t think i can ever go back to eating school pizza.” pope laughed and john b smiled at the humor in your answer. jj let out a small snore and you looked down at his head in your lap. he had already managed to fall back asleep.
“how about i get started on breakfast and you attempt to wake him up again?” john b asked and you nodded.
“might be easier to just wait until breakfast is done and wave some bacon in front of his face though.” both conscious boys laughed as they left the room, leaving you alone with jj again. your fingers were still working out the unruly amount of knots in his hair. you could tell that he had gone surfing late last night between the knots and the amount of sand you had felt on his scalp. he would surf at night if he couldn’t sleep. it made you wonder what he struggled with last night to bring on his insomnia. you hoped it wasn’t his dad, though there weren’t any bruises on him that you could see. they were almost always on his face or torso and from what you could tell both were free of any signs of fighting.
you let your eyes close for a moment and your head fall back against the headboard. you had missed this. being here, at the chateau, with your friends. you couldn’t wait to take the boat out and fish with the guys until you were tired of fishing so you’d jump off the boat and scare all the fish away. sure, they guys would be angry but only for a few moments until they were jumping in with you and pretending to drown you. it didn’t take long for you to doze off thinking about the memories and you hadn’t realized you had until pope was gently shaking you awake.
“you were supposed to wake him up, not fall asleep with him. come on, breakfast is ready.” he smacked jj square on the back before beginning to leave the room. “come eat, jj!” jj jolted up onto his knees and his eyes widened until he realized where he was and what was happening.
“i hate when he does that,” he mumbled as he gets up from the bed. you chuckle as you follow him down the hallway and take a seat at the table. it was only he four of you filling your plates and you looked around as you took a bite of your bacon.
“john b, where’s your dad? out on the water?”
“something like that,” jj mumbled and pope smacked the back of his head. “well am i wrong?” john b sighed as he put down the forkful of eggs that he had just picked up.
“a lot has changed since you left. it’s one of the main reasons we all failed to visit or write to you.”
“jj wrote to me.” jj shook his head.
“not as much as i would’ve liked to. there’s a reason i stopped coming to visit you and why i didn’t write for a long time.” breakfast was spent with the boys filling you in on everything that had happened. they told you about big john, ward, the gold search, sarah, peterkin, rafe. if one left something out then another would take over telling the story for a bit.
“all in all ward got prison time and rafe got rehab. plead insanity which, to be honest, isn’t far from the truth at this point.” you had hardly touched your food since they had started talked and it was far from warm now. you were shocked at everything you had just heard and all three boys could tell by the look on your face. jj reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it lightly in an attempt to ground you.
“so big john is gone?” they nodded. “and the gold?”
“possessed by the government. apparently it’s not ‘finders keepers losers weepers,’ it’s ‘finders can suck it because the government wants to keep it covered that a black man was rich.’” you nodded, quiet for a moment before looking up at john b.
“so you and sarah cameron?” he rolled his eyes at the small smirk on your face.
“oh shut up, i don’t wanna hear it from you. i’ve already heard enough from kie for everyone.” now it was your turn to roll your eyes.
“you guys are really friends with her again? after she left us? to be rich?” your tone wasn’t rude or malicious, you were just blunt in your questions and it made you sound angrier than what you were at the moment.
“she reconciled with us,” pope spoke. “when she left, it was more because of you than us. and since you were gone when she came back, it was easier for us to forgive her.”
“right. well, you don’t know what she did. i’m not saying i’ll be rude to her if we all hang out now that i’m back but i’m not going to go back to before she left us for kook academy either.” john b sighed but nodded.
“just try not to make things awkward?” pope asked.
“no promises.”
“of course not,” he mumbled as you stood from the table with a smile. you grabbed your plate and jj’s empty one, moving to the trash can to clear your plate of its contents and then putting both in the dishwasher. you turned just as the front door opened, catching a blur of blonde hair as the person ran toward the bathroom.
“really have to pee guys, hold on!” their voice shouted out as they went past. you heard the door to the bathroom slam and then it was quiet again.
“so that’s sarah,” pope said with a grin and john b smacked his arm.
“you’ll get along with her, i promise. she’s changed quite a bit since you left,” john b explained and you hesitantly nodded.
“and if you do happen to get tired of her and john here macking, just make your way over to me because i’ll be trying to avoid it too.” it was jj’s turn to receive a smack on the arm for his statement and you laughed.
“noted, thanks. so what are the plans for today? anything specific?” john b shrugged.
“boat ride, probably swimming since it’s hot as literal hell out there. we gotta come in early though, me and sarah are eating dinner with her family and we have to dress up.”
“oh yeah, i forgot rich people dress up to go to their kitchen.”
“actually, jj, we eat in the dining room.” sarah made her way behind john b, resting her hands on his shoulders and leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. “dinners at six so we need to be at tannyhill by four so i can shower.”
“that gives us-“ pope glanced up at the clock on the wall opposite of where he was sitting for a few seconds before speaking again, “about six hours.” you glanced at the clock, noticing that it read 1:30. you gave a pope a confused look and he shrugged. “clock’s broken.” he held up his arm, allowing you to see the watch adorning his wrist. you laughed lightly at him as he stood from the table. “i’ll pack some food.”
“i brought drinks,” sarah announced and jj cheered. you rolled your eyes and pushed yourself away from the counter you were leaning on.
“nothings changed maybank, you’re still scouring alcohol off of other people. and you’re still shirtless.” he stood up and stretched his arms over his head before answering.
“and i’m still distracting you.” he sent you a wink and you took off down the hallway to search for a swimsuit you had left here.
“only in your dreams maybank.”
“how did you know i dream about you?” you left the teasing comment alone and turned into the room that you had come to find out now belonged to jj. you opened the closet, hoping to find the duffel bag of clothes you know you had kept here but all you found were a few of jj’s hoodies hanging up and an extra pillow that no one used because it was oddly stained and had no case. “your clothes are in the bottom drawer.” you turned to find jj standing in the doorway, pointing to the dresser.
“you folded my clothes and put them away?”
“i was tired of them sitting in the corner of my room,” he shrugged. you made you way to the dresser and knelt down, pulling open the drawer that jj had dedicated as yours. you smiled at how organized it all was, surely none of the other drawers were anywhere close to this neat. you grabbed your favorite red bikini and held it up for jj to see.
“should i go with this one?” his eyes widened slightly when he realized which swimsuit you were holding but he quickly contained himself.
“your first day back and you’re already trying to kill me huh?” you smiled and made your way out of the room, slipping into the bathroom in the hallway to change. once you had, you admired yourself in the mirror. this particular suit had been your favorite because at fourteen, it was your most revealing swimsuit. it got you the most attention and you thought it made you look hot. luckily it still fit nearly the same and made you feel the same as well. it was a nice change from the gray uniform you had become accustomed to over the past two years. you gave yourself a final glance before turning off the light and leaving the bathroom. you left your boots, jeans, and shirt on jj’s bed and made your way back over to his dresser. you took a chance and opened the third drawer down, revealing just what you were looking for. you were right earlier when you assumed that his other drawers were all a mess. you didn’t mind a wrinkled cut off to wear over your bikini though and you tugged the loose material over your head before closing the drawer and leaving the room.
the house was quiet so you made your way outside. sarah and pope were hauling the cooler to the boat from the back of sarah’s car while jj and john b cleaned up the boat a bit. you cautiously made your way through the yard and down to the dock. normally, you could run barefoot across the yard no problem. but after two years of only walking on concrete and the fact that you could see a broken beer bottle near the small fire pit, you decided to take your time. just as you stepped onto the wood of the dock another car pulled into the driveway. you paid no attention to it, more focused on reclaiming your seat on the boat, until you heard her voice.
“you guys planning on leaving without me?” you turned to find kiara walking across the yard, the smile on her face a clear indicator that she had yet to notice you. boys all made remarks back to her and you turned back to your task. you grabbed a beer from the cooler and popped it open before taking your spot at the back of the boat. you looked up and took a drink just in time to see kiara stop in her tracks as she made eye contact with you. she turned to jj who was closest to her and lowered her voice, but you still managed to hear what she asked.
“why didn’t anyone tell me that she was back?”
“she only got here and hour ago,” jj shrugged. he walked down the dock and hopped on the boat, leaving kiara to get over her shock on her own. jj claimed his spot next to you and you smiled as he held out the neck of his beer bottle. you tapped yours against his and you both took a long drink.
“alright everybody,” you looked up at john b who was moving toward the drivers seat, “just a quick recap, please keep all body parts in the boat while it’s moving. i’m looking at you two back there.” he turned and lowered his sunglasses so he was peering over them at you and jj. you giggled but nodded and he turned back around. a swift turn of the key had the old boat rumbling to life and before you knew it, john b was steering you to your normal spot out on the marsh.
the day passed just like they used to. you spent the morning swimming and playing games in the water, the only foul move being someone getting water in another persons beer. once you got tired of the water you dragged yourself up the ladder big john had put on the back and into the boat. you let out a sigh and looked at sarah already curled up on the front. you grabbed your old towel from the compartment, not surprised that it was still there. it smelled a little musty but it would do for now. after laying it out on the floor of the boat, you settled yourself on it and let the soft rocking of the boat settle you to sleep.
you were only awoken halfway back to the chateau when the ss pogue hit a wave made by another boat. the bouncing of the boat on the water pulled you from your dreams and you rolled over to see pope sitting next to you.
“we had to head back so sarah could get ready for dinner,” he explained and you simply nodded and closed your eyes again. the rest of the week wasn’t much different. there were days that kiara or pope didn’t come so they could help their parents and a day that sarah and john b couldn’t come so they could go shopping for midsummers. once jj didn’t come as that was the day he had dedicated to mowing kooks lawns. only once for a few hours did it all overlap and you were left at the chateau alone.
it was like he knew. he somehow knew that you were there and that you were by yourself. the knocking on the door didn’t startle you but the face on the other side did. you opened the door and walked out onto the porch, sitting down on the couch there. he followed, sitting at the opposite side to give you your space. it was silent for a moment, only the sound of the crickets and the water surrounding you until you spoke.
“how was rehab?” rafe nodded.
“good. it was definitely needed. how was juvie?” you shrugged.
“i could’ve gone without it. didn’t get shanked though so i guess that counts for something.” he smiled slightly at the fact that you were comfortable to make a joke around him and pondered his next words.
“i’m guessing you heard about everything that happened while you were gone?”
“definitely not everything but that one big thing i was definitely caught up on.” rafe nodded slowly, looking at his fingers in his lap.
“so, you know what i did?”
“which part?” he sighed and looked out over the water. you watched him as he thought about how t answer you, opening his mouth and then closing it again, not seeming the words to be good enough. instead of making him answer, you gave him something else to think about. “tell me your side of the story. why did you do it? what was happening that made you think you needed to do what you did?”
“who are you my therapist?” he asked as he finally glanced back over to you.
“i’m just trying to figure out if i can justify what happened. if i can talk to you without being scared for my life. if i can trust you like i did before i left.” he took a deep breath as he thought of where to start.
“he was taking the gold. at that point i didn’t know about it, i was just under the impression that he was taking sarah on a business trip to the bahamas. he had just thrown me out of the house, essentially shit all over me and took my inheritance of the business away. i was coping the wrong ways and then i find out that she was taking my place.”
“so you’re coked out and angry and ward and sarah.” he nodded.
“i broke into the house and stole one of his guns. took my truck keys and managed to roll down the driveway in neutral so they didn’t hear it start. by the time i got to the airport i wasn’t sure if i wanted to kill sarah or prove myself to my dad somehow. but then i saw peterkin with a gun aimed at him and it’s like i suddenly had clarity on what i was supposed to do.”
“prove yourself to your dad.” he nodded again.
“it seemed like it was the right thing to do at the time. but now- now all i can think about is how my dad pretended to call for help. he was going to let her die not to save me but to save himself. to save his image. there wasn’t a single day i spent in rehab that i wasn’t praying that she would come out of that coma.”
“rafe you’re not even religious.” he chuckled.
“that’s how bad i knew i fucked up. i just, i hate myself for ever getting addicted to that shit, you know? like, they talk about relapses and shit but i’ve gone and gotten rid of all of what i had left, even the emergency stash. i used to like the feeling i got when i was high but now i just- i never want to feel that way again.” it was silent for a few minutes, you weren’t sure what to say to him. ‘i’m proud of you’ didn’t quite feel right so you just stayed quiet. “i’m supposed to tell her i’m sorry.” you turned your head to look at rafe but he was watching the birds out on the water. they dove down to catch a fish and then landed on the dock to eat it.
“what do you mean?”
“part of rehab, apologizing to people i’ve wronged. peterkin’s a big one. sarah was the easiest. i need to talk to your boys at some point too. i really want to turn over a new leaf and try to actually make something of myself, you know?” you nodded. you had heard this from him a few times before you had left but he never sounded as genuine as he did right now. “but peterkin, i’m scared to talk to her. i’m scared to have to look her in the eye after what i did.”
“that’s a step in the right direction, rafe.”
“what do you mean?”
“if you’re scared to face her that means you’re owning up to what you did. you feel guilty. you feel ownership for what happened. that’s good.”
“well, i’m glad that me feeling like shit is good.” you laughed and he smiled slightly. he glanced down at his watch and stood.
“i gotta get going. i’m helping wheezie and sarah with some beach cleanup thing.”
“wow, when you said you wanted to start new you really meant it.”
“well, i’ve spent my whole life building up bad karma so now i gotta try and reverse it,” he said with a smile that showed he was joking. you rolled your eyes and stood up as well.
“just stay out of trouble ok? i’ll let jj know that you want to talk to them.” rafe nodded and began to walk off the porch but stopped himself.
“oh shit, wait. the whole reason i came here.” he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, pulling out two one-hundred dollar bills and holding them out to you. “i wanted to put this into your account but they wouldn’t let me because of some kind of legal thing, i don’t know. but i want you to have it now instead. use it to help out until you’re able to find a job.”
“rafe-“
“don’t refuse the money because you want to be a nice person. just take it.” you slowly reached out and pulled the money from his hand. “great. i’ll see you later.”
“yeah, see you later rafe.”
when saturday rolled around the pogues were all back together again. you were laying on the couch watching the morning cartoons with you hand in a box of cereal and your legs propped up on jj’s lap. every once in a while he would chuckle at the television or hold his hand out toward you for some cereal but other than that he was quiet. sarah and john b were still asleep in his room and no one particularly wanted to go in there to wake them up. pope had gone outside a few minutes ago to look for something he recalled leaving on the porch and kiara was scouring the fridge for something to eat.
“how do you guys manage to live off of a carton of milk and oreos?” she asked as she all but slammed the refrigerator door shut.
“why come here and complain when we all know you have plenty of food at your house and a chef to cook it for you?” you remarked, not once taking you eyes off of the lazy town rerun. she was silent for a moment before making her way out the front door. you turned to look at where she had just left and then looked to jj. “was it something i said?” he laughed silently at your question and held his hand out for some more cookie crisp, which you happily gave him.
you had mostly been avoiding kiara all week. sure, she had been on a boat or in a house with you for the majority of it but you tended to ignore her or pretend she simply wasn’t there. only twice, including now, had you talked to her, both being sarcastic remarks to a dumb sentence or question she let escape her mouth. what made it worse was the way she was treating you. she hadn’t attempted to talk to you at all but she watched you from afar like she wished you’d talk to her first. she watched with wide, pitiful eyes, thinking that you couldn’t see her. but you did, and you hated it. she didn’t deserve to pity you after what she had done.
you could hear her talking to pope out on the porch for a few minutes before both entered the house again, taking a seat at the table. it was silent for a few moments, save for the tv show playing, before kiara was speaking. again.
“you know, john b lives here and i get why jj practically lives here now too but why haven’t you gone back home yet, y/n?” you rolled your eyes at the question, not wanting to actually answer her but deciding to play it somewhat nice.
“just like it here better.” you shrugged and then shoved another handful of cookie crisp into your mouth. she was silent while you chewed but then she spoke again.
“you know, i don’t know why you’re being so cold to me. what have i ever done to you?” you stood from the couch so fast that you nearly spilled the box of cereal spinning around to face her.
“do you really want to go there?” she looked up at you wide eyed, obviously not expecting this reaction from you. “you don’t get to pretend that i’m the only one able to speak out of the two of us. you could’ve come to me first instead of staring at me like a lost puppy all week.” you were shouting but you couldn’t care less about the fact that two of your friends were sleeping just down the hallway.
“well i know i would’ve gotten a reaction like this.”
“and rightfully so, kiara. ‘what have you ever done to me?’ do you really want me to bring that up?” she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest.
“well considering i’ve never done anything to you, i’d love to hear what you have to bring up.” you narrowed your eyes at her and placed both hands on the table, leaning over it to get closer to her.
“i hope you realize that i had all the time in the world when i was gone to just sit and think. to think about how i got there.” your voice was flat and even at this point and all eyes in the room were on you. you heard a door open down the hallway but paid no attention to it as kiara spoke again.
“and what exactly does that have to do with me?”
“it has everything to do with you!” you were yelling again as you threw your hands up but it didn’t matter. john b and sarah were joining jj on the couch so why try to contain your volume. “you’re the reason i got caught! you’re the one that called the cops!” you saw popes eyes go wide and heard sarah gasp from behind you but kiaras reaction was all you saw. she seemed calm.
“that’s an empty accusation. why would i do that?”
“we both know exactly why you would, kiara. it was just after you started at the kook academy. you had ditched us and you told everyone it was because you liked that lifestyle better but i was the only one you told the real reason to, remember? it was because you had made that stupid no pogue on pogue macking rule in seventh grade when john b had a crush on you but then you started liking jj! so you left to try and get over him.”
“ok? so? what does that, secret by the way, have to do with you getting caught?”
“you liked jj, you got mad when you saw him kiss me at that party. simple. you didn’t think i saw you watching but i did. you looked hurt. it’s why i told jj that all it could be is a kiss. because even though we were barely friends anymore, i couldn’t stand to knowingly hurt your feelings.” kiara seemed to be affected by this as she finally looked away from your piercing glare and down to her lap.
you had told yourself that you wouldn’t need a jacket. it was summer and it wouldn’t be cold. unfortunately for you, the weather had a different idea and once the sun dropped, so did the temperature. jj noticed you shiver once and was immediately at your side.
“are you cold? i brought a jacket. i left it over on that log.” he pointed off to his right and you noticed his hoodie lying on a log that was washed up a bit away from where the party was happening.
“that would be really nice jj, thanks.” he led you over to his jacket and picked it up, handing it to you. you passed him your drink to hold as you slid it on and then wrapped your arms round yourself to absorb the warmth. “i’m already feeling much better.” you smiled and jj returned it.
“you look cute in my clothes,” he said and you felt your cheeks heat up.
“thanks. they’re comfy.” it was silent for a moment as you both looked at each other. before you realized it, jj was leaning in and placing his lips on yours. you kissed him back for a moment but pulled away. you managed to catch sight of kiara over his shoulder. you could tell by the sad look on her face that she had seen what happened.
“jj, i’m not really into you like that,” you told him. it hurt your heart to lie to him but it hurt worse to hurt kiara.
“oh, ok, i get it. can we still be friends?”
“yeah, of course. pogues for life, right?”
“pogues for life.”
“you were mad. i get it. we were still pretty close up until then and you didn’t know that i had turned him down. all you saw was betrayal from your best friend at the time. so you did what you do best. you got revenge. you called the cops. somehow you found out what we were planning and you knew we always went to the bluff. you thought you could get both of us in trouble but unfortunately for you, you forgot jj has a small bladder when he smokes.”
you laughed as you watched jj attempt to balance on one foot. he wobbled back and forth a bit before putting his arms out for balance. he wobbled some more and you laughed at the obscenities leaving his mouth.
“how are you so good at this?” he asked as he sat back down. he picked up the blunt that he had set on the ground just a moment ago and lifted it back to his lips. you shrugged.
“i don’t know, i guess it just comes naturally.” you sat down across from him and put your hand out, smiling once jj put the blunt in your fingers. you lifted it to your lips and breathed in, savoring the feeling of the smoke filling your lungs.
“ok, you know what? i have to pee.” jj stood up and started walking down toward the beach.
“don’t take forever like you did last time!” he waved over his shoulder to show that he heard you but didn’t turn around. you took another hit before laying flat on your back, looking up at the stars. a moment later, you heard someone approach and chuckled but before you could say anything, a flashlight was being shone in your face.
“maam, what are you doing up here?” you could attempt to hide everything but there was no use. the cops had clearly seen the blunt in your hand and everything else strewn out in front of you so you sighed.
“are you really gonna make me answer that or can we just draw conclusions?” you heard the officer sigh and she motioned for you to stand up.
“alright then, i won’t cuff you if you voluntarily come with me. you out here by yourself?” you nodded and she eyed you. “all by yourself? past dark?”
“most people don’t know this is here, i figured it was pretty safe.”
“alright, let’s go.” she picked up the bag of weed you had left and escorted you to where she had parked the car, opening the back door for you and closing it after you had gotten in. you looked out the window as she drove away, hoping jj wouldn’t freak out too bad about you disappearing.
“i bet you were shocked when i was the only one who got in trouble. and i bet you forgot it was my third strike. all you wanted was a little fun, to see both of us hurt. well look where we all are now, kiara. i think you’ve caused more than just a little hurt.” kiara was silent, as was the rest of the room. she shook her head after a moment.
“that’s not entirely true.”
“really? what exactly did i not get right then?” you asked, trying to catch her in whatever lie she would try to make up to save herself.
“i lied. i did have a crush on jj but the reason i left wasn’t because of that, it was because of you. and you weren’t my best friend at the time, i had already met sarah. i just wanted you to think i was still at least a decent person so i didn’t cut you off like i did everyone else. if i was going to get you in trouble i didn’t want you to be able to know it was me.” you thought for a moment before speaking again.
“ok, so then why did you look sad when jj kissed me?”
“i wasn’t over him yet. i really was sad but that’s not the reason i called the cops on you.”
“then what was the reason?”
“you just- you made me feel like i was nothing.” you were silent, trying to comprehend what she was saying.
“what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“you always left me out of the loop! you never told me anything! you were always keeping secrets.”
“you called the cops on me- no, you got me sent to juvie because i wouldn’t tell you a secret?”
“everyone knew the secret beside me! and anytime i asked about it you would get mad and ignore me! or you’d fly off the handle and be pissed off for the rest of the day! and i was tired of it. i just wanted to feel included but no. why should i be?” you were fuming. you had come to terms with what you had thought she had done before but now you were absolutely burning. while you tried to calm yourself down enough to speak, pope raised his hand slightly and spoke up for the first time since the argument began.
“i’m, if we’re talking about her dad, since you said that you asked her about it pretty often, then i’d just like to point out that i don’t know anything about that either.”
“i have no clue about him either,” john b said.
“jj is the only person that knows because he is the only person i felt like telling,” you said in a soft, nearly calm but about to break voice. “he’s kept it a secret no matter how many times you’ve nagged him or the other guys about it, even though the other two don’t know.”
“so not only did you break the no pogue on pogue macking rule-“
“jj kissed me, i don’t think that means i broke-“
“you also broke the no keeping secrets rule!”
“fine!” you yelled, throwing your arms up into the air. you were finally at the end of your chain. “you wanna know the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth? fine. 17 years ago, ward cameron had an affair with my mom. not that random lady i live with but my biological mom. yeah, bet you didn’t know i wasn’t actually related to her did you? my mom, she became obsessed with ward but he didn’t want anything to do with her. he wanted to keep her a secret. he wanted to pay her to stay quiet, to keep my real father a secret, and to stay away from him. he had bigger things to worry about. bigger things like the birth of his new, conceived in wedlock baby, sarah. but my mom didn’t want that, she wanted him. but guess what? he had his family. so after i was born, my mom went crazy. she went psycho. she killed elizabeth cameron and she didn’t even bat an eye at what she had done.” kiara’s jaw had dropped as you recounted the story to her, your voice never lowering from the yell it had started at. the others just watched and listened with shocked expressions. all except jj and sarah, both of whom already knew the truth. “but you know what kiara, ward still didn’t want me. he didn’t want his image to be ruined by some bastard child. so he paid off the media to keep the murder motive a secret from the public once the trial started and then he found the first foster parent he could for me on this island. he found the first person willing to take a child support check from him and he dumped me there. and maybe all those fucked up reasons are why i didn’t tell you anything about my dad.” you gave her one final glare before storming over to the door and slamming it open. you stomped down the porch steps and into the grass, this time not watching for what you might step on. you heard the door fly open behind you but didn’t pay any attention to who was following you, not until they were running in front of you and putting their hands on your shoulders to stop you. “jj, i need to leave.”
“let me go with you, please. i don’t want you going off on your own when you’re this angry.” you sighed. now that you had stopped walking you realized how much the argument and the yelling had drained you.
“can you drive me?” he nodded.
“yeah, you get in the truck, i’ll go get the keys.” he jogged back inside and made it back to the driver seat of his truck in the same amount of time it took for you to get to the passenger seat. “where are we going?”
“tannyhill.”
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My Works:
2am knock on my door
Posted: May 17, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Anger!Reader
Summary: After Tony's death, Cap's disappearance, and end of Thanos, everybody go on separate ways to continue their lives. You became alone. But one rainy night, you heard a knock on your door, only to find Bucky Barnes soaking wet outside your apartment. You soon realized that you're not the only person who feels that kind of sadness and loneliness. That makes the two of you.
Warning: None
His I Love You
Posted: May 17, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: You and Bucky are in temporary LDR due to his mission and just by hearing those three magical words, you felt okay.
Warning: None
You Saved Me
Posted: May 18, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: You kept him from being insane by loving him for who he was, who he is, and who will he be.
Warning: None
Costumes
Posted: May 18, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You and the avengers are having a Halloween party, and someone came with a familiar costume, making your heart skip a beat.
Warning: None
As Long As We Both Shall Live
Sequel to "2am Knock On My Door"
Posted: May 19, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary: Bucky didn't like the idea of you avoiding him. So during the mini-reunion party, he confronted you.
Warning: None
Turning Point
Posted: May 19, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x BestFriend!Reader
Summary: You were out with your girl friends, Nat and Wanda, but when you got home, your boy best friend, Bucky, isn't so happy about you coming home late.
Warning: None
Good Morning, Husband
Posted: May 20, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You woke up and see Bucky Barnes beside you, realizing that it's your first morning as husband and wife.
Warning: None
My Lady
Posted: May 20, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: It is Tony's birthday party and everyone's required to wear their best formal attire, and when you did, you caught the attention of James Buchanan Barnes.
Warning: None
He Won't Allow It
Posted: May 22, 2021
Characters: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Just when Zemo is about to use you as a pawn to your next plan for your mission in Prague, Bucky decided to remind him that he won't allow anyone to use you. An unexpected confession came after.
Warning: Swearing
Dreamcatcher
Posted: May 22, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky continues to have his nightmares night by night. You advised him to follow what his therapist told him to do — to have a friend. It turns out, you also needed one. Will the two of you take this chance to help each other?
Warning: None aside from swearing
You Left Something
Posted: May 23, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x ExAvenger!Reader
Summary: It has been a year since you left the life of being an Avenger. But after a year, someone showed up in your house, telling you that you left something when you left your old life. What could it be?
Warning: Swearing, mention of sex/one-night stand
You Matter
Posted: May 23, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader
Summary: You and Bucky together with the other Avengers went to Florida for a mission. When your ex-suitor was also in the same area, your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, is triggered by your ex's words. How can you make him feel better?
Warning: Jealousy, A little bit of smut, Swearing
I'll Come Home To You
Posted: May 24, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary: All the men avengers are compromised in a big mission that has to do with an organization trying to revive and continue HYDRA's works. Seeing your fiance, Bucky, leave months before your wedding makes you worried.
Warning: None
His Muse
Posted: May 25, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Tony and Pepper are finally tying the knot. And your date for their wedding is none other than James Buchanan Barnes, your best friend.
Warning: None
Still His
Posted: May 25, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Winter Soldier x Reader
Summary: You lost him five years ago, but what happens when the new fist of HYDRA turns out to be the man you thought was a ghost already.
Warning: Swearing, Alternate Universe, Poorly Written
Lost & Found
Posted: May 26, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Nearly three years ago, the Avengers lost in a battle for humanity. They lost because of Thanos. Half of the planet vanished in thin air and only God knows what happened to them. Surprisingly, you received a call from Nat telling you that Tony Stark is safely back in the compound with the help of Captain Marvel. But you get another surprise when Nat tells you that Bucky did not vanish three years ago, he was with Tony this whole time. 
Warning: None
No One, But You
Posted: May 26, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You, Sam, and Bucky went to Prague for a mission that has something to do with what they call the Flash Smashers, but Bucky is not his usual "game on" mode and you found out why. He's still grieving over Steve's disappearance and for not being able to apologize to Tony.
Warning: Swearing
Onto It
Posted: May 27, 2021
Characters: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary: Bucky and Sam are both in New York to finish their mission with the power broker, which turns out to be Sharon Carter. The latter is not just the villain in this story, but you once got jealous of her as well when she tried to seduce your man.
Warning: Swearing, Jealousy, Mention of Smut
Nice To Meet You
Posted: May 28, 2021
Characters: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: The restaurant where Bucky always takes Yori to eat with him is where you actually work. You've been watching and staring at him for quite some time now but didn't have the courage to introduce yourself to him. But what happens when Yori asked Bucky to take you out?
Warning: None
No Goodbyes
Posted: May 29, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, CivilWar!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You fought for team Captain America during the Civil War. You were one of the people who believed that Bucky Barnes can gain his redemption. Fighting alongside Bucky, the two of you did not have a hard time getting along and eventually fell for each other. But after the fight in the airport, he decided to freeze himself again until a solution for his condition comes.
Warning: None
Always Beside You
Posted: May 30, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You and Bucky have been living together for a year now. Ever since you came into his life, he stopped having nightmares, not until Sam gave up the shield and the country have a new Captain America.
Warning: None
It's Her
Posted: May 31, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary: It was supposed to be a night of fun with the whole team, but your ex-boyfriend shows up and tries to ruin your night.
Warning: Swearing, AU, Mention of a little SMUT
Scarred & Bruised
Posted: June 1, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Each time you find yourself falling in love, you'd tell them about your dark past, and they'll always end up leaving you. So you tried not to fall in love with anyone since then, and it has been years since you felt love in your life. But then you met Bucky, and it's not hard to fall in love with him so you ran away from him. After a year of hiding and running from the man you thought was just like anyone else, he found you, and no chance that he'll let you go again.
Warning: Swearing, Mention of rape, Violence
You Made Me Live Again
Posted: June 2, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader, Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader
Summary: You used to date Steve Rogers, but you knew that he has always been in love with Peggy, so you two stopped dating. Two years later, you met Bucky and slowly fell for each other, but you two decided to keep your relationship a secret since both of you doesn't want to shock everyone, especially Steve, who happens to be Bucky's best friend. But until when can both of you hold back?
Warning: Open-ended, Sappy Ending
Midnight Talks
Posted: June 7,2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary: After Bucky and Sam's mission in Brooklyn, they came back to the compound and you noticed that something is not right with Bucky. One midnight, you can't sleep and found Bucky in the mini-bar in the compound and you finally found out why he's been acting differently.
Warning: fluff, a little smut, drinking
More than anything
Posted: June 8, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x BestFriend!Reader
Summary: You and Bucky have been best friends since high school. He always asked you for advice whenever he's dating someone, when you say no, he'd say no as well. But one night, you found each other in your room, having sex. Waking up the next day, he's gone. No text, no call, nothing.
Warning: mention of smut
Build a life together
Posted: June 9, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader
Summary: You and Bucky joined Sam to help him restore their family boat. But a life-changing event took place. An event of a lifetime for you and Bucky.
Warning: none
Of all the things
Posted: June 10, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader
Summary: Even before the civil war took place, you sided with Captain America about his point of view of Bucky Barnes — that he could gain his redemption. Bucky has never shown you anything bad ever since you met him. The next thing you knew, he caught your heart too. You took their side up to the civil war, and you knew your brother, Tony, would be hurt by your decision.
After the civil war, Tony told you about the truth of the death of your parents, the Winter Soldier killed them. You were hurt too, for all along you knew they got into an accident but it turns out, they were murdered.
Seeing how devastated Tony is for feeling betrayed by Steve Rogers and feeling hurt upon learning what really happened to your parents, you decided to go back with him in New York, without even saying goodbye to Bucky, the man you secretly loved.
A year later, you & Tony received a call from Wakanda, you are needed in a war. But little did you know, you're about to cross paths again with the man you've always loved from afar and secretly.
Warning: none
Only yours forever
Posted: June 11, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary: You and the rest of the remaining avengers decided to team up with the Eternals, but seems like your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, isn't a fan of Ikaris and the way he stares at you.
Warning: Jealousy, Fluff, Implied Smut
I'm home in your arms
Posted: June 14, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader
Summary: Bucky always comes to visit you, but he asked you to come over to his place this time. Upon your arrival at his apartment, you found him sad and emotional.
Warning: Fluff
Definition of heaven
Posted: June 16, 2021
Characters: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader
Summary: You found out you were pregnant with Bucky's baby when the blip took place. You keep the baby and raised him by yourself and with the help of a few friends. You have always believed that Bucky will come back to you and your son, Gabriel. Five years later, the Avengers won, Bucky came home to you and Gabriel.
Warning: Fluff
Sergeant Barnes' last letter
Posted: June 18, 2021
Characters: InfinityWar!Bucky Barnes x Fiance!Reader
Summary: You woke up in your bed without Bucky by your side. The only thing you found on his trace is his letter for you, saying his temporary farewell as he leaves for Wakanda to fight with his pal, Steve against Thanos.
Warning: Fluff
Let me take care of you
Posted: June 21, 2021
Characters: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary: Joining forces with John Walker is the last thing you, Sam, and Bucky want to consider, but after seeing the powerful force of the Flag Smashers, the three of you left with no other choice.
Warning: Jealousy, Swearing, Fluff
The Barnes & Rogers talk
Posted: June 23, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader
Summary: Bucky can't stop talking about you to his best friend, Steve Rogers.
Warning: Fluff
Could we?
Posted: June 26, 2021
Characters: ExBF!Bucky Barnes x ExGF!Reader
Summary: A normal day turns out to be different when you bumped into your ex, Bucky Barnes.
Warning: Fluff
Get her
Posted: July 2, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary: When Bucky found out that you were taken by the subgroup of HYDRA called "The Atonement," he will do everything just to bring you back safely.
Warning: Fluff, Expect an open ending, Heartbreak
Convincing Mr. Barnes
Posted: July 5, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x GF!Reader
Summary: Instead of going out of town with you, you convinced Bucky to help Sam in restoring their family boat.
Warning: Fluff, A little bit of SMUT
Just stay
Posted: July 7, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Neighbor!Reader
Summary: Clogged sink, carrying heavy furniture, fixing your broken headboard - these are just some of the times you called your neighbor, Bucky, for help, and he'll be happy to help you without anything in exchange. Until you finally offered something he can't resist, your body.
Warning: Mention of SMUT (18+), Fluff, Bucky being rough and soft at the same time
A little too late
Posted: July 9, 2021
Characters: ExBF!Bucky Barnes x ExGF!Reader
Summary: Bucky broke up with you and left you when he thought you were cheating on him with Steve. He left without any God damn word, and you weren't able to tell him that you never cheated on him, not even a thought of it.
3 years later, Bucky received a letter from Steve, making Bucky feel guilty for what he did to you.
Warning: Angst, Mention of miscarriage, Expect a heartbreak
Love than lose
Posted: July 11, 2021
Characters: TFAWTS!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: The day Bucky confessed to you that he likes you, you told him that you can't be with someone whose life is always in the line of death. So you two decided not to do anything. But when you saw him in the news regarding his mission to end Flag Smashers alongside the new Captain America, Sam, you rushed towards the scene to tell him that you regret your decision.
Warning: Fluff
Each other's home
Posted: July 14, 2021
Characters: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader
Summary: You just got home from your shopping and spa day with Wanda and Nat, and you found your loving husband cooking dinner for both of you. Just a normal sweet night with the love of your life.
Warning: Fluff
Always you
Posted: July 19, 2021
Characters: Bucky Barnes x GF!Reader
Summary: Thea team is out for a celebratory dinner, but it turns out your ex-boyfriend was also in the same restaurant. Your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, can't help but feel a "little" jealous.
Warning: Fluff, Jealousy, Mention of SMUT
Morning star
Posted: July 23, 2021
Characters: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary: When Zemo asked Bucky to play the role of the Winter Soldier once more for the mission in Madripoor, you can't help but feel anxious about it.
Warning: Fluff
Says who
Posted: July 29, 2021
Characters: TFAWTS!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary: You think Bucky hates you because he is too professional when you two are working on a mission, he doesn't do small talks, and he doesn't talk to you about any other thing aside from the mission itself. So when you had enough of his professionalism, you decided to confront him.
Warning: Fluff
Cap's divulgence
Posted: July 31, 2021
Characters: Steve Rogers x GF!Reader
Summary: After six months of putting your relationship with Steve Rogers in much secrecy, the star-spangled man boyfriend of yours finally broke the news to everyone in a celebratory dinner.
Warning: Fluff
For a lifetime
Posted: August 2, 2021
Characters: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader // Groom!Bucky Barnes x Bride!Reader
Summary: You just got married to the man you love, and on the reception, you are asked to give a message to your husband.
Warning: Fluff
The only family he got
Posted: August 7, 2021
Characters: PostEndgame!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary: Bucky is still haunted by sadness after his pal, Steve Rogers, decided to live the life he never had with Peggy. He's very afraid that he'll choose the family he only got left, you.
Warning: Fluff
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All the time in what's left of the world | 28 Days Later!Jim x Reader (Oneshot)
Words: 1776
Warnings: Mention of death, slight innuendos
A/N: I'm surprised I hadn't written for him sooner, but I needed something to write to take a break from the other series I've been writing.
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When the outbreak of the Rage virus happened, you tried calling your loved ones. Some answered and were rushing to get on the next flight or boat ride off the island. Some never picked up. You were glad that your parents had moved to the States to be with the other family members. When you called, they said that they were fine and that only the UK seemed to be affected. For now. While your parents were safe, those words also meant that the government was going to shut down the whole country into quarantine. There would be no point in trying to get out.
Your friend, Jim, had been in a coma for days after his accident and you had been by his side almost every day if your job had allowed it. When the doctor assured you that you and his parents would be notified as soon as he woke up, you had left to focus on yourself more and catch up with your work. Jim’s parents used to call every day, asking if he woke up. They lived a little ways from the hospital, so they relied on you for updates when they couldn’t go. You always told them the same thing, just that his injuries had been healing properly and that he should be waking up any time now.
Assuming that the hospital would have some kind of quarantine protocol that could keep him safe, you decided to look for each and every friend or distant relative in the area, hoping to find someone when they stopped answering their phones. Travelling had become scarier the more the virus had spread. And if it wasn’t for the infected chasing after you, it was the living wanting to scavenge off of you. Your car was long gone within a week of the outbreak and had to search for a bicycle for the trip.
You couldn’t find anyone. They either left in a hurry or got attacked by the infected on their way out. News of the infection spreading to other countries reached the radio and news channels until they, too, were gone. With your hopes of finding any allies on your side dwindling, you went straight for Jim’s parent’s house. They weren’t answering their phone either, but you hoped that being away from London would have at least meant that the virus took longer to reach them. It was optimistic, but you were also reminded that it had been almost a month since the outbreak and everything happened so fast.
His parents had told you where the spare key was, so you had no problem getting in. Parking your bike at the front, you spotted Jim’s old bikes that his parents had kept over the years. He had been the one to teach you how to ride a bike and you weren’t too surprised when you found out he had taken a job as a bike courier. Jim always liked living simple.
The silence was ringing in your ears as you crept through the house. You were afraid to call out in case there were nearby infected, or worse. You searched each room, memories of when it was lived in coming in flashes until you reached upstairs to their room. A chill was already running up your spine as you spotted their door closed, a rotting smell leaking through the cracks of the door. Opening it slowly, your eyes swept the room until they landed on the bed. Your hand flew to your mouth as you collapsed on the floor, stifling your sobs.
You couldn’t bear to be near the room anymore and not even daring to go in, rushing down the steps. It wasn’t until you almost tripped over the last two steps did you take a deep breath and come to your senses, the whole thing feeling like a twisted nightmare until now. Everything was real, the virus, the killings, the bodies all around the country. There was no way to get out of it. Unless foreign aid came to help stop the virus, you didn’t see a way for this nightmare to end any time soon.
Seeing the sun going down outside, you reluctantly decided to stay the night at the house, gathering supplies around the place before dredging back up the stairs. You paused at the landing, willing yourself in avoiding looking anywhere near that room and made your way straight to Jim’s old room. His mother was always tidy, but after turning on the desk light, you could see the thin layer of dust that had settled within the past month.
You locked the door and dragged a chair under the door knob before flopping tiredly onto the bed. Staring up at the ceiling with Jim’s old posters lining the wall, you could still picture yourself with Jim lounging around in his room attempting homework while talking about everything and nothing. When you used to sleep over, you would share the bed with ease until you both got a little older and a little more uncomfortable with it. There was one late night, though, where he laid next to you on the bed.
He buried his face in your shoulder and whispered, “I don’t want you to go.”
It was the night before you moved away to go to college. You couldn’t say anything.
Growing up, he had been the more expressive of the two of you until he got older and was told that real men didn’t cry. There were times where he let his anger take hold of him and lash out on you and you’d fight back, but you both hated it. He’d run away with tears streaking down his cheeks while you had to break away and let the anger simmer out until the emotions finally sunk in and overwhelm you as well.
When you both calmed down, you were always able to find him. Eventually, the two of you had a talk and sorted things out. That was the closest that your friendship had been to breaking. Back then, that had been the scariest and nearly heartbreaking thing to have happened to you.
A loud bang had jerked you awake, setting your body into shock as your heart began to race. You grabbed the machete that you found among the old family camping gear and strapped your backpack on you. The noise paused, followed by some shuffling.
“Stop making all that noise!” a woman hissed. “We don’t have time for this.”
“Wait, I just need to grab something from my room before we go,” came a familiar voice.
Another man sighed. “We can just leave him.”
“You’ve got less than ten minutes, then we’re leaving. With or without you,” the woman said.
After the two pairs of footsteps disappeared down the stairs, Jim sighed and tried the door knob again. You approached the door slowly, pulling the chair away before opening the door. Even with his uneven dark hair and unkempt beard, you could recognize your best friend anywhere.
His blue eyes widened when he realized what he was seeing in front of him. He reached a hand out to touch your face, squeezing your cheeks together. You pinched him, making him bite down a yelp as he flinched away. You reached over to squeeze his cheeks, too, ending it with a slap. His smile brightened up his face as he pulled you into a tight hug.
“I thought you were dead,” he muttered into your hair. “My… my mom and dad… they-”
“I know. I saw. I’m so sorry, Jimmy.”
The footsteps returned, the woman stared at the two of you with a neutral expression. “It’s too dark to go to the shops. We’ll have to sleep here for the night.”
Jim nodded. His head had been in a daze until he found out you were still alive. It was all still much to take in, but with you around, he felt more grounded with all things considered.
“You and Mark can take my room. We can sleep downstairs,” Jim offered.
The woman glanced in the room. “We’ll sleep in the same room. It’s safer.” She walked over to you and nodded. “I’m Selena and that idiot downstairs is Mark. It’s a good thing we were there when your boyfriend was being chased down.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” you muttered, but she ignored it, turning around to get Mark.
“You and Selena can take the bed,” Jim said, going in to clear up the space.
“No need,” Selena said, climbing back up the stairs, “We’ll take the floor and you lovebirds can get the bed.”
“Don’t get too carried away, though,” Mark teased.
Jim grimaced, obviously not a fan of Mark’s type of humor. Selena scoffed, setting her things down in one corner of the room. Mark was used to Selena’s serious demeanor and simply chuckled, slapping Jim’s back before pushing past the two of you into the room. You shook your head, your hand raising up to run through his messy hair where it had grown around his stitching.
“Does it look that bad?” Jim asked in amusement.
“I guess it doesn’t matter during a zombie apocalypse if you look good or not,” you teased.
Once everyone was settled down in their own corners, you and Jim adjusted yourselves on the bed. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and sighed, passing it over to you. In his mother’s handwriting, it said: “Jim - with endless love, we left you sleeping. Now we’re sleeping with you. Don’t wake up.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have woken up to this… this nightmare.” His eyes were shut as he rubbed his temples. “First thing I saw was being alone, naked in the hospital bed. The whole building was empty and everything was just a mess. You weren’t there and I knew that you had always been there because I could hear you.”
“You could?” you whispered back.
Jim hummed and nodded.
“Could you hear my snoring?”
That made him snort. He shook his head at your attempt of lifting the mood before shifting around to lay on his side to face you. He leaned into you, slinging an arm across your stomach, very reminiscent of your last night here in his bedroom. Even after you had reconnected after college, life never made time for the two of you to spend time together like this. Now, with a raging virus spreading around the world, it seemed that any time would be the last time. You hope that would not be the case, that the two of you would find a way to get out of this alive.
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