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suffarustuffaru · 9 months

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AA this is the last fic writer ask question fr :o again it took me a while to get to all of them pfft but i appreciate them a lot!! this question especially is really sweet wkdndn but yes!! and hope anyone reading my answers to these questions found it interesting at least pfft

hmm…. compliment….. im a MAJOR stickler for detail :O i literally cant turn my brain off i have to get EVERY detail i can right whenever possible wjdnd. not that im always right bc im very much not but i try very hard to be!! and i absolutely adore trying to put a lot of detail and nuance into things in my work esp since i focus on characters mental thought process so much hah. i try very hard to do a lot (or at least i consider it a lot widjdj) of research :o for example i wanted to write astrea fic so i devoured every heinkel and reinhard related side story possible and now they give me intense brainrot. cries. since i write a lot of character study i HAVE to look at everything possible before i finish a fic or ill cry inside if i miss one (1) detail i couldve taken into account hah. so i do think im a hard working writer :o !! analyzing things for fun especially when i admire a work of fiction runs in my blood wjdnd it just Happens. i try my best!!

as for um. that one crack treated seriously gluttony if fic i did once (selfcest…). is it accurate to who gluttonybaru is as a character? no in the sense that hes written purposefully in that fic to be like. pushed to his Most Extreme. but also i did try to at least be kind of accurate bc. i combed through SO MUCH of arc 6 and the gluttony if to write him fr 😭😭 there was TOO MUCH analysis in that fic thats why its got a novel length wordcount HAH. hes always had a hate love relationship with “natsuki subaru”….

uhhh uhhh oh yeah something else vaguely related to this that just came to mind—for example my multichap pride otto fic has me like really wracking my brain bc pride otto has screentime for exactly 0.2 seconds (im totally good at math) so its like. i wanted to like analyze how he most likely thinks and what sort of behaviors he has and how hed even react in All the new shenanigans im putting him in. but im also working off of 0.2 seconds of screentime so i had to also go and look at how main otto thinks and try to make Many Educated Guesses on how otto goes from point a (main otto pre-meeting subaru) to point b (the otto we see in pride if). which is something i do every time i focus on an if character in general anyway HAH bc i think it gets easier to understand if versions of characters, no matter how different they seem from their main route selves, once you examine who their base character is and THEN you look at the if events and how its warped them away from their base character. if that makes sense. i think its really fun hah.

i also recognize though that it wouldve been maybe Easier to make pride otto in my fic a little more. dead inside. empty. bc i know that ive been writing a lot of his anger and irritation hah. and it wouldve made sense for him to be a little more tired kind of dead inside in his internal dialogue!!! but i figured that i might as well go a little differently with it to yes maybe subvert expectations a little bit (and bc. ok after arc 8 Confirming Many Things About Otto, no way pride otto wasnt angry at some point. fr.) but also bc. you know when a person whos been in a traumatic situation they couldnt escape for so long is forced to change themselves to survive? if that person manages to finally escape its like. now they gotta try and unlearn any trauma related lessons theyve learned now that the danger is over bc what helped them survive is now maladaptive bc the danger is Over. thats kind of how i approached the fic fr T^T but also i try so hard to write pride otto as the jaded ass he definitely is. theres so much jades in him for sure. (this sentence totally makes sense.)

oh!!! uh uh one small detail with pride otto—when characters have titles, he will almost Always call them by their title in both internal and external dialogue. reinhard is sword saint and julius is the greatest/finest knight and felix is blue, etc etc. otto is well. 1. emotionally constipated 2. distant from others 3. Going Out of His Way to distance himself from others 4. hes very fixated on power and hierarchy and 5. he is Very aware of the role hes played in crushing each knight in the knight trio. main otto Absolutely feels guilt even as hes being ruthless. i figured pride otto likely at least Used to feel guilty. if hes not still guilty deep down.

#ask #this. answer turned out way longer than i thought oops but then i started blabbering about analysis things. im a nerd HAH a massive massive #nerd #yeah i like analyzing if characters fr!!! so fun seeing how they changed over time….#its also a fun challenge bc when u read the if most of them are like. ok aside from the greed if ln that actually goes into detail how #subaru changes over time so its like you know more gradual. with many of the other ifs we see him post-drastic change from main route so u #kinda have to connect the dots?? its fascinating!!! and if u dont look closely u could be confused on How characters changed so much. but it #makes sense once u squint a bit methinks.#gotta love pride if otto fr. ottos always been an edgy bitch pride if ottos just open about it with his black suit and dead inside charm #ALSO I STILL HAVE TO FINISH THE EX NOVELS IM WORKING ON THEM SLOWLY OK I GOT TWO DOWN GOT A FEW MORE TO GO

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megalony · 4 years

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This is a small murderer! Ben Hardy imagine I had an idea for, I hope you will all like it, feedback is always appreciated.

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Murderer! Ben masterlist

Summary: Ben is taken to hospital just before he is meant to go to prison and (Y/n) is the doctor assigned to treat him. But it’s not as easy as she hopes when her patient scares her.

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With each clicking of her shoes against the polished tiled floor, she could feel her heart adding an extra beat of blood around her body until she was certain that the organ was about ready to give out. She could feel her heartbeat becoming louder in her chest making every beat feel like it was pulsing through her ribcage and echoing against her lungs. A cold sweat started to rattle through her as she got closer to the door she didn't really know if she wanted to go through or not.

The moment she reached the door her body was subtally shaking which she was sure the security guards must have noticed when she took her ID badge from her waist to flash in front of their eyes. It was her golden ticket to get her inside a room that was limited to who could see what it held within.

Her imagination didn't do him justice.

When (Y/n) tried to remember the last time she had seen the man who was in this room, her memory was hazy. She remembered long ash blond curls that swept everywhere on his head. She pictured dark coloured eyes that were like voids with no emotion, she could see thin lips that stayed straight or held a frown but no smile. She could see hardened, cold features that were not flattering and a medium sized build. What she was faced with was much different to her memory that had been helped out with her imagination.

The man laid in the bed was taller than she remembered, to the point his head and feet were almost touching the ends of the bed. He had a very broad muscular frame that made him more of a threat to everyone who stepped into this room. His eyes were the deepest shade of sea-green that (Y/n) had ever seen, they were like gems, but his pupils were what scared her. The darkness was swirling inside of them and they held no sparkles from the light, they were filled with so many bad emotions that looked so inviting yet frightening that it made (Y/n) cower.

His lips were bright ruby red but they were crooked into the most sinister grin that (Y/n) had ever come across in her life. His eyes were slightly narrowed but they were solely stuck on her frame as her own eyes darted around him, forming a lasting image in her mind. His light blond hair was longer on top but shaved very short at the sides and it was folded back over his head so none of it would fall in front of his eyes and distort his vision of her.

What caught (Y/n)'s attention more than his features was his wrists and his ankles. They were handcuffed to the plastic frame of the bed, locking him in a sitting position so he didn't hold the right to raise his hands an inch above the bed, nor could be kick his feet out at anyone. Those restraints caught (Y/n)'s eye for the specific reason that she didn't trust them. This man had muscle, he clearly held strength and his eyes showed he was cunning, just how long were those shackles going to restrain him before he managed to break free?

"Here to help me, sweetheart?" His voice was low and gravelly like his words were rubbing against sandpaper, but his pet name that she remembered so vividly made her cringe.

"Only to make you better, Mr Hardy." (Y/n) kept her voice level and looked down at her notes as she spoke like she thought looking him in the eyes would put her under a trance. She was a doctor, all she was here to do was to find out what was causing his health to decline and then he would be on his way to prison just like he was supposed to be.

Ben was in the hospital because he had a seizure and crippling pains a day before he was supposed to be taken to prison. A lot of doctors here thought he was just playing things up so he could try his luck at escaping but (Y/n) didn't think so. She vaguely knew him and what she remembered about Ben was how he liked to work. He wouldn't want to escape by faking a seizure and he wouldn't want to go to hospital for unnecessary tests to try and make his escape.

He would want to bribe or kill the guard, he would want to break out on his own in the dead of night and get ahead of the game. He would want people to marvel at his twisted mind and his quick getaways.

"Better how? Are you going to try and see if there's something making me ill, or are you going to try and make me better in my head?" When he spoke he flashed his teeth and the look reminded (Y/n) of a shark or a predator eyeing up its prey. He looked ready to devour her or frighten her to the point she either left or let him go free.

(Y/n) knew who Ben was, but the man laying in front of her now was different to the one she had known a few years ago. The man she remembered hadn't been a killer, but he had definitely been heading in that direction. She had read more about him in the news, he seemed to be rather good at killing people considering how long it had taken the police to even get one small crime connected to him with enough evidence to charge him and send him to prison.

He had been killing people and doing dodgy dealings for at least five years with no consequence because he knew how to evade the police and rid himself of any evidence. He did intrigue her, a lot, but she wasn't a psychiatrist. (Y/n) couldn't delve into his mind and find out what made him this way, she would get trapped and never be able to find her way out.

But that seemed to be what Ben wanted.

He loved the thought of people trying to get into his head because he had the ability to trap them without giving them the answers they were looking for. He didn't think there was any reason he was like this, he had a good upbringing, a loving family, a good education. No traumas or accidents happened to him to make him suddenly take to murder, he wasn't damaged or broken or unhinged, this was just how he was and what he liked to do.

"I'm just here to find out what's causing your health problems, nothing more." When (Y/n) lifted her eyes from the notes on Ben's case, she found he was still grinning at her like the Cheshire cat and it was beginning to feel unsettling. No one looked at her the way he was looking at her now, it was like he knew something about her and he was goading her and holding the information over her head like bait. Willing her to take it.

"And you can do that with me cuffed to the bed, or is that how you like all your patients?" Ben tilted his head up to look at (Y/n) when she dared to move closer until she was standing beside the bed instead of at the foot of it. Her eyes locked with his own for a brief moment but she didn't respond, he was only trying to get a rise out of her. "Come on doll, undo them for me. Where am I going to go with ten guards on this floor? I don't wanna run away from a pretty face either."

(Y/n) pursed her lips as she tilted her head to the side, she wasn't stupid and she wasn't born yesterday. Whether Ben really just wanted to sit without being shackled at the joints or whether he wanted to escape made no difference to (Y/n). She didn't have the keys to unlock the cuffs and she wouldn't do that anyway. They didn't pose a problem unless they had to do an MRI but even then, the hospital had other ways of restraining him so that he didn't try and make a break for it.

"I'd love to, but I don't have the keys."

Grabbing a small light from her pocket, (Y/n) cautiously rested her hand on Ben's temple and tilted his head back. Holding his eyelid open with her thumb as she used her other hand to shine the light over his pupils to see if they were constricting quickly or not.

"Any headaches or pains anywhere?"

"Why do you think the lights are turned off?" Ben watched with a smile as (Y/n) seemed to blink like she was clearing her mind of fog, turning her head to look up at the lights before looking around the room to find that it was significantly darker than the corridor. The natural light from the window provided more than enough lighting to see but it wasn't nearly as bright as what the room would be if basked in the illuminated lights.

"I'll schedule an MRI, see if there's anything wrong with your head." (Y/n) held onto the plastic frame of the bed as she looked at Ben who was still smiling which was beginning to make her feel unsettled. There was no reason for him to be grinning, there was something wrong with him and he was going to prison when they treated whatever was wrong, he had no reason to smile.

"That's what they all say... your little bodyguards will have to uncuff me for that. We can finally have some fun."

Ben's words sent shivers running down (Y/n)'s spine and made her stomach churn like she was going to be sick. His tone showed he wasn't messing around or just blabbering, he was thinking about this and he was excited at the prospect of finding a chance to escape. Restraints like buckles around his body would be a bit easier to get out of than handcuffs. But when he spoke about having fun, his eyes glimmered for the first time and showed sparkles without any light in the room.

He was making her a promise.

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"Are you scared?" The question came with a tone of sincerity and worry but the catfish grin that it was spoken through said otherwise. The way those words made his cheeks puff up near his eyes that were narrowing and inquisitive made shivers run down (Y/n)'s spine when she was already trying so hard not to shake from fear.

"Why would I be scared?" (Y/n) tipped her head to the side as she responded to his rather sudden question that seemingly came out of nowhere. (Y/n) was trying very hard to seem and act normal, she didn't want Ben to think she feared him but she didn't want to be cold towards him either. He was her patient and it was better to keep him talking and stay on his good side rather than dare to see what the bad side looked like.

"Because the artery in your neck is pulsing faster than normal... you keep looking at the straps which we both know aren't such a good restraint for me."

Ben's eyes were solely focused on the artery he could clearly see pushing up beneath the surface at such a rapid pace that it looked like it was going to burst. It implied that (Y/n)'s heartbeat was increasing and he could see how hard she was trying to keep her breathing normal. He couldn't have cuffs on because the MRI machine worked with magnets, but the straps binding him down were worn and looked like Velcro that he would be able to tear free from without breaking into a sweat. They both knew that Ben was devious and dangerous and (Y/n) didn't want to see him get free or know what he would do to break free.

"We both know if you manage to get up you're hardly going anywhere with a gown that barely covers your ass and no boxers on underneath. Besides, with no weapon, how do you expect to get out of this room?" (Y/n) adjusted the brace beneath Ben's head so it was fixed around his neck and head to give support whilst he would be in the machine for about forty five minutes.

Ben looked surprised at her answer but his smile didn't slip from his features because she had given him something to think about. He was wearing a gown that tied at the back and he didn't have underwear on, he was hardly going to be able to get out of the hospital wearing that. Nor did he have weapons to get himself out of this room, let alone the hospital. Security had guns and tasers and there was a lot of security who could pin him down and a doctor could sedate him. Ben was outnumbered here.

"Try not to move."

(Y/n) didn't like the wicked grin Ben wore when (Y/n) pressed the button that moved him into the MRI machine. He looked like he was one step ahead of her and always would be.

Half an hour had passed but (Y/n) felt like she was going to be sick because he just would not stop. His lips kept moving and words and phrases kept passing from them but they were rattling around in her mind and rubbing (Y/n) up the wrong way. Worse still, Ben knew what he was doing. The more he talked about what he did, the more (Y/n) felt like she could picture clearly what he had done and who he was. She felt sick when he described how he killed people and how he made sure no one found out. She felt shivers running up and down her nerves when he kept calling out to her. Random nicknames drawled sweetly or seductively or creepily from his lips to try and gain her attention or some sort of rise from (Y/n).

But even though Ben couldn't see her and she was staying deadly silent, Ben knew he was having a bad effect on her and it was making him carry on.

Lifting her head from where it was lowered down to look at the screen, (Y/n) felt a wave of both panic and relief flowing through her when the voice suddenly stopped. Ben was no longer trying to call out to her and ask if she was still there or rambling on to her about whatever dreadful thing spilled into his rotten mind.

Deciding that the scan was done now since it was showing nothing irregular, (Y/n) got up from her chair and entered the MRI room in front of her, Ben's name drawling quietly from her lips but he didn't respond.

Pushing the button, (Y/n) looked at Ben with tired eyes but he still had that same shit-eating grin on his face that she wished to become tired of seeing. She went to say something, but before any words could pass through her lips, her body jolted and her heart stopped in her chest when his hand suddenly latched around her wrist with a viper's grip. His fingers felt like sharp teeth digging into her skin and he held so much force because when he pulled her closer to the point (Y/n) almost fell on top of him, it didn't seem to take any energy from him at all.

"Ben, let go." (Y/n) spoke in a stern tone as her other hand quickly grabbed his own to try and release herself from his grip but it wasn't working. He had more strength than she did, she could already feel the bruises beginning to form on her skin.

"Come on doll, be a good girl and let me out, you know you want to."

(Y/n) shook her head and tried again to pull away but she stopped and her eyes snapped closed when Ben leaned his head closer to her to the point she could feel his breath on her neck. She couldn't let him free from his restraints, he could use her as a hostage to try and get out or he could kill people to get himself free. He was here for a reason and he was bound for a reason, (Y/n) couldn't let him out just because he asked or because he was trying to seduce her.

"I can't, now let go before I call security."

Fear rushed through (Y/n)'s veins along with adrenaline, but she wasn't fearing what Ben was doing or what he was capable of, she was afraid what effect he was having on her because her voice was lost. She couldn't find her voice to call out to the security men that were only on the other side of the door. She stayed deadly quiet when she felt Ben's grip on her wrist tightening and his teeth grazing against her neck.

The moment his mouth left her neck and she could pull back and straighten up, (Y/n) felt like she was going to faint and the urge to pass out only increased when all the blood drained from her head. But her moment of relief lasted two seconds before she looked down at Ben's wrist agonisingly slowly and a whimper left her lips when she realised his hands were now free from the restraints.

Every part of her froze and turned stiff as she watched him sit up with a shit-eating grin on his lips and the void in his eyes that drew her in until she became lost. When his eyes darted down to look at the restraints, he rose a brow and tipped his head to the side in an almost innocent manner.

"Oops."

#ben hardy #ben x reader #ben hardy imagine #imagine #BoRhap #murderer! ben

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kiritella · 5 years

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All We See [7]

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2.8k-ish (oops...)

Warnings: None, a drunk guy? kinda cute and fluffy.

A/N: I hope I don’t disappoint with this one! I will probably come back and change some things later...As always, my series masterlist is being a goof, so if you want past and future parts, go to my main masterlist.

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Previously...

“Fine, just another kiss and I’ll go,” he says.

“Fine,” you mutter and lean in, but right as your lips are about to connect, he shifts and licks up your cheek causing you to screech and pull back and Bucky darts out of your reach, “Bucky!” you laugh and throw a pen at him as he dodges out of the way and runs to the door, “You’re so weird!”

“I’ll see you tonight, Doll,” he shouts as he exits and from down the hall.

You finish laughing as you wipe your cheek and smile fondly as you sit at your desk once again, “See you tonight, Soldier,” you mutter to yourself, excitement already bubbling in your chest.

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Now...

Nope.

Nu-uh.

Not that one.

Hell no.

Yes!....no…..

This has been your last half an hour, the clothes are starting to pile up on the bed as you sift through your garments, never quite finding the right one. It is the process of elimination, at least, that is what this is supposed to be, but every outfit doesn’t quite match the idea you want to portray, or rather, the image that you want to show Bucky. You haven’t tried to dress to impress in a long while, and even longer since you haven’t had to worry about hiding any bruises, something that still takes some getting used to.

It takes a little while longer, and now, it is almost 6:30. So, with all your makeup done and hair set in soft, gentle curls, you slip on the clothes and look in the mirror. The smooth, garnet red shirt straps over the shoulders with an open back that dips into a V, the front modestly concealing, and a pair of dark blue jeans that hug comfortably form around your body. The black wedge heels give you a couple extra inches and a set of thin black bracelets cover your wrist while a few bobby pins hold the hair out of your face. The lightest bit of makeup highlights your skin while keeping its natural look, and you have to admit, you look good. It isn’t too fancy and updone, but it’s definitely nicer than what you would usually wear, more...free. And hopefully something Bucky will like…

With the last few minutes, you quickly pick up the clothes that have been tossed around and place the jewelry back in their box, attempting to ignore the nervous shaking of your hands. It is a different kind of nervous than you are used to. Instead of fear and submission, it bubbles into excitement and anticipation, and it makes itself even more known as you make your way to the common room to meet the others, the clock just hitting seven.

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“Dammit, Bucky, stop fidgeting!” Sam says from his place on the couch, watching as Bucky continuously taps his foot, fiddles with his jacket, paces back across the room, “It’s starting to make me anxious.”

“Sorry,” Bucky mutters and, at last, it goes quiet...for five seconds before the tapping of his foot echoes through the room again.

“Bucky!” Sam shouts and Natasha smiles and shakes her head while Steve approaches his best friend, well attempts to, but he starts pacing again.

The door creaks open and Bucky’s head snaps toward it, a small, gentle hand around the frame as someone enters. Wanda curves into the room with a smile and Bucky deflates slightly from the fact it wasn’t the one person he has been looking for, but still, he greets her warmly.

“You look like a kid who was told he couldn’t have ice cream,” Tony’s voice pipes up from the back of the room where he was talking with Bruce, a chuckle on the tip of his tongue, “What has gotten you so excited?”

“Oh, he’s wa—”

“Shut up, Sam,” Bucky threatens and Steve chuckles.

“What, can’t—” Sam’s voice halts suddenly and his attention pulls elsewhere along with everyone else in the room.

Bucky follows their line of sight, the breath knocking out of his lungs and mind stalling and desperate to find the proper words to describe what he sees. Your hair is down and curled, held back slightly but framing your face. The outfit hugs you perfectly and while your shirt covers your chest, it dips low in the back and he sees more of your skin then he ever has before. You seem so much more free, like yourself. His smile breaks into reality like a ray of sunshine through the clouds, and his heart stutters and skips as it beats to the rhythm of a song he’s memorized after knowing you.

“Damn, Girl, you’re something else,” Sam says, breaking the silence that had overtaken the room and Bucky shoots him daggers before turning to you, finding a shy smile as you nip anxiously at your lip.

“Thanks,” you say quietly before turning your gaze back to Bucky, a sense of admiration washing over you when you catch his eyes. His hair is pulled back and beard trimmed, his red shirt hugs him nicely and his black leather jacket sets over his shoulders and he has a pair of blue jeans that actually look decent and without holes...you weren't sure if he had any.

Tony pipes up when it seems silence is settling again, “Well, if I knew you were the one that Bucket demanded a room for, I wouldn’t have asked so many questions,” he chuckles and walks over to you, giving you a hug, “How have you been, y/n?”

Smiling as he pulls away, you answer, “Been doing alright, keeping up with work is a hassle, but managing. Thank you for letting me stay here, it’s really helped.”

“Wait, you two know each other?” Natasha asks and you notice how everyone in the room is now looking at the two of you.

Tony scoffs and stares at her as if she is crazy, “Of course I know her, she is one of my top engineers. She’s currently working on Rhodey’s leg upgrade. Speaking of which, how’s that coming?” he says as he turns back to you.

“Almost done, just some tweaks and bugs to fix before I send it to testing,” you say and shift your gaze behind Tony to Bucky for a second. He has yet to say anything and you are beginning to worry a little bit.

Tony, being as observant as he is, notices and steps to the side with a smile, “Well, then, if everyone is here, we can go now.”

Everyone stands and gathers their things as Bucky approaches you, looking you over and finally settling on your eyes when he is standing before you…and damn, when did his eyes get so blue?

“You look…” he trails off, eyeing you again as he tries to find the right words, but none come to mind. Beautiful wouldn’t do you justice and hot sounds like an insult in his mind, gorgeous is too simple, overused.

“Is that a good hesitation or a bad one?” you ask.

“Good, good, it’s good, you look amazing, I just—” he says before chuckling slightly, rubbing the back of his neck, “And I’m rambling…You look beautiful, y/n.”

“Thanks, Buck,” you say, feeling your cheeks heat up, “You clean up nicely yourself.”

Bucky chuckles, “Thanks.”

“Who would have thought that a simple outfit could turn the famous, smooth talkin’ Bucky Barnes into a rambling mess?”

Bucky rolls his eyes playfully and takes a step closer to you, “It ain’t the outfit, Sweetheart.”

“Quit staring at each other and let’s go,” Tony says and the two of you look to the door to find the others waiting and you mutter an “oops.”

You both turn to leave and Bucky’s hand carefully rests itself on the small of your back as he sends you a look, silently asking if it was okay and you nod slightly, falling in line with his steps as you walk closely next to him. The drive is loud as you sit in the back of Bucky’s car next to Wanda who is next to Sam with Steve in the front seat, Wanda shooting questions left and right as you both get to know each other better. You have seen most of them in passing in the halls or on the rare occasion one of them needed something fixed.

“I thought you just created the specs for the equipment,” Sam says and looks at you curiously.

“I generally do, but I am capable of putting everything together as well. I always liked hands-on work, but as time went on, it just became easier and faster to make the ‘how to’ then send it to someone else to build.”

“How long have you been working for Stark?” Wanda asks.

“About five years now, Bucky and I met about a year later, came stumbling in as his arm kept twitching, then proceeded to knock himself out when it suddenly shot up and hit his head. He crashed a table of supplies all over himself when he fell.”

You see Bucky cringe in the rearview mirror as the others laugh. The light atmosphere makes the smile on your lips grow and laughter bubble faster and easier than it has in a while. There is the obvious tension of getting to know everyone when you arrive at the bar, Natasha is really sweet once you get to know her, Bruce clearly doesn’t like the noise of the place but seems like he’s enjoying himself, and Tony is going on animatedly about something, you’re not quite sure what at this point, but it’s funny to watch. Bucky is sitting next to you with an arm draped over your shoulder and keeping you close to him with you on the outer side of the booth, sneaking glances at each other as the night goes on.

“Okay, I’m going to interject here,” Natasha says suddenly and the booth goes quiet, then she gestures between you and Bucky, “When did all this happen? Last time I saw the two of you, you were both just staring longingly at each other, now you’re all close and touchy, what’s going on here?”

Bucky laughs as you blush and hide your face against him, “This morning, actually,” he says and nudges your face out of his chest, “Had this girl swooning for my charm.”

You snap your eyes to his narrowing them, “More like you were a statue while I made a fool of myself, blabbering on and on, I’m pretty sure you weren’t even breathing.”

He gasps in offence, “You didn’t make a fool of yourself, and if I recall correctly, you swooned pretty hard when I kissed you.”

“Either way,” Sam interjects as you are about to speak, “I’m just glad you two are finally together. Maybe the ridiculous look on Bucky’s face will finally disappear, he’s been looking like an idiot for a while now.”

“A while?” you ask curiously, looking up to Bucky with a furrowed brow.

“I won’t lie,” he says, the playfulness of his tone gone and he almost seems hesitant, “I’ve been pinning over you for a while now…”

“How long?”

“Eh, it doesn’t matter, we’re—.”

“Buck…”

He sighs and kisses your temple softly, lingering there as he speaks, “It’s been almost two years now.”

“Bucky!” you say as you look up at him in shock and instantly regret it when you see him shrink back, clearly afraid of your reaction. He looks away and the others at the table suddenly find the crowd very interesting as they make their own conversation amongst themselves. Bucky reluctantly puts a little space between the two of you, but you quickly close it again, cupping the side of his face and forcing him to look at you, “Hey, look at me, I’m not mad, just surprised, didn’t exactly expect that, y’know?”

Bucky chuckles and relaxes against you, leaning down a bit, “For a minute there I figured you thought I was a creep.”

“I could never,” you gasp, tilting your head up, “A little cheesy and weird, yes, but never a creep.”

“How dare you insult my quirkiness!”

“Oh, shut-up and kiss me.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he says and presses his lips to yours, sweeter and much more relaxed than your first, less desperate, but still full of every ounce of love.

“Heeeey, save it for the bedroom!” Tony shouts while Sam makes overdramatic gagging sounds, Natasha slapping them on the back of the head.

The kiss breaks as you both laugh, your eyes opening to find his while you are both smiling wide, “Fuck, I’m glad I get to do that,” Bucky says before kissing your forehead and a deep red paints your cheeks.

You go to reach for your drink when you realize it is empty, and you stand, much to Bucky’s displeasure, “Stop pouting, I’m just getting another drink,” you say through a laugh, only just now hearing how loud the bar is now.

As you weave your way through the crowds, people keep bumping into you, some hit your ribs and suddenly the air thickens to the point where it becomes hard to breathe, the lights a little too much, the noise a little too loud, the crowd slowly making the room smaller and smaller. By the time you reach the counter, your hands are shaking, eyes scanning the room over and over, something you haven’t thought much about in the last couple months, but habits are hard to break. But after a deep breath, your world seems to settle a little and you order another drink.

The mix is in creation when a hand slides to your bare back and you smile and shake your head, “Bucky, I was gone for two seconds—” your voice freezes and your body goes stiff when you turn and see a tall stranger standing way too close to be good news.

“I don’t know who Bucky is, but he sure is missing out,” he says, the alcohol on his breath reeking into your senses and bringing back painfully familiar memories. His eyes scan over you slowly, a hunger in his eyes that you know too well and suddenly your knees lose their strength as you attempt to back away from him.

“Oh, uh—sorry, I thought you were my boyfriend,” you say, hoping he’d get the hint and back off, but your voice is dropped, shrunk in a way you haven’t heard from yourself in the last couple months. You glance back at your booth, but Bucky is no longer there, only the other Avengers and none of them are looking your way.

“Shame he left a pretty thing like you alone,” he says as he brushes some hair from your face only for you to swat his hand away.

“Don’t touch me,” you snap and jump in your skin when an arm wraps around your waist from behind, pulling you away from the man in front of you and against their chest, panic welling in your stomach until you get a glimpse of metal.

“I believe the lady wants to be left alone,” Bucky growls, eyes piercing through the other man’s skull, his arm around you protective and secure and your body instantly relaxes.

“And who are you to decide what she wants?”

“I don’t, I’m just the boyfriend,” he answers, low and lethal, tensing slightly.

“Why don’t we let th—”

“Can we go, please?” you ask, voice soft, jaw set firmly, not in strength, but rather in an attempt to keep from shaking and Bucky nods, not sparing the other man another word as he spins you around, leading you outside and away from the noise and crowd.

The second the cold air hits your skin and the door closes behind you, you finally feel like you can breathe and gasp for air at the relief of the pressure on your lungs. But it doesn’t last long as Bucky twists you around, hands running over your face then to your arms, eyes scanning you over and over.

“Are you alright, what happened?” he asks, finally cupping your face and forcing you to look at him, finding the same icy stare he saw when he first found out about your ex.

“Yeah, I’m good Bucky, just a little—It just brought back some memories and I froze, that’s all. I’m okay, he was just drunk and didn’t get the message,” you manage to say and a shiver runs down spine as a gust of wind brushes across your bare back, goosebumps rising on your skin, but you can’t help but admire the quieter part of the city, “Can we stay out here for a little bit? Just get some air?”

“Yeah, of course,” Bucky says and you smile and turn to the sidewalk, gesturing to take a walk and he nods. After a minute or so, a weight wraps over your shoulders and you jump slightly, turning and finding Bucky carefully putting his jacket on you.

“You’re shivering,” he says and you smile, putting your arms in the sleeves and wrapping it around you, chuckling when you see how large it is, your hands don’t even make the tips of the sleeves.

Jumping forward a slightly, you spin and walk backward in front of Bucky, “How do I look?” you ask and pose dramatically.

“Like you’re going to fall in those heels,” he teases, unsure how to describe the way his heart swelled at the sight of you.

You laugh and it rings in Bucky’s ears like a symphony, one he would sit and listen to for the rest of his life, “Maybe,” you say and spin back and walk next to him and he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close.

It is a few moments of silence before you speak again, but this time it a sweet, soft tone that Bucky can’t help but fall for, “Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“I like you.”

Bucky chuckles and kisses your temple, “I like you too.”

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