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themidnightcrimson · 11 months

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little pill (part 2) ࿏ wm

summary: in which you get revenge on wanda for putting libido pills in your drink.

words: 4.8K

warnings: top!wanda, drugging, dubcon/noncon, face riding, bondage/restraints, strap-on, size kink, vibrator, overstimulation, forced orgasm, wanda being so chaotically feral

this post is for 18+ only. minors: dni.

masterlist. | part 1.

Your revenge on Wanda had to be carefully planned and meticulously executed.

Dating a woman who can read minds and has an extraordinary sense of intuition made these little feats harder than usual. It shamed you how easily she’d slipped that pill to you, how easily she’d wound you up and had you foaming at the mouth for her like some sort of feral animal. Of course, Wanda reveled in it and never failed to bring it up every other day since it happened. You knew you couldn’t act too brash—if you’d tried to mimic her prank too soon, it would still be too fresh in her mind and limit your chances of getting by with it without her knowing. So, you waited.

As the months passed and Wanda seemed to forget about the little incursion, you planned your revenge. You’d managed to find the same libido pill that Wanda had used on you in her little witchy trickery. You went to the nearest store that sold it after a day of work, kept it hidden in a secret pocket of your purse when you got home and Wanda greeted you with a kiss, trying your absolute hardest to not think of the sex pills burning in your purse pocket in fear that Wanda would hear your thoughts. Out of respect, she didn’t invade your mental privacy at will, but if she got the sense of something being off, she would do what she could to figure you out.

Relief and adrenaline passed over you when Wanda let you go without questioning, and you stored the pills away in a place in the house where Wanda would not find them.

Figuring out when and how to slip Wanda the pills was the hard part. Would you crush it up and put it in her drink, the classic way? How would you do this without her noticing? Surely, she would sense your anxiety and thrill and understand what was happening, and you had a vague idea of what the punishment would be if she did.

With a lack of creativity, you decided to just go the traditional route and crush up the pills one night that you and Wanda were having wine after dinner.

“Red, please,” Wanda said from the couch, her eyes glued on the television screen. She was watching one of her favorite new shows, and you were grateful that would capture all her attention.

As you pulled two wine glasses down from the cabinets in the kitchen, you peered around to lay your eyes on Wanda in the living room. She was paying not a single ounce of attention to you. You popped a new bottle of wine and poured equal amounts into both glasses, and then decided to use the glass on your right as Wanda’s so that would be the one you hand to her first. Taking one last measured look at Wanda who was still staring at the TV, you reached into your pocket and took the little bag of crushed pills and swiftly emptied it into her glass, swirling it around with your finger and hoping that the wine didn’t look muddied. You were glad she chose red wine.

You nearly sucked your wine-stained finger clean until you realized it had been swirling around the powder, opting to wipe it off on the handtowel instead. Carefully taking Wanda’s glass in your right hand and yours in the other, you made your way into the living room trying to wrangle your pounding heart and cool your skin that burned in excitement. Wanda didn’t even look at you as you appeared in front of her and handed her the glass in your right hand.

“Thank you, baby,” she murmured as she took the glass, leaning her head around you so she could see the TV. You mumbled a welcoming reply as you sat back down beside her, your hands nearly shaking as you brought your glass to your lips. It made you feel embarrassed to know how easily and smoothly Wanda had done it to you, but here you were trying to restrain yourself from just blurting out what you had done. You wiped your face discreetly, feeling the skin hot under your touch.

Glancing at Wanda from the corner of your eyes, you watched as she brought the wine glass to her lips and took a tiny sip, licking the red liquid from her lips and sucking her cheeks inward as she moved her tongue around the inside of her mouth. Did she taste something off? Were the pills not crushed up enough?

When she only laughed at something on TV, you silently exhaled in relief and turned away, lest she catch you staring at her and wonder what’s up. You tried to quiet your thoughts and focus on the TV show as you both sipped your wine slowly.

By the time Wanda’s glass was empty and discarded on the side table, nothing had happened yet. She hadn’t even spoken to you except for a few comments on the show. You wondered if you didn’t use enough or if she had undermined your plan, and you felt stupid for thinking Wanda would be so easily fooled.

But after a few minutes of silence, Wanda started fidgeting where she sat beside you on the couch. She moved around a bit, her eyebrows creasing together in a sign of discomfort. You watched discreetly, sipping on the last half of your wine. She was acting like she couldn’t sit comfortably, until finally she decided on sitting halfway on her side, leaning towards you. You were leaning the other way, your feet propped up beside you on the couch. Her eyes flickered down to your legs, your ankle exposed by your short-cut sweatpants. She placed her palm over your ankle and rubbed it a little before leaving it there, turning her eyes back to the TV.

It wasn’t unusual for Wanda to grace little touches on you like that at random moments, but she was chewing her lip and the number 11 was forming between her brows. Her hand felt warm and clammy on your cool ankle, her thumb grazing over the bulbous bone every once in a while.

By the time you’d finished your wine and set it to the side, Wanda huffed and turned away from the TV to look at you. Acting confused, you turned to meet her gaze. She was smiling a little, pink lips curled on the ends, but there was a shimmery glaze over her softened eyes.

“What?” you asked with a nervous laugh, and now that she was staring right at you with her full attention, you began to grow paranoid that she’d figured out what you’d done. If she allowed even one peek into your nervous thoughts in that moment, she would know.

But she didn’t. She just hummed and crawled towards you on the couch, settling herself between your body and the back cushion. It was a tight hold, both of your bodies squished on the couch, and you were worried you would slip off the cushions with how close you were to the edge, but Wanda nestled her arm around your middle and pulled you back into her so tight you could hardly breathe. She loosened, giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek before she returned to looking at the TV.

Your tongue anxiously explored the back of your teeth as you tried hard to breathe normally, to think normally, to not give her any indication that you were guilty. Wanda seemed placated for a moment, before she unlatched her arm around you so that she could run her hand down your hips and thigh.

“You look so pretty,” she murmured, and you felt her nose into your hair and inhale your scent. It tickled, so you giggled and squirmed, but her arm latched back around you and pulled you tight against her so that you’d be still.

Wanda pulled your hair away from your neck with her other hand and leaned forward so that she could press her lips there. It was just a kiss, a normal kiss at first, but a gasp left your throat when she suddenly sunk her teeth into your skin.

“Wanda,” you breathed, giving a nervous chuckle as she started to bite and kiss all up the side of your neck, her hand grabbing your hips and pulling you backwards into her. The TV show was long gone from her mind now.

“Baby,” she groaned, urging her hips into your ass as her grip on your hip grew tighter. “Let’s go to bed.”

It would be too easy if you gave her what she wanted right away. “Don’t you wanna finish the new episode?”

She looked back up at the TV with hesitation before she shook her head, leaning back down to attach her lips to the underside of your jaw. “Nuh uh.” Her other arm slipped under your arm, her hand coming up to latch softly around your throat, her thumb pushing your chin upwards and to the side so she could kiss your neck more freely. “Let’s go.”

“Well,” you began, feeling your body grow warm against her body that felt a thousand degrees hotter than normal. “I wanna finish the episode.”

Groaning, Wanda dug her hand into your side and bit your neck again, harder this time. You didn’t have time to whimper before she dove her hand up your shirt, reaching around and under to grab roughly at your breasts. “Please,” she whispered against your ear before kissing it. “I want you.”

Breathing shakily, you felt her grope at your breasts and pinch your nipples which had already hardened for her. Her touch was eager and impatient, and within a few moments she slipped her hand back down the expanse of your tummy and pushed it down your pants, roughly parting your thighs so she could grope at your core.

“Wanda,” you breathed, overwhelmed with the suddenness of her actions. She was usually slow to startle, always taking ample time to wind you up before she ever did something so direct. You started to realize that the pills were working.

“I want your pussy,” she whispered in a half-grunt and half-whimper, licking a hot line up your neck with her tongue as her hand massaged your clit from over your panties. You tried your hardest to just stare at the TV, to deny her the way she denied you, but it was difficult with her hand rubbing you between your legs, with her body pressed flush against yours, with her mouth trying to leave no inch of your neck unstained by her lips.

“Wanda, just wait,” you said as firmly as you could, though you felt yourself throbbing from her touch and growing wetter by the second. You tried to pull her hand out of your pants, but the muscles in her arm felt like iron and wouldn’t budge. She’d never felt that strong and unyielding before. You started to squirm to get away, but realized she’d effectively trapped you with one arm crossing over your body to reach between your legs, and the other arm wrapped under you and holding you by the throat.

“Detka,” she whispered, starting to shamelessly hump your ass that was pressed to her crotch. With the hand on your throat, she jerked your face to turn towards her, diving forwards to catch your lips with hers in a deep, hot kiss. She moaned against your lips as she dove her tongue into your mouth and fiercely explored it, her hand between your legs rubbing your clit harder. It was all too much, the way she was moaning, touching you, and humping you with utter, desperate need that had sprung out of nowhere. Her body felt like it was made of burning coal, making you grow uncomfortably hot trapped against it. You could even feel her nipples bursting through her braless shirt and rubbing against your upper back.

Losing oxygen, you twisted your face away from her kiss and sharply inhaled, but she only kept her lips at the corner of your mouth, kissing sloppily. “Wanda, please, slow down.”

Suddenly, her hand between your legs stilled, her hips stopped gyrating against you, and her mouth froze against your face. She pulled her face away, jerking yours back to face her with her hand on your throat.

You stared up at her; her wide, frenzied pupils; her puffy, reddened lips that were parted from the heavy breaths she breathed through them; her face that was flushed a deep shade of pink. Her darkened eyes started searching all over your face, and you tried to turn your head away from her stare, but her hand kept your jaw locked forward. Nervousness sprung in the pit of your belly, and as hard as you tried, you couldn’t reel in your thoughts.

“What have you done?” Wanda panted in a serious tone, and you noticed a gleam of sweat at the top of her forehead. She looked like she had just got done running a mile. You’d never seen her so worked up before.

“Nothing,” you tried to say as coolly innocent as possible, but your voice came out in a shriveled squeak.

Her eyes squinted a little as they ran all over your face, before finally they focused on your eyes, staring right into yours. Fear filled you as the familiar feeling of your thoughts being read seeped into the confines of your mind, that subtle glow of red that hovered around your vision, evidence of her touch. You watched the number 11 between her eyebrows slowly fade, her face changing in realization—and then it deepened into a darker shade of red.

“Wanda—” you began, wanting to explain yourself and tell her it was just a joke, just the same prank she had done to you. But she wasn’t having it.

She climbed out of the spot where she had nestled between you and the cushions, hauling a leg over you and then the other so she was standing on the floor, leaving you devoid and cold of her touch. When she stepped away, you felt all the heat fade away from your body, and when she reached down to grab you, you felt it again, like it was just radiating off her body. She grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you up to your feet. You stumbled against her and tried to jerk your wrists out of her hands as she started leading you away.

“Hey, hey, Wanda, wait,” you said, digging your heels into the carpet to try and slow her down. With a locked jaw and hard eyes, she let go of your wrists but instead bent over and wrapped her arms around your torso, hoisting you off the floor. Your balance lost you, but then you realized Wanda had thrown you over her shoulder and was now carrying you up the stairs.

“Wanda, calm down,” you pleaded as you stared at the back of her legs, your hair falling down around your face from the upheaval of gravity.

From what you could see of the floor, Wanda was leading you into the bedroom, kicking the door shut with her foot before walking to the bed and heaving you down on it. The mattress sprung under your weight and popped you back upwards, but Wanda was already on top of you, forcing you back down onto the mattress.

“Do you think you can just get away with something like that?” she growled, her voice quivering with something that was not fear. She pulled your body up on the bed so your head was on the pillows. “Think you can drug me and manipulate me?”

Your face heated as she finally spoke your trespass out loud. “You did it to me first…” you weakly argued, but she was already pulling your shirt over your head and stripping your pants off your body, along with your undergarments. You tried to ignore the heat that flooded you when you heard the fabric of your panties rip as Wanda pulled them off.

“Don’t fucking talk back to me,” Wanda spat, placing a hand on your bare chest to keep you pressed into the bed as she got up and reached into the nightstand. Your stomach sunk when she took out a pair of velvet handcuffs and roughly cuffed your wrists to the headboard, rendering you trapped on the bed. Next she took a vibrator and a silk rope, moving so fast you couldn’t prepare yourself enough for when she clicked the vibe on and placed it right onto your clit, tying the rope around your thighs until they were tied shut, trapping the vibe that was already making your insides tingle.

“Wanda,” you groaned, trying to break your thighs loose, but the rope kept them tied completely shut. You even tried to yank your wrists out of the cuffs, but it was no use. Even in her haze of desire, Wanda had trapped you efficiently.

“This is what you wanted, huh?” Wanda asked as she started quickly undressing herself, her pants falling from her ankles as she climbed back onto the bed. She hoisted herself over your face, and you saw her bare pussy, the way it was already glistening with wetness and puffy from lust. “When you put the pills in my wine, did you expect to get face-fucked, slut?” Her voice was edged and sharp as she grabbed a fistful of your hair and hovered over your mouth. “Open,” she snapped.

Trembling, you slowly opened your mouth and she lowered herself onto it, the taste and smell of her arousal filling your tongue and nostrils as she started grinding on your tongue. Eyes staring up at her, you watched her instantly moan from an open mouth, throwing her head back as her hardened nipples perked from her breasts.

The vibrator between your legs was driving you crazy, the constant friction on your clit to which you couldn’t relieve because your thighs were tied shut. You could already feel wetness pooling there, dripping down your skin and onto the bed.

“Fuck,” Wanda moaned, holding tighter onto your hair as she gyrated her hips over your open mouth, her liquids smearing over your chin and dripping to the back of your throat. You could even feel her clit throbbing on your tongue, hot and swollen.

You started to feel almost bad, seeing how worked up and needy she was, but she was rectifying you with how harshly she began to ride your face, jerking herself against your tongue and placing a hand on the wall to steady herself. The handcuffs on your wrists jingled with the force that she fucked your face, her red hair growing wily and wavy from the humidity incited by her ravenous desire.

Wanda’s teeth showed as she squeezed her eyes shut, her breasts bouncing as she moaned loudly. You echoed her moan against her pussy, your hips involuntarily bucking against the vibrator. Pressure was coiling in your stomach, from the way you were trapped under her, from the taste of her, from the merciless pleasure being forced on your clit. Before you could stop it, an orgasm washed over you, and the moans and whimpers that escaped your throat and landed on Wanda’s core pushed her to an orgasm directly after you, fucking herself on your mouth so hard that you could feel your lower lip smash against your teeth and start to sting.

You were losing breath, heart racing, the vibrator still trapped to you even after you had cum, the sensitive feeling driving you mad as you violently bucked your legs to try and free yourself. Wanda took her time in riding her climax out before she finally moved off you, looking down at you and grinning at the sight. “Mommy made a mess of you,” she whispered, her eyes, still crazed, looking at the shimmer of her cum all over the lower portion of your face, your lip which had burst and now drew bubbles of blood from under the surface, your face contorted in both pleasure and pain, legs kicking desperately to get the vibrator off you.

“Mommy, t-take it off, please,” you begged, feeling more pressure quickly chase you.

Wanda only sneered and lowered, taking you by the face and pressing her mouth to yours, tasting her own cum and the blood of your lip as she kissed you deeply and hungrily. The cruel sensations coupled with Wanda’s eager kiss pushed you over the edge again, your back arching off the bed as your second orgasm crashed upon you. Wanda suffocated you with her kiss, and she smiled when you moaned open-mouthed against her lips.

Tears were pooling in your eyes when the vibrations did not stop, already starting to reel you back up when your second orgasm faded halfway away. “Mommy!” you shrieked, jerking your head away from her.

Finally, Wanda reached down and untied the ropes, taking the vibrator away from you and turning it off. A groan of relief passed through you, your legs instantly parting wide to keep away any sort of friction possible.

“Oh, would you look at that,” Wanda said, and you noticed that she had reached into the nightstand again and was pulling something up her hips. “Already opening your legs for me. Such a good whore.”

Turning your head, you saw that she’d pulled a strap-on to her hips, a large red dildo staring right at you from between her fist that clutched its length. You looked up at her pleadingly. “No, Mommy, that’s enough.”

Wanda stroked her cock as she neared you, and you could tell by the look in her eyes, which somehow was made even more feral after cumming, that she was not anywhere near done with you.

“This isn’t what you wanted, mutt? To be fucked mindless and dwindled down into my pathetic personal sex doll?” Her words were so dirty that you couldn’t even look at her. “Stop talking dumb like that and get my cock ready for you.”

Grabbing you by the hair, she turned your face towards her and teased the tip of her strap against your closed lips. “Open,” she warned, her voice swinging deep and low as she pushed the tip against your lips. You parted them, allowing her to slide herself inside. You weren’t sure if your vision was just hazy or if you were already dumbed down, but you hadn’t noticed how large the strap was until it was nestled down your throat, urging you to quietly gag. You could barely fit your mouth around it, struggling to swirl your tongue all the way around its girth. Wanda, standing by the bed and holding your hair, took liberty in thrusting her hips a little bit to lodge it further down your throat, grinning when you gagged audibly.

“Good girl,” Wanda cooed once she was satisfied with how wet you’d made her strap, pulling it out and climbing over you on the bed, settling herself between your open legs. You didn’t even make an effort to close them, knowing that you were far past denying her now.

Curling her arms under your knees, she bent them and pushed your thighs to your stomach. You started to whine when she teased her strap against your entrance, and she shot a dark glare your way.

“What are you whining about, slut? All you have to do is lie there and take my cock like a good girl. Is that so fucking hard?” Her hunger was turning into anger, and that turned into her forcing herself into you all at once, squeezing her way through your walls that were far too tight for her cock. Crying out in pain, you threw your head back and tried to kick at her, but she held your thighs still and bottomed out inside you, the tip of her cock pressing deep in your lower tummy.

“M-Mommy,” you cried, tears flooding down your cheeks. There was pain from her size and pain from the overstimulation of having already orgasmed twice, but there was also the sickly pleasure you took in seeing her so needy and crazed, so forceful and demanding with you.

“Don’t cry. It will just make me fuck you harder.” She pulled nearly all the way out of you before snapping her hips again, and she fucked you with a harsh pace, the headboard slamming against the wall each time she slammed into you. She pulled your legs up over her shoulders, placing her hands on your tits for leverage as she stuffed herself inside of you over and over again, the friction it stirred against her own clit driving her to grunt and screw her eyes shut.

“Mommy, slower,” you begged, trying to reach out and touch her, but you were reminded that your hands were cuffed.

“Shut up,” Wanda snapped, slapping a hand over your mouth to silence you. “If you’d stop fucking talking, I’d tell you you’re doing so good for Mommy.” She looked down between your legs, her mouth falling open at the sight of your hole stretched tight around her strap that repeatedly disappeared inside you. The sound of skin slapping and wet squelching filled the air, and you grew dizzy as pressure soared inside you again. “Taking all of me like…” Wanda trailed, her eyes closing again as she grabbed your breast forcefully with one hand, her other bruising your punctured lip as it silenced you. “Fuck… Oh, fuck…”

You realized Wanda was just as wound up as you were when her thrusts grew sloppy from her impending orgasm, and the sight of her cumming as she was eight inches deep inside you propelled you into another climax that left you screaming under her hand and arching high off the bed. Wanda leaned down and buried her face into your neck, biting at your skin and grunting loudly into your ear as she trembled with her orgasm.

Your senses left you a little. You could feel her weight crushing you, hoping she was satiated. Through swirling vision and echoed hearing, you sensed her pull out of you and uncuff the handcuffs on your wrists. When her hands came to you again and started moving you onto your stomach, you were too blinded and dazed to understand what was happening until Wanda’s body weight pressed against your back, and you felt the sobering pain of her entering your stretched pussy again, starting to fuck you from behind.

Shrieking, you buried your face into the mattress and clawed at the sheets. You were so sensitive that every thrust and movement made you want to crawl out of your skin, but Wanda was grunting and moaning behind you as if she hadn’t already cum twice.

“Fuck, I love being this deep inside you,” Wanda said against the back of your neck as she grazed her nose across your skin, coming to bite into the back of your shoulder as she sloppily thrusted into you. Both of your juices had combined into a sticky puddle on the sheets below, dripping onto each other’s skin and mixing into a mess of wet at the point where you were connected.

When you’d put the pill in Wanda’s drink, you’d expected her to be needy, of course. You did not expect for it to all come back on you, for her to both punish you for your actions and also quell the desire you’d forced into her in the same swift blow.

When you’d both cum again, your legs were shaking beyond control, and Wanda finally fell limp against your back, crushing you into the mattress. She panted heavily, still lodged inside you, running her hands up the smooth skin of your waist as she gently kissed the deep red bite mark she’d left on your shoulder.

Her breathing started to slow, her hands comforting you with their gentle touch, her lips kissing your skin so soft it felt like feathers.

“Has your pussy had enough, detka?” Wanda whispered, reaching down to the kiss the side of your face that wasn’t pressed against the sheets, wiping away some of the still fresh tears from your cheek.

You nodded desperately, wincing when you wiggled too hard and felt her still inside you. Hissing, you felt her slowly pull out of you, sighing in relief.

“Well, then,” she whispered, right when you thought that the punishments were over and the lust had been fucked out of her system. “I’ll just have to take your ass.”

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thecupidwitch · 2 months

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 2 years

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Under the Covers - Bucky Barnes

Requested by anonymous.

Prompt: making blankets together, from the fall writing prompts. A/N: For some reason when I got this request I couldn’t stop thinking about this tweet from a few years back. I edited it to fit the time line, but yeah, this took a turn. I hope you enjoy! Please send in more fall requests!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1,291 Synopsis: After sending Bucky an inappropriate tweet, the reader and Bucky make blankets to cuddle under.

Warnings: mentions of sex

“What are you smiling at?” Sam asked, dropping into the seat next to you.

“You know how we’ve been working on ingratiating Bucky into modern culture? Making him watch popular movies, try out stupid internet challenges, stuff like that?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve been sending him tweets that I think are funny, and he almost never understands them,” you said, laughing to yourself. “And I just found a good one.”

“Show me.”

“I don’t know if I should,” you said, turning your screen off.

“Why not?”

“It’s inappropriate.”

“Even better,” Sam said, reaching for your phone. You took it from his hands and let out a sigh.

“Okay, I’ll show you, but don’t judge me too much, alright?”

“Deal.”

“Jesus,” Sam said, handing the phone back to you with wide eyes.

“It’s totally gonna freak him out,” you said, smiling again. You sent the tweet to Bucky, eager to hear his response.

“You two have a very strange relationship.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“It’s not that,” he said with a smile, “But I am going to get out of here before he sees that and comes to find you.”

“Good idea.”

“Good luck.”

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“I don’t understand,” Bucky said, sighing at you in the fleece fabric aisle of the craft store.

“What’s not to understand? You pick out two fabrics and we make a blanket out of it.” You picked up a pattern with skulls but put it back down.

“You sent me a tweet about,” he looked around the aisle, his voice dropping low, “Sucking dick.”

“I did. Did that make you think something was going to happen?” you asked, looking back at him with a smirk. Bucky rolled his eyes at you and looked at the multitude of fabrics in front of him.

You came up next to him, resting your chin on his shoulder, waiting until he looked at you. He gave you a tired smile.

“Sometimes I feel like you try to confuse me.”

“It’s not my intent,” you said, giving him a soft smile. “How am I supposed to suck your dick under the covers if we don’t have any blankets to get under?” Bucky took in a breath and shook his head. He kissed your forehead.

“Alright, let’s pick out fabrics.”

“Yay! I’m thinking we do a fall theme?”

“Maybe,” Bucky said, seriously considering the fabrics in front of him. “But I do really like this purple unicorn one.” He pulled out the fabric and you snorted. The fabric in question was covered in a blue and purple galaxy design, with sparkly unicorns and shooting stars all over it. “Cute, right?”

“So cute,” you agreed. “Put it in the cart.”

For the next twenty minutes, the two of you went up and down the aisle, throwing different rolls of fabric in and out of the cart. In the end, you decided on a witchy cat pattern, a leafy one, a colorful pumpkin one, and the purple unicorn one.

By the time you got home, you were both exhausted, but determined to make these blankets. You were sure that Bucky was excited about what might come after the blankets were made, but he was still excited to make the blankets.

You sat on the floor of your small apartment with him, pushing your furniture out of the way so that you could both lay the fabric out flat. You explained the process to Bucky and noticed a frown on his face.

“What?” you asked.

“I don’t think I’ve ever made anything.”

“What?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever made anything by hand, just for myself.”

“You made us dinner the other night.”

“That was because we needed to eat,” he said, looking down at his fabric. You frowned at him.

“Well, you better make a damn good blanket then,” you said. He looked up at you with a gentle look on his face. There was something unreadable there, something you hadn’t seen on his face in some time. “And if you don’t, well, we can still get under the fabric together.”

You stood up and Bucky gave you a confused look. “Where are you going?”

“We need proper music,” you said. You selected your Halloween playlist and Monster Mash started to play. You danced back to your sections of fabric and Bucky laughed at you.

For the next half hour, you danced and sang along to the Halloween playlist, offering Bucky tips as the two of you cut sections of your blankets and made a hundred little ties. You finished up first and moved over to sit by Bucky. You watched as he finished up the last of his ties, watched every movement of his hands almost hypnotically.

“You’re staring at me.”

“You are making impressive work,” you said with a shrug, “I like seeing you make those ties.”

Bucky just smiled at you and leaned in to kiss you. You closed your eyes as your lips met his, and in a instant, Bucky had the blanket over the two of you. In the dark of the blanket, Bucky’s hands were on you, exploring your skin as he kissed you passionately.

You wrapped your arms around him and drew him in close, needing his body weight on top of you. His lips trailed down your neck, and just as you were about to moan his name, you heard the door slam shut.

You both sat up, the blanket still over top of your heads. Bucky threw it off and you saw Sam standing in the doorway, a look of disgust on his face.

“This is a common space. You couldn’t wait to jump each other’s bones until you were in your room?” he asked. You laughed, hiding behind Bucky’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Sam,” he said,

With your mood officially killed, you stood up and followed Sam into the kitchen. When he barged in, you didn’t immediately see that he also brought Chinese food with him. While eating, you showed off your blankets to him and he seemed less than impressed.

Once you all were done eating, Sam left, not wanting to hang out for another moment with the two of you.

“I’m exhausted,” you said when you shut the door behind Sam.

“Let’s go to sleep,” Bucky said, grabbing your newly made blankets off the back of the couch. In your bedroom, you flopped down on the bed and Bucky laid down next to you. He threw both of your fleece blankets around you, his under yours.

“Yours is so much better than mine,” you said. Bucky laughed in disbelief. “It is. You should take up sewing or crocheting next.”

“I’ll think about it,” he said, pulling you into his arms.

“I could watch you use those needles all day long. Oh, that reminds me. I promised you--”

“It’s late, Y/N,” he said, kissing your forehead. “You look exhausted.”

“But I promised.”

“I don’t care. I’m exhausted, too. I just want to lay here in these beautiful blankets, well, my beautiful one and your mediocre one--”

“Shut up,” you said, shoving his shoulder playfully.

“I just want to lay with you in these blankets and get some sleep. It’s been a long day,” he said. You sighed in his arms and closed your eyes.

“Fine, but first thing in the morning, we’re going under the covers.”

“If you insist, I guess I won’t stop you,” he said, smiling against your forehead. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x you #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier fanfic #winter soldier fanfiction #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction

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breelandwalker · 10 months

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Apologies if you've already answered this...

I know you do a lot of extensive warding for your home. What differences have you noticed between a warded and an unwarded living space? I imagine you get fewer negative vibes and shadows and maybe a bit better luck, like a household appliance lasts longer than you'd expect it to. Or is it something else entirely?

Thanks for your time, Bree :)

This is an excellent question and one that doesn't get asked enough, I think. There's always the ubiquitous Ward Your Space advice, but I see very few conversations about the difference in feeling and experience in an unwarded home. (Because after all, there are tons of non-witchy homes out there that don't have wards.)

Personal experiences ahead.

For me personally, it's like the difference between a window that's open to the outside and one that has a screen in it. It's very possible that nothing bad or unwanted will come through the window, but even if you don't have like a raccoon or a wholeass person trying to sneak into your house, you might still get bugs and you're still somewhat open to the elements. So the ward acts like a filter. It won't keep out absolutely everything, but it helps.

The other comparison I can make is an unlocked door. You know, that anxious feeling you get when you're away from home or you hear a weird noise and suddenly all you can think of is did I remember to lock the door? When my wards are threadbare or being actively tested from the outside, that's the feeling I get. Like I left the door unlocked overnight or left a window open when it's about to pour down rain.

So it's mostly a feeling of security.

But in my case, there are also layers in place to take care of other problems. Disruptive energy, unwanted visitors, bad luck, illness, intruding spirits, and baneful or unhelpful magic, among other things. So, compared to other places I've lived or visited, there is a somewhat lower frequency of avoidable accidents, general misfortune, and garden-variety Weird Shit. It's a process I've refined over many years and several homes to try and account for as many controllable variables as I can.

We still have problems, we still get sick, things still break, there's still trouble and disagreements and frustration like there is in every home. Because we're still human and Life Still Happens. But things also seem to take care of themselves in a way. We take care of our home and it takes care of us.

And if you're wondering whether it's jarring when I travel and stay in hotels or other people's homes that don't have the same protections in place - IT IS. But it's really no more troublesome than sleeping in a strange bed.

#kodiswindow #witch community #witchcraft #witchblr #protection magic #warding #Bree answers your inquiries

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emeraldbabygirl · 6 months

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It’s been awhile since I’ve done this so lock screen and home screen

Btw the lock screen I colored on an app I didn’t draw it but I def thought it was wallpaper worthy cause is cute! And let’s do song I’ve been listening to a lot recently, let’s go with Poison by Pink Fantasy. Tagging @excindrela @moonchildrenandflowercrowns @moonlight--cafe @atinystaypixie @chrismequick @elenilote @halalhyungwon @thistaleisabloodyone @the-moon-baby @yuta-the-mountain-man @yovibeispretty @seoulmates98 @boxyg28 @wh0sthe5pecial0ne @wheezing-pterodactyl @despairvb @adaamazing @cherryeoo @witchy-weve-monbebe @dreamlesswonder86 @aesttheticgirlyy @ithinkilikeit-reactions and anyone else who wants to do this you can but you don’t have to. I just missed doing the wallpaper reveals and tingz ✨

#tag games #fall #fall aesthetic #autumn #halloween

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cressida-jayoungr · 6 months

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Coeli's Picks: Black, part 2 (Halloween Edition)

(Multiple movies listed left to right)

One Dress a Day Challenge

October: Black Redux

Kiss of the Spider Woman (1985) / Sônia Braga as Leni Lamaison/Marta/Spider Woman

Crimson Peak (2015) / Jessica Chastain as Lady Lucille Sharpe

"I expect others have already jumped on this one, but it's too good not to mention."

Diamonds Are Forever (1971) / Jill St. John as Tiffany Case

Penny Dreadful / Eva Green as Vanessa Ives

"She has several gorgeous black dresses but I'm not sure of episode #s."

Penny Dreadful: City of Angels / Natalie Dormer as Magda (and below)

"I haven't watched Penny Dreadful: City of Angels, but Natalie Dormer as Magda has some great black dresses."

Riverdale (s2e15, "There Will Be Blood") / Madelaine Petsch as Cheryl Blossom

"Cheryl is the character I've referred to as fully aware that she's living in a gothic novel, and embracing it to the hilt. This is her outfit for the reading of her father's will. Such a ludicrous show. I love it so much."

Suspiria (1977) / Joan Bennett as Madame Blanc

"I doubt you'll want to watch Suspiria, the incoherent, bloody, but celebrated Italian horror film, but Joan Bennet as Madame Blanc (head of a dance academy that is also a coven of witches) has a terrific witchy black dress." (Yep, I am a self-admitted total wimp about horror.)

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (2016) / Eva Green as Miss Peregrine

"I'm not actually certain this one is black - might be a very dark blue? Depends on lighting?" (Note: the costume looks black on my screen. Her hair, on the other hand, does seem to have a touch of blue.)

Snow White and the Huntsman (2012) / Charlize Theron as Queen Ravenna

Moulin Rouge (2001) / Nicole Kidman as Satine

"The 'Gothic Tower' dress."

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drconstellation · 2 months

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Wickedly Witchy Food Bribes

Warning: This post is full of F-words...like food, fizzy, and - well, that's why there is a cut.

Anathema might be a modern day witch, but she still follows some old traditions. Like trying to feed children when they came by her house out of the woods.

There are traditional stories, like Hansel and Gretel, where young children are left to wander in the woods alone and a witch finds them and lures them in to her house with sweet food to eat. They are captured and fed to be "fattened up" before being cooked and eaten. Eating the children was supposed to give the witches eternal youth, and the children were wandering in the woods in the first place because the poor often had too many mouths to feed and it was one way to reduce the number of souls under their roof. Cruel, but reality.

In S1 there are three main scenes where the youthful Anathema offers the members of the Them food when they come to Jasmine Cottage.

Making Lemonade from Lemons

In Ep.3 Adam comes upon Anathema smashing plant pots in the garden of Jasmine Cottage as she takes out her frustration about losing The Book. She invites him side and offers him lemonade, while they discuss all the things are supposedly wrong with the world, and then she gives him the New Aquarian magazines to take away and read.

He devours them, and their ideas, and that night, as he sleeps, fizzy sherbet lemon sweets by his side, he transforms a nuclear reactor into...something else.

Chocolate

At the beginning of Ep.4, the whole gang of the Them arrive at the cottage when Adam returns the magazines. Anathema greets them at the door and offers then "candy," a distinctly American term for an American witch, and the candy she offers is - chocolate. This also originates from the Americas, so this is an all-American food bribe in this instance.

Sandwiches

A short while later, still in Ep. 4, after the Them have helped a battered Newt get to Jasmine Cottage so Anathema can assist following the car crash, the witch offers the children sandwiches. You hear this offer off-screen, so to speak, as the camera is focusing in on Adam as he gazes at the picture of the devil on the kitchen wall.

Sandwiches, people. SANDWICHES.

j. f. c. Anathema

SHE OFFERED THEM LUNCH!

mn'kay I'll calm down for those that aren't making the meta-connection here...

The TL:DR version is sandwich -> lunch -> er, love? (see the end for further reading)

The key here is what Wensley says to Anathema on turning down the offer:

I have a very nutritious lunch waiting for me at home. My mother asked me to come home with an appetite."

Awww.

Not only is Wensley the one who defeats Famine in the end, this line also tells us he has a family who loves and cares for him very much, and they have plenty of food to feed him with. No one is trying to dispose of their unwanted offspring in this rural village.

So there you go . Food doesn't have to all be about f- *ahem* It can be for more familiar things as well.

For further reading about the connection between lunch, bread, and Mrs Sandwich:

#good omens #good omens meta #anathema #anathema device #the them #lemonade #sandwiches #lunch #food meta

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thefinalvoid · 7 months

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info dump on a topic of your choice <3

so you have chosen death

spoilers for madoka magica rebellion (and madoka magica in general) below the cut

It's so fascinating how rebellion toys with the viewers prespective in rebellion. it starts out seeming like a reboot of the series, with Madoka as the center focus of the story and the others as side characters. The viewer is clued into the idea that something is very different for two reasons: bebe (aka charlotte, the witch that killed mami originally) and the defeat of the nightmare. they don't kill it, they just give it some food? weird flex but ok. With homura's introduction however we get more weirdness. the teachers is going on and on about the end of the world. Now, it's pretty easy to chalk it up to this teacher just Being Weird, but it's weird even for her. Normally she's talking incessantly about her love life, and now it's the end of the world? odd. Then with homura herself, a lot happens for many reasons. First of all, the discussion she has with madoka when they're on the field. For so long they've wanted to just chill and hang out, but when the world always ends in a month it's very difficult to do that. Of course, neither of them actively remember the timelines Homura created, but the viewer does. The viewer knows and remembers what happened. This is the first solid piece of info that rebellion is not a reboot.

Now, what set me off personally came not long after. When fighting hitomi's nightmare again, you can see witch symbol's flash on the screen during homura's transformation. this made me absolutely loose my shit when i first watched rebellion because that's. that's a witch is near?? Bitch What The Fuck? (also of note, one of the witchy symbols roughly translates to "they glorify death" which i believe refers to how magical girls in this timeline see dying as an honourable act, as it is when they unite with the law of cycles. Homura knows however that Madoka is the law of cycles, and doesnt like that shes a god and not with homura. also another one translates roughly to "the master is bored" which either refers to homura herself being the master of the labyrinth they're in and how she's going to notice things are off, or that the incubators are bored and they're going to fuck with Madoka's Godhood bcz the current system just isnt efficient enough! assholes.)

anyway. then we get the melty face stuff :) this shit looked creepy af and i loved it. Homura is loosing grip on the reality she's created. the individuals not invited into this world cannot retain their images as they literally have no lives. Homura doesnt know how they's react past the one month loop, so of course after THREE months they're going to get a little sloppy :P this is also when homura confronts kyoko (and we see the clara dolls! they start showing up as soon as the melty faces arrive but i only really noticed them here), as kyoko never went to the same school as homura and co, so her inclusion as such a primary player is odd compared to homura's hidden memories. The journey to Kyoko's home city is fucking wild i love it so much. like they are on fucking glass floor?? kyoko's home city is just picture frames?? and no one fucking mentions that?? and it's so obvious why it's because they look like hazy memories, something you can't replicate in video, but it's so obvious that what is happening is like when a dream goes "yeah then some shit happened you walked on the ceiling etc etc this is not important byee" except this IS important!! but they can't go to kyoko's home city because homura! never! went! there! it cant exist in your dream if you never went there! but homura isnt ready to accept that she's a witch so shes like "ill find this witch!!!"

then homura goes to mami's to chill with madoka and mami and bebe except PSYCH she's analyising bebe and mami's relationship, because of course bebe is homura's first suspect, last time she saw bebe, bebe fucking eated mami what the fuck is this shit! when mami's answers arent satisfying enough and homura goes apeshit on bebe, the screens by them show bebe's face and some witchy symbols i havent translated. which makes you think yeah bebe is the witch! but of course homura's dream would incriminate whoever homura suspects, because that's how dreams work?! of course mami finds homura bcz mami and bebe are besties nowwwww!! and mami uses a ribbon to tie herself to homura so that homura cant freeze mami and get the upper hand, except the ribbon dissapears?? which may be an animation error but i dont think it is. see this is all homura's dream, and the logistics of the ribbon in the fight would just get in the way so homura's brain just goes "yeah yeah the ribbon is there dont worry about it it's invisible" until the end of the fight when homura breaks the ribbon. then the ribbon is important to homura's brain! lol anyway then homura shoots mami and mami turns out to be a ribbon clone! which is like kinda weird bcz mami's never shown this skill before, but i think it's bcz homura doesnt actually want to hurt mami, so her brain teleported mami away and replaced her with a ribbon clone. that's what i believe.

then we get. the sayaka confrontation. which i fucking love. bcz sayaka knows whats up and shes trying to get homura to not hate herself. "why kill this witch? she seems to not want death and destuction. she just wants to be with her friends. thats not a crime." but homura just sees it as a neon sign saying "sayaka is the witch" which is emphasized by sayaka's witch form being her reflection in the water. so homura fucking. books it. runs away and gets on a boat and we get the curtain call. Homura will know the truth soon, and so this dream will come to an end soon. We hope you enjoyed the show!

but it's not quite over yet. Homura gets to have a talk with madoka first. and here we learn that madoka, didnt really want to make her wish. she did it because she had no other choice. Madoka also tries to braid Homura's hair, to return her to the Innocent Homura. the Homura Still Full Of Hope And Happiness. at this point i think homura would have been happy to just die and become one with the law of cycles. shes still a witch tho and doesnt Know know it yet tho so first we have to have her go on a bus ride, leaving her soul gem behind. the clocks on the bus tick, as they count down to when homura should pass out from being too far away form her soul gem. she doesnt pass out though. And all goes to shit. the blimps crash, the city is set ablaze in every way, the bus lights on fire, the strangers now are just dolls with identical bodies. the bus does not pull into the stop, it crashes face first, homura stands unfazed however. this her dream. the destruction within it is her just as much her as everything in the dream so far has been.

And homura wakes up. she is able to speak to the incubators again, and they explain that they are studying her soul gem so that they can pin point what exactly the law of cycles is so that they can manipulate the law of cycles to make it more efficient :3 isnt that just great? anyway now homura you have served your purpose to so you may leave this place and rejoin madoka :3

except they forgor that rule #1 of interacting with homura is dont fuck with madoka and that is exactly what the incubators plan on doing so she tries to kill all the incubators, and in doing so she becomes Full Witch so the other magical girls start fighting her so that they can get madoka close enough to homura to use their combined strength to destroy the containment field and reunite homura with All of Madoka. (also here we get the gay-ass line from sayaka to kyoko "my one regret was leaving you" thats so lesbian anyway) they do succeed in this to be fair, but uhh homura pulls a fucking 180 and goes nah im not going to madoka. madoka is going to ME. which is obv like if homura remakes the world again then she can become and god and make sure that NO ONE FUCKS WITH MADOKA. LEAVE MADOKA ALONE OR BE NICE TO HER.

so now homura is a demon and. god its so perfect. Madoka acsended to godhood with her magical wish. she is there for the good of everyone and is a passive force. homura ascended to godhood with her witch's curse. she is there for the good of madoka and madoka alone and she is an active force. she actively stops madoka from remembering her godhood. she actively tells sayaka to fuck off. As the walpurgisnacht rising trailer says, "this world is for madoka and madoka alone" or something along those lines. i have a shitty memory lol.

also we have seen no incubators in the new universe so like where are they. we know they're their bcz homura explicitly told them that it doenst matter that they dont want to fuck with human emotions anymore, they are necessary in dealing out the remainder of the witches' curses. Are they all Clara Dolls now? are they homura's phone? Does each witch get her own personal incubator? does madoka get all 100000 incubators because she thinks they're cute? i dont know!!!!!

anyway to think that in ep 1 madoka was like "damn i wish i had secret admirers" dont worry bestie a lesbian WILL rewrite reality for you. also not to be a downer but imagine we get to the end of walpurgisnacht rising and madoka just says "homura... im straight" i'd kill. maybe i wouldnt thatd be pretty fucking funny tbh. she just sides with hitomi "yeah homura girls cant love girls" meanwhile homura is like "my love for you is what gave me the power to become the devil what the fuck are you talking about"

uh yeah :) hope that was. coherent.

#madoka magica #homura akemi #madoka kaname #puella magi madoka magica

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buckybarnesthings · 8 months

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New Chapter 🚨

Familiar Faces

I'm busy tending to my magic such as enchanting and cursing a few objects to add to my collection when my newly set up phone pings. Illuminating my dark room from its little corner. I wonder what that could be as the only person who's messaged me so far is Tony, about tonight's uniform fitting and baseball practice. I slowly advance towards it after finishing my hex, as a slight bump could have grave consequences if I didn't finish it before walking away. Its an unknown number? It's currently about 12:45pm but the message was sent 45 minutes ago and my phone pinged to remind me. The team had an early lunch, more like a brunch really, at 10:45am so everyone could get their daily activities and training done before tonight.

(ignore the time at the top of the screen)

I packed up my alter and witchy stuff, as Bucky used to call it, changing into something simple but cute. I didn't have to wait long before there was a heavy knock on my door. I walked over and opened the door to reveal not only Bucky but also Wanda who had come to return Hades. She sent me a message about taking him out to the open field and forest area before bringing him back, I was thankful that she was eager to help familiarise me and Hades to the compound.

Upon opening the door Hades pushed his way through us to make himself at home on his bed. I watched him fuss about for a second before turning my attention back to Wanda and Bucky, the latter worn a knowing smirk and Bucky wore an unimpressed look.

"Well here he is back in one piece as promised, not sure what Bucky is doing here though." Wanda said. "I also came to pass on a message from Tony, that we have a team dinner tonight with everyone including some you haven't met yet, it's casual attire as we have training right after."

"Thank you for that Wanda and you know I'll be there, I'd love to meet more of the team as long as there's no more Sharon Carter's." I joke, half serious with my last comment.

"No she isn't apart of the team so she's never invited unless it's an event open to the public." She shared, giving me a smirk before motioning at Bucky with her eyes. "Anyway I'm in a rush so I'll leave you be."

"Bye Wands!" I called, down the hallway.

I look straight up at Bucky once she's in the elevator. I decided earlier I was going to make him come to me about what happened at lunch as I want things to be on his terms. He looks down at me with kind eyes and a playful smile.

"So coffee?" I probed.

"That's what the messages said, wasn't it?" He asked.

"Yes and I believe I still have to do something with Hades before we can go." I stated.

"Well if you want we could introduce him and Alpine and they could keep each other company whilst we're gone." He suggested, eyes filled with hope.

"That sounds like a good idea." I agree.

"Well follow me then, Doll." He says, bowing in an old fashioned manner.

"Showing your age there, Sarg?" I joke.

He whipped around to give me an unimpressed look over the comment, but a playful smirk teased his lips as he shook his head. I give the hand motion to Hades commanding him to follow me. He slowly rose and had a stretch before wandering after me. I pull the door closed and flick my fingers to lock the door and place a protection spell around the room, as I don't know who these other Avengers are and what they are like so I won't trust them yet.

"Still doing your protection spells I see." Bucky remarks, rolling his eyes.

"How do you know that's the spell I used?" I question.

"You forget how closely we trained and lived whilst we were in Hydra, I paid more attention than you thought." He spoke.

"It'll take some getting used to being across the hall instead of lying side by side." I murmur, casting my eyes downwards to avoid meeting his gaze.

"Hey look at me, Doll face." He says softly, coming to a stop in front of me and placing his palm on my cheek gently guiding me to meet his eyes. "I'm just down the hall if you ever need me, however you want me I'll be there."

I search his eyes looking for any insincerity but coming up short, all that I can find is love and hope. Those beautiful blue eyes really are and always have been the windows to his soul. I can't help but hope that eventually him and I can find a new relationship in this current world rather than the one we had to hide ourselves from. But I think for him and myself that we should wait as I want to be completely open and honest with him about who I am before we commit to anything. I hated not telling him the truth but I couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't tell Hydra who I was when he was under their control.

"I'm not saying we need to have any strings attached but I always thought about you, about us, after I was freed from Hydra. I missed you, I still love you and I'm yours which I'll always be." He shared, looking me directly in the eyes through every word.

"I love you too Bucky but I think we should do things right this time as you don't known the real me yet. I want to get the chance to get to know this version of you and fall in love with you all over again but lets do it right from the start. So for now we are just old friends getting to know each other again, in hopes of something more." I suggest.

"Of course I'll do it however many times I need to as long as you know I'm not giving up on us, ever." He said, in finality before taking my hand in his metal one and leading me to his bedroom door.

He opens the door to reveal a room not to dissimilar to my own but I'm sure he doesn't use his spare room for the same thing I do. I see a large ball of pure white fur stretched across what I believe is Bucky's bed, Alpine seems to go uninterrupted as we enter the room. But Hades is instantly rushing for the comfort of the bed and seems to miss the ball of fur as he goes to lie right onto of her.

"Halt! Hades sit, wait." I exclaim, my words having the instant desired effect as he pauses right in front of the bed and sits, waiting for my next command.

"Quick thinking." Bucky comments, walking over to Alpine and lifting her into his arms.

"Gotta be quick in situations like this." I respond.

I watch on as Bucky lowers himself to kneel on the floor beside Hades and allows for both animals to sniff the air around them before placing Alpine on the floor. I watch on waiting for Hades or Alpine to have a negative reaction but instead I'm pleasantly shocked when Alpine charges forward and rubs against Hades purring. Hades lays down as a sign of acceptance and Alpine makes herself comfortable lying against his side. Both enjoying the warmth the other brings.

"Well that went better than expected, I guess they take after their owners." Bucky slyly says, a flirty smile on his face as he looks up at me.

"Let's just hope they stay this content whilst we're away." I remark.

———————————TIMESKIP———————————

Bucky took me to this quaint little cafe he said he frequently visits, they do a really good iced coffee. To get here we had to take his motorcycle and it was so much fun, not just the ride itself but being that close to him for 15 minutes had made my day. We had been sitting for about an hour and a half just talking about random things, like how he has a bucket list of things he wants to do to be reintroduced into this new era properly. Steve, Sam and Natasha seemed to be the ones adding to it but he said he's been crossing them off as often as he can.

Eventually we decided to head back to the compound so he could give me a tour and get my fitting done during it. He showed me the upper floors first and went downwards as we went on. In the basement is Tony's lab where some of the team were getting their suits fixed, redesigned or getting a uniform for the baseball game. Tony had sent me a text earlier asking which design I preferred, turns out he disagreed with us girls wearing dresses but Nat convinced him to use something different from the boys. Steve's team, called Team Rogers, would be in blue and silver whereas Tony's team, known as team Stark, would wear red and gold. Both had identical uniforms just in their respective colours and team name, it also had a number and our names on the back.

(Team Starks uniform)

(Team Rogers uniform)

(Girls version of uniform, Natasha will be in Stark colours.)

It was also decided that only those who attended the game could purchase limited edition baseball cards which were made just for this game, on the back it has a basic description of ourselves and our abilities. These cards are sold individually, in a 12pk box or if requested by the slab 8 12pk boxes, but once the stock was sold there's no more. We will also hold an after game opportunity for people to get their cards signed. It isn't yet announced as it's still undecided but there could be a follow up game where the Wakandans would get there own team and play the victors, then the looser will play the loser from the last game if we raise more than $100Million. So essentially it would be a mini tournament of sorts.

When we first walk in I'm dragged away by Nat and Wanda to get my fittings done, it doesn't take long as they only needed the basic measurements once and they'd use them for all my uniforms. I can hear the rest of the team talking in the other room and can make out a few familiar voices and a couple of different ones.

"How was coffee?" Nat asks.

"What coffee?" I defend, as an immediate response to the probing question.

"The one I read Bucky's mind about, when I dropped Hades off." Wanda said.

"Right I should've known you could do that. It was good we caught up and established that we want to do things right this time and not rush into a relationship." I started. "As when we were in Hydra we both felt like we had nothing and no one, so we kinda just cling to each other as a safety net."

"You and Barnes dated?" Wanda presses, turns out she didn't read that far into his brain.

"I can see it, especially after lunch." Nat remarks.

"Ew not an image I needed but also you go Aspyn." Wanda says.

"Well thanks but once again him and I agreed we should try this the right way, he doesn't know my full story. Oh and good luck reading my mind, Wands." I respond.

"Yes I know from your training that you've always got a barrier spell up." She laughs.

We share a few more stories about boys, this really helps me feel at home here. Little did I know part of my past was in the next room talking about one of my many parents. After about 5 minutes Bucky comes in saying that he had his fitting before coming to see me and that he's happy to go back to our floor or introduce me to two other Avengers.

"I probably should socialise with my teammates, so I guess we can do that then go check on Alpine and Hades." I say, making my way towards him where he leans against the door.

He leads me with his hand hovering over my lower back, I can tell he wanted to touch me but held himself back as we didn't really discuss the physical aspect of our situation. Which we probably should considering our interactions at lunch today.

"Aspyn this is Thor and Loki, Avengers from Asgard. Yes Loki did try to take over New York but like me he was under mind control and has turned over a new leaf." Bucky speaks. "Thor, Loki this is Aspyn, our newest Avenger she's known as the Grey Witch and has a similar background to me. Hydra and all that."

Those names make my blood run cold, I instantly regret my choice and want to run as far away as I can. I can only hope they don't recognise me as it's been centuries since we last encountered each other. As both figures turn around I can see a child like elation on Thor's face as he tackles me into a bone crushing hug. Once he releases me I look to Loki who seems confused at the sight of me, like he's trying to piece together if he knows me or not.

"It's wonderful to meet you lady of grey." Thor booms.

"Same here, Thor. You can call me Aspyn." I said.

"Don't mind my oaf of a brother, he holds Asgardian customs in high regard even on midguard. Pleasure, Aspyn." Loki greets, his confused look had now turned into one of recognition and cunningness.

'Hello dear sister.' Loki speaks into my mind, using our childhood conversation techniques.

'Please don't tell anyone about me, I plan to tell them soon. Once I know who to trust.' I reply.

'Of course, I know the danger that lurks with that truth. I'm just so happy to have be reunited with you.' He says, a kind expression hastily crossing his face.

Both of us realise that we had spaced out looking at each other and that everyone was looking at us like we were mad. So he grabs my hand and kisses the back of it. I can feel Bucky stiffen as a scoff leaves his lips, I know from our history that he doesn't do well with jealousy. Once Loki releases my hand Bucky instantly grasps it in his own as he comes to stand beside me. I look at him to see him focused on Loki with a heated gaze, looking back at Loki I see him looking at me with a knowing smirk. I forget he's the God of mischief and he lives for this sort of stuff, at least he did when we were kids I wonder if he's grownup much.

"Well if we're done here I promised Aspyn a full tour of the compound and we haven't finished, we will join you all at dinner in about an hour." Bucky grumbled, eyes never leaving Loki.

Oh just you wait till you find out the truth Bucky, you'll be kicking yourself over this. Before I can speak to anyone Bucky is dragging me into the elevator and repeatedly pressing the button to close the doors. I give everyone a guilty smile as they watch us while the doors close.

"We need to talk." He grunts.

"Ok." I say.

"I want you more than anything, I don't want you hanging around Loki by yourself." He said, turning to look me directly in the eyes.

"You can't control me, believe me I have no interest in him that way and nothing will happen. Like I said earlier I love you." I reply.

"It's not that I don't trust you, it's him I know he likes his mischief and who knows what he wants out of being an Avenger." He mumbles, I can tell he's embarrassed by his behaviour and probably worried he's still the Winter Soldier.

"Look I won't go into detail yet but Loki is apart of my past and he's my brother for all intents and purposes." I explain, knowing this will lead to more questions.

"Wow ok I wasn't expecting you to have a past that links with the Asgardians but I guess that's how much we didn't know each other, I imagine why you didn't tell me. But I'd like to know when you're ready to tell me." He spoke softly, hands holding my face and reassuring me that he's not mad about this.

"Thank you for understanding, I'm happy to tell you when we can find a time we can go get another coffee or get away from everyone." I said, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. "On the other hand there's something we need to discuss before moving further."

"I think I know what you want to talk about." He says.

"I can admit that I still feel drawn to you on every level possible but still want you to know the truth before we label anything. However, I think we can both agree that keeping our hands to ourselves isn't a possibility for long. So if you are comfortable I was thinking that whilst we get reacquainted we could still have a physical relationship." I continue.

"I mean I'm a guy so I don't think I can deny that offer but I can't deny that it won't be just physical and there's still gonna be emotions for me." He admits.

"I never said there wouldn't be any feelings on my end." I share, grinning at him as I know we will both cave and agree to a label even without saying say out loud.

"Good then I can take you to your room and fuck the shit outta you." He quips, dropping his voice a little lower.

"We have pets to tend to and check on." I suggest, knowing I'm fighting a loosing battle as my core was tingling at just his words.

"I'm sure they're fine." He whispers, kissing his way down my neck before we're interrupted by the elevator coming to a stop.

He reaches down and grasps my thighs encouraging me to jump into his arms, I oblige of course. He quickly found my sweet spot below my ear and he continued to kiss and nip there. Leaving red marks in his wake, he's marking his territory. He walks his way down the hall and stops at the first door which happened to be his. He places me gently on the floor giving my ass a teasing slap before unlocking the door and pushing it open, he leans down to capture my lips but comes to a stop inches away. His face contorts into one of shock as he looks behind me into the room. I turn around to see his room in shambles, it looks as though a tornado had hit it.

There's feathers and cushion fluff strewn across the room, his tv was knocked over in the process, there's leaves and dirt everywhere and across the room the glass door had been smashed and glass was left scattered around the floor. We both cautiously step into the room looking for any threats or danger, he continues to check all the attached rooms and wardrobe whilst I make my way towards the bed. I had seen a glimpse of dark fur and a white paw, I carefully bend down watching for any glass. Upon seeing me Hades comes out from underneath the bed and Alpine follows him.

Knowing from past experiences Hades sits in front of me bowing down to allow me to place my hands on his head and see what he saw. Whilst searching through his memories of the last few hours Bucky announces the coast is clear and he picks up Alpine and soothes her stress by patting her. Finding the moment that caused the chaos I find a figure approaching the door and smashing through it with a gun. Then two other people step into the room each of them going through the room seemingly searching for something, Hades had initially fought against them and managed to injury two of the three intruders. They eventually managed to knock Hades unconscious and continue to ransack the room but coming up empty handed and leaving through a portal. I couldn't identify any of them as they had used magic to conceal their identities from the naked eye.

"Bucky three people come in here and seemed to be looking for something." I announced, standing up and approaching him.

"Who could've done that? Tony has high security functioning at all times and the glass is bulletproof so shouldn't have just shattered. Hell not even the hulk can break this stuff." He said, letting Alpine leave his arms so he could hold me on the bed.

"I don't know they must have used magic to keep their faces blurred from anyone's vision, so they could've used magic to trick Tony's tech and break the glass." I think out loud, looking for any way to explain this incident.

"I have to-" He started, before a panting figure came barreling into the room.

Hades was instantly on his feet in position to attack if he needed. But upon looking up we found Sam and Steve appearing seconds later.

"Oh my god, thank god you're both ok." Sam huffed, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Tony just got notified about the break in, but it looks like the video feed is delayed." Steve adds, moving into the room. "We came here when he noticed the figures appear from portals seconds ago, we thought it was happening right now."

"No it happened whilst Bucky and I were getting coffee, about an hour or two ago." I said.

"You both should come downstairs and see if we can't figure out who would do this." Sam suggests.

"Shouldn't we cleanup first?" I asked.

"No Tony will probably have someone out to clean it soon." Bucky says.

"Come on, Bucky you can stay in my room tonight." Steve offers.

"No way I'm not leaving Aspyn on this floor alone whilst we have no explanation for this." Bucky exclaimed.

"He's right Steve neither of them should be alone nor with the intruders still lurking around somewhere." Sam agrees.

With a few more words exchange we make our way back to Tony's lab where the rest of the team had gathered upon hearing the coast was clear. I relay what I had seen in Hades memory and let Tony and Bruce run through the footage whilst the rest of the team tries to rationalise what had happened. I can't help but let my gaze wonder to Bucky as he had been really quiet. Seeing him internalising on the events I reach out and rub his hand, he looks at me and smiles half heartedly.

Whilst we were looking at each other Loki made his way towards us, he was trying to decide whether he should have an actual conversation out loud or talk in my head about what he had to say. He picked through my brain until he found the moment I told Bucky about Loki being my brother, so he decided to just speak out loud with us.

"I think I might know what happened." Loki whispered, after making sure everyone except for us three were occupied.

"What do you know?" Bucky mumbles, instantly interested in what Loki had to say.

"Loki surely not, it's been centuries." I said, after reading Loki's mind.

"I think your past has started catching up with you my darling sister. You should know better than to think it was over." He explained.

"Look I'm a little lost here and I can tell it has something to do with your past but I think I need to know now." Bucky interrupted.

"Look not here but I think the three of us should go back to the room together we can discuss it there, I'll enchant the camera so they can't hear what we are actually talking about." I suggest.

We all excuse ourselves saying we were going to check for anything that may have been left behind. Once reaching the floor I instantly place the enchantment on the camera and replaced the audio with a false conversation.

"Look I'm not going to go right into detail as I'll have to tell the same story to the rest of the team but I figured I should tell you first." I explained.

"We just need to get to the bottom of this and figure out how to fix it." Bucky said, all three of us taking a seat on the bed.

"I was a product of multiple affairs as my mother was created by three goddesses and she slept with multiple gods and goddesses on the night of her wedding. Due to her ethereal nature she was able to take all of their DNA and conceive me. It was revealed upon my birth and death of my mother that there was a prophecy about me that resulted in a war among gods. Frigga offered me refuge after I was taken in by another goddess and Frigga raised me as one of her own I was the eldest. Aside from Hela but that's another story. But eventually I was discovered and Odin turned Thor against me and Frigga and Loki had Heimdal send me here to hide. Which eventually leads me to this day. But there is a coven of cosmic witches who have been seeking for my death as they don't want the prophecy to come to fruition, so they used their powers to convince the Gods that I must be executed." I said.

"That's... A lot." Bucky admits.

"Yes it is but now that we've gone over it we need to discuss the attack." Loki interjected.

"Loki do you really think the Cosmic coven know I'm still alive?" I ask.

"You think you haven't left bread crumbs of your existence?" He rebuttals.

"Hang on, if she's been hiding here since your mother sent her here then only four- now five people would know this." Bucky points out.

"That's doesn't mean anything, as the Cosmic Coven could easily track down something that once belonged to Aspyn and do a location spell. Which would tell them the exact place she is at that exact moment." Loki explains.

"So all in all, either someone has said something and it's gotten back to the coven or Frigga and mama forgot to burn one of my belongings." I deduce.

"Look I think it's best that we keep this idea between us for now as who knows, there is another witch on this team." Loki suggests.

"Are you insinuating that Wanda could be conspiring with the Coven?" I ask, shocked at the mere suggestion.

"It's not my place to decided who gets to know the truth here but the team will offer nothing but support and protection to Aspyn." Bucky interrupted.

"Bucky I was only planning on telling you for the time being but I'd like some more time before telling the rest of the team." I reply.

"Of course you'd think she wasn't capable of such deception but that's what she would want you to think. And one of the witches could've replaced her but there would be signs of that." Loki continued.

"Bucky as much as I want to trust you and the team, I can't take that risk anymore but I do trust you as I know you on a deeper level." I begin. "That's why I think I'm gonna keep everything to myself for now and just proceed with caution. Especially when it's possible that the break in was intended for me. I need to keep myself safe and keep as many innocent people in the dark as possible, because if it comes down to it the Coven will come for anyone who stands between me and them."

"I will support your decision, but from here on out we are roommates and we can tell the team we are dating and wanted to have a shared space again. On that note I would like to take you on a date because your past doesn't change my feelings." Buck declared, making me feeling like it was just the two of us.

"That's great and all but you need to understand that if shit hits the fan I'll be taking Aspyn to Asgard for proper protection." Loki says.

"As long as you understand I'll be going with the both of you." Bucky accepts.

"Next things next. Loki, should we tell Thor?" I ask.

"No absolutely not. He helped dad once and I can guarantee he'd do it again, we need to find something to convince him that Odin isn't as good as he thinks he is." Loki argued.

"What do we do from here?" Bucky inquired.

"I think I'll leave you both alone for this conversation as I've got some books I can go through to help our cause." Loki says.

Loki leaves using his magic to teleport himself to his room without being detected by the team. I motion for Bucky to follow me back to my room, where Hades and Alpine had both been, then guide him to my magic room. I can tell he's hesitant as he would remember how much I didn't want him around when I was practicing. I smile at him in a reassuring manner before opening the door and revealing my alter.

"I know this is odd as I was so against you seeing this side of me whilst we were apart of Hydra but in order to understand this part of my world, you have to experience it to a certain degree." I started. "You can always turn around and walk away at anytime. I just wanted to warn you that this side of me isn't always pleasant and used to scare Loki. He was a weird child that look death in the face and laughed, so that says something."

"I don't care but why are you showing me all this." He asked.

"As I said you need to see all of this to understand what you are signing up for if you want to peruse a relationship or help me fight this." I clarified.

"I'm here for you and I'll be whatever you need me to be, but you need to know that I want you as my girlfriend or something romantic because I love you." He admits.

"I know. I want you like that to but I need you to see this side of me before making any lasting decisions." I said.

He nods in agreement but all I can do is hope he sticks by his persistence after he sees me practicing dark magic. As I know the way I behave and appear when practicing is horrifying, it's part of what lead to this witch hunt. But people fear the unknown and uncontrolled presences, my magic can have astronomical consequences if I'm not careful and I've caused harm before. It's never pretty when my dark magic goes astray. I lose myself to a darker version of myself and what she can do is unmeasurable when she has full grasp. I spend a few minutes explaining this to Bucky and receive nothing but love from him, as well as he relating to me when he lost control to the Winter Soldier.

"Loki will talk to you about The Dark Witch, my darker half, and what happens when I lose control. But you need to understand that when I'm practicing my darker magic I have to give her partial control. If the task is too large she will take hold of me entirely, or if I'm interrupted in a spell." I explain.

"I'll make a point of going to see him tonight. This still changes nothing between us, as it very well could be possible that the Winter Soldier isn't completely gone and you may have to return the favour." He shares.

Before I can respond both our phones ping with messages from Wanda (to me) and Steve (to Bucky), both saying that tonight's training has been canceled because of the incident but we are still having a team dinner. We continue our conversation, in code, as we make our way back to the elevator and to the dinning room. We decided to present as a couple to the team as we would probably look like one with how we act around each other anyway, but we walked in holding hands and sat beside each other sharing innocent touches. We explained our history together and came up with a story about getting back together, everyone took it pretty well even suggesting they assumed we were already back together.

Dinner went by quite smoothly and Tony announced that the uniforms for myself and all the baseball ones would be delivered tomorrow. He also said that training would be rescheduled for next week so we could focus on these assailants and figuring out why they did it. Plus there was a recon mission for Steve, Sam and Nat, which they would leave for tomorrow.

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A/n: definitely a bigger chapter but don't expect this all the time as this was just to start revealing what's to come and who Aspyn really is. Hope you enjoyed, the next chapter may take a week to finish and publish but I will get it to you ASAP.

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Code Blue Ch.5 "2:22"

Summary: Lee and Jo share a sweet texting conversation. He later hangs out with Dr. Bloom and soon after finds himself in another mess. Jo worries when her texts go unanswered. She pays Lee a visit and gets more than one surprise.

*Warning* Angst, language, alcohol/drug use, graphic descriptions, mentions of death, child loss, domestic dispute

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Salem, Massachusetts

February 3, 2023

After you left, Lee went upstairs to crash and sleep the day away after eating pizza he had delivered. Lord knows he needed the rest after what he had just put his body through last night. He found himself tossing and turning into the night hours...with relentless thoughts of you. Thoughts of the loss you had suffered. He still worried that if you knew he was the doctor that tended to your brother, would you still look at him the same because he couldn't save him? He eventually just laid there talking to himself....and eventually to God, whom he believed in whole heartedly, although he had went through the first few years of being angry with him after Jacob's death.

Lee then picked up his phone to find a text message from you. When he had used your phone to call his so he would have your number, he actually texted it instead, knowing you would see the message he sent from your phone. It was a simple "Cherries are my favorite fruit btw."

Your reply conjured the biggest smile upon his face.

"So I gathered from the fact of u saying u liked the taste of my cherry chapstick and then dashed off singing about it. How r u doing? R u alright?"

Lee rubbed his eyes and sat up, staring at his phone in the darkened room, contemplating his reply. It was 11 pm, twelve hours after you had been there and he had only slept merely three of it at the most.

He swung his bare feet across the bed and placed them on the wood floor as he yawned and turned on his bed stand light, then put on his reading glasses.

"I am fine. A bit sore and bruised but ok. I just woke up actually. Gonna get up and continue cleaning this money pit lol. What about u? R u alright? How did things go with your mom?"

You had tried so hard to fall asleep but Lee's cologne was all over you, teasing your nose and other parts of you that ached for him. As you placed your hands on your face to inhale his remnants, you were startled by the sound of your phone chiming. You instantly hoped that it was Lee. Fumbling to look at the screen, his name appeared and awoke your butterflies from their dormant state.

"Hey u. Yes, I am fine and I am so glad to hear from u. My mom is drugged up on sleeping meds right now. We have to go to the funeral home tomorrow which I am dreading. I just woke up too, right before u texted me. Weird lol."

Lee softly chuckled. "Clairvoyant maybe? Ur not a witch are u?🤔"

If you had told him about your dream of him being hurt just eight hours before you found him passed out cold on the floor, he might actually think that you were. Hell, you even wondered sometimes, as this wasn't the first time you've ever had premonition like dreams.

"Well, I do live in Salem in one of the witch houses my father bought. I'll let u ponder on that. 😉"

"Oh dear lord. Well that is just perfect. I love witchy stuff."

"Really? Me 2. I actually write about things like that, fantasies and fairytales etc...it's just a hobby but it keeps me grounded, a coping mechanism per se. I kinda like escaping life for awhile."

"Well no shit? I don't write but I love to read. Your genre is right up my alley. I no what u mean about wanting to escape, even if only for a little while. I guess we now have another thing in common."

"It looks that way. So cool. So....do u believe in wishes?"

"Witches, maybe. Wishes....not so much. Why do u ask?"

"Because it is 11:11 right now."

"Ahhhh. Let's just say I have wished upon it before, but I never was granted my desires."

"Well...hurry. Make a wish right now before it turns and I will too. Maybe if we wish at the same time, it will come true lol."

Lee chuckled, then decided to humor you and closed his eyes. The wish he would have liked to make, he knew would not come true...ever, for it was for Jacob to be alive. He had wished it so many times, he lost track. The wish that invaded his mind in that moment stunned him. He wished for you. He had actually wished for you in the past. Not you literally per se as he never knew you, but someone just like you he longed for. It seemed to him that wish may already have been answered but he wanted to do it again, to maybe seal the deal...He then laughed at himself for being so ridiculous. He knew these things weren't real.

In that same moment, you made the same wish. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad it hurt. If only you both had realized that you wanted the same things, a wish would not even be needed, for destiny would take it's course regardless.

"Soooo...what did u wish for?" Lee asked.

"If I tell u, it won't come true. Ha ha."

"Alright. So if it does come true, u will tell me right?"

"Most definitely. Hey, I'm gonna let u go for now so u can go do ur cleaning n stuff. I gotta get up early for all the funeral stuff and what not. Talk later? I hope."

"Oh fo sho girl. Get some sleep...and...thank u so much for everything. Goodnight witchy woman. 😂"

"Omg lol....ur so welcome. Ok. Goodnight Lee. ttyl."

"Sweet dreams lady luck."

Lee began his cleaning while he was wide awake and in the mood. He knew this was going to take him longer than the two weeks he had off because he still had other priorities. He needed to visit his father and still check in on patients by consulting with the covering physician. Plus he had farm animals to tend to along with a cat and a dog, which he would go do each day at some point, and if he absolutely could not do it, he had well paid trustworthy people to take care of it.

He laid his phone on the table with pandora app set on the 80's pop rock station. A song came on that got him in a spunky mood as he started singing while collecting trash from the back porch.

"Josie I've got your number. IIII'm gonna make you mine. Josie don't change your number 867530 ni eee yiiiine." He laughed to himself in amazement at how well that fit with everything.

The doorbell rang in a frenzy. Lee opened it to find Orlando with booze in hand. Wine and whiskey, and of course, munchies.

"Banando!! Come on in man and give me some of that."

Lee grabbed the bottle of whiskey from Orlando's hand and trotted into the kitchen.

"Man, you weren't kidding bro. They really did a number on this place." Dr. Bloom said as his eyes scoured the living room.

"Tell me something I don't know...and if you tell me you open mouth kissed a horse once, I am going to kick your ass."

"Ha ha ha. No...I didn't do that...not recently anyways." Orlando grinned and poured himself a large glass of wine as Lee sat down with the Jim Beam, drinking it straight from the bottle.

"Why does it smell like women's perfume in here dude? You got some chic here somewhere??"

Lee was taken aback that your floral scent still lingered after an entire 12 hours had passed. He figured he must of become nose blind to it, but then he did slightly notice it after Orlando brought it up. The reason he could now smell it was because it was all over his tee shirt from when you had your body against his to help him off the floor...and when you had hugged him, which then explained why Orlando smelled it. Now Lee knew why he could not sleep, besides the fact that you had clouded his mind with your golden eyes and his ears with your angelic voice....and his nose with your succulent sweet scent. He seriously needed a shower, he told himself...a cold one.

"I wish." Lee chuckled. "I think it's your cologne."

"Oh, that's hilarious Bee Gee Lee....Seriously man, I smell it. Who did you have here? What's the big deal?"

"Exactly. What's the big deal?" Lee snarked and took a swig of his whiskey and swiped his finger over his phone., then glared at Orlando as the song by the bee Gee's played called Massachusetts.

Orlando set down his glass and stared at his best friend. "Ok...like...did I just strike some invisible nerve here? What are you not telling me? It's me man. Why do you act like you have some classified secret or something?"

Lee swigged another drink. "Because it is...technically. Doctor patient confidentiality." he smirked.

"Oh hellls naw. Are you shitting me? You're fucking a patient?"

"Whoa, hey. I never said that."

"Uh...you didn't have to. I see it now. It's written all over your sexually deprived face. Who is it? You know you gotta tell me."

"No, I don't."

"Don't or won't?"

"Can't. You know that. If it's a patient...well technically, she's not but.."

"There's that word again, technically. And what?? So there is a...she? Damn it man, spill it."

"Stop getting your also sexually deprived self in a twist. It's just....a girl...that I met at the hospital."

"A girl...a.... girl? Lee mother fucking Pace has met...a girl?" Orlando raved. "Ok, this is news worthy stuff here."

"Ok. This topic is closed. I gotta get this shit hole cleaned up. You helping or not?"

"Yep...I will help....when you tell me who this girl is that has you so damn secretive. Since when have you kept these things like this from me?"

Lee gazed down at his bottle. You weren't just a thing to him, that was why. He respected you, how could he not?

"Since now. I just don't want to talk about it alright? I got too much shit on my mind as it is."

"I'm sorry man. I know how hard this time is for you. I haven't forgotten what yesterday was."

Lee immediately deflected. "So, judging by your attire, I see you just came from the hospital. How are things going there?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. Nurse Theresa always up my ass about my handwriting. You know she rudely came into a room when I was tending to a patient and scolded me right in front of her. Such bullshit man. It's how I write. If I try to change it, it will literally take me forever to get things done. Even the patient was pissed off by it. Called her a bitch after she had left the room." Orlando chortled as he pictured that moment.

The good doctor knew that patient was you and he still didn't tell Lee that you had requested to see him, even after he told you he would when he saw Lee again. Orlando wanted his own chance with you and he knew he wouldn't have a prayer against his best friend, since he could tell you were into the ridiculously gorgeous Dr. Pace. Even Nurse Theresa didn't give Lee a hard time and his handwriting was far worse than his. Dr. Bloom had always secretly walked in Lee's shadow.

"You know what I always say to that." Lee coaxed.

"Yep. Fuck em."

Both men bellowed in laughter and continued chatting and drinking for about another hour before attempting to get some work done. It was 1 am and Lee was heavily feeling his tippling inebriated state affecting him. He had never been much of a drinker until the accident and he could usually do it in moderation until the anniversary dates came around, and it certainly didn't help with him by being in that house with all of Jacob's memories and belongings.

Lee just wanted to sell it. Out of sight, out of mind kinda thing. Stupidly he went upstairs to drunk dial Elizabeth and tell her he decided to do it. She had no claim on the property so why he wanted to inform her was even beyond him as he avoided her like the plague. But as usual, his intoxication would always make him do stupid things. Such as drunk texting you as well.

"P.S. I don't want u to let me go." His thumb hesitated over the send button...and then he pushed it. What did he have to lose at this point, he thought. It's relevance was to the end of your prior texting session when you told him you were going to let him go so you could get some sleep.

Then, he called Elizabeth.

"Lizzy...it's me."

"Jesus Lee, it's after 1 in the morning. What the fuck do you want?"

"Do you always have to be such a bitch? I need to tell you something."

"And it couldn't wait till morning? We haven't even spoken in over a year. What could you possibly have to tell me that I could even care about?"

"Ahhh morning. Yes..I am in mourning...still. How about you mommy dearest? Sleeping like a baby at a time like this..."

"Are you drunk?"

"Maybe. So? What's it to you? It's how I cope...unlike you who don't give a shit about what happened to your own son. New man less than a month after, new house and a new baby. You've got it all, moved on without a care in the world. Speaking of, that's why I called. To tell you I am going to sell this place. Then all of it will be non existent to you. Oh wait...it already is. My bad."

"And this involves me how exactly? I don't give a shit is right, about what you do with that dump and I am certainly not going to sit here and listen to your drunken rants. You need help Lee. I suggest you get some."

"After what you did to me? To our son, oh sorry, I mean your son. So is your child even the new guy's kid? or are you going to make him believe it is like you did to me? Then drop the bomb on him at the most inopportune time? And if anyone needs help Lizzy, it's you, to learn how to buckle a fucking seatbelt!"

Lee slammed his thumb on the end call button and hurled his phone against the wall as he roared in rage.

Orlando came running up the stairs to find Lee in a panic induced state.

"Lee, man what just happened? I heard you yelling."

Lee slowly turned to him seemingly disoriented.

"Lee! Are you alright man?" Orlando proceeded in concern as Lee wouldn't speak and began to breath heavily.

"Lee, snap out of it man! You're scaring me. I hate it when you get these attacks. You need to breathe..."

Lee knew in that moment how you must have felt just before you passed out. Orlando's words echoed and faded as Lee raced down the stairs and then all went black as he crashed to the floor.

February 4, 2023- 5 am.

Your hand blindlessly fumbled to disable the screeching alarm clock and then you laid back with a sigh after turning the light on. Up you finally went to go get a shower and begin the dreaded day.

Another hobby and talent of yours was ice skating and you were damn good at it too. So good that you could have went down that path professionally, but that wasn't what you wanted as a career. To you, it was just a sport that you began as a child and it became a huge stress and anxiety reliever as you got older. It was all for fun as well and twice a month, you even taught lessons at the ice rink downtown, and one of those days was today. You always went early so you could skate alone with the music blasting and you certainly needed it before you had to go with your mother to make funeral arrangements.

You quickly checked your phone, solely to see if Lee had texted again for any reason and there it was. The one he sent at 1 in the morning telling you he did not want you to let him go. You had to sit back down on the bed for a moment as it had taken you aback. Staring at his words, you pondered on how to even reply to that. What did he mean? A smile formed on your face as you felt a bit flirtatious and sent a simple reply.

"I wasn't planning on it 😉"

Finally, off to the shower you went but not before placing your shirt up over your nose and breathing in his lingering fragrance one last time. You swore you would never wash that shirt.

When you came out, immediately you checked your phone but there was no reply. Of course, though, it was 5:30 am and surely he must be sleeping, you thought. Out of curiosity, you checked the status of the text. Sent but not received. So now you figured his phone must be off and decided to text him later.

It was 7 am when you got to the rink as first you made breakfast for you and your mom, making sure there wasn't enough for Megan when she got up, which probably wouldn't be until late afternoon anyways as she was absolutely unproductive in every aspect of her miserable life.

You unlocked the door and turned on the lights, kicked on the music then sat down and put your skates on.

An oldies genre you picked today, 60's to 70's. You were just in the mood for something different than your usual rock genre. A song came on you hadn't heard in quite awhile. Massachusetts by the Bee Gees.

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"Perfect." you said and went gliding out onto the ice. The cold breeze felt so good on your face as you did twizzles around the arena. Your thoughts instantly drifted to Lee and how much you already missed him. As the song concluded, you did a few axle jumps and then whirled around in a camel spin and merging into a sit spin.

You skated until 8:30, then sat down for a break as the class wouldn't begin until 9, which consisted of a dozen girls ranging between the ages of 11 and 13 and would last roughly two hours.

Checking your phone again in hopes to see a text from your dashing doctor, a frown devoured your face to see nothing. Probably still sleeping, you thought. You spent the remaining of your break thinking of him and the way his firm body felt against yours. God, you wanted to see him again so bad.

The class was finally over at 11 am and you then went home to change into something more appropriate for the funeral home appointment.

Noon

Lee awoke on the floor to a raging headache and a broken phone laying beside him....and Orlando asleep on the couch. He grimaced at the sunlight shining on his face and laid his arm over his eyes as he moaned and groaned in agony.

Memories of the prior night were vague but one thing he clearly remembered was stupidly texting you.

He painfully propped himself onto his elbow and saw the shattered screen on his phone. He then recalled throwing it against the wall upstairs after his heated conversation with Elizabeth. Orlando must have brought it down and laid it beside him.

He tried to power it on in desperation to see if you replied but it was dead and most likely trashed.

"Shit..." he muttered through his foul whiskey breath and let it drop from his hand.

Orlando heard the clunk and sprung up with a gasp. He had barely slept as he kept checking Lee throughout the night and early morning to make sure he was breathing. Lee's loud obnoxious snores had assisted in leaving Orlando sleepless so he knew he was going to be alright, but he still had to make sure and monitored his vitals. Dr. Bloom had witnessed these episodes on more than one occasion, even without liquor being a factor, and knew a trip to the ER was not warranted. Lee would have kicked his ass if he had called 911, but Orlando would have done it regardless if he felt it necessary.

"Well look who's up!" he shouted intentionally with a grin.

"Fuck you." Lee snarked and grunted as he placed his hands on his head.

"Oh I am sorry. Am I too loud?" Orlando snickered.

"Yes and I would prefer it if you did not speak at all."

"Well I am going to, to tell you what you already know. That you're a dumb ass. Why the hell do you keep doing this to yourself?? I am always saving you, from high school up to now."

"I was taller than you then, and I still am. I think I can muster the strength to come over there and kick your scrawny ass if you don't shut the hell up."

"Duly noted."

Lee staggered his way up to a standing position and quickly leaned on the wall. He still felt drunk.

"I think I am going to be sick."

He ran off to the bathroom just around the corner and upchucked yesterday's pizza and last night's booze. The taste made him continue his vomiting until he was doing nothing but heaving bile. He laid with his arms draped over the toilet seat and his head hanging almost inside of it.

"God...somebody kill me please." he exclaimed in a growl as he dropped to his butt and leaned up against the bathtub. Orlando peeked around the corner with a now serious and concerned face.

"You're doing a good job of that all on your own. Take some Tylenol with a shit ton of water and go try to sleep. I'll stay. I don't have a shift today. I can make lunch later if you're hungry then."

Lee moaned and laid his head on his knees. "God...no...no food. Man, my phone. It's history. I need it. I have to explain to her..so she understands...."

He abruptly stopped as he remembered exactly what he had said to you.

"Explain what and to whom? Lizzy? I assume that's who you were screaming at since I couldn't help but hear what you said."

"Fuck no...just forget I said anything. Can you go get me my other phone??"

"Just use mine man, if it's that important. It's that girl isn't it? The one you won't tell me about. Damn....you got it bad. I've never seen you act this way over any woman."

"No..." Lee blurted out and raised his blood shot eyes to Orlando. "I...I need one anyways...like now... so could you just do that? Go to the farm and bring me back some soup and crackers or toast. I think I can handle that and keep it down....and feed the animals please? I think my phone is in the kitchen....on the table."

"Alright. I saw Tylenol in the cupboard. Go take some and lay down. I won't be long."

Orlando left and Lee made his way to the kitchen to chug down ice water and take some pills. He stood over the kitchen sink with his hands on the ledge holding himself up and let his head hang as the humiliating events of last night scrambled through his pounding brain.

Off to the couch he went to lay down and try to sleep. All he could think of was you and what you must be thinking due to his blatant text. And he thought of Orlando's words. Yes, he was so right. He had it bad and he didn't know what to do about it.

You ravaged through your wardrobe in disgust. It wasn't that you hated dressier clothing, but the fact of what it was for. What you did hate was heels. You were a boots kinda girl and saved the murderous spikes and unstable wedges for when you had to work on the Haunted Star, as it was a fancy party venue. It absolutely amazed you that you could balance perfectly and gracefully as well as be on spot with coordination on a thin sheer blade over the slickest surface but could twist your ankle or fall at the drop of a hat in a pair of high heels. It wasn't even just the footwear that was a problem, as you were just uncoordinated as hell off the ice. Accident prone was your middle name and you had the scars and bruises to prove it.

You finally chose a long sleeved burgundy button down shirt to pair with your cream colored skirt, completely annoyed with the flimsy material as you fought with trying to find the sleeve.

Then you kicked off your boots and slid your feet into a pair of boring black heels, then pinned up your hair in a messy bun. Mismatched as hell you felt but were running late so it would have to do.

"Jo! Come on...it's time to go. What on earth are you doing up there??" your mom hollered up the stairs.

"Coming!!"

You sat in a chair at the funeral home waiting on the director to come out. Your mom sat beside you with a kleenex clenched tightly in her hands and said nothing until she saw your nose stuck in your phone. You were texting Lee to check on him since it was now 12:22 pm and you had heard nothing. All the usual assumptions ran through your mind as the status still showed sent only. His phone was clearly off. Was it dead? Was he ignoring you? Did he change his mind about wanting to be friends? Did you do or say something wrong? But then your mind wandered to worry. Was he alright? The anxiety was sneaking up. What if he was hurt again? You decided that if you did not hear from him by the time you left, you were going to go check on him.

"Josephine LeeAnn March! Is that all you can do is play on your phone right now?" your mother snapped. She only called you by your full name when she was fed up and meant business.

"Mom...calm down. It's not like we're doing anything at the moment."

"Calm down? Your brother's body is somewhere in this building where we sit and you are more concerned with texting whomever in the hell it is that you are texting. It's that damn doctor isn't it? Why can't you just be happy with Dave? The man adores you and you won't even give him a chance."

You ignored that last part of her ramblings as you were not going to discuss your love life with her.

"Mom...can you not say it like that? His...body."

"How would you have me say it then? That's what it is. You know, I had to see it don't you? To identify him. I couldn't even do it! His face was unrecognizable. All I had to go on was his clothing and his ring. The rest of him was badly burned. Do you know what a sight that was for me??"

"Thanks Mom, I didn't know but now I do after that detailed description. You do remember that I was there when it happened? You so did not need to tell me all this. I have enough anxiety as it is."

"Well maybe you should try taking your medicine and then you wouldn't have that problem." She turned her head and said no more.

God you couldn't take this. No one understood how the medicine made you feel. No one but Lee. You put your phone away to please her and sat with your head turned away as tears burnt your eyes.

It was finally over and you all went back home with a funeral date only days away. You didn't even bother going inside and quickly got in your car, taking off like a bat out of hell with a destination of Lee's place. One more time, you attempted to contact him by calling this time. It went straight to voicemail. You contemplated on leaving a message as his beautiful voice flowed into your ear.

"You've reached Dr. Pace. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. If this is an emergency, call 911 or go to the nearest hospital."

It was an emergency. You needed him but how ridiculous was it that you felt that way over someone you barely knew. Maybe you should just call Dave instead, you thought. No, you couldn't. You didn't want to. Something felt off and you were extremely worried about Lee after how you had found him...and even more so after his strange text in the early morning hours. Had he been drinking again?

Trying to compose your voice, you left a brief message.

"Hey Lee, it's me...I mean Jo...just wanted to check on you. I'm actually on my way to your place right now. I hope that is alright. Please all me back...or text. Ok...bye."

Your voice started to break up as you had told him to call you back. You hurried and ended the call so if by chance he got the message, he wouldn't hear you being a big baby. You honestly thought you should just turn around but something wouldn't let you.

You cried all the way there after a song played that struck every chord in your soul. You had noticed the clock when it had started. 2:22 pm. Strangely, it was the time you were born. You had this thing with seeing numbers in various ways and at certain moments, wether it was the time, catching the microwave's countdown or even the total on a purchase just to name a few. It was always double or triple digits of the same number. 11, 22, 33, and 44 were the big ones for you, and the 3's came in other ways too, such as the eerie pattern of celebrity deaths. The clairvoyance probability really wasn't that far fetched.

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The first time you ever kissed his mouth, you absolutely did feel the earth move in your hand like the trembling heart of a captive bird....just like the lyrics said. You were in way over your head with this man. He had awoken something in you and made you feel alive again. He made you breathe....and without him, you would suffocate.

You pulled into the driveway behind his car and noticed the clock at 2:44. You released a stunned giggling sigh, wiped your eyes and got out, quietly closing the door.

As you came to the front door, you could see Lee through the three small windows it held, sitting on the floor playing catch with a ball against the wall.

You could hear soft muffled music and him singing from inside as you knocked but he didn't hear you, so you walked in.

"Lee?"

He then heard your voice and turned his head.

When he saw that it was you, he eagerly staggered his way up and almost ran into the wall, in which he then leaned on as a crutch. You could tell he had been drinking or maybe even on something else.

"Miss Massachusetts. What are you doing here?"

You sucked in a breath and began rambling.

"I'm sorry, the door...it was open and you didn't hear me. I..I wanted to check on you...your phone...is off or something. I....I hope it's ok that I came."

His body moved unsteadily as he tried to balance and seemingly didn't want to look you in the eyes.

"Yeah...that. Sorry.. I kinda broke my phone. Seems it can't handle the impact of a wall. But my other one should be here soon. Of course it's alright that you came. I am glad you did Jo March. Sucks being here all alone."

'Ohhh...yeah. That can happen." you lightly laughed. "Lee...are you alright?"

"Never better...now that you're here anyways....So...you came all the way here to check on me? Why?"

"I...I was worried about you when you didn't respond to my texts and call."

"You...texted and called? Shit...I am sorry. My phone...I broke it."

"So you already told me. Lee, what's going on?" You sat your purse down and walked over to him as you were worried he was going to fall.

His eyes looked you up and down and then he just gazed at you. His eyes were so glassy and his pupils dilated. He was definitely highly intoxicated, or just high....maybe both.

"My god, you...you are so beautiful it hurts."

Your lips slightly parted as a small gasp escaped them. How were you going to respond to that?

As you went to offer a simple thank you, the door opened and in walked Dr. Bloom.

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