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foodieforthoughts · 3 years

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Sand and Stars - Chapter Eight

Series Summary: After the water pump being blown up, the insurgents in Baqubah are taking a hold of the food supply to the village. Camp Warhorse is in dire need of reinforcements. It has been eight months of submitting countless requests when the High Command commissions Sergeant Olivia Ross to take her group of men and women and help Captain Syverson and his team to restore a semblance of normalcy. But with the war raging, does it get two hearts closer too?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC x OMC

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, foul language, mentions of war, military technicalities (thread with caution)

A/N: Dum, Dum, DUM!!! We are finally here! The smutty part of the series is here and also an added twist in the end. I hope you guys like it because we are almost reaching the end. And as always a massive thank you to the wonderful beta @thelastsock who's been a huge help. Also, thank you to @cheyentjj for suggesting an appropriate face claim for Liv, Julianne Hough is the only one I’ll see as Liv now.

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Title: Chapter Eight

Sy grumbled as he stared at himself in the mirror. His buzz cut was growing out and his beard was becoming scrawnier. He turned his head to the side, grazing his finger over the cut he had over his cheekbone. He had no idea how he had even gotten bruised like that. He wasn’t one to have an opinion on how he looked, but now that he had a woman in his life, he was suddenly more mindful.

Shrugging his shoulders, Sy turned around to grab his t-shirt from the back of the chair. His eye caught the silver chain lying on the table. He grabbed it in his hand, turning the medal in his palm. Liv always wore it but somehow, she had forgotten about it today. Sy was not religious or superstitious but he liked the idea that Liv’s friend cared about her enough to gift her something to keep her safe all the time.

Placing the chain back on the table, Sy couldn't help but think about what he had going on with Liv since the night she had spent in his room. He felt their relationship had evolved; she was opening up to him, telling him about her life, letting him in. Although, his heart had ached when she had told him about her family.

Sy had his arm draped over Liv, his fingers entwined with hers. Her back against his chest, her head resting on his extended arm. It was the third night in a row when Liv had come knocking on his door. He didn’t question her, only embraced her and cuddled her to sleep.

“Are you still awake?” He had whispered that night, not wanting to disturb the silence.

“Yeah.”

“Can I ask you something?” When she nodded, he continued. “What did you mean by ‘no one’s waiting for you back home’?”

Sy stared at the back of her head. He had been meaning to ask her about it for a while, but the moment never seemed right. He was almost certain she wasn’t going to answer when Liv sighed.

“My dad always wanted a son.” She adjusted against him, pulling his arm tighter around her. “He’s a real estate broker and has made a fortune out of it. He always had the idea that a son would be the one he would pass the mantle to.”

Sy scoffed. “That’s misogynistic.”

“Yeah, that’s my dad.” Liv sighed. “After I was born, he was clearly disappointed. He took his frustration out on mom, he treated her very badly. In turn, she took it out on me. So, I never really spent time with them as much. When my brother was born, my father was overjoyed and showered my mother with all his love, and she decided to dedicate her life to my brother’s upbringing. When my grandma asked me if I wanted to move in with her, I didn’t even put up a fight, and neither did they.”

“Baby,” Sy turned her in his arms to face him. Liv’s eyes held sorrow but there were no tears. Sy wondered if she had grown so accustomed to being neglected by her parents, she didn’t even feel anything more than disappointment. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. If they wouldn’t have treated me the way they did, I wouldn’t have become the person I am today. I probably wouldn’t have even joined the army.” She placed her hand on his cheek, smiling weakly. “How would I have met you?”

Sy smiled to himself. He had kissed her after that, feeling immensely happy for having her in his life. He would have never imagined meeting an incredible woman like Liv while being out in the desert. Sometimes he wondered if he was falling for her.

“Hey!” Liv announced, opening the door wide. She had a huge smile on her face, her skin slick with sweat and her eyes blown wide with exhilaration. “Pepps’s going to tell you everything, but I was so excited to tell you first.”

Sy raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. He could see Liv practically bouncing on her toes as she rubbed her hands together. He watched as she closed the door and walked up to him to give a chaste kiss on his lips.

“You know we’ve been trying to get more people on our side,” she pulled her jacket off, draping it neatly over the chair. She plopped down on the bed, crossing her legs and smiling widely up at Sy. “We just got someone on the inside.”

“What do you mean?”

“You told me we have intel that there’s a new leader for the militants, I suggested we should try someone to infiltrate the group. Mahmoud fixed us with a young man who is on our side but will provide us information about the militant activities.”

Sy was impressed. He had approved Pepps for trying to recruit Mahmoud’s man, but Liv had no knowledge about it. He wanted to see how much effort Liv was ready to put into getting the job done. He felt even prouder and in awe of his woman every time he saw her in action.

“Also,” She straightened her leg and fished out a trimmer from her pocket. “I managed to get it from a barber shop at the village.”

Sy smirked with a naughty thought entering his mind. “Want a trim? Maybe I could help.”

Liv rolled her eyes at him and started detangling the wires from the trimmer. “Just FYI, I got everything laser removed. So, it’s smooth like butter down there.”

Sy felt his mouth go dry with the new revelation. He couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild, thinking exactly about having his mouth on the aforementioned part of Liv's body. Explicit was often where his thoughts went when he had her in his arms lately. Her body fit wonderfully in his, arranged in his arms like a perfectly matched puzzle piece. Each night he fought the urge to wake her and make love to her then and there.

“Okay, soldier. I can practically hear your thoughts.” She snickered, pointing at his crotch. He grumbled adjusting his pants that had tightened under the inevitable effect of his filthy ideas. “And this for you. I see how you keep looking at your hair and your beard. I could give you a buzz.”

Sy scoffed, grabbing his gun from the table and putting it in his thigh holster. “I’ll get it done from someone else.”

“Sy, I’m tired and I have only three hours until I have to go to my post. So please, get your ass here.” She bent down to wave her hand over the floor. She plugged in the trimmer on the socket above the bed. She looked at him expectantly, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.

“If anything goes wrong, we’ll just shave it all.” Sy muttered and sat down on the floor, resting his back against the metal frame of his bed. He grimaced as the familiar buzzing of the trimmer started behind him. With the touch of the old blades of the device, Sy winced involuntarily.

“Stop it.” Liv warned, holding onto his shoulder and running the trimmer along his neck. “I know what I’m doing, Captain J.A. Syverson.”

Sy groaned on hearing his full name. Liv staying in his room meant she noticed personal things about him. She had looked through his trunk for a spare t-shirt and casually asked him about his initials written on the metal box. He knew at some point she ought to know about his first name, but he was perfectly fine with being known by his last name for the time being.

“I figured it out by the way.” He could hear the glee in her voice over the buzzing of the machine. “Why did you never tell me your name's John Andrew?” She giggled, brushing the hairs out of his t-shirt.

“I was getting to it.” He mumbled bringing his legs up and resting his arms on them. “Who told you?”

“I’m not going to rat out my informant.” Liv tapped him on his shoulder and indicated him to look up. She trimmed the hair on the top of his head with her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth in concentration. Sy smiled at her adorable face, his fingers itched to touch her. She kissed the top of his head when she noticed his smile, moving onto his side burns next.

He tried to look at her from the corner of his eyes while she trimmed his hair. Everything about this situation felt so domestic. He had no clue he had yearned for something like this, only feeling it now he was experiencing it. It felt blissful and satisfying. Sy also felt delighted about Liv’s cheerful attitude and watching her be her previous self was like a breath of freshness in the stale air of grief that surrounded her.

“All done.” Liv announced. She dusted off the hair, turning his head from side to side to check her work. “Part-time at the local salon has finally paid off.”

Sy was about to stand up to look in the mirror when a knock sounded on the door. Pats, from his men, pushed open the door. A cigarette hung from his mouth, his dark beard scraggly and long. Sy jutted his chin for him to speak, looking himself in the mirror and being content with the way Liv had trimmed his hair.

“Call from the base.” Pats informed, throwing a casual wave towards Liv before heading out into the corridor.

“Duty calls, Captain.” Liv yawned, sniffling and settling down on his bed. “Wake me up when you come back?” She yawned again as she pulled the blanket over her body.

“You’re going to sleep here?” Sy questioned as he walked back to Liv. He smiled as Liv nodded, pulling the blanket up to her nose. Sy looked down at her, smiling as he observed her bundled up on his bed. For the first time in his entire military career, he wanted to neglect his job and just curl up next to Liv. “How do I thank you for a job well done?”

Sy noted how Liv bit her lip between her teeth, looking up at him with mischief dancing in her eyes. She closed her eyes and brought her arm to rest on her forehead. “I’m sure you can come up with something.” She whispered sensuously, peeking at him from underneath her arm.

Sy felt his throat go dry again as several ideas popped up in his head. He cleared his throat and leaned down to place a kiss on her lips. “Will do, ma’am.” He said, stealing another kiss and walking out the room. He looked down at his wrist watch, anticipation already brewing for when he could get back to her.

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Liv groaned as the voices of men from the other room disturbed her sleep once again. It was a hefty price to pay for being a light-sleeper and living around men who could be boisterous when need be. She turned around to face the wall and pulled Sy’s blanket closer to her face. She breathed in the faint smell of his musk, imagining him to be lying next to her. Habituation was a bitch because she couldn’t get a good sleep until she had Sy’s arms around her.

The door to his room creaked open, alerting her of another presence. She half turned her body to look behind as she heard the door lock and found Sy in the process of removing his holster.

“Back already?” She looked at her wrist watch and noted she still had plenty of time until she had to go to her post. “What did base want-” Her question was cut short as Sy kneeled down next to the bed and captured her lips for a heated kiss. She gasped as he pulled the blanket off her body and threw it unceremoniously on the floor. Without breaking the contact between their lips, Sy climbed on the bed over Liv, capturing her between his limbs.

When they broke away to take a breath, Liv placed her hands on his chest. “What was that?”

“I’m thankin’ ya.” His accent came out prominent and his voice grew huskier. Liv noted how far his pupils were blown as lust overtook his darkening orbs. Running his tongue over his lower lip, Sy leaned down again to kiss her while pulling at her t-shirt tucked in her pants.

Liv’s heart skipped a beat when Sy’s warm calloused hand touched her bare stomach. She arched her back to let Sy pull the t-shirt off her head. She moaned as Sy let his lips travel down the side of her neck, pausing to suck at an erogenous zone which made her toes curl. She grabbed at his t-shirt, tugged at it and helped Sy discard it, adding to the pile of clothes on the floor. She took a moment to marvel at his furry chest, raking her nails over his torso and down to his belly. Her core quivered as she eyed the hairy line that travelled down the middle of his stomach, disappearing beneath his belt.

“I want you so badly right now.” Sy breathed, resuming his work on Liv’s neck, his beard leaving a tingling sensation as it grazed her skin. She reached between their bodies and worked at his belt with an unrestrained urgency. His erection was already beginning to strain against the fabric of his pants, rubbing on her lower abdomen as he moved down to her chest. “I want to fuck you so hard.” He growled against her chest, pulling her bra down to expose her hardened nipples.

Liv gasped as Sy latched onto her nub, sucking at it and grabbing at her other breast. She closed her eyes, drowning herself in pleasure as Sy lavished attention on her tits, sucking and groping each in turn. She palmed Sy through his pants, getting a groan in response that vibrated against her chest. He bucked his hip down, rubbing his crotch against her hand which jostled against her own groin, sending a jolt of excitement throughout her body.

With sweaty hands, she tugged at his pants and pulled them down his hips. Sy shimmed himself out of them and kicked it down to join the discarded clothes. Liv licked her lips, grabbing at Sy’s hardening length which pulled a throaty moan from him. She gulped as she stroked his cock, her fingers unable to fist it entirely in her hand. Sy travelled down her chest leaving kisses along the trail. Her body shivered with what was to come as Sy hurriedly bared her to his gaze.

Lying under Sy’s lascivious stare, Liv’s core throbbed, her stomach fluttered as she felt exposed and vulnerable. She clenched her thighs together as the warmth from her cheeks travelled down to her chest. Sy licked his lips with desire blazing in his eyes. He leaned down again to kiss along her thigh, tickling her with his scruff and nudging her legs apart with his hands. She watched with baited breath, craning her neck to look between her thighs as Sy kissed his path to her mound. Her thighs shuddered as his warm breath washed over her drenched hole. She clutched at the sheets with the anticipation of feeling his mouth on her.

“Get to it already.” Liv pleaded. She could feel Sy smirking against her for which she wanted to just shove his face on her need when suddenly he ran his tongue over her slit. “Fuck.” She rasped as an exquisite pleasure consumed her body. She couldn’t help but moan as Sy pulled her tender folds apart with his fingers, opening her up to him as he lapped at her with voracious hunger.

“You taste delicious, Liv.” He cooed while stopping to pepper kisses on her inner thigh, his finger rimming her clenching pussy. Liv was aware of the many men littered around the compound, some even in the adjacent room. She bit her lip from stopping herself to cry out like a wanton whore as Sy thrusted a thick digit inside her. She grabbed at his shoulder, digging her nails in his skin as he returned to flick his tongue over her clit.

Liv was a squirming mess as Sy worked around her cunt, devouring her with a carnal need and thrusting his finger inside her with fervor. She brought her other hand to her exposed breast, pinching her nipples between her fingers. It wasn’t like Liv was a virgin, but she had to admit she had never felt so overwhelmed by a man eating her out. A strained moan escaped her lips as Sy added another finger and pumped them together, curling them inside her to rub against her swollen bundle of nerves. She could briefly feel his mouth sucking at her sensitive nub, nibbling at it momentarily before licking it.

“Sy.” She groaned. The knot in her belly was tense with her impending orgasm that Sy was trying to draw out from her. She gasped with widened eyes when a third finger entered her tight hole, Sy scissoring them while plunging them in and out of her. It was too much for her to take and with an unrestrained groan she came against his fingers, her body trembling under the intensity of her orgasm.

She laid spent on the bed, sweat covering her skin as ripples of aftershock travelled down her body. Sy licked her clean, placing a gentle kiss on her clit and climbing up to her face. She looked at him with a weak smile, noticing the grin on his lips under his wet whiskers.

“Fuck me, Sy.” She instructed raggedly. Sy leaned down to take her lips in his, her taste lingering on his lips and tongue. She took a shuddering breath as he lined his throbbing cock against her dripping entrance. In one swift move Sy entered her with a grunt, splitting her with his girth and drawing out a sinful moan from the pair. The tip of his cock rubbed against the apex of her womb, teasing it as he moved his hips to pull himself out before plunging inside her again.

“God, you feel so good.” Sy groaned as he began pounding into her with vigor. “I won’t last long.” He warned, laying over her body and bringing his arms underneath her back. He circled her lithe waist with his strong, wide arms as he mercilessly thrusted into her every time reaching up to the hilt, the metal frame of their bed rattling with Sy's thrusts. The sounds outside had faded into nothing, only the wet sound of skin on skin and rhythmic moans reached their ears.

Liv wound her arms around his neck kissing him deeply with a ravenous need to feel every inch of his body. “Cum inside me.” She breathed against his mouth, looking into his eyes with fervent desire. She could feel the unmistakable coiling in her lower belly as Sy’s pelvis ground against her sensitive clit. She knew Sy was close as his thrusts became frantic and his grunts became louder, chasing his release.

Liv dug her face in his neck as another wave of euphoria washed over her making her cry out in ecstasy. Her walls clenched around his pulsating cock and with a guttural, animalistic groan, Sy jerked his hips one last time as he finally reached his release. She felt his release painting her walls, milking him for every drop. The warmth pooling inside her mirroring the warmth pooling in her chest as she regarded Sy above her.

Sy lay over her, careful not to crush Liv with his weight. As he caught his breath, he made to move away but Liv placed her hands on his taut buttocks. halting his movement.

“Stay inside me.” She pleaded with him. Tears pricked at her eyes, her senses overwhelmed with the profound, all consuming passion she had experienced moments ago. Sy looked up at her, his sweat slicked skin sliding against hers. A soft smile lifted the corners of his lips as his eyes focused on hers.

“I’ve never fallen for someone so hard and so fast.”

Liv stared at him, astonished at his words. She blinked, trying to understand if she was hearing him right. She was at a loss of words, confused and consumed with the fluttering in her chest. She could hear the rapid beating of her heart in her ears as the moments ticked by.

Sy reached up to cup her cheek, sympathy shining in his eyes at the overwhelmed woman in front of him. “You don’t have to say it back, but I think I love you.” He grazed his lips gently over hers, the carnal desire from before replaced with delicate emotion. The silent kiss they shared was soft and placid, enveloping Liv in an unknown tranquillity. “And to answer your question from earlier, base is sending more people here.” he added, with a cheeky smile.

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Liv gazed at Sy while being seated from across him in his office. He was looking over the papers about the new team arriving later in the day. He wasn’t thrilled about accommodating more people, grumbling about how they worked better in a small unit. She bit her lip as the memories of their frenzied lovemaking from only a few hours earlier came to her mind. There was a huge hickey on her chest which tingled with her heating cheeks.

“Stop staring, Liv.” He mumbled, not even glancing up at her and reaching out to his cup of coffee.

“I’m not staring. I’m admiring.” She teased. She stood up, grabbing her gun from his table and slinging the strap over her shoulder. “Stop stressing about the new people.” She walked up to him and placed a kiss on top of his head. “I’m going to head out.”

“Stay safe.” He called out, shuffling the papers around.

“Be nice.” She winked at him when he looked up.

Liv walked out into the compound with a bounce in her step. Ever since Sy had told her he loved her, she felt elated. She knew she felt something for him but was confused if she liked him or was it love. She didn’t want to mislead him with false promises, waiting to make sure what she felt for him was indeed ‘love’. She'd made that mistake before.

Pepps greeted her near their Humvee. She had grown accustomed to the man’s company and respected him for his skills as a soldier and a negotiator. He tipped his cap at her, pulling his gun up from the hood of the vehicle. “It’s going to be a good day.” He commented before rounding out to the other side and getting into the car.

After an entire day of talking to various men and women who supported their help, Liv was content with their progress in increasing local assistance. One lady had offered her home-made lunch which had smelled delicious but owing to protocols, she had to decline. She had been ecstatic with the new information they had gathered from the informant about the militant leader which was apparent by the bouncing of her leg with impatience.

When they arrived at the camp, Liv noticed the new Humvees parked out front with new faces greeting them at the gate.

“Guess they are here.” Pepps announced, driving their car to an empty spot.

Liv noticed Sloan jogging up to her hurriedly. She alighted the car but was quickly held by the shoulders by the blonde. “You are not prepared for this.” She warned, turning her head to look behind her.

“What-?” Liv questioned but was rendered speechless as her eyes followed Sloan’s line of sight.

It was like the air from her lungs had been punched out. She felt her limbs become cold as a bead of chilling sweat dribbled down her forehead. She gulped as with pressed lips she stared at the one person she did not expect to see, not until she was on leave again. It was like god was laughing at her and plotting to twist her life as she watched both Sy and Alex walk towards her.

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cindersandroses · 4 years

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Digital Get Down, Chapter 5

AUTHORS: cindersandroses ( losille2000 and cinderella1181)

CHAPTERS: 5/?

PAIRING: Actor!Henry Cavill/ Plus-Size OFC

GENRE: Romance/Fluff/HUMOR

FIC SUMMARY: When SuperHank met OrcPrincessPeach on the World of Warcraft message boards, it was love at first raid. Now, almost a year later, they’re ready to take the next step and meet in person. Half a world away from each other, both decide to meet in Atlanta for DragonCon, since she was already going to be there for her work as a game designer at Blizzard… never mind that she is a devout nerd. They both have to face the fact that reality is very different from a digital world.

RATING: Mature

WARNING: Mentions of assault.

AUTHORS NOTES: Love you all!

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Chapter 5

Opal turned to the side as she looked at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door. She smoothed the front of her dress over her rounded belly and picked at the slight ruching that was meant to help hide her imperfections along with the black color of the dress, but it did neither. There’d be no hiding anything. This was about as bodycon as one could get, and indeed she bought it a long time ago because she thought she looked hot in the form fitting silk. As soon as she got it home, though, and really looked at herself wearing it in the harsh light of day, she put it away, in the back of her closet with the other beautiful clothes she’d bought but never found the courage to wear.

That was changing. Now. Today. Okay, not today. But as soon as she walked back into her house. She planned to go straight to her closet and pull them all out and wear each of them as soon as she had the right opportunity or occasion. Considering that most of them were on the fancier side of things, meant for dates, she figured she’d have more chances to wear them now, anyway.

Even though she and Henry would literally be halfway across the globe from each other after this weekend. She couldn’t dwell on that fact, though. If she did, then the sadness set in. She refused to let that particular emotion claw its way back. They’d make it work if it was going to work. It wasn’t like she couldn’t just take her computer places and work there.

If she could convince her boss to allow frequent trips.

And it wasn’t like he didn’t also spend part of his time in Los Angeles.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Henry walked by behind her, drawing her attention away from those troubling thoughts. He fumbled with the cufflink on his left shirt cuff. She was going to make a quip about it, but the words died on her lips when she noticed he looked at her like a fat kid looked at cake. He licked his lips, smiled, and walked into the bathroom.

She couldn’t help but blush. She never would’ve believed he was truly stealing glances at her, but that notion had been squashed earlier at the spa. In fact, now she was hyper aware of his long, molten stares.

And it was all because of the wonderful esthetician who completed her facial after their massage. What had started out as a traumatic experience ended up making her feel the most confident she’d ever felt in her own skin, thanks in part to Jessa the esthetician’s enlightening conversation.

“He’s looking at you like you are the purest water and he’s just had some hot sauce.”

Opal giggled, and blushed, looking at the woman. “I just keep thinking he’s going to be like, ‘Ugh, not my type’ and leave, Jessa.”

“Girl, please. You got one of those peach bottoms that men love to get a handful of. You already got him eating out of your hand, he’s not stopped glancing over here this whole time,” Jessa said, putting her hand on her hip. “And if he does do that, I got a handful of fine brothers who would eat that peach bottom up. So you just let Jessa know and I’ll hook you up.”

The comment made Opal laugh loudly, disturbing the serenity of the spa and resulted in a few perturbed glares from other clients. Henry had glanced up, one eyebrow raised in interest. She smiled at him sweetly and he went back to his shave. Opal smiled. “Thank you, Jessa. I’ll keep you updated.”

Opal had made sure to slip Jessa an extra tip, even though she was sure Henry had tipped everyone well. Stingy wasn’t really a word she would use to describe this man, not materially or emotionally.

Or physically.

Definitely not physically. He liked touching. Being affectionate.

She did not; or, more aptly, she was not used to it in the romantic sense. But she wasn’t even that affectionate with her family. There were a few hugs here and there as a child, but they weren’t overly huggy. And then there was the other thing he didn’t know about, because she never talked about it, that prevented her from initially enjoying his touches.

It was getting easier, though, the more he touched her. She found, with some relief, that she actually quite liked being close to him in that way. Perhaps there was hope for her, after all.

Opal moved away from the mirror and followed his trail to the bathroom. She rested a hip on the door jamb and watched him finish his grooming. He saw her in the mirror and smiled.

“Like what you see?” he asked, that insidious brow raised.

“Nah,” she said with a grin. “I was just thinking about how you use twice the product I do.”

Henry rubbed his hands on a hand towel to remove the remnants of whatever moisturizer he’d used on his freshly shaved jaw. “That’s because it takes a lot to make me look this good. You’re already bloody gorgeous, so you don’t need it.”

Her cheeks heated and she shifted her weight awkwardly on her bare feet. Why were compliments so difficult to take?

“And as an answer to your question, I do like what I see,” she replied. “I appreciate your efforts. But I also love getting to just observe each other. That’s what we were missing over the last year.”

Henry stopped and smiled at her. “I watched you getting ready, and that’s why I’m so behind. I couldn’t stop watching you. You are enchanting,” he whispered.

The air caught in her lungs upon hearing the deep gravelliness of his sentiment. He closed the distance between them. The hunger, the lust, the pain, the joy, the need, all passed across his face. He leaned down and brushed his lips across her temple. “We’re going to make a hell of a couple tonight, Princess.”

“Yes, we are,” she replied breathlessly.

“Let me finish getting ready. You are distracting.”

Opal giggled. “Pot, kettle.”

She moved away from the door and went back to the bed to struggle into the sky high heels she had thought would be great to wear, but now she regretted the decision to pack them. Her feet were going to ache by the end of the night. But--the minx inside her reminded--that could possibly lead to another massage. This time, just with Henry.

As she finished up the last buckle on the strappy things and stretched her legs out to check how they looked, she noticed Henry watching from across the room with a glazed look in his eyes. She laughed at him, because it was the exact same look she’d had as he secured the waistcoat around his trim torso. “This… me putting on shoes shut you down?”

Henry reanimated with a shrug. “I have a thing for really high strappy, almost slutty, heels. Nothing like…” He stopped and blushed slightly. “Uh, never mind.”

Opal stood up and went over to him, just barely shorter than him now, and grinned. “I will have to remember that for later,” she replied.

“Oh, god, please do. Bonus points for silk stockings and the whole belt contraption,” he murmured.

She giggled. “You know, men and women are so different. You want the littlest piece of clothing on me, but I’d rather see you in a three piece suit.”

“I can fuck in a three piece suit just as well as I can without,” he teased.

His comment, and the harsh word, caught her off guard. Taking the opportunity, he went over to grab his cell phone. He beckoned her with a crooked finger. “Come here.”

She didn’t ask for clarification or even think about it; her feet in their dangerous footwear moved of their volition. When she reached him, he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her head, all while snapping a quick picture. He looked at it, smiled, and turned it around for her to view.

Her cheeks were high with color. Her skin glowed; her eyes sparkled. Her smile showed almost every one of her teeth. Everything about it made her seem so vital, so alive, so… beautiful. She had never seen herself so happy. Simply being near him made her want to beam from ear to ear.

He smiled softly. “Now you see what I see when I look at you.”

“I don’t always look like this,” she protested.

“You do,” he replied. “Let me send this to you so you can send it to Amber.”

Opal shifted uncomfortably. She’d completely forgotten about sending Amber a picture. What kind of friend was she, anyway?

“We can’t bring our phones tonight,” he explained. “Something about making sure nothing unflattering gets out.”

Opal looked up at him and nodded. “Okay. Let me just send Amber a text telling her I’m going out for the night.”

She saved the picture to her phone and opened up the text stream with her friend. She took the picture, sent it, and wrote, “I don’t think I ever expected my Hank to be this real. Going out for the night. Talk to you in the morning.”

She plugged her phone in, stood up, and took Henry’s hand. “Okay. Let’s go.”

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Opal stood in the atrium of the Georgia Aquarium and sighed. She was enchanted. She’d been here a ton of times before at previous cons, but never on a night specifically designed to be an intimate cocktail party with all of the con’s celebrity guests.

What actually was her life right now?

Henry talked to Dany and Dwayne, and she couldn’t get over the fact that she was standing next to The Rock. How many times had she sat next to her brothers while they watched this giant man wrestle? If someone had told her this was going to be her life when she left Los Angeles the night before, she’d have told them they were lying. It was all a little surreal.

Dany smiled at her, obviously picking up on the fact that she had zoned out and had literal stars in her eyes. “So, Opal, what do you do?”

Opal hummed and blinked at her. “Yeah, sorry. I’m a designer and programmer for Blizzard. I have been there, oh gosh, almost ten years now. Best job I have ever had.”

“And you live with?” Dany inquired.

Opal understood Dany’s reticence to accept her into the group. Dany didn’t want anything to harm the business, and even though she seemed tough, she clearly cared deeply for both men as friends. Still, though, Opal didn’t think she gave off a crazy fan vibe.

“My best friend, from like middle school,” Opal said, moving to stand closer to Dany. She leaned in to speak quietly. “I know you’re worried about me using him, I get that, trust me. If I was in your position I would, too. But honestly, Dany, I didn’t even know he was him… until this morning when I arrived. I just thought he was a dorky British guy named Hank. That was it. In the months leading up to this I just got to know his heart and who he is, not Henry Cavill, God’s gift to women. I knew SuperHank, the cleric who runs around healing people, because he is that guy. I got to know the Hank who was shy and loved to cook and gets excited about Warhammer and new fantasy novels. Who tells me constantly that I am worthy and beautiful.”

Dany beamed at her. “That’s just what I wanted to hear.”

“And frankly, you scare me a little bit, so I won’t do anything untoward,” Opal said.

Dany laughed and flexed a bicep. “Don’t you forget it.”

“I won’t.”

“But seriously, Opal,” she said and grabbed Opal’s hand. “He needs someone he can love with his whole being, and I’ve never seen him happier than when he has spoken to me about you.” She squeezed her hand. “It’s not going to be easy, but I promise to make sure you’re okay and safe, and that you can be with him.”

Opal grinned. “He is pretty special.” She looked beside her, expecting to find him there. “And... gone, apparently.”

Lauren smiled at her. “He and Dwayne went to get some drinks.”

Opal felt her stomach clench. She tried to smile, but before she could muster one, Henry was back by her side. He handed her a flute of champagne. “Here, Princess.”

Opal took the glass from him and didn’t say a word. Her jaw clenched and it took everything in her to stop her hand from shaking.

Henry frowned. “Is that okay? Do you want something else?”

“Huh? Oh, no, it’s fine,” she replied and tried to smile again. Even though she couldn’t see it, she knew it came off as more of a grimace because of the expression Henry returned. He knew something was wrong, but the words to explain it to him failed to form on her tongue.

Not that she really had the chance to say anything, anyway. A loud, booming voice rang out across the atrium, “LITTLE BRUDDA!!!”

Opal spun around and watched in abject horror as two grown men raced towards each other and chest bumped each other like drunken frat boys.

Dwayne shook his head. “Seriously, you two? We’re in public.”

Henry came back and smiled. “Jason, my man, this… is Opal.”

Jason looked at her, his eyebrow raised. “Well, hello there, beautiful. I’m Jason…” He took her free hand and kissed the back of it. “If he gives you any trouble, let me know.”

Opal blushed. “Thank you. I will.”

Dazzled once more by the Man Also Known As Khal Drogo, Henry startled her with a hand on the small of her back. She looked up at him, still holding the flute from which she had not yet had a drop of champagne.

Henry leaned down into her ear. “Do you want me to get something else for you?”

She shook her head. “No, I just, uh… I’m going to get my own drink.”

She excused herself and headed over to the bar, trying to convince herself that she wasn’t running away from him and running away from the conversation she should have already had with him, even before they both decided to meet here in Atlanta.

She wasn’t in line long when she felt his presence behind her.

“Are you okay?” he asked again, concern written all over his face.

“I am, honestly. I just… well… it’s stupid. I don’t drink anything that I don’t see poured myself, and I very rarely drink alcohol in public. I should have told you. It’s just my hang up and, gah... I’m sorry I freaked out a little bit.”

Henry’s eyebrows knit together. He nodded, but he clearly wanted more.

“Let me get my drink and we’ll take a walk and talk, okay?” she asked, hoping to smooth things over.

He nodded and stood quietly with her. Even though he was clearly confused and maybe a little angry, his presence was still one that calmed her and she found herself resting against his sturdy bulk as they waited. Opal ordered her cranberry juice in a martini glass. To anyone other than herself and Henry, it looked like a Cosmo. It was her fallback when she wanted to hang out with the cool kids but didn’t want to do what the cool kids were doing. Because that one time she did what the cool kids were doing? She lived to regret it.

She took his hand and started to walk through the first exhibit. Opal paused at a tube enclosure in the middle of the room full of jellies. A black light shone down into the water, illuminating the sea creatures as they performed a graceful, haunting dance around their tank. She stood quietly, Henry standing next to her, silent, thinking.

Finally, she cleared her throat from the heavy emotion making it difficult to breathe. “I was drugged.”

Henry’s fingers curled into her back. Though he tried to mask the sharp intake of air, his gasp was still audible. “Opal, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because,” she said, just barely above a whisper. “It wasn’t just that. Amber and I were freshmen in college and I wanted to fit in. We went to a frat party. A guy we had art history with invited us.”

His anger was palpable; it wasn’t anger directed at her, though. Somehow, she knew that, as she stared at the gelatinous orbs bobbing through the water. She took a sip of the cranberry juice before moving on.

“I woke up the next morning, head fuzzy, in a room I had never seen before, and my panties around my ankles.” She braved a look up at Henry, to gauge his reaction. The sharp line of his jaw was set, his rage evident.

For some reason, it was cathartic to share this secret with another human. Amber knew, of course. Amber had nursed her back from the brink after they got home from the hospital.

“It’s the reason I pull away sometimes when you touch me, and the reason I am so unsure of myself. I’m sorry I never told you before, but you have a right to know.”

Henry didn’t speak; he looked at a point beyond her, staring in stony silence for the longest time. He finally tore his focus away from that point and gazed down at her. His face spoke volumes, even before his words did. He rested his chin on her head and wrapped her in his arms. “You know I would never, ever do that.”

“Oh, no, I do! I just… I want so badly for you to touch me, to be yours, I just need… time,” she said. “I don’t even know if I’m actually a virgin or not. I don’t know what they did to me. The next morning, Amber took me to the ER and a rape kit was done, but it was inconclusive. I’m sorry if this changes the way you feel about being with me.”

Henry pulled away from her and put his drink on the floor. He took her face gently in his hands. “I never, ever would feel any different about you. I just… I understand now.” He kissed her forehead, but didn’t move his lips from the spot they’d touched. His next words were muffled, but the meaning behind them was everything. “My promise to you is that I will not hurt you, and it’s all going to be at your pace.”

She smiled and pushed his hands away from her face. With her free hand, she reached up and let her hand rest on the nape of his neck. “Well, then, we can do this, cause I’m very ready for it.”

With little strength, she pulled him down to her and kissed him. It wasn’t passionate or chaste; it was somewhere in the middle. A reassurance. A promise. Her promise to be as open with him as possible. His cue that she was okay with him pushing her boundaries. And she loved him for it.

#Henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fan fiction #henry cavill fan fic #dgd #digital get down #tw:mentions of assault

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buckybarnabus · 3 years

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Sleep Well, Bucky

Summary: Bucky has been stressed. Dawn just wants to help.

Warnings: No warnings, unless you’re not into comfort cuddles.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Hello! This is my first part in a series involving Bucky Barnes and OFC Dawn. I can’t for the life of me write a whole multi-chaptered story, so this will be a series of one shots in no particular order that may or may not develop into something coherent over time. You can also read on AO3 if you want. Thank you!

Dawn knew Bucky was stressed. It was obvious in the tight line of his jaw, the stiffness in his shoulders. The dark circles under his hard eyes. She knew he was having nightmares, and she didn’t know how to help. She hated just having to sit there and watch him suffer. She knew comfort in soft touches, hugs, things Bucky wouldn’t allow himself to have, but clearly craved. She saw it in his face when she and Sam would touch each other freely, whether it be a joking caress of the cheek, a squeeze of the hand, a friendly pat to the thigh.

Bucky had his boundaries and reservations, Dawn knew that. She respected it. She only ever touched him with a single finger if she had to. But she couldn’t deal with him making himself miserable, shying away from any sort of comfort and stalking around hotel rooms, stewing in his own self deprecation.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Bucky needed someone to care for him, especially if he wouldn’t do it himself. So she came up with a plan.

She had left him in the hotel room watching tv, and came back a while later with a plastic bag in hand. He looked from her to the bag she held as she shut the door.

“What’s that?” he asked, curious.

“I have an idea,” she said brightly, placing the bag on the nearest counter and moving toward him. She leaned against the edge of the bed next to him.

“What’s your idea?” he asked, humoring her. She reached a hand out to him and pinched a strand of his hair between her fingers, tugging it lightly. He almost looked amused.

“I think we should cut your hair,” she said. He furrowed his brows and tilted his head at her, faux offense on his face.

“You think my hair looks that bad, huh?” he asked, half a grin on his lips. Dawn chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“No, not at all. Quite the opposite, really,” she said. Then her voice softened and she looked away from him as she spoke again. “I just... I think it might be good for you. Kind of like letting go of... things.” Bucky didn’t say anything, just watched her with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Only if you want to,” she rushed, awkward and suddenly nervous, taking his silence as a bad sign. “I like it long, really. Not that my opinion matters or anything, it’s your head after all. I think it would look good either way, but I just-“

“Okay,” he interrupted her anxious rambling, voice quiet, but enough to cut her off. Her eyes flicked back to his face.

“Okay?” she echoed. He grinned at her, a small thing, just barely tugging at the corners of his lips. He nodded once.

“Okay.”

They posted up in the bathroom with the supplies Dawn had just bought. She had him sit on a low stool facing the mirror, and she set to work wetting his hair and running a brush through it, careful not to touch him too long. She wanted to ease him into it, work at a pace that might be comfortable for him.

“You’re not going to completely butcher me, are you?” he asked, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She gave him a look.

“Have a little faith in me, Bucky,” she said with a grin. “This isn’t my first rodeo.”

“Fine, fine,” he said, heaving a dramatic sigh. Dawn paused as she finished brushing his hair, casting him a thoughtful glance in the mirror. He rose a brow in question, but she didn’t say anything. She was afraid if she talked, she’d ruin it all. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and found her music app, finding a playlist she thought would work. She hit the play button and kept the volume low. Didn’t look at him as she placed the phone on the counter, afraid to see what his expression looked like. Music from well before her time flowed through the little speakers, and she got back to work, ignoring the heat in her cheeks as she felt his gaze on her.

She clipped away at his hair for a while, finding a basic shape to play off of before plugging in the electric shears, and they were quiet as the music played. She was brave enough to chance a glance in the mirror every once in a while, enough to watch his face slowly soften as he listened to the music. There was a far away look on his face as she cut, like he was lost in thought.

She let him stay in his head while she went to work with the electric shears, and she was done faster than she thought she would be, lost in her own head. Dawn set the shears down on the counter and almost hesitated before settling her fingers in the now short locks. She did a broad, gentle sweep through the strands with her fingertips, clearing away any stray bits left behind. It didn’t escape her notice as Bucky took in an aborted breath as she ran her fingers over his scalp. She paused for a very brief moment, quickly taking in his reaction. He didn’t seem angry. Just uncertain, stiff.

Hesitantly, meaningfully, she dragged her fingers back through his hair, using her nails to scratch lightly at his scalp. His eyes shut and his brows furrowed. He tried to keep the shuddered breath to himself.

“Does it look okay?” Dawn asked, soft. She pulled her fingers from his hair in order to let him focus. He opened his eyes and looked into the mirror, turning his head this way and that in consideration. She held her breath while he looked at his reflection. His eyes met hers.

“It looks great. Thank you, Dawn,” he said, a soft smile on his face as he touched his fingers to the short locks. She looked at his hair in the mirror, and lifted her hands back to his head, pulling her fingers back through slowly, contemplating her work, as the music continued to pump softy in the background, the smooth croon of a woman filling the air.

“I like it,” she said honestly, a bright smile on her face. Dawn would miss the long hair, of course, but she did like it short as well. He made it work. She pulled away from him after a moment, setting to work cleaning up the mess of hair littering the floor. After she finished cleaning up her mess, she left Bucky to shower and rid himself of any irritating shavings left behind. He didn’t fight against her touch, and Dawn didn’t know what to do with that. He seemed uneasy, that much was certain, but not unwelcoming. Dawn supposed that was as good a sign as any she was going to get. She settled in to watch tv, turning out all the lights aside from the lamp on Bucky’s bedside table. She kept the volume low. The air felt too fragile to break with something loud.

Dawn carefully kept her eyes glued to the tv once Bucky stepped out of the bathroom. She listened to him shuffle quietly around the room as he got settled in for bed, then took her own turn. She took her time under the stream, trying to rid herself of the residual nerves that pulsed through her the entire time she cut his hair.

When Dawn was done, she emerged from the bathroom warm and clean, comfortable in sweatpants and an old t shirt. It may have been a shirt that belonged to Bucky at one point, but they’d shared enough hotel rooms and baggage space that she couldn’t really be sure anymore. He was watching tv, absently petting at his head, eyes heavy. But the same tight line in his jaw remained, the same stiffness in his shoulders. He didn’t want to sleep. Not when a nightmare might be right around the corner.

Dawn was taken over by nerves all over again as she hesitated in the bathroom doorway. But looking at him strengthened her resolve and she padded quietly over to his bed, making brief eye contact as she shut off the lamp and hopped up next to him, pulling the covers over her legs. She turned her gaze to the television and ignored the fact that she could feel him watching her. If she pretended hard enough that it was a normal, every day thing, then maybe it wouldn’t be the scariest thing she’d ever done.

After a while, she shuffled down in the covers to meet him, turning on her side and propping her head up in the palm of her hand. When she looked at him, he was already watching her.

“You should sleep, Buck,” she said, almost whispered. She almost regretted shifting her position. They were so close, suddenly. It felt so personal. Intimate.

“I will,” he said, matching her tone. She grinned, small.

“No you won’t,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

He sighed, a rueful smile on his lips. “I’m fine, Donnie,” he tried. Her heart fluttered just a little at the nickname, but she ignored it. There were more important matters at hand. She wasn’t convinced.

They watched each other for a heavy moment, almost a battle of wills, then Dawn slowly, carefully reached a hand out, stroking feather light fingers down his cheek. His brows pinched together, a frown pulling at his lips.

“Dawn,” he whispered on a sigh. He sounded so tired, so sad. She let him pull away from her touch.

“Bucky,” she echoed. He didn’t meet her gaze, instead he stared somewhere over her shoulder. He swallowed thickly. She tried again, slow and careful, lifting her hand to brush her fingers through his hair. He shut his eyes, brows still pinched. It wasn’t a grimace, it didn’t seem like any dislike of her touch. He was probably just too afraid to look at her.

Dawn shut her own eyes and lazily ran her fingers through his short locks for a while, occasionally scratching at his scalp and the back of his neck. She made no move to do anything else. If this was all the comfort she was allowed to provide, then she would be okay with that. It was still progress. It was still Bucky letting himself have a human moment.

Dawn did it long enough that she was close to drifting off to sleep, but an unexpected feather light pressure on her waist woke her right back up. She was careful not to react for fear of ruining whatever Bucky was letting himself have. His hand rested on her waist, warm and barely there, for a long moment. The television suddenly seemed so loud. She opened her eyes to chance a glance at him and found his eyes already on her face. He looked absolutely terrified. The air between them was so fragile, Dawn was almost afraid to breathe wrong. She just watched him, took in the raw emotion playing on his face, and she could only imagine how hard it must have been for him to show her so much.

He curled his fingers a little tighter, then. Shuffled a little closer. Slowly, carefully, he moved in, and she moved with him. Their feet touched. She hooked her ankle between his. Eventually he had his arm looped fully around her waist, holding her body snug against his, using her as an anchor. She slipped her hand from the nape of his neck to tuck neatly around his side, nuzzling her nose into his neck as he buried his own in her hair.

They were quiet. His breaths were shaky. She could hear his pulse beating wildly, and she simply listened as it slowed over time. Eventually his breathing smoothed.

They stayed like that, just holding onto each other for a while, each of them hyper aware of any tiny movement. Then, with one more wave of movement, Bucky pulled her in tighter against him, held on like he was starving for such a simple thing. He let out a heavy sigh, Dawn wondering if she imagined how relieved the breath sounded. He dragged his hand up her back and buried his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, curled them into the strands. Sighed into her hair one more time, more gentle, more content. He scratched his fingers against her scalp purposefully to catch her attention.

“Goodnight, Donnie,” he whispered into her hair.

Her own feelings aside, Dawn was happy to just give him that. Something to hold onto. Something to make him feel a little more human. He deserved that.

“Sleep well, Bucky.”

#bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky x original female character #winter soldier #bucky needs a hug #buckybarnabus writes

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daisychvins · 3 years

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｡･ﾟﾟ･ — introduction.

introducing ... violet’s demise ! aka grayson aka her big brother she’s been wiring money to stay away in europe <33333

name: grayson swag money jeon age: 22 turning 23 (don’t ask me about his sign that’s for liza to figure out someday <3) gender: cis male; he/him hometown: baltimore, maryland sexuality: bisexual & biromantic

listen i was feeling rlly committed to completing his stats but i’m already over it so don’t ask dont tell xx anYWAYS let’s get on to the juicy stuff hehe

i tend to ramble a lot so this intro is gonna be probably a mixture of paragraphs and bullet points and everything in between but let’s start simple. also i rlly wanna emphasize a massive DRUGS TW bc his character largely revolves around his interest in and addiction to drugs

blackmails

grayson is claiming that he's been in a rehab program for the last year and is now completely sober and reformed when he really was just using the money to party and travel throughout europe.

without his parents paying to support him now, he's had to start dealing to make ends meet and keep up appearances. it’s mostly coke, but he dabbles in harder substances depending on what his connections can get him.

grayson dabbles with calligraphy and was notorious for forging excuse notes and parent signatures all throughout high school and even now sells forgeries for a quick buck. the most notable of these was xavi’s letter of recommendation that helped him get into yale.

background

grayson is violet’s older brother!!1 yes, that’s right, THE big brother who’s been out of the country getting LIT (and by lit i mean he’s been traveling europe on a series of solo trips w his parents’ money and doin lots of recreational drugs)

i haven’t fully fleshed out the dynamic he has w his parents but just know it’s ,, bad ASDHFJNK basically the jeons treated their children like accessories and expected them to be their little trophies and grayson just was not having that as a kid!!! so he acted out a lot and obviously got himself into a pretty bad scene (thank u goosie) and is basically the bane of his parents existence at this point <3 yet they still try to appease him to keep him under control but that’s for the family task to work out hehehehe

despite hating his parents, he adores both of his siblings. before the drug use started, he was always a big nurturer and would have done anything for either of them......now he wouldn’t be caught dead praising violet but he loves her in secret from afar HSJDFKG

yeah basically he met goose when he was around 15 i think????? and got introduced to drugs around 16 or 17 i wanna say and by the time he graduated high school he was just....a much different person than the soft big brother he used to be. his parents sent him off to europe pretty much as soon as he turned 18 under the guise of going to school internationally, but grayson obviously knew the truth and understood that he was being sent away so he wouldn’t be his parents problem anymore.

he basically spent the last four years galavanting europe and just....trying to enjoy it???? but it’s hard to enjoy an extended vacation when u have no family or friends on ur side anymore </3 he basically used the money to stay in hostels and worked odd jobs here and there to stay afloat and keep supplied w the...special goods....but yeah lots of drugs, alcohol, sex, and recklessness but he DID learn a couple languages??? or at least enough to get through some pretty basic conversations in most european countries so <3 guess it’s all okay then!!!!

anyways idk what else to put here that u won’t just find out in the family task so uhhhhhh idk lmk if u need anything else i guess

present/personality

so now grayson is just vibing at yale obviously ummm he actually got super into writing after high school, especially poetry. he used to carry journals full of just random prose about his addiction and his deepest thoughts, as well as probably some lighter stuff about his love escapades or maybe goose idk...basically he used poetry as an outlet and it allowed him to really ground himself and find his place in the world even if it didnt include who he thought it would SO with that being said, grayson got into yale due to a poetry competition he was a part of. he saw some big fancy competition being advertised and on a whim decided to submit some poem about his struggles with addiction and losing his family (a v raw piece that he didn’t expect to ever see the light of day) and he actually ended up winning! it caught yale’s attention and they invited him to apply and, knowing how much it would probably disturb his little sister, grayson very smugly applied and was pretty stoked to see he got in

because that poem gained such publicity, it was assumed that he was a survivor of addiction and was writing from a sober perspective. he didn’t want to correct anyone, so he just went with it and has basically crafted this story about his massive success and has become an advocate for addiction treatment and rehabilitation. of course, none of the companies that sponsor him or the events that host him as a motivational speaker know that he’s snorting lines in the bathroom beforehand or dealing to half the elites, but that’s between grayson, god, and the blackmailer !

basically grayson showed back up because of violet’s blackmail being exposed. he was off in europe, unable to defend himself, and with a massive vendetta against his family so he decided what better way to reenter society than by publicly outing himself as a martyr <3333 his plan is basically to bash the family name to fulfill whatever angsty coming of age arc he has in store for him to make up for the pain of being sent away .... really angsty yeah </3 rip grayson

anyways yeah he’s a total fake. he’s been using his status as a martyr to his advantage a lot, the best example being his recruitment into the elites. he guilted them into accepting him by discussing the PR benefits of recruiting a member that struggles with addiction and how supporting addiction treatment and second chances would be such a good look for them. like he basically threatened to publicly expose them for denying him due to his troubled past and accuse them of being exclusionary so they said boop ! ur in. now the elites are proud advocates for second chances <3333

i would describe grayson as fearless, overconfident, infamous due to his condition being exposed recently, a little gloomy, he’s kind of just got this chip on his shoulder and feels like he has something to prove....he’s gotta be better than his parents, gotta stick it to them and to violet and to everyone who doubts him. he’s a grumpy guy with a massive vendetta and a need for some kind of justice. he just doesn’t know what that is yet. despite all of the bad, however, he’s genuinely a pretty good guy. he’s really goofy and a genuine person, pretty friendly with literally everyone until they give him a reason not to be. basically, unless you are a member of the jeon family he probably likes you or is at least cordial to you (unless we plot differently ofc but u know). he’s just a big lovable dummy with some sweet drug connects and a knack for poetry. he also knows calligraphy but that’s beside the point .

idk if this is enough to describe him but yeah if u have any questions just let me know hehe

this is probably gonna make things hard but considering violet was just exposed i think that he’s pretty new to yale ???? like probably just transferred in/started this spring semester rather than being here for the entire year/a prolonged amount of time so most of our plots will likely have to be newer/center on him first showing up OR we can establish their connections from pre-europe which is also fine w me....idk i didnt rlly think this timeline through so let’s just plot and see what happens aghbfjnd anyways i included some connection ideas to help us all just in case

wanted connections

i’d say he’s the honorary dealer of the elites aghbdfjn so literally anyone who needs a plug could be a potential connection. we can obviously tweak this and customize it to each character <3

maybe someone who met grayson in europe. they could have travelled together for an extended period of time or even just a brief encounter. he was over there for four years, so the possibilities are endless.

building off the last one, this same connection could work with a romantic interest. maybe they were romantically involved for a time in europe and fell out of touch or maybe grayson/your muse just left in the middle of the night and they never saw each other again until now and maybe there’s some unresolved feelings/one-sided longing or need for closure. it could also be that they just hooked up whenever this person was in the area and that was that, no strings attached.

maybe someone who genuinely believes that grayson is actually sober and really admires his strength and idk maybe they’re struggling w their own issues and seek advice from him or maybe they just make it harder for him to actually do his thing bc they’re constantly around and it’s not like they can catch him strung out and acting up

someone in the literature department or with a background in english or writing. someone he could read poetry to, or share his favorite lines with. someone who’s taken the same professors and can tell him who to watch out for or what to expect. idk i just want him to have someone to share his passions with. maybe a little crush is forming? maybe they’re just friends who share a love of fiction? idk i’m open to literally anything

he’s sort of a motivational speaker now bc he advocates for rehabilitation resources and stuff so like maybe ur muse saw him give a presentation or participate in some kind of seminar and they called bullshit on him after the show bc they were like,,, bro i literally saw u partying w max and avery last weekend what the fuck are u on about and now they could potentially hold that blackmail over his head hehe......

exes plots are always fun we love angst in this house

fuck it let’s bring another family member BHJFNGKM no but grayson rlly is a nurturing guy and like....definitely develops unhealthy attachments to cope w his loss of family so he’d love all the sibling-like bonds he can get to kinda numb the pain of “””””losing””””” violet

if none of these interest you i’m literally so down for anything pls just let me know and i’m happy to brainstorm always <333333

thank u for reading this....smooch .

#anyways this is just under 1900 words whoops #stream of consciousness wins again #intro #literally dont even have my tags sorted yet dont talk to me .

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punkscowardschampions · 3 years

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Ronnie & Joe

Ronnie: [a phone number]

Ronnie: found you your own special plug

Joe: Can’t wait to get gang-raped by whoever this is

Joe: or maybe it’s a phishing scam, what route have you gone down 🤔

Ronnie: route of she can be your number 8 cos youre such a bike

Joe: it’s that kind of hook-up

Ronnie: pay for the gear if you cant get it up soft lad she looks fuck all like your ma

Ronnie: couldnt track down no more of her bastards for you soz

Joe: taking your role that seriously?

Joe: alright

Ronnie: getting out of it

Ronnie: she can babysit you

Joe: she probably lost custody of her own so

Joe: nice of you on all fronts

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: what, your dealer don’t like me or something

Ronnie: how the fuck would i know like

Ronnie: and how would he you legged it out of there soon as he showed

Joe: no shit I did

Ronnie: ordeals over now baby go cry to your new mammy about it

Joe: unlikely

Joe: but it ain’t my ordeal so

Ronnie: they ll swab & treat him he ll be sound

Joe: give a shit about him

Ronnie: if youve got something to say

Joe: I just said it

Joe: I don’t care about him

Ronnie: you dont care about me fuck off with your heroics

Joe: you didn’t want swooping up and saving, don’t mean I don’t give a fuck

Ronnie: your student loan aint gonna cover both our habits youd have me dopesick cause youre fucking jealous that means you dont

Joe: you’re jealous

Joe: and I said, didn’t stop you, didn’t say you had to

Joe: what’s fun about something oozing and itching in your pants, that’s all

Ronnie: of what

Joe: of every boring ex I have or will ever have

Ronnie: you wish

Ronnie: get em in a room together and they aint even jealous of each other

Joe: I know

Joe: x2

Ronnie: you dont know shit mckenna

Joe: so today I’m green

Joe: not the know-it-all smug college kid

Joe: nice to know how to play it

Ronnie: smug is right whenever i aint gonna suck your dick cause you can read music

Joe: that’s all that’s stopping you?

Ronnie: nah remember its the death wish attention whoring & mommy issues

Ronnie: cant both be functioning junkies youd have fuck all else to get a boner about

Joe: how long have you been doing heroin

Ronnie: youve got loads of catching up to do

Joe: yeah, so I don’t know why you’re acting like I’m being high and mighty

Joe: it’s literally been days

Ronnie: cause you are

Joe: no I’m not, just ‘cos I’d rather not suck dick when I have the funds

Joe: would you do it if you had the cash, that’s just stupid

Ronnie: youve been comparing me to any & every cunt since we met

Joe: like you don’t shit on me any and every chance you get

Joe: you were acting like them, the whole none of my shit is real because yours is SO real, that’s her whole bit

Ronnie: you cant stop fucking doing it even now fucks sake

Ronnie: i shit on you for you its not like i have any cunt to compare you to

Joe: alright, if you’re that sensitive about it

Joe: I’ll really stop

Joe: there 🤐

Ronnie: fuck you

Joe: nah, that was a dick move, alright

Joe: let me make it up to you

Ronnie: youre crying shes a patronising cunt guess what youre right there too

Joe: alright, I deserve that

Ronnie: drop dead

Ronnie: yeah its been days days of me giving you whatever the fuck you ask for

Joe: I know

Joe: so what do you want, seriously

Joe: I’ll do it, make it happen, whatever

Ronnie: like fuck can you make anything happen

Ronnie: youre like every other doss cunt i know theres your comparison

Joe: Probably am

Joe: but you’re the only person I’ve met who feels close to whatever the fuck I am

Joe: there’s the truth

Ronnie: whichever of your exes that worked on is more west than either of us

Joe: Oh I can easily be that dickhead and tell you how crazy they all were

Ronnie: go ed

Joe: the second to last one was the worst

Joe: full-on stalked and harassed the last one like, for no reason

Joe: she also messed with all my shit in a way she thought would send me into an OCD spiral because she didn’t get it

Joe: and when she started hooking up with some other kid she’d send me pics like I’d be 💔

Joe: that’s just after, that was all kind of amusing in a boring way, she was less amusing to be with but more mental

Ronnie: shouldve had some tips off her for the stalking bullshit its probably not too late to send her a dm

Ronnie: ones ive got from this is i dont have to bother learning the alphabet cos id be better off fucking with your record collection by smashing it up & child porn does fuck all for you

Joe: that is my thing, turning up uninvited to fuck everything up

Joe: she might go for it

Joe: exactly, both good to know, yeah 😏

Joe: all pretty basic and vanilla but still, annoying as shit

Ronnie: unless you can get me to do it for you yeah

Ronnie: dinners at what like 7

Joe: you’re gonna ruin my happy uni home?

Joe: oh no

Joe: be there be 7, eating at 8, apparently

Joe: time to ‘mingle’ as she put it which sounds suspicious af

Ronnie: fucking hell

Ronnie: thank christ i already hate you

Joe: saves times, energy less so

Joe: your mate is up for it, unless he’s a convincing liar, which I could see

Ronnie: what energy do you want name it theres gear thatll give us it

Ronnie: he is but i cant see the con shes got fuck all any cunt wants other than pasta shapes & mariahs likely on a diet

Joe: 🤤 and not over her appetizers, like

Joe: there’ll only be the 6 of us so we’ll need entertainment

Ronnie: lad flatmates bringing a bitch

Ronnie: shes gonna need something to get her through it or something she can use to end it

Joe: yeah he has a missus

Joe: even though him and Sophie belong together as the most average whitebread couple ever

Ronnie: make it happen then

Joe: where’s my bow and arrow

Joe: their 💘 ain’t my problem

Ronnie: you said you could do whatever and we needed entertainment

Ronnie: put all that money where your mouth is

Joe: you’re well sweet

Joe: you want her to be living her best life

Joe: dunno if I can hack being his shoulder to cry on in the interim

Ronnie: your teeth wont have time to rot before you choke on em talking to me like that

Joe: go on then

Ronnie: you owe me i dont owe you

Joe: I thought you’d ask for something better

Joe: but your loss

Ronnie: yours youre thinking about it

Joe: I get it, you want it to be hell living here

Ronnie: i dont wanna have to ask

Joe: for what

Ronnie: anything

Joe: why not

Ronnie: you think you can read my mind or some shit

Joe: I’d like to

Joe: and I think you get me, and yeah, I think I get you more than the bullshit mommy issues attention whore comment that was to get a reaction

Joe: I don’t think we’re twin flames just because we share some DNA, I’m not that kind of delusional, believe it or not

Ronnie: cause weve shared a needle though yeah

Joe: I get it, another kid with a habit, you’ve met hundreds

Joe: it is different though

Joe: tell me it isn’t

Ronnie: different cos its a habit you didnt have days ago

Joe: it’s not your fault

Joe: for good or bad

Joe: you didn’t spike me without asking

Ronnie: i didnt say that

Ronnie: i said thats why its different

Joe: yeah

Ronnie: nobody did any of this shit for me i dont know why im doing it for you

Joe: do you want to, or do you think you need to

Ronnie: what the fuck does it matter

Joe: you either fuck with me, you like fucking with me or you think you’ve got to protect me or some bollocks

Ronnie: protect you from the needle i stuck in your arm yeah that makes loads of sense

Joe: from getting a bad dose, being beat up by one of your dealers

Ronnie: i just wanted a front row seat

Ronnie: im not gonna get one when your family finds out

Joe: that’s fine by me

Joe: you reckon they’ll fly me home for an intervention then?

Joe: shouldn’t be surprising how oblivious they are

Ronnie: i dont care what they do to try & fix it youll be at rock bottom by then

Joe: they won’t try, they don’t

Joe: just because I weren’t shooting up doesn’t mean I haven’t been doing plenty other fucked shit for ages without it ever being a conversation

Joe: one of the kids that they took in, is a walking skeleton

Joe: can’t get her to eat, some reason don’t do anything but try to reason with her like she’s reasonable, never mind the rest

Ronnie: no shit they dont i was proof of it before you or her

Ronnie: in the same town with the same name she fucking gave me and still out of sight out of mind

Joe: precisely

Joe: so if you’re hoping fucking me up will get her to come about then you shouldn’t bother, honestly

Joe: save yourself that disappointment

Ronnie: it aint about her paying attention

Joe: good

Ronnie: you wanna know me i only want you to know what it feels like

Joe: then let’s do it

Ronnie: nah i was rem to reckon it was worth shit

Ronnie: it aint

Ronnie: you aint

Ronnie: youre never gonna have your head wrecked how mine is and i cant be arsed to put the time in fucking you up in the selfish special way i need when you keep pure loving it like

Joe: is that not indicative of how I’m already quite fucked enough

Joe: just because it’s not abandonment based

Joe: what normal cunt would love any of this, even contact you again after the first

Ronnie: fuck no

Ronnie: youre living your best life and it makes me wanna hang myself

Joe: Christ, you’re up yourself, aren’t you

Ronnie: &

Joe: you want me to roll my sleeves up again and show you the recent damage?

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: [pics]

Ronnie: [obvs gotta send him some back]

Joe: [a straight up new one like just did it]

Ronnie: [ofc she has to also like this is a competition]

Joe: [hope you started small so you have somewhere to go ‘cos the vibe]

Ronnie: [knowing y’all you didn’t but it won’t stop you and I will be forever on edge]

Joe: [so grim, don’t pass out]

Ronnie: [or end up needing stitches]

Joe: [probably do them yourselves, ick]

Joe: do you fucking get it yet

Ronnie: why do you care

Joe: why do you think

Ronnie: i keep telling you i dont

Joe: braindead sounds ideal

Ronnie: horse girl not about to suffocate you

Joe: she would if I let her, like

Joe: 🍈🍈

Ronnie: wait til theres a chance ill choke on my vomit next time christ

Joe: so lay back and I’ll tell you some more

Ronnie: ok go

Joe: [go on about Sophie in a way I shall not even bother but let us assume it is crude and rude af]

Ronnie: [we’re not into poor Soph but they clearly are]

Joe: [just fuck and get it out the way lads, so rude to everyone else rn]

Ronnie: [honestly, but hopefully at this dinner party because Jamie jealousy will be off the charts]

Joe: [Charlie gon have to keep quiet ‘til you home lmao]

Joe: Any luck?

Ronnie: got no pasta shapes in my system have i

Ronnie: but why the fuck are you not lurking to save me

Joe: you want me to swallow the bile for you then, okay

Joe: the last one looked deep

Ronnie: deep enough if you wanna pussy out and spit instead

Joe: I don’t

Joe: where are you

Ronnie: dorothys

Joe: he in?

Joe: if I have to show him it’s brotherly concern you’ll only die quicker

Ronnie: nosey cunt wouldve stopped me

Joe: Yeah

Joe: I can say sorry if you want or I can just come patch you up and not lie first

Ronnie: i dont need your help

Joe: I know

Joe: purely wanna save you for my own complex and to be loving life even harder

Ronnie: wank off about the sos from the other day thats it i cant top you carrying me out til the bleeding stops

Joe: I’m coming over

Joe: you’ve got time to lock the door if you really don’t want me to come in

Joe: can get my own shattered glass without breaking his windows

Ronnie: he must like you to have given you his address

Ronnie: but not enough to overshare the door dont lock cos i broke it 💔

Joe: or am I better stalker than you give credit

Joe: thanks for the tip, baby

Ronnie: youd have been waiting for me to get here not the other way round

Joe: You do want me to read your mind

Joe: maybe a lobotomy will help

Ronnie: hot

Ronnie: reading your mind you want me to pass out before you fuck me but its not that deep

Joe: the wound or the vIbEzzZ

Ronnie: this your coming out cos you sound like charlie

Joe: just trying to turn you off, don’t want blood to gush out

Ronnie: liar youd be made up to see that

Joe: not hiding in the bushes yet

Joe: slow down

Ronnie: youre used to being the big brother i get it

Joe: Something like that

Ronnie: i know how to ride a bike without stabilisers or whatever the fuck

Joe: and tie your shoes

Joe: it’s alright, we’ve established I’m not a paedo

Joe: what can’t you do then

Ronnie: err what a nonce would say

Ronnie: read music we also fucking established

Joe: you teach me how to shoot myself up, I’ll teach you how to

Ronnie: not a fair swap i dont need to learn how

Joe: You don’t wanna be a babysitter either, so you’ve said

Ronnie: you dont like me any more or what

Joe: Of course I do

Joe: You got me my own dealer first

Ronnie: you asked me to 1st

Joe: How did I?

Ronnie: what else is ? for a plug without giving a fuck if ive rattled myself into a ditch

Joe: If I talked to you as much as I felt like

Joe: You’d tell me to fuck off more than you already do

Joe: I’ve got no clue where the line is, how much you want me to care

Ronnie: what line

Ronnie: i dont want you to care

Joe: Tough shit

Joe: I didn’t ask you to get me a dealer

Ronnie: you fucking did

Joe: I just didn’t wanna see you suck dick on my behalf, alright, that’s all

Joe: what you do for yourself is your business

Ronnie: calm down nothing i do is for you

Joe: 👌

Ronnie: dont call her then

Joe: you on commission?

Ronnie: 🖕

Joe: If I do, you’ll still have to see me

Ronnie: youll see me bleed out on the kitchen floor 1st

Joe: You’re a pro, I know you’re being overly-dramatic

Ronnie: at opening as many veins as itll take to not have to see you again yeah

Joe: to make me hurry*

Joe: I’m on the tube

Joe: you have to live in the middle of nowhere

Ronnie: no fixed address i told you

Joe: ❗️

Joe: if there’s a break-up or a thruple, you can have the extra room

Joe: makes sense now

Ronnie: it dont make sense you reckon we can afford any extras however far out

Joe: like you said, she’ll get homesick and chuck it in even if Marc won’t dump his girlfriend

Ronnie: if she does youll be homeless too like unless his missus is gonna cover the costs of the en suite for you

Joe: you can have my room, it’s the smallest

Joe: they can have the en-suite palace and I’ll take theirs, which is not next to the others 👌

Ronnie: not that youve thought loads about it

Joe: if you heard her disney playlist everyday, you’d think about it as well

Ronnie: id think about killing her or myself not a cosy little bed swap

Ronnie: shed never hack living with me nor would you

Joe: well that thought is never far from the front of my mind

Joe: if you need the bed, you know it’s yours

Ronnie: get it through your head i need fuck all from you

Joe: yeah, yeah

Ronnie: theres this way of living when youre not inside your ma in every possible sense course you aint heard about it

Joe: you need to prove you’re self-sufficient ‘cos no one’s ever given a shit about you but Charlie and the other one

Joe: I’m aware you’ve made it to your old age without me, you’re alright

Ronnie: i need to be it the only proofs im not dead yet baby

Ronnie: you need me to be old cos im not in a fucking coma & you cant get it up else

Joe: I’d rather be in the coma myself but you can be too

Joe: not calling dibs

Ronnie: oldest gets 1st dibs

Joe: *until the youngest cries about it so much you get told to give in to shut ‘em up

Ronnie: try me

Joe: you know you can’t hack my crying

Joe: does your head in SO much

Ronnie: save it for when you need lube or horse girl is gonna be coming after you with the leftover glue so you can never fucking leave her

Joe: come at you with the needle and sew us together, babe

Joe: unlucky

Ronnie: more than unlucky if i cant bust a stitch open to be the dead girl you want

Joe: you’re the dead girl I want already come on

Ronnie: til i teach you how to 💉 yourself

Joe: nah

Ronnie: 💘

Joe: looking well deformed these days, my one

Ronnie: could cut it out know youd be made up for the matching needlework

Joe: you play mad professor I’ll play corpse

Ronnie: long as i dont have to play nice

Joe: know what you take me for, actually, but no

Joe: obviously not

Ronnie: cant take you anywhere even if i did wanna

Joe: god imagine the dent in your street cred, sis

Ronnie: if i could cry i obviously would

Joe: repression or fucked tear ducts from all the 😭 you been doing

Ronnie: what im that baby faced youre taking me for a newborn now

Joe: nah, mr i don’t fuck kids here, remember

Joe: plus kids are always calling 999 by mistake and they’d get there before me

Joe: maybe, depends how many people have stabbed other people today

Ronnie: id have got the numbers up but ive been busy like

Joe: gotta make time for you, babes

Joe: it’s called self-care

Ronnie: ask me what with

Ronnie: shittest stalker ever you are

Joe: go on

Joe: school us

Ronnie: cant cry cos when i was linking you with a plug you dont want i was getting myself linked with your meds

Ronnie: best guess as a better stalker than you & less basic white girl than your crazy ex

Joe: 💡 fairplay

Joe: won’t tell you any other side-affects, see if you can guess ‘em right

Ronnie: i wasnt gonna take em but you want me to get you so bad

Joe: yeah misunderstood white boy is selling less these days

Joe: help a brother out

Ronnie: fuck all has happened so i probably cant

Joe: 💔 oh well

Joe: they’re nothing exciting, even though I managed to get the highest dosage they’ll do

Ronnie: maybe mines off for not giving you the benefit of the doubt when i could continue reckoning youre such a pussy

Joe: you’ll forget by tomorrow, no problem

Ronnie: neither brother is gonna let me if they walk in on me microdosing theyll reckon its a getting well party and get the deccies out

Joe: only so many times you can just kidding that ‘fore it gets old

Joe: we’ll go out, when I get there

Ronnie: where you kidnapping me to baby

Joe: I know enough to know it’s all wrong turns and blindfolds, not giving you a map

Ronnie: if its a&e no cunts finding your body even with a map

Joe: piss off

Ronnie: give us a clue

Joe: I’ll mark it with an X if you do me

Ronnie: if you ever fucking get here

Joe: if we were sewn together this wouldn’t be a problem

Ronnie: wanting to look like twins so nobodyll give a shit that you wanna fuck me would be something youd think about on the tube mckenna

Joe: they run in my old man’s DNA so have to look for those bastards instead

Joe: all I know about hers is addiction

Ronnie: course he does fuck alls your own idea

Ronnie: if hes got a sister even a meff nancy drew like youll be able to find bastards they had together

Joe: loads, Catholic, remember

Joe: twins kid is black though so process of elimination

Ronnie: cute how that runs in your family too like

Joe: guess so

Joe: not like it’s that crazy a concept

Ronnie: not like youve ever met an irish catholic who werent a saint yeah

Joe: it’s a fucked place to live

Joe: really third world in that respect

Ronnie: your real da is who you wanna look for if hes got no bastards going about its cos he cant knock anyone up

Joe: that your all men are pigs stance

Joe: alright courtney calm down

Joe: I’m out now anyway, don’t need a real mum or dad to come rescue us from the priests and that

Ronnie: nah its a fact unless his twin kept going up the backstreet or he was only sticking it in her other 2 holes

Joe: they didn’t really grow up together

Joe: he left when he was 15

Joe: maybe she was a late bloomer, happy days

Ronnie: 💔 your ma wasn’t then i wouldnt be here

Joe: no dig about how you’re dying now anyway ‘cos I’m taking so long?

Joe: you must be fading fast and not just being a dramatic bitch

Joe: good thing I’m in [wherever we ended up locating y’all] now

Ronnie: shut up i said its not that deep

Ronnie: youre the dramatic bitch legging it here for a fucking scratch

Joe: you wanted me to

Ronnie: you want to i dont give a shit

Joe: right, that’s what I meant

Ronnie: you can stop with the gay shit i told you hes not here

Joe: gays don’t own sarcasm

Ronnie: they own getting attached to cunts fast who dont care

Joe: awh, you being replaced rn?

Ronnie: horse girl wishes

Joe: Can’t catch a break or a man that one

Ronnie: after a pity fuck with you who knows what shed catch

Joe: you wanna infect her by-proxy, you’re so blatant

Ronnie: i shouldve got you to bring her my bloods everywhere

Joe: adding her puke to the mix would make it interesting, sure

Joe: bet she knows first aid

Ronnie: if youre too pussy to break my ribs yourself get back on the tube

Joe: threaten me with a good time

Ronnie: i just did

Joe: without meaning it, yeah

Ronnie: try and hurt me i mean it

Joe: [why do y’all always set the tension so high lads lmao, we know but]

Ronnie: [me and my boo here like calm down you can’t hook up yet but they are both like !!!!]

Joe: [shouldn’t have let you get on that train sir but you would so]

Ronnie: [I shouldn’t let her open her mouth ever but here we are]

Joe: [forreal lmao]

Ronnie: [gotta draw an x on him in her blood when he shows up before we can do a more permanent one however we are either as a scar or tattoo so soz for increasing the tension even more lol]

Joe: [just got to stare at her for ages and then shove her away very dramatically ‘cos you can’t, head through to whichever room she was bleeding in to assess/gawp at]

Ronnie: [she’s gotta lol like well if that’s the best you can do at trying to hurt me I’m not worried]

Joe: [‘whaddya use?’ and just going through this flat as if you’ve been here before/were invited by anyone but Ronnie vaguely because manners can’t matter when we’ve gone this far already]

Ronnie: ['what, you didn't

touch yourself enough on the tube?' but we are obvs showing him whatever we did use because it's just another way to flirt and we can use it to make that x happen so]

Joe: [shakes head ‘spill too much and they emergency stop’ and a look like do I look like I wanna be on a psychward but in a 😏 don’t answer that way, doing our own tallies with it, of course]

Ronnie: ['we're walking then' like where are you taking me don't get comfy bitch]

Joe: [little disbelieving lol like excuse me princess ‘your carriage was unavailable’

Ronnie: ['no shit the horse is dead busy']

Joe: [‘I ain’t taking you to a stable’]

Ronnie: ['that's where we ain't going, now tell me where the fuck we are' because we're like an excited kid about this]

Joe: [it’s cute and we clearly think so even if we’re distracting ourselves with this self-harm so we don’t go too far, unrelated but I haven’t thought where yous are going lmao but I’m vibing something London but something she wouldn’t have done, something music related, also if it has like, kid vibes, bonus, I’ll have to look so just keeping tight-lipped to be annoying and surveying the bloody carnage he’s now added to ‘you want to clean up?’]

Ronnie: [it'd be cute if there was something like thinktank but for music instead of science but idk if that exists anyways in answer to that question she's just gonna remove her top or whatever like yeah it do have blood on even though we know that's not what he means because we're still in a flirty mood despite how annoying his non reply is]

Joe: [that’s what I’m vibing but likewise have no idea, I’m sure there is shit though and you could find it Joseph, anyway, truly the this is fine meme about that ‘cos you can’t turn away 😳 but also boy don’t, moving like you’re gonna come close to her though]

Ronnie: [soz Charlie cos she shamelessly threw her top on the floor and isn't gonna clean up any of this blood even on herself like I literally should say she goes to the sink and then to get clean clothes but instead we all know she's just gonna take Joe's jacket or whatever and put that on, thank god he's all about the layers]

Joe: [god bless the grunge

aesthetic, ‘do you do it in front of him?’ and touching the cuts that are still showing ‘cos you know there’s some still, and it is like when and where do you do this when you do not have a room lmao]

Ronnie: ['yeah' leaving it up to him whether he wants to think it's in an attention whore way cos we're still annoyed at that call out lol but realistically it's just because of how long they've known each other and how they be living, she's not actively trying to upset Charlie that much most of the time]

Joe: [‘does he do it?’ ‘cos we can’t imagine it from the little we know but also can’t imagine him just chilling if he isn’t as fucked as them]

Ronnie: [the facial expression equivalent of his amused lol earlier because no]

Joe: [dropping it even though you find this odd like don’t worry boy, the tea is he is getting over it and wanting her to stop, pulling the jacket sleeve to take her out the door like come on]

Ronnie: ['he knows what'll happen if he tries to stop me' cos you can't tell me that when they were younger he didn't do exactly that and she went ballistic but more importantly HOW DARE YOU BOO because that is 1000% a Fraze move and I'm dead]

Joe: [yes I thought it was legit for a parallel, enjoy the long trip back to central guys]

Ronnie: [idk how we are gonna stop you hooking up to fill the time other than the other people in close proximity lol]

Joe: [maybe a uni/work obligation can come in and he has to go like legit ‘cos that’d kill this off]

Ronnie: [personally devastated that means an iou for this cute date but I love how fuming she would be at never finding out where they were going]

Ronnie: [not to mention the not at all casual and public domestic they’d have would be such a fat mood and show she cares when she’s literally like umm what the fuck do you mean you’re leaving]

Joe: [love how blatant we both are individually]

Ronnie: [hard same]

Joe: They sprung that rehearsal on us last minute

Joe: I already said, I’d give you the funds and you could go do whatever

Ronnie: and i told you to go fuck yourself

Ronnie: or your cello

Joe: I wouldn’t have wasted my time let alone yours if I knew that was gonna happen

Joe: how would you go about fucking a cello, exactly

Ronnie: waste more of your own time figuring it out its your raging hard on for it

Joe: I can’t not go

Joe: they make you sign a bloodoath when you get in basically

Joe: no excuses

Ronnie: youd have found an excuse fast enough if id stuck a needle in your arm

Joe: no, I wouldn’t, ‘cos it wasn’t an option

Joe: there was already enough damage to hide

Ronnie: i dont give a shit what options youve got

Joe: right, tell it to the crowd that amassed, they might believe you a tiny bit more than I do

Joe: I’ll make it up to you, okay

Ronnie: thats what soft cunts wanna hear when you cant hide no more & since you reckon you wont be getting forced into treatment you get to keep your gob shut for all that being sorry bullshit

Joe: make it into something it ain’t ‘cos you can’t hack hearing it

Ronnie: i dont wanna hear from you end of

Joe: alright

Joe: see you around then

Ronnie: 🖕

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though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, JANE MÁRQUEZ is actually a descendent of HYPNOS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-SIX year old DEMIGOD ELEMENTARY EDUCATION MAJOR from NEW ORLEANS, USA has taken after HER godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite SACRIFICIAL & STUBBORN.

( she’s b-b-b-back on her bs : katya ! tis uhm ,,,, a lil bit of a chonk of an intro but ill try 2 b cute w it. any time u wanna yeet jus peep the gif again & forgive me bc Look At Her ! )

POWERS ( more info here )

hypnokinesis — p much made her a glorified babysitter w lynch-esque wacko dreams. it got stronger naturally as she got older, but jus w herself n eventually the ppl shes real close w. its also gotten a lot better since comin to eonia

seeing gods in dreams — she doesnt hang out w em every fridays at tgifs but like ,,, if she had Pertinent Questions she cud smhw make it happen. found out abt her being a demigod at age 10 when she met hypnos

memory retrieval — shes got great memry of her own but bc she knows it can help w grief n all that, shes been learnin in eonia how to do it 4 others if they mayb wanted it

BIO POINTS

her single ma died during childbirth so jane's been in the foster care system since 5ever. attempts at reunification nvr worked out but thankfully she got real lucky w her group home and foster families. twas stable enough to not emotionally scar her even further but the instability of it all was fosho a big ol’ lot and has influenced her rigidness in sum aspects of her life

she lived p much as a mortal even tho her powers r a lil freaky. never went to camp but it worked out bc all her abilities r internal and cannot be Perceived by others. she had a talk w hypnos abt what 2 do n he mentioned camps but also gave sum monster avoidance tips ( like rarely use ur powers, maybe learn self defense, yada yada ) n she jus ,,, did that so she cud continue livin real normal w the mortals. logistics of camp stressed her out esp bc shes livin w non-family n stuff yk it was All Too Much, miss her w the added demigod stress tyvm

got married at 23 to her childhood sweetums luis, but he ,,, died abt a yr later fr a car accident. coma for 2 weeks n jane p much slept the entire time in his hospital room, visitin his dreams n talkin to him. twas a life support sitch so they eventually decided to pull da plug whch was real sad but like she's processed it 2 da best of her abilities. her powers helped a lot in the coping too n she visits memories of him in her dreams smtms when it gets real sad then shes ok again bc life goes on n life is pretty uwu

bc of her bg round kids of all kinds, shes always been passionate abt em. always takin babysittin/tutor gigs and went to community college so she cud teach n then worked as an elem teacher. only started considerin goin 2 eonia 4 postgrad when she had a student who showed signs n strugglez of bein a demigod. she eventually got to talk to their godly parent 2 confirm n she was shocked pikachu meme, real concerned for all those youngins who hav no clue what to do ! or how to cope ! bc they cant facetime w the olympians lyk she can ! so cue her discussin eonia w luis a lot then a year after the accident, broke out the pro-con list again. took abt *checks watch* another yr til she finally decided to zoom 2 athens but then whoosh she did !

PERSONALITY

yearning ? idk her — shes can be a bit of a take it as is typa chick. can be a lil literal jsksj not dumb but like ,,, def doesnt read into things enuff to pine n long n year yk. some things might def fly over her head. she says Yes To Serotonin in this house. she dk the the mitskis n the sikens n the carsons ; its all mary oliver up in this joint. we just tryna luv life n be grateful folkz

le freak, say chic ! — control freak, that is. growin up in an unstable envi meant shed cling 2 stability n independence, wrvr she cud get it. so when it comes 2 the way she does things, she can be real a heel digger. also bc she has 2 deal w kids yk so it can b A Lot n shes v stern lyk dat. ofc she wont infantilize the eonians .,,,. or will she ? big sis vibes outta control. she means well tho always always means well. itll also b v hard to get her 2 giv up on sum1 bc life ? she luvs it n knows u can too

changes by david bowie — is decidedly skipped on the playlist. she doesnt like change !!! i mean she knows its inevitable but still not entire unavoidable. ever since she got out of the system, shes had a partner n her own way of doing things n its been workin out so why change it yk ? she says time may change me but jokes on u i can sorta trace time

rip but im different — this goes out to all em whores in this house. she respectz ur hustle but like ,,,, not her thang. girl doesnt even get drunk when she drinks bc she doesnt rlly drink sksjsk doesnt like the taste of it, big baby ! but like she's Lived, its more like. ok tried it, not for me. thanks tho. also for all the meanies in the house, y’all perplex her. shes empathetic n wont show the judgement but smtms shes lowkey lyk .,., ur how old n u had all this goin 4 u n ur still so rotten ? how u actin like a 7yo w a trantrum ? scratch head, make it make sense

at least u tried — dad jokes, bad puns, tries to be big jokester but isn't funny. she's pretty tho so she gets away with it. idk wht else 2 say ur honor. shes the type thatll embarrass u w affection

well that was Awkward — probably sum1 abt her if they see her actin a Fool bc shes in a foreign sitch or topic. when shes a fish outta water then she can be so ! easily ! flustered ! which is p much her in eonia. shes not new new but theres way 2 much godly shennanigans for her to wrap her head ‘round n sis has never gone to camp so its ice bucket challenge level shock from time to time still w da magics n lore

til death do us part — yknow when death cab for cutie said i knew that u wer a truth i wud rather lose than 2 hav nvr lain beside at all ? how abt when they wrecked me by rudely sayin love is watching sum1 die ? yes ? no ? nywy thats jane 4 ya. if she loves then shes in and if shes in then she is all in, luke danes stylez

was that a vivid enough picture or did i just word vom the same things agen n agen sjksjs jus know shes cute n sweet if a lil frustrating n annoying bc shes stubbornpants mcgee. may or may not have a slight compulsion to help fix other ppl ..,,.. someone set her str8 n tell her fix u by coldplay isnt it !!!

OTHER INFO

5′9″ born 4 october 1994, virgo sun n moon

not a freshie ! idk how long her program is but like ,,, lets ignore that 4 now ok jus kno that she been here a while

yogi & boxing enthusiast back at home. hc her mans got real into the martial arts w her when hypnos told her she gotta learn how 2 defend so that was one of their things : bonding by workouts so jane cud protecc herself if need be

her maiden name’s jane fulton. got her mommas surname but the name jane ? thats some jane doe bs some rando picked out for her which she hated at first but then seeing tarzan made her go hmmm, ok bet !

lgbtq+ alliance president ! identifies as pan

she met her late hubbie when they were abt 7ish, real friends 2 lovers cuteness. jane was there for him throughout his entire coming out & transition ergo her passion for the community esp queer kids bc she was That Cis Ally for her mans. wears her ring as a real lowkey necklace now

shes also real passionate abt sleep. will ask u how did u sleep last night p much every day u see her bc ppl spend like half their lives asleep catherine ofc shes gonna ask

her fave thing abt eonia ? the whole siblings bit. shes had 2 make do w what she got n build a family from scratch so this ? she luvs it a lot let her give u kithes hypnos babies

shes p well versed in the greek thingies but only thru the knowledge mortals gets + dream info. after her realizin who she is, all things ancient greek jus sorta became her niche interest ykwim ? shes not like Super Learned abt it more like ,,, ok i gotta at least make Sum sense outta all this, gotta learn what i can. imagin how embarrassin it wud b 2 see a god in ur dream n then go : sorry to this man. nope. not jane, not her, nuh-uh

luv languages : words, acts of service, physical touch !

useless hcs but she loves disney sfm ok. smtms dresses up as princess tiana for bday parties n shit bc shell do nythin 2 put a smile on the kids n babs faces

ya like jazz ? bc jane surely does ! adores motown & 60s music. nina simone owns her. no one drag peggy lee from 101 dalmatians ! not an important hc but i jus wanted to quote my bubble butt winged bee lover barry

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

children ! infants ! babies !

demigods that make her scratch head damn u live like this ? but also wud knife emoji to protect n care for. shes not the oldest on campus but shes been livin independently p much her entire life so she finks shes got a tight grasp on the myth that is Adulting

srsly tho the Big Sis vibes is off the charts w this one. shell perserve u dumdums

baddie influencies !

convince her 2 get drunk at a party ! bc she never does. convince her to maybe try drugs ! or go hook up ! do smths impulsive idk jus smth new !

gl tho bc shes not rlly ,,, easily influenced But she can b reasoned w ! in general i fink its just gonna be a fun dynamic if y/m knows how to coax sum wildness outta her or w/e bc thotty yummy theyre hotty yolo rzning jus wont do w this gal. will most likely get argumentative like a big ol momma hen but if u win then ur winning big

Sleep Now or forever hold ur peace !

idk sum1 she helps w their messy sleep ? shes def not super public w it, surely knows her other siblings r Better at it but if y’all are close, she probs enjoys doin it 4 ya. she runs her hair thru fingers a lot when she does it. like a lot a lot unless u tell her to get lost

lover boi, lover gorl, lover enby !

she can be a lil traditional when it comes to how she views rels. she wants all that meetcute courting bs ! no gender roles tho n u best be sure shes not constantly comparin w her late hubbie ,,, but she jus wants smth magical n 2 be wooed again yk ?

so yea ,,, crushers mayhaps ? sum1 who is tryin 2 woo her ? sum1 she had a meetcute w and now janes got lowkey heart eyes for em ? idk lotsa possiblities but pls keep in mind she is not good at the flirtings so hav mercy on her

eonia tour guide !

or jus friends who like ,,, constnatly fill her in w all the godly stuff n whatnot. years of not goin 2 camps mean u miss out on a lot ! explore ruins w her n get her info her mortal educ didnt make her privy 2 yk

head real empty atm i will think of sum n let y’all know when i do, but give us all the conekshunz. friends, enemies, the usual bit, lgbtq alliance peeps, lmk whats up whats done whats cookin we want it all

( shes p much a new muse n da result of me tryna bring in an emotionally healthy kid to this sad sad university. janes in a v good well-adjusted place rn n is my therapy muse bc that other bitch m** is a messy handful. but wbk life aint linear so mayhaps shit’ll hit da fan or one of y/m will ruin her lmfao press f pls ! but also color me eyes emoji bc we love to see it )

#euintro

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A Matching Set of His & Hers Regrets: She Wishes

SUMMARY: Eris loves many things. She loves chemistry and the sciences. She loves to watch things blow up. She loves finally getting to live life on her terms. But more than anything, she loves one (1) disaster man she only knows by the code name Ronin.

If only he would realize it...

CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Clint Barton/OFC

WORD COUNT: 1,585

WARNINGS: drunken flirting/kissing (from the other person's pov)

A/N: This is a flipped-POV companion piece, aka Part Two of A Matching Set of His and Hers Regrets. Out of all the writing I've done for Clint/Eris, this is the only piece from our girl's POV. It is a slightly edited version, as it was originally written for someone who knows her backstory and real name (read: myself). However, I haven't gotten to the name reveal yet in my postings, and a couple people have requested part two, so the piece has been tweaked accordingly.

The lounge is loud, booming with the sounds of music and drunken bodies alike. Eris wants to say it's too much for her senses—still wants to be that good, modest girl her parents tried to beat into her—but in truth, she can't help but relish in the pulsing air against her skin and the knowledge that if it weren't for the prototype ear plugs she keeps in out of habit, there would be a high-pitched ringing reverberating in her skull right now.

She's not there long before some lumbering oaf comes swaggering drunkenly up to flirt with her. This is the price she pays for enjoying short shirts and even shorter shorts, but at least this way she gets to control the type of attention on her. Besides, she knows the type of typical clientele Hotel Soteria keeps, and she feels safe in her assumption that she's most likely the smartest person in the place at any given time, save for the staff.

The Oaf makes some type of joke, she wasn't paying that much attention honestly—she rarely does, her mind caught spinning on one experiment or another she's been considering the past few days—but it's funny, and just self-depreciating enough that his self-awareness makes her laugh loudly. She supposes it wouldn't be so bad to flirt with him and see where the night might take her. She deserves a night to take her mind off things.

So Eris does what she does best—well, one of the things she does best: she plays the sultry fool. It's only too easy to get the man to believe she's far more interested than she actually is. Poor guy, he's actually rather nice, if a bit overbearing and none-too-intelligent. Honestly, she's bored of him already, but Eris is intent on distracting herself. She needs to stop with all her wishful thinking, and just live in the present.

After all, Heaven is high, and the emperor is far away.

A prickle at the back of her neck tells her there's someone watching her, but it's gone the next second. And really, Eris can't bring herself to care at that point in time; she's safe so long as she's in the Hotel, and she's not so drunk so soon that she could be talked into leaving the premises.

Oaf offers to refill her drink, and she figures it's all right so long as she keeps an eye on him. They're not far from the bar and The Bartender looks out for the women whenever he can, so she's not too worried.

Then, a strong arm sneaks around her waist and steals her away into the shadows of a forgotten corridor. A heavy breath washes over the sensitive skin of her neck, and then her captor is nuzzling against the shell of her ear. And Eris melts as she hears the one voice she always hopes for.

"Hey sweetheart. Fancy meeting you here."

The whispers are husky and low, with a hard edge that makes Eris shiver and grip the arm around her stomach harder. Ronin must have seen her flirting with someone else tonight and found he didn't much care for it.

She revels in the jealousy-tinged affection from him for one moment, then two. Then, she twists around in his arms to meet glassy-eyed adoration face to face. She knows she should step back, let him get some air. She knows that he's probably not himself right now, that he's been drinking too much. Eris knows she knows this.

But then Eris sees his smile.

It's the same smile he gave her when they first met—when she introduced herself and the first words he said to her were 'you look like you're going to be trouble. I can't wait to find out what kind.' It's the same smile he gave her after their first kiss along the Italian coastline shortly after. The same one he suppresses after every kiss they've shared since. Ronin wears it openly now, though. As blinding and beautiful as she always remembers it.

She would do anything for that smile, and she knows it.

"Looked like you were in need of a more, uh, let's say stimulating conversation partner."

Ronin's never been the smoothest talker, but she thinks it's a part of his charm—so endearingly honest that Eris can't help but fall for every fumbling attempt at flirtation.

"Oh, I'm sure stimulation was exactly what was on your mind."

He hums an amused, but noncommittal noise, too distracted by the feel of her skin, if his wandering hands are any indication. She's just about to tease him some more, when Ronin does something he's never done before...

He kisses her first.

It's a brief thing, barely a graze of lips against hers. His tongue darts out to flick enticingly at her lip ring before he not-quite leans back, still a scant inch between them and his eyes locked hungrily on the way her teeth tug at the flesh of her lower lip.

She doesn't take a moment this time to revel in his look. Eris simply surges up on the tips of her toes and captures him in a kiss like she's done so many times before.

There's an eager need in the press of his lips—a desperate hunger in the way his mouth moves against hers. She can't help the moan that escapes her at the feel of him. One hand begins to roam while the other finds its way into Ronin's hair, and before she knows it she's tugging just hard enough to elicit needy whines and whimpers from him. The sounds send a thrill through her like nothing else.

Eris is far from dominating in the bedroom; she knows that about herself well enough by now. But there's something heady in knowing she can make the unflappable marksman make such sounds.

Ronin curses when she tugs again, something high and wanting that she can't bring herself to remember in the moment. It feels like her thoughts are lost in a haze of realized desires that Eris can't quite find the will to drag herself out of.

"Have I ever told you how fucking beautiful you are? Jesus Christ, the things you do to me."

And with that clearly unintended stream of words, the haze of wishful thinking clears away and reminds her of what's real.

Eris knows Ronin feels the same way about her. She's waited time and time again for his rejection, seen him turn down plenty of other pretty suitors with kind words and no care for sparing their feelings. He never does that with her. He deflects and misdirects, but never does he let her pull away once she's close enough to be within his reach.

The problem is that she's not sure he knows it.

In letting his jealousy tip his hand, Eris had thought maybe he had finally realized it himself. But now she sees that it had just been the alcohol all along.

She knew this, but she had hoped...

"You've been drinking, Francis."

It's a quiet statement—neither question nor accusation, but simple fact. Try as she might to keep the disappointment from her voice, Eris can tell from the confused hurt in his eyes at the sound of his false name that she failed.

"Yeah, and?" Ronin's voice tips precariously into petulant, which makes Eris have to suppress a smile with her next words.

"And it makes me wonder if this is something you really want to be doing." She aimed for cool and detached. Too bad she can't tell whether or not she succeeded from the snort he gives in reply.

Taking advantage of the effort she's putting in to make this entire conversation seem effortless, Ronin darts forward to steal another kiss, smirking at his victory and brushing his nose against hers even as she delivers a sharp tug and a nip as a means of telling him to behave. "Really? Of all the times to worry about whether I really want you, you choose now?"

Again, Eris aims for nonchalant, even thinks she manages to hit it this time, and she scolds herself for every second she keeps a hand in his hair, keeps herself pressed against him. She knows she should move away, divorce herself from the temptation of fantasy he currently offers her and walk away. Instead, she explains herself, knowing in the morning it won't matter.

"I just don't want the booze to be what's choosing me here. If I'm going to get you to return my feelings, then it's gonna be with you sober and realizing it."

She gives him one more bright, forced smile; presses in for one more soft kiss. Then, Eris steps out of the warm embrace of Ronin's arms and forces herself to take a step back, then another. Taking him in one more time, she can't help the curl of her lips as she takes in his face.

One more cheeky comment can't hurt, right?

"Oh yeah, and good luck getting all that black lipstick off without a mirror."

With one last wink and a laugh, Eris turns around and escapes, but not back to the lounge. As quick as she can, she makes it to the lobby and lets her face fall. Just one step at a time, back to the safety of her room. That's all she needs. Then she can fall asleep and let a brand new day greet her.

She only hopes that he'll forget this in the morning.

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need-a-fugue · 4 years

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Why Not? - Chapter Two

Summary: With a garage to run and a young daughter to, well… run after, Bucky Barnes doesn’t exactly have time for dating. And with his relationship track record – and the constant meddling of a certain overbearing best friend – he’s not so sure that’s a bad thing. But then he meets Annie – a rather insistent, pretty damn cute fellow car enthusiast – and it’s got him asking himself, despite all his hesitations, why not?

Author’s Note: Written for Little Darlin’s Mystery AU Challenge. Thanks to @sourpatchkidsandacokecan for triggering this… sprawling thing simply by supplying me with the prompt of Mechanic!AU for Bucky. It’s taken on a life of its own already… look at what you’ve done!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings: Bit of angst, mostly fluff.

Chapter Two

“We just want to check the throttle shafts,” Bucky murmurs, bent low and looming over her tiny shoulder, pointing at the carburetor. “See? Right here. See that groove in it?” He cocks his head to watch her as she closely investigates, bright blue eyes a mirror of his own as they narrow, searching for the divot. A hint of her bubblegum tongue peeks out from the corner of her mouth as she tries to find the elusive mark. He feels a sudden swell of warmth collect in his center – in his chest, where this precious little girl lives, forever entwined with his heart – and the corner of his mouth pulls up into a crooked grin.

She nods firmly, one single, definitive bob of her head. “Yep.”

He pulls upright, dropping a steadying hand to her back as she leans even closer to get a better look. “That is our problem.”

“Oooh,” she breathes out, tone utterly genuine.

He takes a step back and watches as she gingerly pokes at the carb, careful not press too hard with her perfectly pudgy forefinger. And again he smiles, crooked and wistful, as he thinks back to the very first thing his father ever taught him about cars – and damn was there a lot that the old man had taught him. It was how to clean the carburetor. He was nine, maybe ten years old. And since that time he’d cleaned out, rebuilt, and replaced hundreds of carbs.

Of course, most of today’s cars are different beasts altogether, fuel-injection engines taking over and all but eliminating the pleasant pastime of solving puzzles like this. Nowadays it seems like he barely gets to solve anything at all. With a million and a half electronic sensors over every inch of every vehicle, always spinning out error codes and warnings, most of his time at the shop is spent plugging in a computer to read an error and then ordering some ridiculously expensive new sensor for a pain-in-the-ass repair that should take little more than twenty minutes, yet somehow takes up the whole damn day because some genius engineer decided to bury the tiny damn sensor under a dozen other damn parts that are damn near impossible to remove!

If Bucky had a dollar – even just one measly little dollar – for every time he chucked a tool and stormed off in frustration when working on some Mercedes or Audi or other fancy piece-of-shit car, well, he’d be able to buy Steve out of his half of the garage.

He’s pulled suddenly from his wandering reverie by the steady tap-tap of hard-soled shoes on the concrete floor. He straightens quickly, tearing his eyes away from his little girl just long enough to catch a glimpse of the woman approaching.

A subtle, ahem falls from her lips, followed by an almost nervous sounding, “Oh, hi,” when she sees him peek out from behind the car. “Hi.”

Bucky recognizes the woman immediately, despite the form-fitted suit and classy looking heels she’s wearing in lieu of her more typical cutoff shorts and T-shirt. “Hey,” he says, wide grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Bronco, right?”

She nods, bright smile splitting her face and setting off the deep dimples that he – for some inexplicable reason – remembered resided on either side of that pretty, full-lipped mouth. “Yeah. Yeah, you remember me?”

“Course,” he says with a nod of his own, his hand falling down to the shoulder of the little girl beside him, tugging her back a bit as she pitches forward on her stool and nearly topples into the engine compartment. “’75 Bronco wagon,” he announces, casually righting the kid and holding her steady without ever taking his eyes off of the woman. “Don’t see many of those around. Especially in the city.”

Her expression falters just a bit at the realization that he remembers her car more so than her. But she recovers quickly, flipping her long dark hair over her shoulder and stating simply, “Yeah, that’s my baby.”

He frowns suddenly, quickly wiping down his hands and stepping around the car to approach her. “Something wrong? Everything looked good when we did the oil change a few weeks back.”

“Oh,” she nearly exclaims. “Yeah. No. I’m… I’m not here for…” She steps closer, her fingers lazily trailing along the side of the Cobra, eyes ticking down to her feet as her cheeks gain a peculiar rosy blush. “I’m Mr. Stark’s personal assistant.” She reaches out a hand as though prepared to shake – as though they hadn’t already met before… over a blown-out tire, some rusted paneling, a busted transmission, and an oil change that she damn well could’ve done herself. “Annie.”

His eyes linger on her outstretched hand for a long moment before finally accepting the greeting. “Annie, huh?” he asks, kicking himself for not knowing that already, for having somehow committed her face to memory – and her car – but not her name.

She sputters nervously for a beat, about to correct herself – Angela – mentally tearing herself a new one for using her childhood nickname instead of the adult moniker that a woman should go by, when a scuffle and a squeal sound from behind the hood of the car as the little girl awkwardly hops down from her stool, shouting at a rather piercing level, “I’m Lana!”

Bucky steps back and grabs her by the arms to steady her and settle her on the firm ground, nudging the wobbling stool to keep it from tipping. He shakes his head fondly as she scurries over to the woman, bouncing on her heels in front of her.

Annie’s face seems to light up, her bright green eyes going wide and crinkling at the corners as she drops down to the four year old’s level. “Lana, well it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she says, extending her hand for a shake.

The girl accepts, dark ringlets bouncing in time with the body-quaking handshake she offers. And the corners of Bucky’s lips inadvertently tick up.

“Lana,” Annie repeats languidly, letting the two syllables dance over her tongue. “What a beautiful name.” The little girl lets out another giggle and releases her hand, hopping away, back to her father’s side. Annie watches her go for a moment, still grinning sunnily, before rising and slinking around the car, lazily tracing a finger over the fenders until she gets to the front and peeks under the hood. “How’s she coming along?”

“Not bad,” Bucky breathes out as he leans back and wipes his hands on a rag. “Think we might need to replace the throttle shafts. Right, baby?” he asks, glancing down at the kid by his side and giving her a little bump with his hip.

She hops back to avoid the hip check and gives her father a pointed don’t do that glare, the look being almost identical to the one he’s received on countless occasions from her mother. He stifles a laugh and rolls his eyes, ticking his chin at her to indicate that he’s still waiting on a response. She heaves a giant sigh and gives a definitive nod, lips tightly pursed, brow slightly furrowed. “Yes,” she states, very matter-of-factly before returning her gaze to the woman now reaching into the engine compartment.

“It’ll probably just be another day or two,” he tells her. “We should have everything I need, but I still want to check out the turbo.” He bends down, dropping a knee to take a quick glance beneath the car. “And I’d like to get her up to take a look at the suspension.”

“As long as you can get her driving like she used to,” she says. She looks down at him for a brief moment before her eyes narrow and tick to the side, a rather mirthful glow filling them to the brim.

Before he can turn to catch a glimpse of what she’s looking at, tiny arms attack him from behind, his little girl throwing herself into his back – from a full run, he’s sure – and gripping tightly around his neck. He pitches forward, awkwardly catching himself with one hand while his other moves to loosen her fingers and free his windpipe. Maniacal giggles echo in his ear, but all he can see is the bright, gentle smile of the woman standing above him.

He clears his throat once Lana’s grip slackens and reaches around to hoist his baby higher on his back, standing effortlessly and letting out a single rich laugh when her giggles turn to a swift shriek of excitement. She lets out a small oof and settles her arms around his shoulders, curling her warm body around him. “Sorry,” he murmurs, a bit bashfully. “There was an incident at daycare. We don’t usually let little monsters run free around here.”

Annie bites back a laugh, actually chewing the corner of her mouth to do so, and says simply, “I wondered why we hadn’t met before.”

He cocks his head at the woman, only just now registering what she had said about the car a moment ago. “You drove this?” he asks her, his voice carrying a hint of surprise as he casually bounces in place to keep his monkey-girl amused.

She chuckles lightly as she watches the little girl’s face continue to shine. “Yeah,” she breathes out. “Got a soft spot in my heart for Mustangs. We’re a Ford family.” Her eyes flicker over to meet Bucky’s. “My dad had one… a ’67 Shelby GT.”

“Ooo,” he intones with a hiss. “Nice.”

“Yeah. We restored it together. He’s still got her, though she’s trapped in his garage,” she says with a frightful countenance as she looks over at Lana and successfully pulls a giggle.

Bucky gives his girl another bounce and cranes his neck to look behind him. “Wanna tell her what’s living out back in our garage right now?”

She shoots her head out from behind her father’s, giant toothy grin on her face as she states proudly, “Stingray. 19…” Her voice fades off as she gives a dismissive shrug.

“68,” he supplies.

“Wow,” Annie responds, drawing out the word and nodding appreciatively, never taking her eyes off of the little girl’s satisfied face. “You’re really lucky.”

“Well,” Bucky starts, self-deprecating smirk blooming, “it’s not exactly – ”

“Lana!” cuts him off mid-thought, the call tumbling in from the back bay. Bucky spins to see Peter hopping towards them, goofy smile on the disheveled teen’s face as he approaches. “Hey,” he says, locking onto the little girl’s eyes as she peeks out over her dad’s head. “It’s lunch time. I thought you were gonna eat with me.”

She twists and tugs in an attempt to scurry off her father’s back, and he grunts out a, “Wait,” as he awkwardly dips to lower her to the floor. “Pete,” he mutters, standing back up and glancing at the kid. “How’s the Mazda going?”

“Oh, fine, Mr. Barnes,” he declares simply, giving a small nod as Lana takes a firm hold of his hand.

“Pete-er,” she corrects haughtily. “There’s a er, Daddy.” She tugs and pulls at Peter until he relents and lets her drag him over to her new friend. “That’s Annie.”

“Hi, Annie,” he says with a grin and a wave.

“She’s Stark’s assistant,” Bucky mutters with a raised brow.

“Oh, wow,” he intones, countenance lost somewhere between shock and intrigue. “That must be… something.”

She shrugs. “Sometimes it’s hell. Sometimes… heaven.”

“Pete,” Bucky starts before staring his little girl down and tacking on the, “er… wants to work for your boss someday.”

“Well, I mean… yeah…” the kids stutters out. “You know… maybe… I mean…”

Bucky chuckles lightly, catching a glimpse of the boy’s bright pink cheeks from the corner of his eye. He rocks back on his heels, shit-eating grin on his face as he goes on to say, “It’s all he’s been talking about since he showed up here with that Vette a few weeks back.”

Annie’s eyes narrow. “He brought the Corvette here?” she asks, brows furrowing in confusion.

“Yeah.” He shrugs. “Needed some body work. Passenger’s-side door, some paneling.”

The narrow gaze flips in an instant, eyes blowing wide. “He damaged the Corvette?” she asks, tone positively aghast.

“Yeah,” Bucky mutters, looking down as Lana grabs hold of his wrist and gives a swift, firm tug. “Something about parking in the city. What, baby?” he asks distractedly.

“I’m hungry,” she whines, hanging off of him and leaning back so far that her hair almost touches the ground.

“Your lunch’s in the fridge. Peter’ll help,” he tells her, voice low and soft as he gives the teen a swift nod and hands her off, watches as the two head back to the office. He turns back around just in time to see the shock on Annie’s face finally begin to wane, utter bewilderment filling in behind it. He laughs despite himself, the twist of her features, subtle crinkle of her nose as the gears so obviously click and sputter and turn inside her head. “No clue, huh?”

Her eyes pop up to meet his, suddenly freed from their ruminating. “Sorry,” she sputters. “No.”

His own brow twists in confusion as he recalls something the cocky billionaire had mentioned on that first visit to the shop. “He said his assistant recommended us. Was that you?”

Her mouth gapes open, bobbing helplessly for a long, silent moment as a deep red blush begins creeping up her neck. “Well, I mean… yeah. I… I mentioned you… Because I use you. I mean… not use you. I mean…”

He feels a laugh bubble up his chest, his jaw suddenly aching from holding a smile so wide and stretched. “You okay there, doll?” he asks through the chuckle, for some reason absolutely delighting in her sudden discomfort.

“What?” she bleats. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, sorry.”

He narrows his eyes at her suspiciously, though he’s not quite able to keep them from crinkling at the corners as amusement continues to wash over him. “What exactly did you mention to him?” he asks coyly, taking a single deliberate step forward. The blush blazes then, firing up her cheeks, extending to the very tips of her ears as her eyes dart frantically around the room.

“I don’t… what do you mean?”

It had been a long, long time since Bucky had made a girl blush, made her practically buzz with nervous yearning just from a look. Or at least it had been a long time since he’d taken notice of it. Natasha and Steve were always telling him, trying to point out to him the effect he has on women. She was totally flirting with you. That woman was eye-fucking your brains out. Stop being so dense. But, really, those two are more desperate to get him laid than he’d ever been himself. They’d say just about anything to get him to move on, move forward with his life. And let them live theirs.

And besides, he knew. Back in the day – the days before dirty diapers and marital strife and a struggling business – he hardly ever spent a Saturday night in his own bed. Or if he was in his own bed, there sure as shit wasn’t a cold, empty spot beside him.

But that was the old Bucky Barnes. It might’ve been a mere five or six years in calendar time, but to him it seemed like a lifetime ago.

And yet, when that old grin he used to wear – the cocky, teasing, suggestive crooked tilt – perks his lips in a familiar pull, it feels utterly natural. Just like muscle memory.

He takes another step closer, his eyes trailing down to Annie’s exposed clavicle, the part of her body where the blush tapers off to show subtly tanned flesh peeking out from beneath a pale pink silk blouse. “You said you mentioned me,” he reminds her, quirking an eyebrow as he locks onto her deep green eyes, the color eerily similar to the pristine paint job on the Cobra at their side. “To Stark… what’d you tell him?”

She clears her throat, blinking only once to collect her composure. The bright red remains splashed across her skin, but her eyes settle on his, her once agape mouth pulling into a tight, firm line, twisting up at the edges to show off the effort being put into biting back a smile. “I told him,” she starts, small, subtle lilt to her voice. “That you were great with the Bronco.” His brow lifts higher, a silent invitation for her to go on, and she cocks her own high to match. “And that you were cute. And that I might… I don’t know…” She shrugs, her gaze ticking away for just a fraction of a moment. “Be… interested.”

He nods slowly, appreciatively, and does his best to shift his face into an impassive mask. “You told Tony Stark I’m cute?”

She snorts out a laugh, loud and utterly undignified. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

His brows twist together, face pinching tightly in a sudden realization. “He was checking me out. Sizing me up,” he mutters vaguely, lips parting as he huffs out a quick, “Huh.”

“I didn’t tell him to,” she says abruptly, pitching forward onto her toes, seeming a little too enthusiastic with her denial. “I never asked… I mean…” She shakes her head and breathes out a laugh. “He gets sort of attached to his assistants. The ones that last anyway. He’s getting ready to marry one of them.”

Bucky’s mouth clamps shut, lips curling into a frown.

She laughs again. “I didn’t mean…that made him sound sort of creepy. No, it’s just… when you devote yourself to work all the time, the only real friends you make are, you know, at work.”

“So Tony Stark is your friend. And your boss. And your… matchmaker?”

“No,” she bleats out. Then, “Maybe,” amid a rather perplexed look. She shrugs. “He means well.”

“He put me through the fucking inquisition,” he mutters, feeling suddenly nervous. He brings an open palm to the back of his neck, scratches wildly at his scalp as his face twists. “Did he… did he tell you that? Or… tell you anything?” he asks, thinking back and trying to recall just how many bullshit answers he gave the man, how many irritated glares and fabricated stories.

A brilliant smile rolls over her face, one that somehow manages to immediately put him at ease, his fingers slowly slipping from his hair and back down to his side, casually tucking into his pocket. “He just told me that he gave me an in… and then said I should go check on the Cobra.”

“Ah,” he breathes out simply, rocking back on his heels.

“So,” she drawls out languidly before beginning to awkwardly pivot back and forth on the balls of her feet. Her hands clasp tightly behind her back, eyes nervously roaming the floor for a brief moment before rising to meet his. They seem to lighten two full shades as they lock onto his – admittedly – curious gaze. “Can I buy you dinner?”

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Drive Her Crazy || Part III

PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff x OFC/Reader

Summary: AU. Meet Wanda, the new ‘It’ girl. She’s built her social standing as a social influencer through Instagram and vlogging on Youtube. Queen Bee in her social circle, she’s got everyone wrapped around her finger. She’s perfect, you think. Girls like that require a little finesse, and you’re ready to play the game.

Warnings: Non-healthy relationship, psychological games, smut(?)

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“This is a really nice car,” Wanda commented as she settled into the passenger seat.

You had picked her up in the morning. You thought she looked cute because she was still clearly a little sleepy. She grumbled about not really being a morning person, and you had to chuckle quietly as she squinted at you.

You both had gotten coffee and a to-go avocado toast before hitting the road. You wanted to get Wanda there a little early so she can time to get ready for the photoshoot. You didn’t think she needed much done though. She had a natural dewy look to her skin and clearly took good care of herself.

“It better...I spent over $200,000 on it. It’s my baby.” You say, grinning as Wanda laughed.

The ride was pretty good. You felt like Wanda needed some time to fully wake up, but once she had gotten a quarter way into her coffee, she seemed to perk up a little.

“So what is the work thing you’ve got in the Palm Desert? You sure it’s okay if I show up too?” Wanda asked, adjusting her sunglasses on her face.

You nodded, leaning on your car door as you kept one hand on the wheel. “Yeah, it’s just a get together for this kid’s birthday. There’s going to be a lot of people there and free booze.”

“What are you exactly going to be doing there?” She asked with an eyebrow raised.

You turn over to her, smirk on your lips. “Guess you’ll just have to come and see.”

Wanda laughed, pushing you lightly as she shook her head. You turn your head back, plugging in your phone into the aux chord to play some music. An old song you produced and wrote started playing. Wanda hummed excitedly as she put her coffee cup back down and turned up the volume.

“Oh my god, I love this song,” she said, closing her eyes and moved to the beat of the music. You had to refrain from laughing because it was now more apparent she didn’t know who you were at all.

“You like Lady Phantom?” You ask her. Wanda opens her eyes and grins as she nods.

“Yeah, her songs always get me into a dancing mood. I love the remixes she does too. I tried to look her up recently since she started blowing up, but she doesn’t take photos or do live interviews. The only photos I could find were her in sweaters with the hood and mask on. Even her official Instagram doesn’t have any photos of her. I’ve been trying to get tickets to her show, but lately, they just sell out so quick.” Wanda looks slightly disappointed, and it takes everything to not reveal right then and there that you’re Lady Phantom

“Don’t worry...I’m sure you’ll get to see her live soon.” You say, encouragingly.

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When you arrived at her photoshoot, Wanda insisted that you come and sit. It’s fine as long as you’re not taking pictures or recording. It’s also not a secret that Wanda is a spokesperson for this brand.

She goes away to do her hair and makeup, and you’re left sitting in a chair near the set.

Movement by the side of your eye catches your attention, and you look over to see the photographer coming onto the set, and you recognized him. You had briefly met him at one of the parties David was hosting, so he knew you were Lady Phantom. He was a big fan of David’s work.

Isaac was his name, you think.

The photographer turns, catching eyes with you briefly, turning his head back but then whipping over again when he recognized you. He ditches whoever he’s talking to and walks his way over.

“Oh my, what are you doing here?” He exclaimed happily, and you stood up to give him a quick hug.

“Just here accompanying Wanda,” you say casually.

“Oh, you know her?” Isaac asked. You nodded.

“Yes, we just met recently, but I do absolutely adore her. She’s fascinating, don’t you think?” You say, your words hinting a deeper meaning underneath.

Isaac nodded carefully. “Yes, there’s really no one better than her for this. I’ll make sure she has a good photoshoot today.”

You give him a nod in thanks with a smile. He’s about to leave when you call to his attention again.

“Wanda doesn’t exactly know I’m Lady Phantom,” you say.

“Of course, I’ll be discreet.” Isaac nods quickly.

After he leaves, it’s about another half an hour before Wanda comes out and your breath hitches slightly. Since it’s a skincare brand, they wanted Wanda to have a more natural look to her skin. Her hair is mussed carefully, and she’s wearing a silk bathrobe for the shoot.

“How do I look?” She asks you, twirling around for you and her bare thigh flashes you.

“I’m in disbelief,” you say with a smirk, “I might have to switch skincare brands.”

Wanda laughed, bumping her shoulders with you lightly. “I’ll have you know, my genetics are just this good too.”

You roll your eyes at her playfully. “Alright, alright, all hail your genetics. Shoo, miss perfect, your shoot is about to start.”

She sticks her tongue out at you before jogging off.

The shoot was going well. You were enamored by how she could turn on a switch when she was working. They managed to shoot a quick 30-second ad and finish the photoshoot in 4 hours.

“Good work today, everyone!” Isaac said as they were finishing packing up. Wanda finished changing, and you were going to grab some early dinner before heading over to the party.

“Wow, I have never had such a great shoot before. I feel like they were super accommodating for me.” Wanda commented as you both were seated at the restaurant.

Isaac had shown her every shot and asked for her opinion on nearly everything. There were a couple times that Wanda said she thought she could do a photo better or a scene better and Isaac let her do it.

You shrug, smiling at her. “You are their spokesperson.”

You talked about her photoshoot for the duration of the meal. You had given your opinion in certain areas, which she did take into account.

You looked at your watch and hummed, wiping your lips and called your waitress over.

It was the evening now, and you needed to make to the party soon. You put your card on the bill and Wanda is finishing her last bite as she makes a sound of disapproval.

“No, you paid for my meal the first time we met! Let me get this one,” Wanda says trying to grab the bill, but you quickly pull it away and have the waitress take it to run your card.

“It’s fine, Wanda really. It’s the least I can do since you’re going to be stuck with me here until tomorrow.” You tell her, and she rolls her eyes.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing! You totally saved my ass today for the photoshoot and taking me to get free booze. Ugh, fine. But the next one is on me!”

You put your hands up to mollify her, and the waitress comes back for your signature. You sign the bill and usher Wanda into the car to get going.

You pull up to a mansion that’s gated. The guard looks at you, and you flash him an invitation card. The guard nods and opens the gates.

“Jesus, you really were not kidding when you said he was a trust fund kid.” Wanda whistles.

You snorted in response. You drop her at the entrance where there are people already.

“Why don’t you head in first? I need to park the car, set up some stuff, and find the birthday kid.” You tell Wanda, and she nods.

“Hope you can find me in this mini island,” she says, and you laugh.

You park your car in his underground parking (seriously, what does his family do?) and text the kid that you’re here. He comes to meet you, helping you with some of your equipment.

You make small talk, and he doesn’t seem like a complete dickhead, just very privileged. You’re not set to play until later in the evening, and you told him that you would only be playing for two hours. The kid waves it off, saying it’s ‘totally cool’ as he’s scheduled some other DJs to come play before and after. You were just there for the prime time.

He leads you into the kitchen to let you know to get whatever you want and to come to prepare whenever you thought was appropriate. You thank him and wave him off. You look around and grab a beer bottle because you didn’t trust the open fruit punch bowl.

You walk to the backyard and see the stage set up with someone already playing. You didn’t recognize who it was, but the beat wasn’t bad. You see a giant pool and hot tub with many people around it. There are a couple of grills out, and you see what you assume would be catering.

Looking to your left, you immediately spot Wanda and a small crowd around her. It seems like there were a couple fans and followers who were at this party and recognized her. She was basking in the sun, chatting happily with some of the people surrounding her. You leaned against a ledge, just watching her as you drank from your beer.

She spotted you from a distance, throwing her hand up in the air and waved you over. You smiled, getting back up and walked your way over.

“There you are! I was beginning to wonder if you ditched me,” she said playfully with a smirk. You laughed and shook your head.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Just watching from the distance as you interact with your adoring fans,” you say, and pink hue blushes over her cheeks as she slaps your arm lightly. You grin at her and grab her hand to start pulling her away.

“Alright, alright, she can sign autographs and take pictures later, I gotta borrow her.” You tell the crowd who groan lightly in disappointment.

She’s laughing when you finally pull her to the bar, ordering two drinks. She sips it and hums happily.

“Oh, tastes good. I love fruity drinks.” She says and takes another sip. You take a sip of your own drink and lean your head against your closed fist on the table.

“So, we are here at the party now,” Wanda says with a raised brow. “Can you tell me now what you’re doing here?”

You shake your head languidly with a grin. “Nope, I’m still technically off the clock. Let's enjoy ourselves because we’re going to be here for a while.”

Wanda makes a sound of disappointment when you don’t tell her what exactly you’re here for but nods nonetheless. She orders a couple shots and you both down them back like pros. You both meet some guys and girls who you drink and dance with.

Wanda’s laughing as she dances, grabbing your hands as she twirls around and stumbles lightly into you. You’re careful about wrapping your arms around her as you steady her.

A couple of hours have passed, and you’re both just having a blast. Trust fund kid does know how to throw the party as he also has activities, games, and performances there. You take Wanda over to a table and grab her some water and walk over to the catering to get her some food.

You place the plate down in front of her, and she munches happily on the food.

“Hopefully that will sober you up a little. Can’t have you completely checked out when I’m working.” You tell her. Wanda narrows her eyes at you again when you say that.

“Are you going to tell me now?” She asks, and you laugh and shake your head. You spend the next hour getting Wanda to sober up, and it’s working pretty well. It seemed like she just needed to eat. You both meet up with some of the people you’ve met over the day, and they’re standing at the front of the stage.

“Hey, there you guys are!” One of the guys say. “Thought you were going to miss it. The birthday boy has been telling everyone he’s got a huge surprise soon. A little birdie told me he was able to book a famous DJ.”

Wanda turns to you to see if you know anything about that, but you just shrug your shoulders at her. You were supposed to go play soon, so you needed to leave.

“I’ll be right back,” you whisper in her ear, and she nods, turning her attention back to the group.

You hurry on back to the stage and check that everything for you is set up and ready. Your bag is set up on one of the back tables. You open it and pull out your signature mask and put it on.

It was what made Lady Phantom so intriguing and why there weren’t too many photos. You stood at the edge watching as the birthday boy came onto the stage, mic in hand.

“Thank you all for coming tonight, I hope you’re having an amazing time!” He shouted into the mic, getting screams of approval in return.

“Well, the fun isn’t over yet. Tonight, I’ve got a special guest to come play. MAKE SOME NOISE FOR LADY PHANTOM!”

The crowd erupted in excited cheers as you came out onto the stage. The crowd is chanting your name, and you grab the mic.

“Let’s get this fucking party started! This set is dedicated to a friend I just recently met.” You look over to Wanda who has her jaw dropped as she looks at your in disbelief. You send a wink over to her and start playing.

Once the initial shock passed, Wanda just shook her head and laughed, dancing to your set. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of her as she danced to your music and it was like Wanda knew that.

She swayed back and forth, grabbing the end strands of her hair as she bit her lip smiling at you. Your pupils dilated, drinking her in, and you had to tear your eyes way to concentrate on your set.

You played the rest of your set, eyeing Wanda occasionally, smiling when she seemed in her own world, dancing on her own to your music.

She looked hypnotic, and you couldn’t wait until she was yours.

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You and Wanda decided to call it a night after you finished your set.

You told the trust fund kid that in addition to being paid, you needed a secluded room to crash the night. The last thing you wanted was to be around passed out strangers. So, the kid gave you the corner room with a king-sized bed and balcony.

You were glad you got this room with Wanda tagging along. She was a little tipsy, but danced most off it off, and was now just tired. The balcony had a low sofa with pillows and blankets that you were both sitting on, chatting quietly.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you’re Lady Phantom! I must have seemed so silly when we were on the way here.” Wanda nearly whined, pushing your shoulder.

You laughed, leaning back against the sofa. “You can’t just name drop yourself, that’s weird. I was super flattered, don’t worry.”

She’s about to say something else, but your phone starts buzzing out of control from texts.

You pretty much ignore it, knowing it’s your ex-girlfriend and Wanda just stares with you. When the phone starts ringing, she raises her eyebrow at you. “So are you going to get that? Seems important.”

She asks as your phone repeatedly goes off. You can see from your peripheral vision that you’ve missed 4 calls now.

You shake your head, “Nope. There will be many regrets if I pick that up.”

Wanda’s brows furrowed together as she picks up your phone as it continues to vibrate. Then more texts start to come in. “Who is it?”

“Oh, wow,” Wanda comments, realizing it’s your ex-girlfriend and you chuckle awkwardly.

“Yeah...I broke up with her about three weeks ago. She pretty much does this every day.” You say, offhandedly. You can’t blame your ex, though. You had pursued her for months, showering her with gifts and your attention. You took her to party events and let her meet some of your acquaintances in your business.

You made her feel special.

Then as quick as you did, you started to distance yourself a little. Gave lingering looks at other girls when she was looking at you. You didn’t stop other people from flirting with you.

And when you thought she had enough, you went back to making her feel like she was the center of your universe.

And when she started to constantly ask where you were and who you were with, becoming insecure. And when she started to beg you, you were disappointed.

You realized she wasn’t any different.

So you ended it.

“Wow, bad break up?” Wanda asked, almost surprised your phone was still ringing in her hand.

“I guess so,” you shrug. “It just wasn’t working out. Sometimes, people just aren’t what you think or hope they are.”

Wanda watched as you leaned your head against your fist tilted to the side.

“Doesn’t this get overwhelming to have her call you and message you this many times every day?” She asks, and you shrug. It didn’t bother you that much. There was some satisfaction to see what she had become because of you, and you knew it would eventually stop.

“Not much I can do,” you tell Wanda. “If I pick up, there will be screaming or sobbing, and I’m not good at either.”

Wanda gives you a mischievous grin, and you look at her curiously.

“Do you want me to make it stop?”

You eye her, almost suspiciously but she only grins wider.

“Alright, if you can.” You challenge her. You’ve had David in the past pick up your calls from exes to tell them to stop calling, but it hadn’t worked. David ended up getting an earful himself or had to spend hours on the line with basically a stranger to comfort them and stop their crying.

A glint flickered across Wanda’s eyes, and she picked up the call on put it on speakerphone. You watched in curiosity and fascination with what she did.

Her breath hitched, a barely audible gasp. She moaned lightly, and the sound made you tighten your fist slightly.

“Mmm, h-hello?” Wanda answered, breathless, and stuttered a little.

The line was silent for a moment.

“Um...who is this?” You could hear your ex-girlfriend ask confusedly. Your ex then said she was looking for you.

Wanda grinned at you for a second before going back to the call.

“She’s...oh...she’s kind of busy right now.” Wanda moaned a little more loudly this time, and you felt your gut clench, your body.

“Busy doing what?” Your ex demanded. Wanda wickedly smirked as if she was just waiting for that line.

“Busy doing me. Don’t call again.” Wanda taunted, her accent just doing wonders to your libido. She hung up, cackling and you couldn’t help but laugh along. You shook your head, grinning the entire time widely as she gave your phone back.

“You are a wicked, wicked lady,” you tell her and she sticks her tongue out at you as she scooted closer to you.

“Well, she’ll unlikely call you back after that,” Wanda pointed out, giving you a smile that said, ‘you’re welcome’.

You just continue to grin at her and compliment her, “it was an Oscar-worthy performance.”

Wanda actually seemed surprised that you said that, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

“Really?” She asks, in almost a demure way you weren’t used to. You turn your head to her, giving her a soft smile.

“Yeah, why do you seem so surprised? You’re pretty amazing. You’ve built your brand online, you did a photoshoot for Biologique Recherche today. Lady Phantom says that’s pretty cool.”

Wanda stares at you, her smile widening as she leaned back into the sofa, grabbing a pillow.

“Can I tell you something?” She asks, looking up at the stars. “I mean, you can’t say anything yet, I haven’t even told Vision,” Wanda says, a little seriously.

Your eyebrow raises, curiosity piping if she hadn’t even told her fiancé.

“Well, considering you’re keeping Lady Phantom on the low, I suppose I could do the same,” your tone was a little teasing. She’s about to hit you with her pillow, but you block it.

“Well...I want to expand a little more. I don’t want to be just a blogger and social influencer. I...want to become an actress.” She says, looking wistful.

You take in what she said, turning your body to face her as you sit cross-legged.

“Okay, well, do it. I’ll be sure to buy at least 10 tickets at the opening of your first movie.” You say finally. She looks at you incredulously.

“What? I mean, you think I could do it?” She asks. You’re wholeheartedly confused to why she’s even asking.

“Of course! If you just had an Oscar-worthy performance. I imagine you’ll need a storage room for all the awards you’ll win for real movies and TV shows.” You grin at her, and she just smiles at you in a way you haven’t seen before, and you realize you’re uncovering other sides of her. She thanks you sincerely, putting her pillow in your lap and leaned down to put her head on top, facing the outside.

“So,” you softly said, resisting the urge to run your fingers lightly through her hair. “Why haven’t you told Vision?”

Wanda shrugged lightly. “I don’t know. Ever since I started to take off on Instagram and YouTube, he’s just been a little weird about everything. Don’t get me wrong, I think he has an amazing talent.”

You’re a little depressed when you heard her say that, just because she likes Lady Phantom too, and you refused to be in the same talent category with Vision.

“But he just...I don’t know, thinks that whatever he’s doing now is enough.”

“And you don’t?” You asked softly.

Wanda just shrugs again. “I suppose I am more unsure of what it is that Vision truly wants.”

You let the conversation die, not wanting to probe deeper into what Wanda feels about Vision, mostly because you don’t want to push too far. Patience is key.

You start to hum Riptide by Vance Joy, and Wanda hums.

“That’s my absolute favorite song,” she tells you. You stop humming to look down to see Wanda’s eyes closed and she was drifting to sleep. You wrinkle your nose, looking over to the bed and sigh. There was no way you were going to be able to move her over there with her lying on you like this. Instead, you lean over her, trying to reach the blanket, just barely grasping it. You drape it over her body and sigh softly to not wake her.

You leaned your temple against your resting fist against the sofa as you looked down at Wanda who slept peacefully.

You kept reminding yourself that patience was key. It takes time to form genuine connections, to make someone feel special. It would be your actions that would make Wanda come to you.

You thought about Vision briefly, tapping the sofa with your other hand.

You replayed the conversion of Wanda telling you about how she hasn’t told him about wanting to be an actress.

It was evident that Vision was insecure about Wanda’s success and fame.

Perhaps getting him out of the picture would be easier than you thought.

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When Wanda woke up that morning, she found you sitting at the table on the other side of the balcony, coffee in hand, and on your laptop.

“Ugh,” she groaned, wincing at her hangover. You turned your head over at the sound and smiled sympathetically at the girl. You got up and walked over with some Advil and coffee you had gotten her.

“Here, I got your coffee order. I have breakfast for you too.” You give her the pills, and she hums appreciatively when the coffee hits her tongue.

“What’s for breakfast?” She mumbles, sitting up all the way, running her fingers through her hair.

“I got you a cream cheese, avocado, and egg bagel.” You help her up to the table, and she sits down with a huff. Once she takes a bite off food, she groans in satisfaction.

“I love you,” she says, and you’re sure she’s just saying that but you smile nonetheless.

“I think you mean you love the bagel. I’m going to give you a minute with it and pack up. We’re hitting the road soon, so do what you need to do before we go.”

The ride home went without a hitch. Once the Advil kicks in and the food settles, she’s more sociable and asks you more about your work. She asks what upcoming gigs you have. You tell her the small gigs you have set up but hold out on Wasteland. You’re in the middle of getting Artiste tickets for her and a couple extra in case she wants to bring anyone else.

When you drop her off, you see another car parked in her driveway.

“Oh, Vision is finally home,” Wanda comments. You don’t say anything.

“Did you want to come in?” Wanda asks you as she turns to you. You shake your head.

“Maybe next time, I’ve got some things I have to do.”

Wanda nods but purses her lips. Her eyes then widen.

“Oh! I just about forgot. Are you busy this weekend? You should come to my friend’s party. She just got a new job, so one of my other friends is hosting a party of her.”

“You sure?” You ask since it seems like it’s going to be an intimate gathering for a celebration. Wanda waves her hand to say it’s not a big deal.

“Yeah totally, I texted them already how we met and how you saved my butt. They want to meet you.”

You nod your head and smile.

“Alright,” you tell her with a smile. “Text me the address and time.”

Wanda nods and gets out of the car.

“I’ll text you later. Let’s lunch again this week.”

You nod again. The door opens, and you see a man with blonde hair walk out, curiously looking at you. You eye him, turning back to Wanda, winking before driving off.

PART IV

#Wanda Maximoff x reader #Wanda x reader #Wanda Maximoff x OFC #yandere Wanda #Scarlet witch x reader #Wanda Maximoff Imagine #Avengers Imagine #Scarlet Witch Imagine #Marvel Imagine #MCU #Avengers #Avengers AU #Avengers Reader Insert #yandere wanda maximoff #Yandere Marvel #Modern Avengers AU #mm: my fics #series.drivehercrazy #g.smut

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letsnotdoanything · 4 years

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‘’Morning Coffee’’

Sorry I’m so late, I wasn’t home since friday and didn’t have much time to write...

However, I hope you’ll enjoy this late valentines day special!

Pairing: Bobby x Reader

Genre: Fluff (ofc, what else lol);

Song: iKON - My Type (if you want to request something similar, send me an ask with an idol and the name of their song!)

Words: 1.3K

You tied the strings of your light brown apron and started to grind the coffee beans immediately after. It was a Saturday morning, which meant that as soon as the clock would hit nine, customers would start coming in to begin their day with the best coffee in town and a side of freshly baked bagels or croissants.

You were working part-time in a caffé near the university you studied in. You thankfully didn't have anything scheduled for weekends, so you decided to allocate it to something useful for a change. This has led you to this small and cozy place ran by an adorable old lady named Susan. She was so sweet, the warmth radiating from her made you feel like a little girl visiting her loving grandma. You and all of your co-workers were calling her by name and fully trusted her; you knew that you can always turn to her with any issue.

You looked at the clock, which showed that it was 9:01 am, and smiled a little. You went to the front door to open it, letting in the warm spring breeze.

You could feel that it was going to be a good day, and nothing nor no one could ruin it. Even that annoying hipster Modern Art major who always ordered a half-sugar decaf latte with almond milk, whipped cream, and spices, and then rushed you because "he was already late". Especially not him.

A sound of the bell, which signalized that the first customer of that day just came, made you jump. However, you showed your professional (yet honest) smile and waved. "Good morning, what can I get for you?"

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After a long week of listening, writing, reading and studying, it was finally Saturday - time to take your mind of work and go out with friends, or, like Jiwon, sleep in and enjoy the free time by laying on the couch in your PJs.

Everything went as usual; after coming out of his bathroom he went straight to the kitchen to make himself a cup of hot, fragrant coffee to start his day. He poured filtered water into the coffee maker, put a pod inside and then clicked the power button.

Nothing happened, so he pressed it once more. And again.

"Why isn't it working?" He murmured under his breath, looking at the machine from different sides to see if everything was in place. "Ah, there it is," Jiwon said when he noticed the empty socket on the wall. He plugged in the cable and pushed the button again, happy that his weekend was saved and he could enjoy this sunny weekend morning.

Or at least that's what he thought.

"Oh, come on!" He slammed his hand on the wooden counter, what he immediately regretted after sharp pain spread through. He held it close to his chest and sighed, knowing that he had to go out if he wanted his morning coffee. Great.

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Going down the street, Jiwon kept wondering - why are all these people outside at this hour? Like, guys, it's Saturday.

"Maybe their coffee maker is broken too?" He thought. "That's a lesson for all of us - don't trust machines with important things, like coffee."

Luckily, there were a lot of restaurants and caffés near his campus, so it didn't take long until he stepped inside one of those. It warmly welcomed him with the smell of coffee beans and cinnamon, creamy walls and light brown sofas encouraged him to come further in. There were various kinds of coffee in the menu - black, Irish, flavored and more, so he decided to go a little fancier than the traditional flat white. "Let's go with a latte. But with caramel syrup? Or hazelnut? Oh, maybe-’’

"Hello, what can I get for you?"

He looked towards the source of this voice and almost let out a gasp when his gaze met with yours. Your green eyes were perfectly enhanced by your long, dark hair and subtle makeup while your pink lips formed a friendly smile, exposing a straight row of pearly white teeth.

Jiwon shook his head when he realized that he drifted away with his thoughts when one of the customers behind him tapped his arm, a little annoyed by his delaying.

"Uhm, y-yeah, can I get a... large caramel latte?" This sudden shyness got him surprised, he has always been a rather confident and bubbly person. He looked at you more closely when you typed the order on the cash register; you looked his age, were you studying at the same university? How come he's never seen you there? He sure would remember passing by someone so pretty.

"Is that all? Maybe you would want to try our banana bread? It's fresh out of the oven."

Jiwon's mind was still somewhere beyond the clouds when he responded, not really aware of the words coming out of his mouth - "Anything you want..."

He saw your confused expression and snapped back to reality, eyes wide open. "I-I mean, yeah, s-sure."

Seeing the other customer's impatient looks, you decided to let it go and quickly finish the order. After receiving the amount due you suggested for him to sit down beside the nearby table, where you would bring his order when it's ready.

"Dude, what's up with you?" Jiwon thought when he was already seated down. He's never been this awkward around anyone, even that girl he had a huge crush on in the 5th grade.

Well, maybe it was a sign that he should have gone outside instead of spending every Saturday watching documentaries in an old, dirty t-shirt?

He looked in your direction just when you picked up the tray filled with different beverages and started to give them out, walking around the little room.

Your sneakers under your thin ankles

A perfect harmony with your denim skinny jeans

Under your slightly big cardigan

Your falling, long, straight hair is so pretty

Jiwon's gaze drifted from your body to the window when you started to move towards him, only one glass and one plate left on the tray. He bit his lip nervously, trying to figure out how to rebuild from that poor first impression.

You soon approached him and placed the drink and food he ordered on the table, smiling politely.

Oh, oh, your delicate smile

Oh, oh, your eyes when you look at me

There is no flaw anywhere

There’s no time to be bored, you’re perfect

The boy smiled back, surprisingly confident, what encouraged him to take a step further and chat up. This time though, in order not to seem like a lost puppy, he thought over what he should say. He analyzed every pick-up line he learned during high school days and when he finally chose the right one, he looked up to see that you were not there.

Jiwon ran his eyes through the small caffé and spotted you standing back at the counter; a sight left his mouth as he placed his chin on his hand.

"You coward." He ridiculed his actions, feeling disappointed by his lack of confidence. He looked at the glass in front of him; he had already forgotten about the coffee he ordered and even the reason he came here - the broken coffee machine. His mood dropped even more when he realized that he would have to purchase a new one, which was a pretty big thing for an average student's wallet.

"If we're talking about money..." Jiwon thought and picked up the receipt from under the small plate with banana bread. He didn't even pay attention to the prices when the only thing on his mind was an adorable waitress, who ditched him in the end anyway. "5 bucks for coffee? Geez, are they making it from molten gold or something?"

Then, an odd shape shined through the thin paper he held in his hand. He turned it around and saw a short note written on its back.

‘‘If I only knew earlier, I would have broken that damn coffee machine a long time ago.”

You’re my type X

111-222-33

- Y/N

The translation is not mine!

#kpop #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop drabble #ikon #ikon scenarios #ikon drabble #ikon reactions #ikon imagines #ikon bobby #kim jiwon #ikon fluff #kpop fluff

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sorenmarie87 · 5 years

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Strippers and Cherry Pie

Summary: The person you bring home isn’t who she claims to be.

Square Filled: ShapeShifter (Genre) | Sex Toys (Kink)

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Reader x Erica (OFC). Sam, Dean.

Word Count: 1,244

Warning(s): F/F smut. Talks of sexuality. Sex toys (used on OFC) and used as a weapon. Dean having impure thoughts about the reader. Italicized thoughts are Dean’s

A/N: This was written for @spngenrebingo and @spnkinkbingo. Also this is the third and final part for this set of fics. When I started writing this story, the premise was completely different. I tried going back to it but something wasn’t right, so I scrapped it and started fresh. Best idea ever.

The Apple Pie Life | Vampires and Pecan Pie (First and second parts)

SPN Genre Bingo | SPN Kink Bingo

I do not own any of the pictures I used in my aesthetic. I also hate to say this but if you’re reading this fic - please be over 18.

“Well, well, well it looks our dear Y/N had a fun night last night.” Dean smirked as he took in your disheveled appearance. Your hair was clearly messed up and the button up shirt you wearing was buttoned incorrectly.

“Damn right I did.” You blushed as you remembered the events of the previous evening. “You know that girl you were talking to at the strip club?”

“You - you didn’t.” You smirked and nodded your head as you went to search for a couple of coffee mugs. “Damn it Y/N, I asked for one thing. Don’t sleep with a stripper until I did.” You poured out two cups of coffee and giggled at the face Dean was currently making.

“Dean, she wasn’t a stripper. I mean, she sure as shit could be one though, with the way she moves. I told her that if she wanted to sleep with you, she’d have to do it on her own time.” You paused and looked at Dean with a smile. “I like that there’s still some mystery between us.”

“Same. I know this might be asking too much, but you didn't by chance -”

“Didn't by chance what Dean?” He avoided your gaze by looking at the table. “Are you trying to ask if we recorded what we did last night?”

“No, no, okay fine yes.”

“Perv.” You paused in the doorway of the kitchen with both cups of coffee in hand. “Well, what are you waiting for? Come on.”

“Okay, I gotta ask because I’m curious. How many times have you filmed yourself having sex?”

Your face flushed as you walked down the hall with Dean trailing behind you. “One other time, but I sent that to my ex-boyfriend. He was so grateful that he made his own video and sent it back. Turns out he wasn’t alone, and we broke up the next day. If he wanted an open relationship, he should’ve told me that from the start.”

“What a dick.” Dean muttered.

“He wasn’t. At first anyways. I just want to thank you for not being a judgmental asshole about who I'm sleeping with. It took me a long time to figure out that I wasn’t straight and I love that we can have conversations about why men and women are amazing.” It rarely happened with Dean but there was a faint blush on his face that you thought was adorable. “Thank you, Dean.”

“Anytime, you know that.”

“Okay, I think I’m good on my chick flick moments for now, what about you?”

“Yeah, we’ve met our quota for the day.” The two of you smiled and shared a laugh before reaching your bedroom. “Since your hands are full, would you like me to open the door for you?”

“Why, thank you my kind sir.”

“I was wondering where you ran off to.” Erica practically purred from behind the newspaper she’s reading in bed. You smile and approach her, setting the coffee cups on your night stand. “Ohh you sweet thing, you even brought coffee.”

She discarded the newspaper and you lifted your hand and gently placed it on Erica’s face. He watched Erica wink at him with a flirtatious smile before leaning in to kiss you. The kiss only lasted a few seconds but damn, she really knew how to kiss.

“Dean, what would it take for you to join us?” She was fiddling around with one of buttons that were undone on your shirt. “Y/N here wouldn’t let me do it last night.”

“I told you multiple times, Dean is like my brother and I don’t want to see him like that.”

“Boo.” You rolled your eyes and Erica’s hand disappeared under your shirt. You could feel her nails rake across your belly and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep any noise from spilling out. “We can play later, right Dean?” Her fingers were tugging at your nipples and her right hand was slowly unbuttoning your shirt.

“I’ll just, get your laptop.” Dean had to look at anything else in the room. “Mine’s down for the count, you see.”

“Dean.” You grunted out as Erica shifted sides and pinched your hardened nipple. “Take the laptop, and get the fuck out, okay?”

“Yeah, all right. Fuck, okay…” He snagged your laptop from the dresser and Dean lingered in open doorway. Things were getting heated between the two of you, so he slammed your bedroom door on the way out. He knew that before he watched whatever you filmed last night, he had to take care of something personal.

There was something off about Erica and Dean couldn’t put his finger on what it was. The only way he could confirm his suspicions was by watching what you had recorded the night before. Forgive me, Y/N.

Just focus on Erica, wait was that what Y/N said her name was? She looks like an Erica. I wonder if Y/N could tell me what size her breasts are. You could definitely knock someone out with those puppies. Dean, focus you asshole. Damn, I never thought Y/N was that flexible. Oh, that's where her anti-possession tattoo is? No, nope. I can't... This feels wrong, Chuck forgive me for thinking this is hot. Y/N’s like my little sister, who totally just went down on that hot chick. Fuck, I don’t know why I’m jealous. Wait... Wait a damn minute. Did her eyes..just flash? Let me rewind this real quick, fuck they definitely flashed. Fuck, Y/N. You know how to pick ‘em.

“Sammy, we have a problem!”

“You wanna run that by me one more time?” Sam was having a hard time understanding what he was looking at.

“I slept with a shapeshifter and then killed it while we were having sex. What’s tripping you up here?” You asked as you shrugged on a flannel you had stolen from the boys. “Is it because she has a butt plug impaled her chest?”

“This is gonna make one hell of a story.” Dean muttered as he handed you your laptop back. You quietly thanked him and laid it off to the side. “I guess you already knew Erica was a shifter?”

“I figured that out when we were getting ready to leave for the night.”

“Security camera feed?” You nodded and grinned as Dean gave you a thumbs up. “That’s my girl.”

“I’m learning more about your sex life than I ever wanted to know…” Sam let out a small laugh as his eyes fell on the silver dildo at the edge of your bed.

“I wouldn’t touch that if I were you. Erica really enjoyed that at first.” You smirked. “I guess she didn’t realize that it was a silver plated dildo.”

“I can’t believe your plan to kill a shapeshifter was to fuck it to death.” Dean clapped Sam on the shoulders with a wide grin. “We need to celebrate Y/N’s first kill as a hunter. How’s about strippers and cherry pie?” He waggled his eyebrows at you and you shook your head.

“I’ll pass on the strippers, but cherry pie sounds lovely.” You looked at the two of them and laughed. “I feel like I need to buy some new toys… but I can do that later.”

“We also need to get this body out of your room.”

“Damn it, I just got that bedset, and now I need get another one.”

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beckzorz · 5 years

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Out of Nowhere (5/21)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OFC Summary: An offhand comment at work draws Jesse Kaplan into the orbit of Bucky Barnes. Bucky’s excited at the prospect of normalcy, but there’s nothing normal about falling in love with the Winter Soldier. Words: 4060 A/N: The song for this chapter is “The Mooche” by Duke Ellington & His Cotton Club Orchestra from By Popular Demand Duke Ellington. And these songs are absolutely recommended to accompany your reading :3 Hope you enjoy!

PART 5: “THE MOOCHE”

Jesse sat cross-legged at the tiny desk in her bedroom, waiting for her parents’ biweekly video call. They had emigrated to Israel once she’d graduated college, about five years back. Jesse had only seen them in person four times since then, twice in New York and twice abroad. These calls were more for their sake than Jesse’s. She was generally happy to limit their conversation to emails or audio, but her mom in particular craved actual face time. Jesse wasn’t sure why—the only difference was that Jesse got nitpicky comments about her hair when they spoke face-to-face.

Once her parents called, Jesse sighed, smoothed back her hair, and answered.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Shalom, motek,” Jesse’s mom said. Hi, cutie. “How are you?”

“Fine, fine.” Jesse twiddled her thumbs in her lap. Her mom looked the same as ever. Pale like Jesse, with darkly graying hair and casual clothes despite Sunday being a workday in Israel. Everything was more casual in Israel, or so it seemed to Jesse. “How’re you?”

“Oh, lovely!” Susan said. “We went to the theater with our neighbors last week, it was fantastic.”

“Hi, Jesse,” Jesse’s dad cut in. He leaned in from out of the frame and waved. “Don’t believe your mother, the theater here is fine. Fantastic is pushing it.”

Jesse grinned. “Hi, Dad. Not up to your standards?”

“Nothing beats Broadway.”

“Exaggerate all you want, Joshua,” Jesse’s mom said, smirking. “You were crying too.”

“So what if I was?” Joshua withdrew. “I need to go put gas in the car before everywhere closes for the night. Talk to you soon, kiddo!”

“Bye, Dad. Have fun.” Jesse waved, though he couldn’t see her; she could hear him leaving.

Susan sighed as the door slammed, then smiled at Jesse. “Well, so how are you, cutie?”

“Fine, Mom. I already said so.”

“You look nice today. Your hair’s neat for a change.”

Jesse bristled. “Thanks,” she forced. “What was the play about?”

“Oh, it was a new production of Ghetto by Joshua Sobol. Israel’s most famous playwright, you know.”

“I do know,” Jesse said. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Thanks, dear. So what have you been up to? Made any new friends?”

Jesse pressed her lips together. How was it that her mother managed to get under her skin so damn easily? Jesse had friends. Adrian, Mike, Zach from work, other dancers… Bucky. Well, he was new. She’d only met him a week ago. And from a distance, she could tell her mother as little as she liked.

“I had to go to a benefit for work, and I met someone there,” Jesse said.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, he did some work with BCEI and he wants to do more.”

“Is he nice?”

“So far, yeah.”

“What’s his name?”

Jesse paused. “James.” It wasn’t a complete lie. That was his name, just not the one he used with her. “He dances too,” she added.

“Oh, how nice.” Susan smiled slyly, though she said nothing more about it.

Jesse could have kicked herself. Why did she have to say so much? She never told her mom anything. Susan basically knew Bucky’s whole life story in comparison to what she knew about Jesse’s other friends. Now her mother would get ideas, wrong ideas, bad ideas. Just because Jesse had stray longings didn’t mean anything was going to happen. Or that anything could happen.

If Mike’s assumption that she and Bucky were friends ever came to pass, Jesse would be more than satisfied. There wasn’t rational hope for anything more. Bucky might have raised a glass to normalcy, but Jesse knew his real life wasn’t going anywhere.

If she could provide him a brief reprieve, she’d be satisfied. God knew he deserved it.

—

Bucky’s proposal to teach swing dancing to local students went over better at work than Jesse had expected. Marilyn was still working from home, and she skyped in to the Monday meeting that Jesse took notes for with the director Robin and Zach, who worked under Marilyn in programming. Jesse waited until the end of the meeting to float the idea. Robin raised her eyebrows, Zach stared at Jesse in surprise, but Marilyn said, “That sounds fantastic!”

Jesse relaxed a little as Marilyn talked through various logistical issues and how to avoid them—keep the session short, get a signed contract, have access to back-up instructors ‘just in case.’

“I’ll get in touch with Bucky myself,” Marilyn continued, “and we’ll put together a proper proposal for you, Robin.”

“Alright,” Robin said. “Thanks.”

The meeting ended, though Marilyn asked Jesse to stay back. Once Zach and Robin left, Marilyn smiled more broadly at Jesse. “Was this your idea, Jesse? I won’t tell.”

“No,” Jesse said, surprised. “I had nothing to do with it.”

“Well, I’m sure that’s not true,” Marilyn said. “You’ve inspired him! He went to you, not me.”

“You’re still on bed rest,” Jesse retorted. “If anything, props to him for not bothering you!”

“Fair enough,” Marilyn said, laughing. “Well, thanks for keeping him involved! I think it’s good for BCEI, having a famous face around.”

“Sure,” Jesse said. She did not mention how much she suspected he’d hate to be spoken of that way.

Even if Marilyn was right.

—

Francisco Pérez Tuesday, 6:57 PM

Francisco: Yooo sorry for last minute, but can you water the succulents on my windowsill?

Jesse: Sure, though I might kill them by mistake... Send me hyper-accurate watering directions for minimum casualties

Francisco: THANKS

Francisco: I’ll send you an email

Jesse: Righto, have fun in Iceland! Safe travels!

—

On Friday morning, Jesse woke with her alarm. She rolled over in bed, reaching blindly for her phone with a groan. It had been a particularly late night—she’d gone back to Frim Fram Jam, and though she hadn’t reached out Bucky had been there too. Mike hadn’t, oddly, but Jesse was still bitter enough about their conversation on Saturday that she was more relieved than anything. Without Mike to fill up her metaphorical dance card, she’d gotten more dances with Bucky than she’d hoped for.

Of course, she’d stayed far later than usual for the pleasure, and now she was suffering for it. Most mornings she was up ten, twenty minutes before her alarm. Getting up at the last minute never suited her well, and her eyes still weren’t fully open when she stumbled into the dark bathroom. She made her way to the toilet and reached down to open the lid, but she missed.

Jesse’s outstretched arm went straight into the toilet. She yelped; she managed to grip the lip of the toilet with her other hand but—

Oh my god, why was the lid up?

Jesse leapt to her feet, right arm dripping. She quickly turned the tub on, then turned back, holding her arm over the tub, and stared with newly wide eyes at the toilet. Now that she’d been startled awake, she could see that it wasn’t just the lid. The seat was up too!

“Oh god oh god oh god,” she muttered. Her stomach and toes curled in on themselves, and she whirled back and fell to her knees on the shower mat. She thrust her wet arm under the lukewarm water and fumbled above her head for the shower soap. Jesse scrubbed at her arm furiously until the water began to scald her skin and steam clouded her vision.

She sat back on her heels and turned off the water. Her right arm was raw and red below the elbow, and her fingers had begun to pucker.

Jesse took a steadying breath and twisted to look back at her toilet.

The lid and seat were up. How could that have happened? She didn’t leave the seat up. Sure, she’d cleaned the toilet yesterday afternoon, but she’d surely used it again since then. Hadn’t she?

Jesse pushed her frizzy hair back from her face and frowned. She thought so, but… maybe she was wrong. She had taken the subway home with a dance friend in the neighborhood, but she hadn’t invited them up, had she? No, she would have remembered, surely. Wouldn’t she have remembered?

Something niggled at the back of her mind. She was forgetting something… Something about the hospital, something about the coffee shop, something not quite about Bucky… Jesse banged her head against the tub, trying to remember. Then it came to her.

A string of break-ins.

Maybe nothing had happened. Maybe she’d just left the toilet up yesterday afternoon.

Or maybe someone had broken in and used the toilet.

Jesse drew in a sharp breath. The hair on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end. With her white noise app running, would she even have heard it? She sometimes heard Fran moving around in the morning, but not until she was already awake.

She climbed slowly to her feet and went out into the common space, giving the toilet as much berth as she could. Nothing looked out of place at first glance. The toaster was still unplugged; the dishrack had a single plate, fork, and knife in it; the chairs at the tiny table were pushed in.

But had she left her computer on the counter, or at the table? Plugged in or not? Tears pricked Jesse’s eyes as she clutched the back of her neck. Nothing was missing. If someone had broken in, wouldn’t they have taken everything of value? Would they have bothered to double-lock the door on their way out? Why couldn’t her brain just do its fucking job and remember, once and for all?

Jesse glanced at the half-closed door to Fran’s room. Her heart raced, but she scurried over and, after a silent deep breath, kicked it open.

Empty. Totally empty. His tiny closet was open, and it was empty too, apart from his clothes and a haphazard pile of shoes. Jesse sagged against the doorframe, eyes wet. She blinked until a few tears fell and wiped them hastily away.

Was she just being paranoid? She couldn’t think of a single thing missing. All of Fran’s stuff was still in there, too—his gaming monitor, his nice headset… The iPhone speaker system by the couch was still there too. Jesse sank onto the couch and hugged her knees to her chest, staring at the sound system. Should she call the police? Would anyone believe her—would anyone make enough of the little oddities in her home to do anything other than laugh at her? No, how could they? Why would anyone break in to do… nothing? She must be overreacting. Just a series of coincidences. She’d gotten home late last night. She was still exhausted from a short night’s sleep. Whatever she thought was suspicious had a rational explanation. She hadn’t used the toilet last night; she’d just left it up after cleaning it. She had used her laptop at the counter while washing dishes.

Jesse took deep shuddering breaths until her breathing was back to nearly normal. She glanced at the clock—shit, she was running late now. She went to the bathroom, this time shutting the toilet properly, and went through the rest of her morning routine. Stray remnants of panic overtook her as she was getting dressed, and she had to clutch the wall to refocus. She braided her damp hair across her head and down one shoulder; the end began to drip onto her blouse, but she ignored it.

She tightened the strap of her purse across her body and gave the apartment one last once-over as she slipped into her flats.

Normal. Perfectly normal.

Jesse double locked the door and bounded down the steps and out the door towards the metro. Everything was normal—the crowds, the traffic… Her commute was normal, she was a few minutes early as usual, and she started up her computer without a hitch. She slouched in her chair, curling her toes under her desk, and stared blankly towards the front door of BCEI’s office suite. She forced a smile as people trickled in.

Zach from programming doubled back, his eyes crinkled in concern. “Hey, Jesse, you okay?”

“Oh—yeah, yeah.” Jesse sat up quickly and scooted her chair in. “Late night, that’s all,” she chirped.

“Ooh, that sucks,” Zach said. He ran a hand through his stiff black hair and shook his head. “I feel that.”

Jesse smiled up at him as he ambled off. Zach was nice; he was less than a year older than her, and he was approachable and relaxed. They’d gone out for drinks a few times and shared good-natured complaints about the hardass in charge of marketing, among other things. But they weren’t close enough for Jesse to feel comfortable sharing her early morning anxieties.

The smile slid off Jesse’s face. She sighed and rubbed her forehead. How was she going to be productive today? She was usually a rock star at work. But even getting set up was taking her—shit, twenty minutes? She scrambled to finish her starting routine.

Nothing about the rest of her day didn’t suck. In addition to skipping breakfast, she’d forgotten to bring lunch, and she was too behind in her work to have time to eat anything more substantial than a granola bar Zach gave her—out of pity, no doubt. Every stray noise at work made her start, shredding her nerves to bits. She didn’t get a seat on either subway home, either. By the time she made it up to her apartment, she was too exhausted to do any better than a few slices off a block of cheddar cheese, which almost left her worse off than before.

Jesse collapsed onto her bed, still fully dressed, and lay prostrate on the quilt. Tears leaked from her eyes as she half waited for the front door to open and for someone to break in—again? For the first time? Had she even locked the door on her way in? She was too tired to go look.

She kicked her shoes off—only one actually fell onto the floor, the other landed somewhere out of reach on the bed. She had wanted to do laundry, finish her book, go dancing. She’d meant to go out. She’d even promised dances to a few people. But there was nothing for it. She was in no shape to go out, not when her gut cramped and her head spun. Distant noises from the building—a pipe groaning, a door slamming—made her flinch, but she was too exhausted to do anything more than that.

She cried herself to an early sleep.

—

Jesse woke with the dawn. She reached blindly for her phone, then realized it was still in her purse in the other room. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, staring down at her rumpled clothes in mild horror. God, how tired had she been? How long had she slept?

Too long, apparently. Her mouth was dry and her head throbbed with the telltale signs of dehydration. Ugh.

Jesse spent the morning lazily. She had locked the door on her way in last night—thank god for ingrained habits—and she changed out of her dirty work clothes into a cotton tunic and leggings. Much better for lounging. She mindlessly browsed the internet, refilling her water cup as often as she could bear to stand. The longer she sat at the kitchen table, her legs propped up on the second chair and friendly music playing from the stereo, the more she felt silly about yesterday’s paranoia.

Who would break in to her apartment? It was laughable. There were other, richer people in her neighborhood—even in her building. She lived on the third floor, for heaven’s sake. Nothing was missing, and there was nothing worth anyone’s salt on her computer or in her phone anyway. By lunchtime she was almost laughing at herself, and then she got a text from Bucky asking about the evening dance. Mike’s ominous warning echoed in her mind.

“Bad stuff happens around people like that.”

A chill ran through her. Jesse slammed her computer shut, silencing her peppy music, and clenched her fists. She took deep breaths through her teeth, all the forgotten anxiety flooding back.

“Dammit, Mike!” she muttered, eyes stinging. It took close to ten minutes to calm down enough to think rationally again.

What the hell. Why would someone break into her apartment to get to Bucky? She knew nothing special about him. All she knew—all that anything in her apartment would reveal—was that he’d gone dancing recently. How could that possibly be worth the trouble of a stealthy break-in in a multi-unit apartment building? And whatever Mike said or thought, there was really nothing to indicate she’d know more! Dancing with someone, however close, was not an indication of actual closeness.

Even if Bucky was a recluse, there had to be a more substantial lead than her. Wouldn’t anyone with the guts to go after Bucky need to be good enough to do better? Iron Man, the Falcon… Any random SHIELD operative, even. Surely they were the ones worth targeting, not her. Bucky had said so himself—she was normal, a nobody. If they could find her out, they had to be able to find out where Bucky lived himself. She certainly had no idea. But it couldn’t be any more complicated than just following Bucky home from dancing instead of her.

No.

Mike was wrong, she was wrong. Everything was fine. Everything was normal. She just needed to get over herself, and everything would be okay.

—

“We should lesson plan,” Jesse said to Bucky that night. She was sitting on the side of the room to recover from a string of uptempo songs, and for the first time she’d asked for a break before they danced. He’d promptly sat down beside her, which made her smile. Supersoldiers didn’t need to rest; he was here just for her sake. “The proposal is probably going to get approval, so it’d be good to have at least one lesson ready. Especially since the content of the first few lessons tend to get repeated quite a bit.”

“I thought you’d never done this before,” Bucky remarked.

Jesse blushed. “No, but I reached out to a friend who teaches at my alma mater. She lent me a few lesson plans, just so I could see what they looked like. They’re too barebones for my taste though. And we should figure out how we’re doing it ourselves.”

Bucky hummed. “You are full of information.”

“Is that a bad thing?” she asked, a little nervous. But he shook his head seriously.

“It’s good to be prepared.”

Jesse studied him out of the corner of her eye. Bucky was lost in thought. She wondered what was on his mind, but she had the feeling he wouldn’t answer even if she asked. For all that she’d seen him often these last two weeks, she still knew very little about him.

“Have you ever taught before?” she asked. It seemed like a safe question, compared to anything else. He tilted his head towards her, still not looking in her direction. “Apart from the Great Depression thing, I mean.”

“Yes,” he said slowly. “I have.” He fell silent again, his face darkening. The hair on the back of Jesse’s neck stood on end; he looked almost as frightening as her first glimpse of him back at the Stark benefit, when he’d frowned so sternly at her. But after a moment, he shook his head, expression lightening a touch. “Not in a classroom setting. Not… applicable.”

“Yeah,” Jesse said, as lightly as she could. “I feel that.” She bent in her seat to stretch her legs, staring out at the crowd. She recognized a bunch of people, including Mike. Mike hadn’t approached her yet; she couldn’t tell if he was avoiding her. As much as his comments had pissed her off and caused her anxiety, she was sure he’d meant well. And she missed dancing with him. It was worth apologizing, even if only for that.

But first…

A new song began, and Jesse’s lips curled into a smile. Slow, languid—a perfect song for dancing with Bucky.

“I’m good if you still want to dance,” she said.

“Mm,” he answered. He stood smoothly; she bounced to her feet and followed him onto the dance floor, barely containing her grin. Whatever else was going on, or wasn’t going on and was just in her head, these moments made it all worth it. She draped her arm over his and took his hand. He drew her close, and they started to dance.

Jesse’s head was turned outwards. She didn’t see anything around them; she was too focused on the warmth of his hand on her back and the feel of his strong arm under hers. The song was still in its quiet introduction, just quiet enough that Jesse could tell their breathing was matched. Her eyes slid shut, and she just breathed with him. It was the simplest dance she’d ever had, and yet she was completely satisfied.

At one point, Jesse turned her head to look up at him. Bucky glanced down with a little smile and fondly squeezed her right hand in his metal one. She smiled back and looked away, overwhelmed with sudden headiness. Heat flooded her face, her chest; her whole body warmed as they moved in tandem. She was too afraid to look at him again, not with so much heat in her face. She tried to keep her breathing even with his, though her heart was pounding. He didn’t need to know about the longing tightening in her ribcage, pooling in her gut—

No, he didn’t need to know. She could keep it to herself, where it belonged. To herself, she could only think that she’d never felt so agonized by a feeling that should have been wonderful.

Once the song ended, Jesse escaped quickly and went to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face, willing the flush to recede. It was dim in the ballroom, but not nearly dim enough to hide the glow in her cheeks. She glanced surreptitiously at the others going in and out; all the other white women had red in their cheeks too. From a different heat than hers, she suspected.

But it was awfully hot, though thankfully not particularly humid, tonight. Jesse studied her face in the mirror once she’d dried off. Any lingering blush on her cheeks could safely pass for an effect of the temperature. The rest… well, she’d just have to live with it. Dealing with her inexplicable want was on her, not anyone else. Not Bucky.

If she was smart about it, she’d probably pull back. Stop dancing with him so eagerly, stop with the plan for teaching together, stop checking for his texts.

But just the thought of dropping him so neatly gave her a pang of grief. He didn’t deserve to be abandoned. He shouldn’t have to deal with her issues any more than he made her deal with his.

Jesse shook her head and strode out of the bathroom, the heels of her dance shoes clicking on the floor. Time to face the music.

—

Jesse did talk to Mike that night, though less than an hour before the end. Jesse spotted him from the center of the crowd; Bucky had already left, and with him gone she felt better about approaching Mike once the song was over.

“Hey Mike,” she said.

“Hi,” Mike said. He put his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his feet. “How’s it going?”

“I’m alright,” Jesse said. “I wanted to talk to you about—”

“I said some dumb things,” Mike said quickly. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh.” Jesse blinked up at him, then smiled. “Well, thanks. I was going to apologize too. Would you like to dance?”

“Sure,” Mike said, and it was almost as good as that wonderful dance with Bucky. Once it was over, Mike squeezed her shoulders in a one-armed hug. “You coming out on Thursday?”

“Of course!”

He looked down at her. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Don’t be surprised if you see me before then.”

“Oookay,” Jesse said, bemused. “Well, um, I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, no doubt,” Mike said. He squeezed her shoulders one more time and vanished into the crowd.

So much for an ease of tension!

#bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x ofc #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier fic #bucky x ofc #becca writes #fictive february

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Fate, the series (c.e.) (4/6)

Chapter Four- Destiny

Pairing: Professor!Chris Evans x Student!OFC

Word count: 4.4k

Summary: fate (noun): the development of events beyond a person’s control, regarded as determined by a supernatural power. (verb): be destined to happen, turn out, or act in a particular way.

Amara is about to start her senior year of college with her newly single best friend, Elizabeth. She goes out one night and meets a handsome stranger, Chris. Sparks fly. Fast forward a week and she finds out Chris is her professor. What happens when she also meets Sebastian, a cute guy from another one of her classes?

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I sit against the wall outside of the stairwell, having lost the energy to go any further. My knees buckle and my feet feel like they turned to jelly. The air in my lungs struggles to be let in and out. My heart races at the very thought of what just happened. My mind whirls at the knowledge I had just learned. Tears spill from my eyes before I could try and compose myself.

He has a fiancée. He has promised himself to marry someone else; to love them until the end of time. And he had said person and had already made that commitment when he had met me; when he kissed me.

Why? Why did he kiss me that night? Was he getting cold feet when it came to marrying her so he thought he could have one last little fling before truly committing? Did he think kissing a stranger didn’t count as cheating because he figured he would never see me again? Well that sure bit him in the ass, now didn’t it?

I knew something like this was coming. Life was going far too easily for a curveball not to be thrown in there. I assumed it would have to do with Sebastian, not Chris. But karma doesn’t discriminate. She will eff up any situation she possibly can just to stir things up a bit. I knew things were too good to be true.

After taking a few breaths and wiping all traces of tears from my face, I muster up all the strength I had left to get up. I don’t know what I’m going to tell Sebastian when he sees me. He hasn’t seen me cry yet, but with me it’s pretty obvious when I have. My eyes get red and puffy which makes the green of my irises stand out. I can’t tell him the real reason, but I also don’t want to lie to him. If we’re going to start a relationship, I can’t start it off with lying to him. That’d be wrong… But if he knew what had transpired between my professor and me, he might run for the hills. I wouldn’t blame him though.

I also don’t want to walk through the entire school looking like this. I hate when people stare, and you know they will even if they don’t want to. Instead I find the nearest door to the outside and put my sunglasses on. That would be my camouflage. I’d rather take the long way around and hide, possibly giving my eyes some time to return to normal. I plug my headphones into my phone and start on my journey, first texting Sebastian letting him know I was done with my meeting and that I was on my way. He was confused at how short it was, but said he’d meet me outside.

By the time I got there, he was standing outside, just like he said. He greets me with a hug, which I happily returned. I needed it. He asked if something was wrong, but I just said it was because I missed him. Deep down, I did, but that wasn’t the whole reason obviously. He returned my sentiment and we walked back to where his car was. He asked me what happened in my meeting. I still had no idea what I was gonna tell him so I said that I didn’t want to talk about it at that moment. He understood and didn’t bother me about it again. Instead of bringing me right home, we went to get some dinner. I texted Lizzie letting her know I wouldn’t be home for dinner and I would tell her about the meeting when I got home. After dinner, we got frozen yogurt to try and cheer me up. Just spending time with him helped. The sweets are just a bonus.

He dropped me off at about 9. He didn’t come up to my door this time, something about him having to hurry home to finish a test he didn’t study for that’s due at midnight. I told him I would scold him later for that, but for now I just wanted to get inside and crawl into bed. I watched him drive away before getting my keys out.

“Amara.”

“Jesus!” I cry, dropping my keys. Hearing someone’s voice gave me a heart attack. I didn’t hear or see anyone else out here. I look in the direction that I heard my name, only to find the last person I ever wanted to see.

Chris.

“What the hell are you doing here?- No, more importantly, how did you find out where I live?” Because I know I sure as hell didn’t tell him. I pick up my keys and fumble to find the key to my apartment. I was not going to have this conversation.

“Does it even matter?” He steps closer, much to my dismay. I keep my eyes on my keys, not wanting to look at him for fear that I might start crying again.

“Yes, it matters. I need to know so I can report them for giving out personal information.” I finally get the right key into the door and yank it open.

“We need to talk about this afternoon.” He stops the door from opening, stepping in front of it. This effectively locks me outside with him.

“We have nothing to talk about, Professor.” I put emphasis on what he’s supposed to be to me. He shouldn’t be here. He should be at home, with his soon-to-be wife, not stalking a student of his.

“Please don’t call me that...”

“What am I supposed to call you, Mr. Evans? I’m your student. It’s only the respectful thing to do between a student and her teacher.” I’m amazed how well I’m holding myself together right now. I’m not upset anymore. Now I’m angry.

“Amara, please. I can explain everything.” He continues to beg. I still refuse to look at him. Maybe that’s how I’m holding myself together. Because I know that I wouldn’t be able to if I was to look at him.

“There’s no way you can explain your way out of kissing me when you have a fiancée!” I yell feeling myself slip just thinking about him being with someone else. I try to look at anything but him, but I still somehow end up finding his eyes. They look just as pained as I imagine mine look. I hate seeing him like this. I hate that I hate seeing him like this. Why did he have to come into my life and screw it all up? I had been perfectly happy. I was going into my last year of college with my newly-single best friend. We were going to be single girls together with no boy drama. That all went out the window when I met him…

“I had broken it off with her before I moved here. When I got the job offer, I wanted her to come with me, but she didn’t want to move halfway across the country. So, instead of doing the long distance thing, I broke it off. So, no, I technically didn’t have a fiancée when I met you. I was completely unattached.”

I scoff, “You sure about that? Because you looked pretty ‘attached’ in every way possible in your office.” I wanted to erase that image from my mind. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Their bodies pressed up against each other. They looked like a happily engaged couple…

“I had no idea she would be coming here. She surprised me in my office just before you got there. I haven’t seen or heard from her in weeks.” I roll my eyes, not believing a word he’s saying. “I told her I had a meeting with a student, but she wouldn’t leave. She kept saying how badly she made a mistake, how she quit her job to be here, how she missed me, and then she kissed me. I was sucked into the nostalgia of being with her again. It may sound cheesy but I got caught up in the moment. That is, until you came in.”

“Oh, so I was your rebound.” I don’t phrase it as a question, because I knew there was no question about it. I was his rebound. He had broken up with his fiancée and found some poor sucker to try to move on with in a brand new city. That “poor sucker” just happened to be me.

“You are not a rebound.” He steps closer, running his hands down my arms. He leveled himself with me so I would look him in the eyes. “You are the biggest and best surprise I could have ever asked for.” My heart starts to ache at his seemingly sincere words.

I shake my head, breaking eye contact with him. I don’t want to be sucked into him again. He basically trapped me on the swing last time and I was not about to let that happen a second time.

He sighs seemingly giving up a fight he knows he won’t win. “Before you completely write me off, can I tell you what happened after you left?”

“Knock yourself out.”

“After you walked away, I sat in that stairwell, thinking. Thinking about you and her.” Great, he’s comparing the two of us. Guess who’s going to win that battle? Miss Perfect who is a thin as a pin or me… “And then I thought about kissing her.”

“Please spare me the details.” I beg feeling nauseous at the mere mention of the two of them.

“I wasn’t going to go into detail. I wouldn’t do that to you.” He runs his thumb gently down my cheek, sending every nerve ending into a frenzy. “What I was going to say was: I thought about that kiss and I realized something.” I meet his eyes again, waiting for him to go on. Unfortunately, he had my attention. “I felt nothing. No sparks. No chemistry. Nothing.” He gets within a few inches of me this time, taking my face in both of his hands. “It was nothing compared to what I felt with you,” He whispers. “I felt more with you in one night than I had with her in 4 years. That’s gotta count for something, right?”

And just like that, he sucked me back in. Damn him.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I want you to know…” He gently brushes his thumb across my cheek again. I subconsciously lean into his hand, loving his touch. “If I had the choice between being with her again and being with you, there would be no doubt in my mind that I would choose you.”

I gaze into his eyes, memorizing the gray and green flecks in his eyes before snapping out of the moment. I take his hands off me, stepping back. “No, I can’t do this.” I shake my head, trying to get his words out of my head. “I can’t listen to this. Not from you.”

“Amara-”

“No! You are my professor.” I keep thinking that if I say it out-loud enough times, I might actually start to believe it. “We should have a normal student-teacher relationship where I see you in class for four hours a week and not outside of class at all unless we unfortunately bump into each other at the grocery store, and our conversations should only pertain to what’s going on in class and how I can improve my writing because there’s always room to improve, not talking about feelings and other personal things. Why can’t we have that kind of relationship?”

“Because as destiny would have it, we weren’t meant to have that kind of relationship. We were meant to meet at that bar a week before classes started. We were meant to see each other outside of the classroom environment to see who we really are.” He proclaims passionately.

I spit back, “You know I don’t believe in that kind of thing.” I cross my arms defiantly, no matter how badly I didn’t want to be. I admire his passion. His passion in his words, in the kiss we shared… and the flashbacks of that night were in my head at his aforementioned phenomenon.

“Despite what you told me that night, yes, I do know. That’s what I read in your paper, disobeying my original assignment. If it were any other professor teaching this course, they would have failed you.”

“Then why didn’t you?!” I snap, “Why don’t you be like a normal professor?”

“Because a normal professor wouldn’t have these feelings for one of their students!” He yells back, throwing his arms up in the air in exasperation.

“What feelings?! You are my professor! That is all you can be to me!” I share his feelings of exasperation, trying not to yell so loudly. I didn’t want to bring any unwanted attention to us. It was then that I became aware that we were still in front of my apartment building.

“I am not just your professor! I can’t be! Whenever I know I’m going to see you, I get excited. When I don’t, I look forward to the next time I do. When I see you smile, I want you to smile at me like that. When I see you writing, I immediately want to read it because then I get a glimpse of your beautiful mind. When I see you with him, I want to beat the hell out of him because you were with me first.” His jaw clenched at the mention of Sebastian for a second. “I want to hold your hand, pull you into my arms and never let you go,” He sighs, “I just want you.”

Before I could get sucked up in his words again, I focus on my keys and open the door again. “I’m sorry, Chris. I can’t do this.” Without waiting for him to answer, I finally get into my building and basically drag myself up the stairs to my apartment.

“Ooh Sebastian kept you out late to-night!” Lizzie purposely turned “tonight” into two syllables putting emphasis on what she thought might have happened this evening. If I wasn’t so upset, I would have rolled my eyes at her. She was in the kitchen when she spoke, but when she didn’t get a response, she came out with a serious look. “Oh my God, what happened?”

“Chris happened!”

“Chris? I thought you were with Sebastian?” Confusion was written all over her face.

“I was! But right after he dropped me off, Chris basically ambushed me out front.”

She motioned for me to sit on the couch. “So, what did he say?”

“All of the right and wrong things.” I basically gave her a play-by-play of our conversation. Reliving every emotion once again, wanting nothing more than to believe every word he said, wanting to feel his touch and gaze into his eyes for as long as I can. But wanting to forget everything that happened, everything he said, everything he made me feel. Sebastian makes me happy and can give me everything I want right now. I have no questions or doubts about him. He cares about me and makes me giddy just by looking at me. He’s a prince who wants a pauper like me. I can’t screw that up.

“Wow.” She sits back, taking everything in. “You were right to walk away before anything happened. I like Sebastian. He’s been really good for you. I haven’t seen you smile that much in a long time.” I know she’s right. It’s been years since my last relationship. After it ended, I went into a rut. I didn’t date or even look at another guy. I watched Lizzie and Robbie go out on dates, have casual nights in, be happy with each other no matter what they were doing. I would watch the best relationships on TV blossom over and over with no semblance of jealousy. I didn’t feel the need to have another relationship. Until now. Chris helped me realize that I can have those kinds of feelings again when I thought it might not happen. He opened the door for my heart to accept Sebastian.

Then why can’t I get Chris out of my head?

“I like Sebastian, too. A lot. So why does this guy affect me so much?” The million dollar question.

“Maybe if you met Sebastian first, things might have been different.” She shrugs.

I slump over at her statement. That might be true. If I had met Sebastian at the bar that night instead of Chris, things would have been way different. Then I might just see Chris as my hot professor and admire him from afar like any normal student would. Why can’t my life be that easy?

No. I refuse to be this sap. Life can be that easy. I’m making a promise right now. I will not think about Chris in any way. Not as a friend. Not as anything more than my professor. Sebastian deserves my full attention and that’s what I’m going to give him. I promise.

By the time Sebastian showed up for our dinner and a movie date, I had erased all thoughts of Mr. Evans. That night never happened. The first day I met him was in class. Our first interaction was when I handed in my paper. We haven’t had any contact since then. He is, and always will be, my professor. Nothing more.

After dinner, we stopped at the gas station before heading to the movie theater to stock up on candy and stuff to drink. We stashed it in my oversized purse and snuck it in to the theater. We cuddled throughout the whole movie, thanks to the new loungers the theater has. We’d make some side comments about things that happened in the movie, making the other laugh.

“So…” He starts when we walked out of the theater. “We’ve had our afternoon hangout session and dinner and a movie.”

It was then that I got nervous. I know what he was about to ask. That’s what I said would have to be done before he made the “girlfriend request.” After what happened with the other guy, I didn’t know if I could go through with it. Would I feel that passion with Sebastian? Would I get the same feeling with him as I did before? I know he can make me happy. He already has. He’s made me happier than any guy ever has. So why am I hesitant?

Maybe I should tell him. Maybe I should let him know what he was to me before I met him. I don’t want to start a relationship with him with that kind of secret.

“Does that mean I can make the request now?” He slips his hand through mine bringing us to a stop by his car.

“You can,” I state, “but I want to let you know something before you do so, which might change your decision.” I shift to lean up against the car, staring at my feet.

“Okay. What is it?” I hear the slight nervousness mixed with curiosity in his voice as he also leaned against the car.

“Um…” I had to collect my thoughts and think about how I was going to say this without completely freaking him out. “You remember my Advanced Writing of Fiction professor?”

“Yeah, the one you’re trying to make fall in love with you by defying him.” He chuckles at his joke. I however did not. He’s about to find out that he shouldn’t make that joke again.

“Well, I actually met him before school started and we…”

“Dated?” He interjects showing no signs of a freak-out session about to happen.

“No! Not even close. I wouldn’t necessarily call it a ‘fling’ either. It was a one night thing, and all we did was kiss. That’s it. We didn’t even exchange numbers afterwards. I didn’t find out he was my professor until like a week later.”

“And then what happened?”

“Nothing. Nothing has happened since that one night. I would be lying if I said there haven’t been moments where something almost happened, but it was because of you that they didn’t.” He seems to perk up a little at that.

“Is that right?” He steps forward, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Yes. You’re who I want to be with. I care about you, you ridiculously adorable dork.” I know I’m making the right decision. Sebastian is who I need. He is who I can and want to be with.

“Can I ask you now?” He tightens his grip around my waist, eager to finally ask the question I’ve been wanting him to ask since I met him. I nod. “Will you, please, be my girlfriend?”

I smile at the word. Girlfriend. A title I haven’t had for a very long time; a title I never thought would sound so good coming from someone’s mouth. Being someone’s- no, Sebastian’s girlfriend is exactly what I want to be. “I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend.”

His heart-stopping smile takes my breath away as he leans in. I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I met him. I’ve wanted to know what his lips against mine would feel like. Would there be any sparks like I feel when I’m around him? Would they be soft? Would he be more dominant? I had so many questions that were about to get answered.

But when his lips met mine, there was nothing. It was enjoyable. His lips are soft and he’s tender in his movements. However, there were no sparks. My toes didn’t want to curl. My heart didn’t smile. Disappointment filled my entire being instead of excitement.

How can you get butterflies around someone; literally get giddy even thinking about seeing him, but feel nothing? Are my expectations too high? Have romance movies and novels totally skewed my idea of what should happen during first kisses?

Or is it something else entirely?

I steer my mind away from where I know it wants to go. I cannot allow myself to go there. Sebastian doesn’t deserve to get compared to anyone else. It’s not fair to either of us if I did so…

I’ve been good this past week at not thinking about him as anything more than the man who leads my class. I’ve come prepared with a submission for him so I can take my leave early, avoiding any possible contact (physical or visual) while doing so. Whenever my mind starts, I text Sebastian to distract myself. He always brings a smile to my face no matter the situation. He makes me happy. So what if there is no spark there? I don’t need it to be happy with someone. He is who I need in my life.

I lie in my bed that night thinking about today. I finally have a boyfriend again. I have someone I can confide in; someone I can do new things with; someone. I have someone. So why aren’t I as happy as I should be right now? This is supposed to be the “honeymoon” stage. I’m supposed to walk on water and worship the ground he walks on. I should want to be with him 24/7, but my first instinct was to go home after I said yes. I wanted to be alone. Who the hell does that?

Of course as soon as I got home, Lizzie wanted to know how it went. I wanted to lie and not tell her, but I figured she’d find out either way. She freaked, telling me how excited she was for me and how much she likes him for me. I tried to match her excitement, but I failed miserably. Never in a million years did I think I would feel like this when I got a boyfriend again.

I was broken out of my thoughts by Lizzie barging into my room. “Okay, what is it? I feel like I was more excited than you were.” She plops down on my bed, sitting Indian-style. “You did not sound as excited as I thought you would be.”

I groan at how well she knows me. “I literally have no idea.” I sit up, sulking. “I like this guy, a lot. He’s everything I wished for. He’s smart, funny, family-oriented, kind, adorable-”

“He’s literally the entire package.” She sums up.

“He really is! So what the hell is wrong with me?” I throw myself back, exasperated at how quickly things changed. My hands flew up to my face, hoping to hide the shame I feel.

“I don’t know if this question is allowed…” she pauses as if second guessing her decision, “do you think it has anything to do with Chris?”

I knew that’s what she was going to ask before she even finished her sentence. She knew I would be thinking it but would never voice it. So, as my best friend it was her job to do it for me. Damn her.

I groan again not liking the answer I want to give. In my heart I know it is. I know he is the reason as much as I want to deny it. Everything I felt with him was…. all I hoped for when finding someone. The way he touched me and how it created goosebumps to form over my entire body… the way my toes curled when he kissed me, my heart smiled… The way I wanted to be with him after that but forced myself away before anything else could ensue… the way my thoughts were captivated by him the days that followed even after I knew who he was… my heart wants him and apparently my body agrees with it. Everything except my head.

My head knows I could never be with Chris. With him being my professor, that’s forever what he will be known for. Even if it’s perfectly legal, just frowned upon, it can’t happen. Especially not now that I have a boyfriend. A boyfriend who adores me and makes me happy.

However my heart knows I could never be truly happy with Sebastian. As hard as I would try to be, I would always wonder where Chris was, how he was, and what it would be like to be with him instead.

“Of course it does,” I grunt. “It has everything to do with him. He has quite literally wrecked every other guy for me.” I sit back up. “But, I refuse to let that perfect bastard ruin the first relationship I’ve had in years. Sebastian is a wonderful guy who deserves the world. I’m going to try to give it to him.” I’m determined.

Chapter Five- Chance

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Delicate Stages Drabbles: Ten

I Could Do Without a Tan on my Left Hand

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: Drabbles following Delicate Stages. Looking into the life of Bucky and Ana. Warnings: Language. Fluff. .

Words: 4.2k

A/N: These drabbles are starting to go somewhere now, catching up with the timeline….I’m posting drabbles for Delicate Stages here! (Do not read unless you’ve read Delicate Stages first)

Excitement and affection runs through Ana’s entire body as she stares down at the ring on her left hand. She admires its simple beauty, holding up her hand as she beams at Bucky. He fondly shakes his head, rolling his eyes as she holds up her right hand as well. The identical dark blue ring sits on her right middle finger, opposite of her left.

“Ready?” Ana questions, attempting to tamper down her giddiness.

Bucky sees right through her. “You’re way too excited for this.”

“You offered. I asked T’Challa, but he said he already had this experience once and didn’t want to relive it.”

“Great.”

Ana blows him a kiss along with a wink. She twists her new, carefully made energy rings like Shuri instructed her to. Instantly, a thin layer of something materializes over her entire body, shimmering lightly, and sitting close like a second layer of skin. Ana marvels at the sight, turning her hand and wiggling her fingers in front of her. The force field is barely noticeable, the shimmer only visible when it catches the light just so. No one would be able to catch on to it right away, unless they were looking for it.

Curious, Ana gently presses her fingertips of each hand together, closing her them like she’s praying. The force field just morphs over her hands, accommodating to the new connection. She releases an excited little noise at the sight. Already she can feel her energy leveling out, safely contained without any effort on her part. It almost feels like a weight as been lifted off her shoulders.

“Now you’re sure this is safe, right?” She checks with Shuri one last time.

Shuri nods, but her eyes are focused on something in her hand. She taps the bead, then a screen projects several inches above her palm. Ana spots a little red holographic dot on the screen.

“White Boy Wonder has nothing to worry about,” She assures, smirking at Ana. “Plus, he’d be quicker to bounce back anyhow. Just make sure you don’t add anything to the energy extraction. The first, automatic defense is draining the opponent’s energy without you having to do so immediately.”

“Are you recording this!?” Bucky suddenly questions, voice indignant. He points a menacing finger at her. “Do not show Steve.”

“It is for research purposes!”

From somewhere behind Ana, T’Challa snorts. He has been sitting further back, content to spectate from a distance. Ana bites back her laugh.

“I promise to make it up to you, Winter Bunny,” Ana tells him sweetly.

Bucky drops his finger, shooting her a playfully glare at the name. “I demand flan for dessert.”

In true adult fashion, Ana sticks her tongue out at him. She sees his face soften, the little crinkles by his eyes appearing. It’s his fond face he has for her, one he swears he doesn’t do. It’s on video now.

“Ready, darlin’?” Bucky checks in, shifting on his feet.

“Bring it, babe,” She responds lightly.

Bucky suddenly sprints at her, gave her no warning he was going to do so. Ana waits for the last second, then places her hands up, palms flat. The moment Bucky’s chest comes in contact with her hands, is the same moment there’s a flash of golden white light, and Bucky is now across the room. He’s groaning, flat on his back.

Ana’s eyes widen for a moment, staring at her shimmering hands before she carefully jogs to where he is. As she peers down at him, his eyes are closed, and he abruptly looks exhausted. She’d be worried, if it weren’t for the slightly furrow of his brows and the little tilt of his lips.

“Bucky? Are you okay? Was that too much? Are you hurt?” Ana can’t help but question. She twists her rings and the field fades away.

“Sleep,” Bucky mumbles, barely raising his hand off the ground to wave it.

“What?” She drops to her knees next to him. She places her hand on his forehead, causing his eyes to flutter open.

“M’fine, baby,” He sighs heavily. “Hell, is that what you do to people? I feel like plug was just pulled from inside me.”

“Sorry,” Ana mutters sheepishly.

She feels a little guilty now, almost insecure about her abilities. She has always used her Empathic Healing more than her Energy Alchemy on people. Bucky’s laying in front of her, eyes struggling to remain open is why. For a long while, she couldn’t remember how it felt to drain Eric Woods’ life energy, however Bucky is correct. It felt like she had found a plug and slowly began pulling until there was almost nothing left. If the rings do a small amount of draining for her, she wonders how much damage she can really do with full force.

“Hey, Annie Doll, I’m fine. Really,” Bucky reassure, slowly leaning up on his elbows.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have these,” She says quietly, moving to take the rings off.

Bucky stops her, taking hold of her hand with his left. “How are you feeling? Any different in your levels?”

She shakes her head. “No, I feel completely fine.”

“Then it worked. I’m the first person to refuse it, but honestly, if it came to having you fight for something again, these protect you. Physically, but also from draining yourself as well.”

“If you say so. They are pretty cool.”

Chuckling, Bucky finally sits up, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and kissing her temple. “I feel fine, Ana. Just sleepy.”

“So,” Shuri’s cautious voice breaks them out of their little bubble. “Evaluation time?”

Ana listens to Shuri continue to talk about the rings, as Bucky is slumped forward, resting his head against her chest. His arms are loosely wrapped around her waist as he sits on one of the desks by the computer. She’s reminded of their time in the Lab back in New York, when Bucky would sit patiently, willing to listen to Ana’s words as she stood in front of him. She cards her fingers through his long, thick hair, now brushing the top of his shoulders.

Honestly, Ana loves the rings. She loves that Shuri took the time and consideration to make them, all with the goal to help regulate her powers while catering to Bucky’s primal want of keeping her safe. T’Challa brings the video up, and the four of them watch it once, for true research purposes. The next five times they watch it is for pure entertainment.

When Ana and Bucky arrive back at the hut, he immediately flops down on the little bed, pulling her along with him. He presses lazy kisses over every inch of her face, from the top of her head to her chin. It makes her giggle as his thickening beard tickles her skin, and she snuggles under his jaw, pressing her own kiss to his neck.

“I love your powers, Ana,” He whispers, drifting off to sleep. “Every single part of you.”

Ana thinks her heart will never stop fluttering at Bucky’s words.

A week passes by and Ana is so utterly confused. Bucky hasn’t been ignoring her per say, but he’s felt off. He’s been quieter, almost as reserved as he was when they first met. It causes a strange clenching feeling in her stomach.

“Bucky, you’re sure I didn’t-“She starts for the 100th time.

“No, Ana. Really, it’s not that,” Bucky cuts her off. He kisses her knuckles, but inhales deeply afterwards. Then he releases her hand quickly.

“Well, you’re acting funny. I don’t like it,” She grumbles, fiddling with her phone. “I’m going to call Pepper. We haven’t chatted in a while.”

She stands up from the couch, ignoring the movie on the TV. She’s stopped when her wrist is caught in his right hand. She glances over her shoulder, Bucky’s face impassive.

“I’m sorry, Annie,” He says, eyes flicking to hers. “I’ve just been feeling…off. Just thinking lately.”

“Is it the Accords again?”

Steve had called once again, informing Bucky of what was going on. Ana had overheard, and from the sounds of it, tension is rising and it’s not stopping. She’s worried it’s going to cause a major riff between her friends. She remembers Wanda expressing crushing guilt the last time they spoke on the phone; the young woman blaming herself for the entire reason the Accords exist in the first place.

Bucky frowns slightly, tilting his head. He blinks, and his face goes back to being stoic. “Yes.”

Ana sighs, twisting her hand until their fingers lace together. “Don’t let it worry you too much, okay? I’m sure they can come to some other agreement. I hope.”

He nods as Ana’s phone rings. She glances at the screen, as if Pepper had a feeling Ana needed to talk to her anyway. Her cousin is calling. She flashes Bucky a little smile, before pulling her hand away.

“Hey,” His voice stops her from walking out of the room. “I love you.”

Ana gives him a real smile, because the soft fondness is in his eyes again. “Love you, too.”

A warm breeze gently blows the stray hairs hanging around Ana’s face off her cheeks. She blinks at the sunset casting soft oranges and pinks over the lake. She has lived in Wakanda for ten months now, and to this day, she still can’t get over the beauty of it. This spot by the lake, just on the bank, had quickly became her favorite, and it’s not from how beautiful and peaceful it is. Mainly, it’s her favorite spot because this is where Bucky looks his best, where he took her that first time, and in all the time Ana had known him, she had never seen a more serene, accepting and free expression on his face than when he’s here. This is their spot.

They usually meet at this spot at the end of their days, whether Bucky works out in the field all day, or if Ana had spent her hours at the Lab. Without fail, they meet here. Without fail, Bucky greets her with the most delicate of kisses, still tantalizing to this day. She had wondered a few times when she first moved here, if the love Bucky has for her would fade, just fizzle off like a flame coming to its end. It hasn’t, and she felt guilty for even thinking it, mainly because her love for him will never fade. Ever. They seemed share this little seed of doubt with each other, under the cover of night, and it always ended with heart felt confessions and reminders that their love for each other will never end. It’s stronger than ever.

It’s been eight months since those delicate nights and confessions. Not once has it been thought of again, because they both know, no matter what they go through, their love is solid, and real. Even with the strange way Bucky has been acting. Ana glances away from the horizon to look over at him.

Bucky isn’t looking at the sunset like Ana was expecting him too. Instead, he’s staring at her, a softness coloring his blue eyes, and a gentle smile tugging at his lips. His hair is a little messy, stray strands falling out from the bun Ana had put it in this morning. He looks a little tired, as he always does when he works on the farm, and there’s a little piece of hay stuck by his ear, as if he was rolling around the grass again with the children and his goats.

Ana carefully reaches up, pulling the hay from his hair, and tossing it aside. Bucky’s smile grows, his eyes crinkling a little at the corners, and deep blue glittering in the setting sunlight. Every time Bucky stares at her this way, her heart surges in warmth and her stomach flutters; each and every time.

“What?” Ana murmurs, keeping the small chuckle bubbling up her throat at bay.

Bucky minutely shakes his head. “You’re just so beautiful. I’m sorry I’ve been strange lately.”

Ana bites her lip, because Bucky is always so soft in their spot. “Bucky…it’s okay.”

He shifts closer, lifting his hands to gently trace along her jaw. “I have something to ask you.”

Quirking a curious, Ana questions, “What is that?”

He leans in, his lips grazing over hers. “Did you bring the Nutella?”

Ana cackles, throwing her head back. Bucky follows suit, taking the basket from her hands. He opens the tops, rummaging through it, before he pulls out the jar with a triumphant expression.

“How many times have we had dinner here, and you’re still asking me that silly question?”

Bucky shrugs, a shit eating grin on his face now. He quickly kisses her nose. Rolling her eyes fondly, Ana goes to grab the jar back when one of the goat bleats. She turns in the direction, making sure they’re okay. Apparently one of the older goats chased away a younger one from its spot on the hay bail.

She turns to see if Bucky had noticed the funny exchange, but he’s no longer standing. Ana drops her eyes, only to see him kneeling. He’s not looking at her, instead his head is pointed down, his hands searching for something in the soft sand and grass on the bank of the lake.

“What are you doing?” She questions, confused.

Bucky halts his movements for a moment. He sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. He doesn’t answer her, just goes back to running his fingers through the ground. The goat bleats again. Ana whirls around and laughs, the younger goat has now taken over the pile of hay.

“Are you seeing this? That little one is a-”Ana’s words fade out in her throat when she turns back.

Whatever he was looking for, Bucky found. Because he’s kneeling properly now, a nervous glint in his eyes that matches the timid smile on his lips. He’s holding his right hand under his chin, fist clenched tight. He takes a deep breath, then slowly hold his hand out in the air.

“What are you doing?” Ana breathes, her heartbeat rapidly speeding up.

Bucky shifts his fingers. Suddenly, he’s holding a ring between his thumb and forefinger. All air leaves Ana’s lung. The ring he is holding glitters against the setting sun. It glitters because it’s a golden ring. It glitters because it’s a diamond, golden ring. A ring with one, rather decent size, round diamond in the middle, framed by a smaller diamonds on each side.

“I,” Bucky begins, his voice cracking. He clears his throat. “I-I’m trying…”

Ana is sure the world has stopped spinning around her. Her heart is racing, her blood warming throughout her veins. She can’t be sure, but she thinks her mouth is hanging open a little, and her eyes are wide. She feels frozen.

“Ana,” Bucky speaks firmly, but quiet. His voice shakes with nerves.

Ana places her hand over her heart.

“The first time I saw you I knew you were something different, something special. That day you put your hand on my chest and told me to feel. That day all I felt was you. All I feel is you, and all I’m ever going to feel is you. My life…my life has been filled with darkness, but you have become the brightest light in my world since I met you. There were days where I didn’t see the point…I was just surviving. But now, I know my life has been worth living because you are in it. And I- I would really love to spend the rest of my days with you. So, AnaRosa Rios. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

Bucky spoke slowly, clearly, so every word he said was eloquent, deliberate. Ana heard every single word he spoke. She swears her heart had stopped beating, only to jump-start again at his nervous question.

The beautiful man in front of her in on his knee, holding a beautiful ring up in front of her. His beautiful blue eyes are swimming with emotion, too fast for her to decipher. This man, her beautiful Bucky, is asking her to marry him. Tears sting her eyes that have been staring open for far too long. Ana blinks.

Slowly, Ana falls to her knees, now on the same level as him. She feels her lips spread into a slow, gentle smile as she cups both of his cheeks with her hands. She can feel him trembling, can see his own tears building up in his incredible blue eyes. She feels her own tear stray and run down her cheek.

“James Buchanan Barnes,” Ana says softly, but with all the conviction she has. “Of course, I’ll marry you.”

Bucky blinks, inhaling deeply before exhaling shakily. “You will?”

He asks as if he can’t believe her words. Ana nods, a noise escaping her mouth; a strange mix of a laugh and a sob.

“Yes. Yes, Bucky, God yes.”

Then Ana pulls him in for a kiss. It’s breathless, and wet because her tears have fallen, and they’re both releasing little huffs of laughter. The kiss is no longer a proper one, just their smiles and teeth pressed against each other’s. She runs her fingers through his hair, then traces along his jaw, swipes her thumbs under his eyes, wiping away his tears.

They stay like that for several long moments, Ana holding Bucky’s face, with Bucky’s left arm hugging around her waist. He pulls back slightly, enough for him to slip his arm away from her hips to hold her left hand. He goes to slip the ring on, but he fumbles, and drops it.

“Damnit,” He chuckles, dropping his forehead to her shoulder. “That’s the second time.”

“Did you…is that what you were looking for earlier?” Ana laughs, petting the back of his head.

“Yes,” He grumbles, finding the ring and picking it up. He wipes it on his shirt. “I was so goddamn nervous.”

He gets it on the second try, gently slipping the ring on her forth finger of her left hand. It looks beautiful. It looks like it belongs there. It looks like Bucky carefully picked it out. Ana holds her hand up, her heart swelling too large to fit in her chest.

The ring is so simple, utterly delicate and stunning. It’s not over the top, or clustered with gems. As she continues to gaze at it, she thinks it symbolizes both of them. She loves it. She locks eyes with Bucky. She loves him. She feels him, and every single emotion radiating off him. Realization dawns on her.

“Bucky,” She places her newly jeweled hand on his cheek. “Is this why you were acting so…”

“Standoffish?” He finishes for her. He frowns, a guilty look washing over his face. “Yeah, I’m so sorry, baby. I just didn’t want you to catch on.”

“Well, good job. I had no idea,” She laughs honestly. She glances at the ring again. “I love it. I love you.”

Bucky pulls her in, pressing a sweet, tender kiss to her lips. “I love you so much, Annie.”

The youngest goat bleats again. They break out of their kiss, laughing loudly.

“I love you too!” Bucky shouts towards the goat.

Ana nearly falls over laughing.

They had finished their dinner by the lake, with goofy smiles, and little touches. After they were done, Bucky had grabbed her left hand, thumbing over the ring. One look at each other, and they were rushing back to the apartment instead of spending the night at the hut.

The baskets and its contains, plates and napkin and crumbles, were scattered across the floor. Their clothes decorated the counter, the couch, even the TV. The wall had suffered a small dent from where Bucky had slammed into it, all due to Ana’s ministrations. The table cloth had been ripped off the surface when Ana had bumped into it, gripping onto the nearest thing as Bucky sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.

Neither of them had been holding back. The lights had flickered on and off, the atmosphere of the room had thickened, heavy with unabashed emotion both of them were releasing into the air. Bucky had pressed her to the wall, to the chair sitting in the corner, to their bed. Ana had dug her nails into his skin, had pulled his hair to bring him closer. They both pressed each other into the mattress, taking turns as they kissed, bit, licked and made love to each other for the rest of the night. Their hands laced together, with the new sensation of the engagement ring against their skin.

The sun was now rising, soft hues of blues breaking through the curtains. Their legs are tangled together, their bodies pressed closer, skin damp with sweat, the air smelling of sex. They continue to press little loving kisses to each other on every and any place they can reach. Finally, Bucky takes Ana’s left hand once more, pressing his lips over her ring finger.

“I’d never thought I would come close to having this,” He confesses between them, voice barely a whisper. His eyes remain locked on hers.

Ana doesn’t need to have empathic powers to knows how much love he has for her. It’s shinning in his eyes like stars. She blinks back tears; the whole night has been an emotional ride. She brushes his damp hair away from his face.

“I never knew I could feel this much love,” She tells him, keeping her voice soft. “You are my heart and soul, Bucky.”

He moves her hand over his chest, his heart fluttering beneath her palm. “I feel you. Always.”

Ana knows she’s blushing, and it’s not from their night of passionate lovemaking. She presses a tender kiss to his chin.

“I love you,” She breathes, shifting as Bucky does the same. They end up resting against the headboard, Ana’s back against his chest. She holds her hand out. “I fucking love this ring, too.”

Bucky laughs, kissing her temple. “I’m glad. I was so nervous picking it out. I thought it fit you perfectly. I’m grateful for the help.”

“What help?”

“Uh…”

Ana turns her head up to look at him. “Who helped you?”

“Pepper. Wanda…Nat.”

Her mouth drops. “They knew?”

“Pepper knew. Wan and Nat…they were sending me pictures a while ago, thinking they could tease me and such. They have no idea how long I’ve been planning on asking you.”

“How long?” Ana can’t help but smile giddily at the idea.

“Since you moved here,” Bucky shrugs casually. His blushing cheeks betray him. “I was considering it. Then you had the surgery, then the wedding planning started, and I knew I wanted to ask you. I thought, maybe I should wait until after the wedding. But I didn’t want to ask without getting blessings first.”

“Blessings? Oh, my God. You asked permission to marry me? From Pepper?”

Bucky’s eyes shift, a slow smile spreading across his mouth. “And Tony.”

Ana sits up, twisting to fully look at him. “You…Bucky. You asked Tony’s permission to marry me?”

“Yes. Yes, I did.”

Tears well up in her eyes again. “At their wedding…”

“That’s why I was so nervous.”

“I thought it was because there were so many people.”

“Nah. It was because I was asking the man who used to hate every fiber of my being to marry someone who is extremely important to him. Like family.”

“We’re all family,” Ana reminds him, fondly thinking of everyone at the compound.

“Yes, doll” Bucky pokes at her nose. She tugs his hair. “But you’re like his sister…daughter?”

Ana makes a noise. “He’s…only 18 years older than me.”

“Not the point, darlin’. I asked him, them, nervous as all hell. He said “yes, about damn time.” Pepper smacked him but agreed,” Bucky laughs. “It was that same trip where I picked out the ring. Pepper and I snuck out before they left for their honeymoon. Uh, Stark gave me money.”

“He what!?” Ana gasps in shock.

“He said I was long over due being paid for that mission a while ago. He gave me cash as payment, told me to spend it how I please. That it was my money because I earned it.”

“Holy shit. Wait, I didn’t get paid for that. Rude.”

He chuckles at her pout, thumbing at her bottom lip. “I’m trying to say that I paid for it myself, and not-“

“Hey, sweetheart,” Ana stops him with a smile. “I’m not concerned about that, babe, it’s alright.” She holds up her hand again, “Although…this is what? Just under a carat? Jesus.”

“It’s .75.”

“Bucky…holy shit.”

“It’s a moissanite, Ana. Or, the main stone is. I remembered your rant about diamonds.”

Ana laughs, falling back against his chest. “You’re amazing. Are the smaller ones diamonds then?”

“Yes, I couldn’t help myself.”

“Bucky, I love you,” She tells him, turning her face again. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

The smile on Bucky’s face makes his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunch up. It makes her heart swell.

“I can’t wait for you to be my wife, Ana. I love you so much.”

They share a sweet kiss, before Ana breaks away.

“M’Baku is going to be so heartbroken.”

Bucky tackles her to the mattress. “Too damn bad,” He growls.

He spends the rest of the morning making Ana everything but her fiancé.

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