#firefly lane fic

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Labyrinth - Bucky Barnes - Chapter IX

Summary: labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way. Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends.  A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)

Word Count: 13.2 k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: chapter contains 18+ moments, minors DNI, fluff, sm/ut, dir/ty talk, p in v, hot bucky, swearing, soft bucky, protective bucky, drinking, a few derogatory comments from sharon and brock, feels cause wedding speeches. discussion about financial troubles, illness and surgery of family members

AN.: last chapter before the epilogue

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New York City greets you with looming clouds, rain and traffic. Parting at the airport with the remaining couples, staring out of the taxi window and at the racing droplets a sigh escapes your lips. 

It isn’t tired, nor is it one of relief but one that serves as a reminder. The reminder made you smile. Your thumb traces the ring, now that harbours a promise. 

A promise of truths instead of lies. 

A promise backed by feelings of love, reciprocated love. 

A promise that Bucky and you would make it out together.

Puffin: Thinking of you, my Sunshine. 

The message makes you giddy with happiness. 

Puffin loves Sunshine. 

Bucky loves you, you! 

Puffin: you look adorable grinning at the screen, I didn’t realise I had that effect on you. 

The grin drops and you search around the packed cars in the unmoving lane. How the hell did he know? 

Puffin: Searching for me in the crowd? I’m in your heart, raza de soare.

Sunshine: You’re incorrigible. Pulling my leg like that. 

Puffin: I had to pull your leg to get you to the edge, you denied me my pre-flight meal. 

You shiver at the reminder, clit pulsing in memory of Bucky’s lips latched around it. Devouring you, the moans he prayed against you. Hands holding your hips, keeping you in place. 

Sunshine: aiwurjd

This fucking man will drive you to the brink of insanity. 

Sunshine: i meant um

Puffin: 🤣🤣🤣

Sunshine: oh you aren’t getting any meals now. 

Puffin: Sunshine, you can’t deny me. 

Sunshine: watch me. 

Puffin: watch you? 

Sunshine: yeah, you will know what I mean. 

You had taken a few pictures in the pretty lingerie that was stuffed deep into your suitcase. It was supposed to be what you wore during your first night there but that turned to well, almost freezing and then being saved by Bucky. 

You had however taken pictures while packing. Selecting three you send them off to Bucky, your face hidden in them but he would know it's you. 

Puffin: qeuejdh

You giggle happily. 

Puffin: where have you been hiding this pretty set? Why was I not allowed to take it off of your body with my teeth? Or rip it? And then buy you a new one and rip it too?

You can just imagine him shifting around in his seat. 

Sunshine: oh just this was in my suitcase…

Puffin: And you did not put it on?????????? Is this how you treat the love of your life? Is this how I am to be treated by the love of my life??? 

Puffin: lots to unpack in that message but I mean every word. 

He begins to video call as you type out the reply. Connecting the headphones you answer. Bucky’s face pops up, his hair is slightly dishevelled but his eyes are bright. A smile on his lips. Those kissable, love confessing lips. 

You smile back, “Hi.”

“Don’t hi, me, I’m mad at you! I could have unwrapped you like the best fucking present and you deny me?” Bucky places a hand on his heart to convey his feelings of betrayal.  

“Overdramatic much?” You shake your head but laugh at his antics. 

“Sunshine, I meant what I said.” He adds, expression turning serious the way it does when he really wants you to listen. 

“I know.” You hope your expression conveys it. 

That he knows, you know because it is true for you too. 

“Good, I was beginning to think I’d have to change cabs.” The camera shifts and you stare at yourself looking into the phone. 

Blinking several times, you look at the side, sure enough Bucky grins and waves. His laugh thrums through you. You wave back at him and shake your head at his antics. The traffic clears and the two of you watch as the roads diverge, taking you to opposite sides of the city.

“I miss you.” You tell him, thumb running over his face.

“I miss you too.” The smile isn’t happy but one of solemn acceptance, “I’ll meet you soon enough okay? Work needs to be–great just got called in for a zoom meeting.” He grumbles, the screen blurring as Bucky switches apps to reply.

The call drops and he sends a string of texts, you assure him that it's okay. Soon enough as your apartment comes into view exhaustion creeps along your body. 

The couch is covered in pillows. Your delivery app says the food will be here in five minutes. You’re aching to tuck into the comfort food and the comfort film ready to play on your laptop.

Deciding to text a picture to Wanda and Bucky of your plans seems ideal.

Wanda was AWOL understandably so, the family surprised them with a gettogether, luckily Sharon and Brock didn’t make the cut. 

Wanda: ugh, I love my family, but I just want to go home and cuddle stevie.

You: cuddle? [insert corgi giving side eye GIF]

Wanda: we can do things before cuddling

You: there’s my Wanda!

Wanda: any cuddling involved on your end?

You: Bucky’s stuck in Zoom conferences, apparently another client is sceptical and Darcy requested Yusuf to have Bucky come in on board. 

Wanda: [video attached]

You click play, Pietro pops up on screen, you laugh at his grumpy expression.

“You’ve betrayed me, sweet girl.” Pietro huffs, hands on his hips and now sporting a pout on his face.

You giggle. The doorbell rings, the video continues as you head to the door.

“I thought I’d play the long game but no, you had to let the guy sweep in and take what's mine.” He places his hand on his heart, “You wound me, Angel.” Pietro fake cries.

You laugh, “Hey, How are you– Bucky?” 

There Bucky is, hair tied in a low bun, a few strands falling out. He’s holding your take out bag and one of his own, but his pretty blue eyes are narrowed at your phone.

“Pietro.” Bucky says with such disdain. The video continues, “The grumpy man always had your heart.” Pietro continues, “He better keep you happy.”

“Pietro!” Bucky grins, happy with what he’s saying.

“And honestly if he fucks up I’ll sweep in and protect your heart–”

Bucky grabs your phone, shifting both bags to one hand; breaking you out of your stupor and cutting video Pietro off.

“Hey Pietro, her heart is already protected so better luck with someone else because even in another life I’m hers and she’s mine.” Bucky smiles satisfied with the video, sends it and then grins at you.

“I thought you were caught up at work?” You still stare at him.

Bucky shrugs, “I missed my Sunshine.”

You grab the take out bags, setting them on the little cabinet. Immediately you fling yourself at him. Bucky catches you easily, kissing the side of your head. His arms tighten around you. His face is buried in the crook of your neck.

Bucky carries you in, shutting the door with his foot. Your fingers card through his hair, undoing the hair tie he hums then sighs. He’s addicted to the way you feel wrapped up in his arms, no longer does he have to hold back his affection. No longer does he ball his hands into fists so that they do not seek you out more than the little slice of your heaven he allowed himself to be carried toward.

You pull away in the slightest, noses brushing as your eyes meet his, he licks his bottom lip. Eyes closed as your fingers trace his jaw. The entire day your mind went back to the moment he confessed but even more to the way you felt half asleep. 

Dreaming of this happiness. 

“If i’m still dreaming,” You whisper, “If I’m still dreaming Bucky,” he feels your lips brushing over his forehead, “then please,” cheeks, nose, “don’t wake me up.” 

“Sunshine,” He opens his eyes to the crack in your voice and the glaze over your eyes.

You shake your head, “You’re the love of my life too, Puffin.”

Bucky presses his lips to yours with an urgency that moulds into softness. There is heat underneath but neither of you make a move to burn in it. Opting to bask within each other. Hands lost in each other’s hair, trying to be as closely pressed as possible. Tracing over your back upon with stories of pleasure and stolen moments blaming exhaustion were etched.

When the two of you pull away, you’re straddling his lap looking down at his kiss bitten lips. Bucky’s tongue moves over his bottom lip, warm palm cupping your cheek. Blue eyes drinking you in, his heart hammering as your hand encases his own. 

The ring he gave you gleams, he beams brightly. 

“I love you.” He whispers, you lean into his palm. Smiling shyly at him, cheeks warming. 

“I love you.” You whisper back, kissing his palm. 

Bucky’s grin remains upon his features, the crinkles by his eyes have you fall a little more in love with this man.

There is so much more for you to discover and learn, likewise for Bucky towards you. The relationship would begin, not allowing the years gone by to get in the way. To make up for lost time but also not dwell upon it. 

“How’s Alpine?” You ask once the food orders are sprawled across the table, Tangled set to begin on the monitor. 

Bucky eyes the set up warily, using bigger books to prop the monitor, “She’s okay, I checked up on her, fed her treats and told her you’re officially my girl.” 

“Officially your girl?” You turn to him bemused. 

“She was very pleased, you will be getting a be my meowmmy card soon.” Bucky teases, then shakes his head, “I’d rant to her alot about you, usually after our meetings with Wanda and Steve.”

“Alpine’s your confidant isn’t she?” You smile at him, he nods. 

“I didn’t think I would have made a great cat dad, but she's just, she’s part of my whole world you know? She helped me so much it was lonely when I moved out. I had so much anxiety leaving my parents alone. Even though I was on a good paying job and we were out of ‘the financial trouble phase’.” He sets his plate down, you follow, then turn to him. 

In the weeks when lines blurred. He had told you quite a bit about his family life but not this phase. You knew him throughout all of this better never intimately. You never knew what he hid behind the scowls you threw at each other. The burning glares that singed everyone’s eyebrows off their faces. 

“Things were rough, with student loans, Becca’s and mine… Mom working two jobs, Dad’s condition had gotten worse because of the diabetes, ulcer on the leg…” he sighs, you rest your palm upon his, he intertwines your hands. 

“We were worried about surgery, if it became worse an amputation would be the only option.” He sighs yet again. 

“If it turns into gangrene and hampers blood circulation…” You trail off knowing this as well, “My dad had the issue with his foot… had to amputate three and a half toes.” 

Bucky’s eyes widened, his own mind reeling, there was so much you both still had to share, still had to learn, “I can’t imagine what you must have gone through as a family...”

“I’ll tell you all about it, but first I want to listen to you.” You assure him. 

“It healed though in time, I was in and out of the dorm with Steve, most days it was as if I was wasting money paying for the dorm. I worked up the nerve to speak to Steve and what he did was so fucking amazing I’ll never forget it. He told me he won some fucking keg drinking competition and that the frat house was paying for accommodation.” He laughs, 

“He lied ofcourse, covered my end of the expenses for two years while we dealt with things at home. When my laptop gave me shit and broke down. He got three new ones saying his mom ordered two extra on accident for Christmas. He made sure Becca had a new laptop the first year she started uni.”  

“He’s an amazing person.” You commend, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair. Bucky hums softly, urging you to continue. The soft touch provides comfort to him.

“He is, while I took up odd jobs, repairing stuff, call centre jobs, reviewing things, you name it. Steve tutored me in lectures I slept through, what free time I had during uni hours I kept myself in the library or study hall. Whatever I earned I was frugal. I put most of it towards my parents and Becca.” Bucky reminisced with a grin on his face, “She got hired and so did I right during placement week, both jobs are stellar in pay much more than the odd buck earned and things got better.” 

“I’m proud of you, Bucky.” You squeeze his hand. 

“Thank you.” 

“Then I got hired by Yusuf Khan. The commute was brutal from home. So I moved. However, things were good, but I unfortunately harboured too much anxiety that day, technically late at night when I found Alpine; I was contemplating leaving, which is why I was pacing the parking lot. Going back home even though it was at max a 45 minute distance.” Bucky chuckles, 

“Tiny little furball gave me so much love in the first interaction. When I gave her some leftover chicken bits, she stood on the kitchen island as if she owned the place. I knew I had to try. It may sound as if I got instant perspective, but that's not it.”

“She awoke hope within you, in that moment you finally had hope to think that things would get better.” You try to make sense of the feeling he may have had, when he nods you smile. 

“I went to therapy, got myself in order, invested well. Got us in much better positions, bought an additional home on mortgage, flipped it, sold it for a profit, bought a studio with the profit and rented it out to keep some active income for my parents and now its a few years since and I’ve gotten all I wanted, now I just want more with everyone I have.” 

It’s quiet for several moments when you reach for him cupping his face and then hugging him tightly. Bucky envelopes you in his arms, your sighs of contentment are an echo of one another. 

“I didn’t know how much was going on, Wanda let it slip that things were hard but every time I saw you, seeing how much you persevered through it all I always felt proud and happy for you. Even if we bickered or just gave the hostile silent treatment I was proud of what you did for yourself and your family.” You admit to him.

Bucky runs his fingers over your back, he can hear the honesty in your voice. 

“Tell me about your times now. I know we’ve covered why your contact is reduced with them.” He hopes the moment is safe enough for you to share.

A deep inhale and you close your eyes, “They didn’t approve of the baking business, I used to do it on the side for a little extra money and I enjoyed it alot. Pastry chef was the goal but then they convinced me to pursue well…”

“Get a ‘real degree’?” He offers, you nod against his shoulder, “I’m sorry you had to give up on that goal. Do you ever think of going back? Pastry school, I mean.”

“Sometimes I used to but, as I got more settled into the web design field I couldn’t keep it afloat.” You shift back, looking into his blue eyes that watch you with so much tenderness, “I took short courses during university breaks, those cooking for fun classes? Online stuff, books. Just wanted to learn how to make pastries and I did.” You smile.

“That's my girl.” His praise warms your skin and heart.

“The reason I stepped back was when all of dad’s health issues were going on, my brother did not step up to the task. It all fell on me. Mom was a wreck, my brother would rather be anywhere but at home. When I took the call for the surgery, the doctors said he would die because the blood supply had gotten very, very poor. They anticipated embolisms or infection spreading across. It was a split second decision.” You’re transported back to the ICU, monitors ringing, doctor’s words overlapping, and the nurse thrusting the consent form into your hands.

“Your decision saved him.” Bucky repeats what you’ve told yourself over and over, what the doctors told you and your family.

“It did, but my brother turned and twisted everything saying I gave zero respect to my mother or to him to collectively decide. My father thought I took the costliest way out. It got to a point where staying in that house had become horrible.” You sigh, “The year we met all this was going on… When things for us fell apart, it seemed as if it all was falling apart. I just wanted to be saved from it all.” 

“Beck came in then didn’t he? Pretending to be everything you needed?” Bucky hates the venom in his words but he despises the guy.

“He wasn’t everything I wanted or needed, those criterias were only met by you.” You rest your forehead against his, Bucky sighs.

“But he did swoop in. I did get caught up. I did ignore the red flags. All because I didn’t want to feel as horrible as I did. I already moved into the dorm with Wanda, then when I got my own job I found a dude subletting his place, and dating Beck was expensive. Only the finest of things, he’d make a face at handmade cards or mementos for a long time. I didn't realise I lost so much of myself in that relationship. When I went back home because things with Wanda were starting to get rocky, my brother said I should have sucked it up and stayed for the money.”

“That fucking asshole.” Bucky swallows, “I’m sorry–,”

“No he was an asshole and I said that to his face and left.” You nudge Bucky’s nose with yours, he gives you a soft kiss. 

“There’s more but that can wait for another night.” He kisses your temple. 

You nod, still curling up against him, the food for now forgotten as he presses play on the movie.

Teakwood candles burn in the corner curated by Wanda. The darkwood office is well thought out. Steve watches on as Bucky paces. The brunette riddled with nervous energy, unlike his usual stoic self. The papers that are in Steve’s hands are no longer gazed upon by Bucky. The words and graphs committed to memory. 

“Why are you so nervous? You've done it, the take over is happening.” The ‘corporate lawyer voice’ Steve uses is not unfamiliar. 

“I’m worried about the underlying personal issue,” Bucky finally stops the pacing, deciding to sit on the carpeted floor of his friend’s office, “Beck will retaliate citing that, but I have more than enough to throw him down further. As much as I want to hurt him…”

“You do not want to fight her battles for her?” Steve offers understanding the dilemma.

“Yes… I, It is personal. Beck made comments to me in our Finance Major, but what he put Sunshine through is arguably worse.” 

The two grow quiet again, Steve re-reads the papers, his firm knew of the acquisition, the main buyers had appointed them. The contracts were drafted by him and his firm’s best people. Under ironclad NDAs he couldn’t let Bucky know he was involved in the very deal his best friend was working hard to close. 

“I can’t believe you’re working with Tony Stark though.” Bucky pats Steve’s back, grins forming on their faces.

“I know, they might have us on board contractually, too.”

“Stevie, that's great news!” 

“I know, Buck, just this deal goes well and then we can get that contract. I’m trusting Y/N’s vision board.” Steve chuckles and Bucky’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Oh yeah, she probably won’t tell you unless what she kept on the board comes true.” Steve explains.

“She had you working with Tony Stark on her board?” Bucky was going to ask you about this board.

“Technically she said she had herself seeing me work with a dream client of mine.” The blond grins, “NDA, I couldn’t tell her who it was just that it’s a big client.”

“So Sunshine has a secret vision board?” Bucky whips his phone out, offended he doesn’t know about the board. It was date night but he would question you. A few days had passed since the night at your house. You had been over at his place as well.

Alpine curling up on your chest as you lay your head on his thigh while watching a movie. Bucky smiles recalling the way your hair felt between his fingers as he carded through them watching you instead of the movie. 

He gazes back down at his device, an unread text awaits him.

Sunshine: I have an activity planned for date night! All the materials ready and we meet at your place

Puffin: I can’t wait, Sunshine.

Steve chuckles, “You aren’t demanding about the board are you?” 

“It can wait.” Bucky dismisses the thought away, typing that he would arrange for the food and drinks asking if you would prefer any cuisine.

Bucky was fucking glad you both had exchanged keys, because the sight that greeted him of Alpine and you dancing to Taylor Swift in his living room oblivious to his presence as he recorded this moment was worth so much more than he could comprehend. 

You notice Bucky, how could you not feel his presence the minute he would enter close to your orbit? Alpine’s blue eyes gleam at you as you sing off-key to the lyrics while holding her paw in your palm and pretending to waltz. Alpine huffs when she’s had enough pushing away from you and bounding up her dad’s leg to his arms. 

“It is a nice sight to come home to,” Bucky kisses her sweet little nose, the furball purrs happily.

“She is adorable.” You agree with him.

“I meant you, Sunshine.” He meets your gaze, smiling as he can pinpoint the signs of your blush, the way you momentarily break away from his eyes, tilt your head and then look right back at him, your irises not just harbouring the colour he so deeply loves but also a warmth that burns him, consumes him. Your own love for him.

“So what is this date you’ve planned?” He diverts, Alpine leaps out of his arms heading to her water bowl and then to her lounging spot near the window.

“A couple’s vision board.” You grin at him.

“A couple’s vision board?” He raises a brow, his earlier conversation with Steve returning to the forefront.

“Yeah, you basically cut out pictures of things you want to achieve or manifest and well–if you find it stupid we can just paint on the canvas…” You pick at the hangnail by your thumb, trying to divert your mind from chastising you for the stupid idea.

Bucky cups your cheek, making you look at him, his right hand interlaces with your hand that was picking at the hangnail. He squeezes it gently.

“Should we put in a warm, sunny getaway? I think we’ve had enough of a cold climate.” He kisses your nose, making you grin. You nod, kissing his palm.

“Mediterranean?” You wonder, he nods, grinning too.

You lead him to the set up done in the living room, behind the sectional, fully complete with a sheet on the floor to prevent paint spills. 

“Oh and should we sign it off as ‘Sunshine and Puffin’s’ or ‘Puffin and Sunshine’s’ Vision Board?” Bucky questions as he sits down, helping you unwrap the canvas, after he brings in his photo printer to be closer to you two.

“Puffin and Sunshine? Alphabetical?” You hum, going through images to find the perfect couple travel aesthetic. 

The process begins then, finding pictures of each thing listed and settling on an image or a quote the two of you equally adore to print and place onto the board. 

Bucky writes a list of things he wants the two of you to be able to do, he even downloads and prints a small picture of a wedding to sneak onto the board without you noticing. 

After a while of cutting and glueing and smearing paint across each other’s cheeks. Bucky rests his chin on your shoulder, his arms around you. The two of you watch the vision board with awe and then your eyes narrow.

“Did you put ‘Have sex on hotel balcony’ right next to the Eiffel tower picture?” You look at his side profile.

Bucky holds back a laugh, “Well, do you not want to? Be full of me? While the lights shine bright, twinkling? Mimicking the way pleasure thrums through your body?” His hands move then from your waist to your thighs, parting them. 

Calloused fingers moving along your inner thigh, “Tell me Sunshine? Do you not enjoy it when you’re bent over? Feeling me deep within you?”

Your breath hitches as his lips brush over the sensitive spot on your neck.

“People could see us, be oh so jealous of us. Two people so in love it consumes them. They would say our love and lust is brighter than their cities.” He cups your mound, the skirt pushed up to your hips, your panties pushed aside. 

Bucky moans as your arousal coats his fingers, “I want to feel you claim me in every corner of the world. Every city we visit, Sunshine, I want to be yours, I want you to be mine.” Your head rests against his shoulder, his fingers part your folds, his middle finger sinking into you.

“Bucky,” You plead, needing more.

“Right here, baby. You feel so good, taking my fingers so well.” Bucky adds another, you moan, your fingers wrapping around his wrist. When did he move your legs apart further with his knees under yours, you don’t understand.

You fall fully against him when his left hand joins in, fingers rubbing your clit as his fingers thrust into you. Your hips raise and grind against him. Pleasure blooming across you, Bucky watches in the reflection of his balcony window as you fall apart for him.

You come with a cry of his name, panting and bliss dragging you under. He doesn’t stop not until he has made you ride through your orgasm. You watch with a half mast gaze as he licks his fingers clean.

“Decadent, my good girl. My sunshine. Soarele meu.” Bucky watches as you turn, straddling him pushing down his sweats, greed driving the two of you. When he calls you his, it illuminates you brighter, turns you a little feral you won’t lie. You love it, he loves it. 

He smiles into the kiss you tease him with, that you haven't noticed yet, the picture he put of a married couple right next to a picture of the two of you.

Bucky moans into your mouth as you sink down on his cock, inch by inch. You whimper as he nips upon your bottom lip once he’s completely sheathed by you. Hands on your hips, your hands on his shoulders. 

You stay that way for a moment, foreheads pressed to one another's. 

“You tore my panties.” You huff realising through the haze.

“Sunshine, I’m a little preoccupied to even care about them.”

You narrow your eyes, clenching your walls, he hisses, his hands grip your hips and make you grind down. Your clit stimulated–you whimper and moan. He grins, your personal devil.

“Two can play, Sunshine,”

“I won’t move.” 

Soon your back is against the floor, legs around Bucky’s hips. 

“I can do the hard work, you just stay there and moan my name.” His cocky smirk sends a shiver through you, “Oh my pussy loves the idea.” He admires your cunt by softly tracing his fingers over your slick folds, tapping your clit and giving light thrusts.

“Bucky–,” You try to grab onto him, one hand pins down both of yours, you stare up at him. Anticipation pools in your belly.

“I told you, Sunshine. You just lay there and take it like my good fucking girl.” He brushes his lips over yours, you feel him pull his hips away, your walls clamp not wanting to let him go, he thrusts back in, his pace hard but slow. 

The sound of flesh slapping against the other, your moans, his grunts, your whimpers and his groans. Your neediness, his praise, his dirty words and your praise. Your worlds collide and shatter in the best way, pleasure breaks across Bucky and your skies. 

When he feels your orgasm take over your body, triggering his own, his hands grip your jaw making you look at him.

Bucky’s eyes close, he moans a prayer of your name. His hair falls across his cheekbones, your hand reaches up to stroke his cheek, his lips brush over the inside of your palm. 

At night, after your little nap, you go to retrieve the vision board, to tuck it away into his wardrobe. That is when you see it, the wedding picture, you write on a small folded sheet sticking it near the picture. 

It would be a little surprise for him, you’d pretend to not see the pictures, but whenever he sees the folded paper, he would know your answer to the unasked question. Three letters that would make him the happiest. Thereby making you the happiest. 

Yes.

You stare at Wanda, really give her a good hard look. She stares right back, her eyes roll yet again as she palpates your reluctance. Her lips part to tell you that it's okay but you hold up a hand.

“I am not using your wedding as bait.” You refuse her plan, she glares at you, “What are you glaring at me for? It’s your day!” 

Steve coughs from the living room.

“It’s your shared day!” You correct, then wince.

“Steve, stop eavesdropping! Go play with Bucky.” Wanda calls out.

“We don’t play–,” Steve begins,

“So why did I scramble to buy the damn PS5?” She counters.

Bucky guffaws and then yelps, then Steve yelps.

“Boys, anywho, come on, no other chance will you get, plus Sharon is planning to wear white.” Wanda adds.

Your mouth drops open, “That bitch!”

“Now will you please let us have their downfall at my reception? It will be my wedding gift.” Your best friend brings out her puppy eyes.

“You have my blessing to absolutely annihilate those shitheads.” Wanda grins happily as she watches your features change from reluctance to consideration.

You sigh, the rehearsal dinner was just done, the ceremony was the day after. Bucky had gotten the merger out of the way the news would break amidst the wedding reception. Steve’s team would take care to keep the ropes tight till he sent the message to allow the news to be published to the public.

“You’re okay with it?” You ask again.

“Look I have the main ceremony and who told you I won’t make it about myself–”

Steve coughs again.

“Myself and Steve! Jeez, will you let me complete sentences?”

“Sorry babydoll.” Steve calls out.

“Okay, let's get back at them.” You nod. Steve and Bucky enter the kitchen area again.

“Alright now, this is exactly how it will go down.” Wanda pulls out a rolled chart, unrolling it across the island top.

Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, “Ready for vengeance?” He whispers.

“With you by my side I’m ready for anything.” You look up at him, he smiles, his dimple showing.

“Aw cute, flirt later, listen to the plan first.” Wanda snaps her fingers.

“It’s all military time coded.” Bucky observes the steps.

“Well duh, I need my sunset beach picture of Steve kissing me as the minister declares us husband and wife. The beach resort was booked for the photo op.” Wanda looks at you with disbelief, “Are you sure you wanna date him?”

“Hey!” Bucky interjects offended.

“Wan.” You huff a laugh, giggling when Bucky looks at you offended as well.

“What I’m just making sure.” She raises her hands in surrender.

“Just tell him the plan, baby.” Steve kisses her forehead, “She’s just excited about being a mastermind.”

“Well no one is taking Sunshine away from me.” Bucky pulls you closer.

“No one can and no one will.” You assure him kissing his jaw.

Pink roses adorn the aisles, the breeze softly bellows across the resort’s private beach. The event management had put down the makeshift wooden flooring. Sand however had made its way onto sections but the altar was impeccable.

In the conservatory Wanda looks towards you, amidst the final check of her make up, the veil, her something borrowed, old and blue. Her assistant pours out a shot of vodka and the bride grabs it with eager hands. 

The two of you laugh as she downs the shot just before the Wan and Steve’s mothers each enter to check upon their daughter. 

Across, in the other wing of the conservatory Steve and Bucky share a drink. The two reminisce over the conversations about this fateful day. Bucky hands a small box sent over by Wanda to his best friend. The groom cannot help but laugh at the cartoon doodle socks with the note that said, ‘Incase you get cold feet. Don’t.’ 

Steve scribbles his own answering note back to Wanda which Bucky delivers in your hand. He waits as the bride and groom play this little game of passing the note along. The two of you indulge yourselves as well, exchanging kisses each time the note was delivered. 

You hear the soft aw when you pull away from Bucky. Outside the groom’s door. Sarah Rogers and Winnie Barnes stand there with beaming smiles on their faces.

Heat creeps over your cheeks, Winnie only grins brighter at you. Bucky’s arm rests around your waist as he lets you shy away against him. He places a kiss on your temple. His mother was onto his denial of feelings.

Calling him out in Romanian when he told her about your shared confession. The entire time you gazed between the mother son duo confused when Becca walked in, giving you a full translation because she heard the yelling match to her room.

Three days after returning from the trip

“She’s calling him an idiot.” Becca says, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket and offering you the bowl of strawberries. Your fingers intertwine as you twist them nervously. Gaze bouncing between mother and son.

Bucky says something with an exasperated expression and shakes his head. Winnie clicks her tongue and the back of her hand meets her palm to emphasise her point.

This goes back and forth and Becca keeps translating, its mostly funny to watch and hear because she keeps laughing every time Winnie is calling out the shared stupidity of losing six years.

“He said, ‘Yes, I was dumb to not resolve things before but the two of us were manipulated.’ Then mom said, ‘You were not manipulated you were a dumbass to not approach her directly.’” The mother and son look at Becca.

“And now they will begin to tell me off, Mom come on, you should be happy he’s finally calling her Soare to her face rather than muttering it in his sleep or when he’s absentmindedly telling us about her.” She defends herself and the tips of Bucky’s ears go pink.

“You… How long have you called me Sunshine?” You ask, Bucky glares at his sister, who only grins at him and blows a kiss to him.

“You and Wanda should hang out, she’d love you.” You comment as Becca jumps off the chair.

“I know, I love Wanda, she’s my hero.” 

Winnie had slowly stepped away, her happiness knowing no bounds.

“I’ve thought you were Sunshine since you brightened my day when I saw you first.” Bucky admits, you grin wider. 

The two of you ignore the squeals of his family. Bucky walks around the kitchen island. Hands cupping your face. 

“Sorry about them, they are just a little excited for me.” He brushes his thumb over your cheek bone.

“I think it's adorable. Plus Becca could be a wonderful interpreter.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, but his gaze is soft, “Come on, let's go to the bookstore, I’ll buy you all the books you want.” 

“You both are staying for dinner!” Winnie calls out, “I want to know your mireasă (bride) better.”

You raise a brow to Bucky, he scrambles and you worry about the word’s meaning.

“She said dragă, which means sweetheart. Try it?” Bucky encourages you, his fingertips trace your jaw, left hand, grabs the chair, manoeuvring it so he stands between your legs.

“That didn’t sound like dr-rea-ga?” You attempt to say it correctly.

“Mea Dragă, my darling or my sweetheart. It’s actually said as Dragă mea. Sometimes the rules of English come into other languages when speaking quickly.” Bucky easily covers his mother’s slip up.

“Dragă mea?” It sounds better as you say it this time.

“Good.” Bucky rewards you with a kiss.

“What other words do I need to know?” You ask him, “Wait, the most important words!”

“What?” He tilts his head in wonder.

“I love you! How do I say it in Romanian?”

Bucky chuckles, azure eyes brightening at your eagerness to share his language, “Te iubesc. Two words, eight letters instead of three words.” 

He repeats it, over and over. Letting you follow along as he breaks the word into parts then together. Till you get the pronunciation correct. 

“Dragă mea, te iubesc.” You say to him at the end of the night as he stands at your door, hands in his pockets, cheeks coated in the blush that makes you swoon at his beauty.

“Say it again, Sunshine.”

“Puffin mea, dragă mea, te iubesc.” You hardly get time to recover, his body moulds against yours. Lips hungry, ravenous in the most loving way. His hands are just as eager and wanton as your own.

The door closes, you’re held up by Bucky. Your head moves to the side in pleasure, you don’t notice the frame of the order that saved your business tilts as his thrusts are frantic, the two of you repeating the words in Romanian and English. 

When the event planner gets a whiff of the notes exchange programme Bucky and you are shooed away and the bride and groom are warned about the time constraints. 

The crowd is seated, cell phones tucked away with a scary looking bouncer to allow only the photographer to take pictures. The bridesmaids and groomsmen walk down the aisle separating at the altar. 

Your arm looped with Bucky’s both of you making sure you had the vows, rings and anything else needed to make the ceremony proceed smoothly. The song changes and you look at Bucky and then at Wanda.

The string instrumental is from the first song the two of you danced at the party, Counting Stars by OneRepublic.

“Our,” your throat constricts, Bucky smiles nodding. “Our song.”

You look back at Wanda with gratitude, she smiles at you, “Now go, I’ll be there in a sec.”

The two of you step out, the chorus of the song plays as the two of you walk towards the altar. Bucky can’t help but feel happiness, he mouths a thank you to Steve who shrugs it off. You part from Bucky with a kiss to his cheek. 

The band changes the tune to the bridal march, Wanda walks down the aisle looking every bit beautiful. Steve begins to cry and looks at Bucky who pats his back and offers him a tissue.

“She’s my dream girl.” Steve tells everyone and sniffles, using the tissue to help himself. Her father sheds a few tears giving her hand into Steve’s. The father and son-in-law share a hug. 

“Son, you’ve been taking care of her for the past many years, I know you will continue doing so, I’m giving you my princess, you treat her as the queen she is to you.” Her father says and Steve nods.

“I will, Sir.”

“I will, Dad.” Her father corrects, Steve can’t help the watery laugh that blubbers from him.

The minister begins the ceremony, you can’t help but tear up as it unfolds. Watching Steve and Wanda go from cheesy flirting to dating to living together and now being married. 

A fairytale romance even though Wanda hated the fantasy association. Steve would agree though. 

The minister smiles then allows for the two to say their prepared vows. 

You hand Wanda her cue cards and take her bouquet from her for the time being. 

“Stevie, I’ve known you through several phases of our lives. In each phase you have been the person I needed and wanted, you have been not just my boyfriend but my best friend, my confidant and above all my everything. When you proposed I knew I wanted to be yours and no I’m not talking about the ring, I’m talking about when you proposed for us to be together all those years ago,” 

Steve chuckles and then sniffles. 

“Steve, I vow to be the partner you need and want, I vow to make my famous butter chicken for you whenever you want,” That earns her laughs.

“I vow to be your friend, I vow to be your date at all boring lawyer events, I vow to be with you in health, in sickness, in happiness and in sadness, I vow to be your everything as you remain my ev-everything. Husband, I know you call me wife whenever you talk about me. I can’t wait until you don’t have to hide that and call me yo-your wife all the time. I vow to love you unconditionally.”

You hand her a tissue, your gaze meets Bucky’s and the two of you are misty eyed. 

Bucky hands Steve his cue cards. 

“Wanda Maximoff, you are my dream girl, baby. Ask Bucky, I would not shut up about you.” Steve smiles at her, she chuckles. 

Bucky nods, “Affirmative.”

“You are everything to me and more, from the first day of correcting my presentation in the middle of my presentation,” Steve sheepishly shrugs it off. 

“You used Comic Sans!” She reminds him not forgetting about it. 

Laughter surrounds the couple. 

“I would have kept using it if it meant I’d have your attention. Wan, you are the light in darkness, you are bewitching as the day that I met you. Whatever love spell we may be under, I hope it never breaks. Somepeople may consider marriage a hex but I don’t, thank you for allowing me to be your everything. Thank you for being my everything.” 

Steve takes a deep breath,

“You have my vow, Wanda, to be yours for always, the way you need and want, through every crest and trough life sends our way. I promise you to be the best that I can be for you. I also vow to keep buying you notebooks for your mastermind plans.” 

She swats him lightly. He only laughs, holding onto her hand that stays on his chest. 

“I vow to be the husband that you, my wife will need and want in happiness, in sadness, in health and in sickness.” He takes a deep breath, smiling through his happy tears.

“I vow to love you, unconditionally.” 

“Beautiful vows,” He goes over asking them for their I dos, both of them grinning widely at the other, “by the authority vested in me by the state of New York; I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The minister smiles, “You may now kiss the bride.” 

“Don’t mind if I do, kiss my wife.” Steve pulls Wanda close, he cups her cheek. Their wedding track is played. Wanda smiles up at him. 

The two of them are still misty eyed. They share a laugh. Before their lips meet.

The guests clap and holler, you can’t help but cheer them on through the happy tears. Bucky finds your gaze once again, reaching over to hand you a tissue without interrupting the couple. 

You wonder what it would feel like standing at the altar with Bucky. The feeling dawns upon you as Steve and Wanda pull away from the kiss but rest their foreheads together lost in the moment.

You raise your gaze to find him looking at you, your heart somersaults. It would feel right.

Bucky knows it would feel right, making you Mrs. Barnes one day.

The fairy lights and candle lights flicker on as the sky grows darker.

“Guests and loved ones of the couple, may I take pleasure in announcing for the first time, Steve and Wanda Rogers!” The minister exclaims as the guests cheer on further. 

Wanda turns to you, excited and she hugs you. You hug her back.

“I’m so happy for you Wan.” You tighten the hug as she does too, both of you sniffle in tandem.

“We have to be careful with eye make up.” She tries to keep her voice even.

“I made them use waterproof mascara.” You tell her knowing tears would happen despite her declaring she would not cry.

“Steve did cry seeing you.” You tell her on the lighter note, she laughs.

“He did good.” Wanda says, “I mean look at me, he won the fucking lotto.” 

“He did win the lotto, he won the world with you Wanda.” Bucky adds and Steve’s wife returns in his arms.

“Aw, Bucky, are you going soft and mushy after all these grumpy years?” Wanda teases him, Steve chuckles.

“Love makes him all soft and mushy.” Steve earns an eye roll from his best man.

“There he is!” Stevepretends to wipe the sweat off of his forehead, “Thought I lost you there bud.”

“Now come on, at 2000 Hours we have a reception to execute.” Wanda reminds you all, the two of them walk back to the conservatory as everyone throws the flower petals.

Bucky offers you his hand, “Honestly, I wouldn’t have missed the wedding as I had planned months ago.”

You link your arm through his, giving him a curious look, you knew he wanted to skip because of the strained history the two of you shared.

“You’d torture yourself?” Your tone is light but the two of you know the heaviness that is held by the words.

The two of you continue your walk, faster paced than the rest to have a moment alone before the chaos. 

“Sunshine, you own my heart even if I did not want you to, so yes. I would put us both through the torture of going through all of this for just a moment to be close to you. I know it sounds mean and selfish–,”

“I’d do it just for a moment of your time too.” You admit, Bucky leads you to a corner, pushing you against the wall.

“What does that say about us? Masochists?” He murmurs, you look to the side. He grips your jaw making you look back at him, “We’ve got time.”

“Unrequited love is painful, we lived with it for years.” You meet his darkening gaze, “We’re the only ones who can erase the pain.” 

“Because we’re the ones that caused it.” He feels your lips brush his jaw, before he can taste your lips upon his own. 

Bucky sighs into your mouth, your fingers run through his hair. His palms grip your waist, the ring digging into your hip. You moan when his tongue meets yours, he’s about to push up your dress to just have a little taste when the clearing of a familiar throat has you both pull away.

Wanda and Steve stand there shaking their heads.

“Your four minute window is up. Bridal party portraits now.” Wanda taps Steve’s watch.

Steve gives the two of you an apologetic look, he did try to distract Wanda.

“Why does no man read the docket? Horny stuff is scheduled for later tonight.” She shakes her head and turns leading the group to the photograph location.

“Please tell me she isn’t responsible for our wedding.” Bucky whispers to you.

“I can hear you and I am responsible. I’m the best damn wedding planner to exist.” Wanda calls out.

Steve and you laugh as Bucky huffs annoyed.

“Well I’d like several bouts of horny time scheduled.” He requests, “You know so Steve and you can blow off steam and not disappear on us.” 

“It’s my wedding so I’ll let that slide, Barnes.” Steve waves a dismissive hand.

“It’s true though.” You not so subtly whisper.

“We heard that.” Is the Rogers' reply in unison.

Bucky and you giggle much to their ire but then straighten up when both of them glare at you both. Feeling as though toddlers are being told off by their parents.

The first part of the revenge plan was a carefully crafted invite for Sharon and Brock. Wanda had to stop her cackle when the two of them entered the reception area. Much after the couple’s entry. 

“You altered the timing on their card?” Steve whispers, she nods.

“And the theme, I wrote disco.” Wanda adds on, her eyes move to Bucky and you, going over the speech order.

Bucky raises his head to look for Pietro as he would open up the floor for the speeches but what he finds instead he has to bite his cheek. He taps your shoulder several times to pull you away from texting Pietro, he was off wandering around instead of being ready for his speech. 

“What?” You hiss at him because if Pietro fucks up you would be worst than Wanda.

“Look.” He gestures in the general direction.

You look at the direction and your laugh gets caught in a fake cough.

Sharon is dressed in a sparkly silver jumpsuit, her hair in tight curls and a hairband. Brock looks slightly in check with only his sparkly silver jacket being on disco theme. 

You whip in the direction of Wanda and share a non verbal conversation just in looks. 

She giggles behind her champagne glass. Steve shakes his head, chuckling. 

Bucky lets a laugh slip and so do you. 

“Um, did they come for the wedding or the senior’s 80s theme retreat in the other hall?” Pietro appears next to you.

Bucky raises a brow at him, he moves away in the slightest.

“I have no idea…” You try not to laugh.

“Well you gotta think they’re on their way here.” Pietro nods.

Bucky and you turn in time, his arm around your waist and pleasant smiles plastered across your faces.

“Sharon, Brock, we didn't think you were coming.” Bucky begins before they can say anything.

“Why would we not? We’re on time.” Sharon feigned nonchalance.

“You missed the ceremony. Oh Sharon it puts every other wedding I have been to shame.” An aunt of Steve’s walks up to the table.

Sharon laughs dryly, “I mean Brock and I flew everyone, well not everyone out to Spain.” She looks apologetically at Bucky and you. His fingers tighten slightly upon your waist.

“I know darling but the magic of the beach wedding today was beautiful. I was telling the other relatives and they all agreed.” 

“Well they probably will remember the wonderful reception.” Brock intervenes as Sharon gleefully smiles.

“Oh the noise I remember that, anyways, dearest,” She turns to Bucky and you. 

Sharon huffs, “Brocksie, get me a drink please?” 

 “The two of you are so sweet. I need some help with getting my husband’s wheelchair, these chairs aren’t very comfortable.” She explains. 

“Which room are you in Aunt Tara?” Bucky questions, “I can have someone retrieve it back from the room. I know the hotel one isn’t all that comfortable.” 

“Ah yes, let me go fetch the keycard, thank you.” She smiles at you all before turning away. 

“Aunt Tara! Let me help you.” Sharon follows her, “And remind you of the beautiful lantern ceremony.” 

“Alright I think you can.” Aunt Tara says, sighing. 

“I’ll still have the staff help you out.” Bucky adds before she’s out of earshot. 

“Pietro,” You hand him the mic, “You’re up first.” 

“Good luck kiss?” Pietro smirks looking at Bucky. 

“Don’t push your luck, Maximoff.” Your man grumbles. 

“Bucky.” You reach up kissing his cheek. 

Pietro places a hand over his heart. “You’re killing me, Feather.” 

“Feather?” Bucky narrows his eyes. 

“Pietro, stop trying to annoy my man.” You glare at him, he knew about the tumultuous life after one night you went to the Maximoff residence in tears. 

Wanda wasn’t back home yet but Pietro stayed up with you making sure you were okay. The heartbreak you harboured was known to him and even if the two of you never saw each other as anything more than friends, he would always flirt with you. 

“It’s fun, annoying him.” Is all he says before going towards the married couple. 

“Asshole. Fought him off once, I’ll do it again.” Bucky mutters.

“Fought him off?” You raise your brows at him. 

“It was when, well—,”

“Hey, where is Sharon? Also why aren't you guys in themed outfits?” Brock cut the conversation off. 

“Oh hey, um she went with Aunt Tara.” You look around, sure enough both are missing. 

“Then why did she ask me to bring her a drink?” He grumbles and you don’t know what to do. 

Well you do, because Wanda told you to do so, “Hey, why don’t I show you your seat and send over a bottle just for the two of you?” Your offer is met by a nod. 

Bucky squeezes your hand before you leave, he watches as you begin to converse with Rumlow on the way to show him his seat. He waits for your conversation to seem longer and then trails out of the reception hall, quick steps to follow towards where Sharon would be. 

Just how Aunt Tara was told to do so.

Sharon stands there huffing, outside the room as Aunt Tara takes her sweet time to come out. When she spots him, her blonde hair is flipped back to show the skin of her shoulders. Bucky controls his eye roll, fiddling with his ring that solidifies his bond with you. 

“Bucky!” Sharon beams, he gives her a curt nod.

“You were a while, I thought I’d help.” He shrugs, she nods.

“Yeah I think she’s gone to the bathroom, I keep hearing the flush…” Her nose scrunches with disgust, “Also why is no one in the disco theme?” Her gaze trails over him Bucky takes a step back, he was distant enough but her gaze was leering.

“You didn’t know? The printer fucked up with some of the invites… Relatives called because disco was never a theme that Wanda and Steve would choose. You didn’t rectify with Wanda?”

Sharon struggles for an answer, “There was a charity Gala actually, they were on the same theme so Brock and I just shrugged. You know how much I enjoy philanthropy.” 

“I know. Noble of you.” He looks back at the door, pretending to contemplate something.

“Spill?” Sharon encourages.

“I don’t know if I should tell you this, I haven’t even told Steve.” He adds the spice and Sharon eats up the lie that is about to begin.

“What? You can trust me Bucky, I always want what is best for you,” Her gaze drops to his ring, “Even if it isn’t always right for you.” 

“How much has Brock told you about the money coming in from the sale of the company?” The question has Sharon do a double take. 

“Um, what do you mean by that?” 

“Just tell me the number he told you, Steve told me in confidence there were some issues clouding around your family. I want to know if he is being honest to you.” Bucky reaches out to touch her arm as if offering comfort then he pulls it away.

“He’s said it's not a lot of capital appreciation.” Sharon’s lips press into a thin line.

“Sharon, I think he is fooling you. I. Please tell me you won’t speak to him right now, I don’t want you dealing with him alone. If he gets aggressive.”

“I can hold my own.” She smiles, indicating just how vindictive she can be.

Good Bucky thinks this will work out.

“He spilled about the prenup on the trip.” 

Sharon’s mouth falls open, eyes wide and her breathing increases, “What? That fucker!” Sharon seethes, her fists clenching.

“Sharon, you promised to be calm.” Bucky shakes his head.

“You look as though you want to say something?” Brock chuckles looking at your shifty expression, your eyes dart to the door once more for good measure.

“I actually do…” You sigh, “I wanted to talk to you about Beck.” 

Brock pauses, the two of you stop walking to his table.

“What not going to work out with, Barnes?” He smirks.

His gaze moving to find Bucky, you grab his arm.

“Brock is about what I overheard Beck say one night. Related to your company.” You feel relief when he stops his search for Bucky.

“What did he say and why are you telling me now?” He narrows his eyes.

“Because I overheard Bucky as well and I could not in good conscience let it go.” You reason, “Look the speeches have a few more minutes, I need to tell you before Sharon comes back.

“What does Sharon have to do with it?” Brock demands, fingers tightening around the glass of alcohol.

“You remember when Beck came back from the joint vacation you guys took?” You add an urgency to your voice, he nods, “Well I had found something in his suitcase when he asked me to get his toiletry bag,”

“What?” 

“Can we go out… I don't want anyone overhearing.”  

The two of you head out to the lobby, Brock rests a hand on his hip, the other beckoning you to speak, then he sips his drink.

“I found a few women’s clothes that matched Sharon’s from the pictures she uploaded to her instagram.”

“You do know I know she’s cheating on me. I told you about Beck’s infidelity too.” He shrugs as if this is old news.

“Well do you know he told her he bought your shares out? Bucky was saying that the deal does not look good at all for you, Brock over the work video call he had. Also, I’m telling you this in confidence, since you have always been honest with me. I want to repay that by telling you this, on girls night back at Aspen, Sharon mentioned a prenup after Wanda got an email from Steve.” 

“You’re speaking in circles, Y/N. So what if she mentioned one?” Brock rolls his eyes, but he fiddles with his collar.

“Brock, she said and I quote, ‘pretty sure Brocksie will have nothing soon, the prenup I have and the proof of his infidelity he loses all the remaining money to me.’” You wait for the words to sink in, you watch on as the emotional colours on his face change.

The calmness turns into shock, into anger, finally into calculative mode.

 You wonder if there ever was love between the two or was it only love for the money?

“Fuck so she’s probably filed for the divorce. She was speaking to the damn lawyer. That liar!” Brock roars and you step back as he throws the glass on the floor.

“Brock–,”

“Who have you told?” He steps close to you.

“No one! I told you all this in confidence! Because you warned me about Beck and breaking up with him was helpful to me.” 

“Oh please I only told you to break up with him because he would be distraught and not pay attention to any side deals I was doing.” Brock runs a hand through his hair several times. 

“I’m sure he was fine, given his continued trips.” You roll your eyes now, “Anyways, I’ve moved on to better bank balances,” The words sour on your tongue but you have to keep up the charade, “I’m telling you this so you can save yourself and your money from Sharon.” You have to draw attention away from Beck. 

“Good you told me, I’m going to fuck her over in this entire divorce, she fucking cheated on me first.” He pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Look, say nothing during this, keep up the charade. Then get your lawyer to have her pay up.” You advise.

Wanda had seen the prenup, reading through the main reasons had to be whoever cheats loses everything. They now had to just prove who cheated first. Which would be their own battle in this sham marriage of their own.

“You’re right. That bitch shouldn’t see things coming.” He agrees, “I’m going to my table, if I need to get in touch with my lawyer I’ll ask you to cover for me in front of her okay?”

“Okay.” You agree.

“Now calm down and lets head back before she sees anything.” You lead Brock back and Bucky leads pushing the empty wheelchair with Sharon arm in arm with Aunt Tara from the other entrance. Fuck.

Bucky’s eyes widen the same way. They could not see you and Bucky individually interacting with each other’s spouses. It could cause suspicion, they played this game once already. It cost the two of you too much.

You push Brock towards the buffet, “What the fuck?” he trips hands landing in the ice kept for the oysters.

“Your wife.” You whisper-yell at him, waving your hands for him to look away.

“Right. Go.” He mutters and you shake your head, returning to your original place.

Wanda, Steve and Pietro share a glance with you, a subtle nod their way has them speaking in hushed whispers again.

Bucky sighs with relief as they help Uncle Al onto the wheelchair and Aunt Tara gives him a kiss on the cheek. Sharon is already taking her place next to Brock. The two share a loving glance.

Bucky walks to you at the emcee stand you both were to share, “Went as planned?”

“Yeah, hopefully they bicker soon enough.” You look up at him, “I really want them to pay. They played with us and they don’t even respect their marriage.” 

“I know Sunshine. They will. If this plan doesn’t work, we’ll figure something else out.” Bucky assures you cupping your cheek.

You kiss his palm, Wanda coughs. You can hear her tapping Steve’s watch again.

Bucky closes his eyes, “It was enough that I had to deal with her because of Steve.” 

You giggle, “Oh come on you love her.”

“She’s alot like Becca, annoying younger sister.” He huffs, turning to face her and he glares at her. 

She blows a raspberry at him, Pietro laughs and Steve just records Bucky’s bewildered expression.

“Puffin, let’s host this wedding.”

“Best emcees on the planet, Sunshine.” 

Sarah Roger’s speech has everyone misty eyed, the pictures she showed on the projector of a young Steve, fighting off several ailments and sharing the known fact that it was going to be a miracle if he pulled through his hospitalisations. 

To her retelling of the day she met Wanda in the grocery store and told Steve about a redhead woman who put a racist asshole in place all the while continuing her self check out. Onto the moment that the very same redhead appeared at her doorstep and was introduced as Steve’s girlfriend.

“And today, I get to introduce her as his wife,” She turns to look at Wanda, “You’ve been my daughter for a long time and now it just makes it legally binding.” 

Wanda gives a watery laugh. 

Steve kisses his wife’s cheek. 

The guests clap and cheer. Sarah hands over the mic to Bucky, who hands it over to you. Only Bucky and you remained to give your best man and maid of honour speech. You were excited since the two of you were keeping each other’s words as surprises. 

You’re about to introduce Bucky to take centre stage, when the scrape of a chair draws everyone’s attention.

“Sharon just shut the fuck up for one night!” Brock yells and the scraping of cutlery stops, so does the small murmuring,

“Me? You want me to shut up? Why don’t you shut down your whoring around, asshole!” Sharon demands from Brock.

“Me? What about you sleeping around since fucking college? Then even most of the guys I work with, you’re the one whoring around!” He accuses her and she scoffs.

“Your dick isn’t enough to keep me happy.” 

“Yeah well nor is my money! Beck, seriously? I mean its enough you chase after every guy Y/N manages to get but fuck, going behind my back and having a deal with Beck?” Brock has disgust written all over his face.

“Please, she has no fucking–, the audacity you have? I could get any guy, I’m the prize and fuck you, you’re the one hungry for money!” 

Brock seethes, Sharon’s chest rises and falls both searching for a verbal attack.

Bucky and you exchange a glance, the tensions were rising between them. The loved up display crumbling as the words of trust and love spewed on from the speakers. 

“Sharon–,” Her father begins.

“No daddy! I should have listened to you, he is useless, his money is also gone now! You know I’m wearing the socialite’s second hand outfit? Me! Second hand!” Sharon stops her foot like a petulant child.

“Are you so shallow? Fuck, what the fuck is wrong with you? Mr. Carter your daughter is a fucking mess! She slept with my fucking business partner to one up Y/N! All for losing Barnes’ affections!” Brock points finally at the two of you.

“What about you? You wanted to sleep with her too to one up Barnes and Beck! You thought telling her about the cheating will have her be an easy fuck! You even wanted to fuck Wanda! I even tried getting with ‘illness ridden cousin Steve’ to make that happen for you! You know how disgusting he is!?” Sharon throws her drink on Brock and he smears the mashed potato across her face and neck.

The guests gasp and so does Sharon, “You fucker! Now we won’t be able to get our money back!” 

“Well good you nicked the fucking without insurance rental!” Brock reminds her.

“Excuse me?” Wanda’s voice rings out the mic you held now in her hands. 

Everyone turns to her, she waves at the crowd with a smile. 

“Now, hey hello, thank you all for coming to my wedding. Lovely to have you all here, while I have your attention, security is on its way to take out the trash. Yes I’m talking about you Sharon and Brock. You insult my husband, both my families. You even insult our best friends, hell you’ve been insulting us all for ages. Take your stupid sham of a marriage out of this event hall, hell off of the property. You dare not try and come back.” Wanda smiles as the security comes in escorting the two of them out. 

As they are heading out, the struggle Sharon puts up makes way for a waiter to drop his entire tray of beers for the father’s and uncles onto Sharon and Brock by default. You cover your mouth with your hand and Bucky doesn’t hold back his laugh. Pure karma.

“I wish I could say I planned that.” Wanda giggles. Steve chuckles, “I’m giving you credit.”

Sharon’s parents look apologetic as they move out of the hall as well. 

The crowd breaks into whispers. 

“Are the two of you alright?” Steve questions Bucky and you. 

You’ve held onto Bucky’s hand tightly, his thumb swipes over the back of your hand. 

Bucky still processes everything, there was so much hate they harboured out of jealousy. 

You aren’t upset, just surprised at everything that transpired, surprised at the jealousy people were capable of feeling.

“Puffin?” You find yourself looking into his eyes, “Sunshine?” 

Wanda smiles at the two of you, Steve smiles as well while Bucky cups your cheek, his lips crashing to yours, the kiss is bordering on sweet, happiness felt across the way his lips curve upwards, you giggle as he pulls you closer.

“Alright everyone, back to the speeches.” Wanda says once the two of you pull away staring at each other goofily grinning.”

Wanda hands you the mic back, “Everyone, I would like to introduce the Best Man, James Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers’ best friend and my everything.” 

The guests cheer, the couple take their seats again. Bucky takes the mic standing at the mark.

“Good Evening everyone, thank you for coming out to celebrate one of the sweetest love stories I’ve ever witnessed. Steve and Wanda were a pair probably made in some chaotic portion of heaven.” Bucky chuckles, while Steve and Wanda narrow their eyes at him.

“What I said, heaven not hell, though that would be accurate. Steve used to drag me to these lectures, I understood we were sneaking into Wanda’s class. Now I had my own selfish motivations when it came to attending, I had my sights set on some too.” Bucky looks at you, your cheeks heat.

Bucky smiles at you then continues, “Now Steve realised quite soon that I could be bribed by my crush to do his bidding. Yet again they pulled the same stunt for the wedding under the whole guise of tradition, but Y/N and I would have been their go to people in a heartbeat. I’ve known Stevie since we were kids. I’ve seen him at his weakest and strongest, his will and inner strength however never deterred. When he saw Wanda and asked her out. The first statement he told me while nursing a pint of Ben and Jerry’s was that he would one day marry her.”

Everyone aws, Steve’s face turned red. Wanda’s head rests on his shoulder.

“I knew then that this day would come, I just hadn’t known that I would also have my Sunshine by my side, watching our best friends who fell in love get married. Wanda, I know you will love and care for Steve in the way he deserves. You told me months ago that you’re stealing my best friend. Well Wan, my now annoying sister through marriage to my brother,”

You smile at the happiness that Wanda feels at the acceptance Bucky gives her.

“You’re the only person I trust with Steve’s heart, so even if you steal him away, I won’t fight back, because I know for one, Steve will kill me if I take him away from you. But I also know that when two halves of one soul meet, not even destiny can separate them. So cheers to you for proving soulmates exist and for making us all believe in true love again. Even if we had our hearts clouded about its existence.” 

Bucky raises his glass, the guests follow suit. He goes over to their table. Steve pulls him in the biggest hug and the two laugh and wipe at their eyes. Pulling away and doing a bro hug to offset the emotions.

Wanda hugs Bucky tightly, then whispers something to him that makes him laugh. He pats her head, before turning to the crowd again.

“Everyone, I hope you have space in your hearts for one more speech, from the Maid of Honour, Y/N, bestest friend of Wanda and my raza de soare, my Sunshine,” Bucky holds out his hand for you to take, he kisses the back of your hand while retreating to the emcee stand.

He watches you with the softest gaze, you can’t help but feel a little shy. You look at the crowd, taking in a deep breath.

“Hi everyone, I know you all want to move onto dessert so I’ll try to keep this short.” It earns you a few laughs.

“I met Wanda not as early as I’d like, college was amazing with her and sometimes we would imagine what all stages of school would seem like if we were together back then as well. We have different theories but one thing we know for sure is we would have remained best friends.” 

“When Wanda came over one day gushing over Steve Rogers I remember asking her who? And I swear she almost disowned me for not knowing who I was referring to, it is only after I clarified that I hope you aren’t talking about the blue eyed brunette who was in our class but never spoke, did she tell me ‘no Y/N, I’m speaking of the blue eyed blonde!’ You can imagine my immense relief at that point.”

Bucky shakes his head at you, the college class and finds your gaze again and again playing over in his mind as though it was yesterday.

“Safe to say after that I was dragged to football games, which again as Bucky didn’t mind an extra class, I didn’t mind those matches because he would be here. So we both were a little selfish amidst the love story taking place.” You shrug, “At least Bucky and I don’t take the blame for being kicked out of several places. That’s on the married couple.” 

A few common and old friends laugh knowing all about what you mention.

“When Wanda told me she wanted to propose to Steve, I only asked her if she had the ring size right. I knew that it was the easiest decision she ever made in her life, choosing to spend it with Steve.” You look at Steve then, smiling at him.

“Steve, you're one of my closest friends and not just because Wanda pulls you into one of our gossip sessions or because you think you have to be nice to me on account of Wanda. You’re the elder brother I always wanted, I know I can come to you in happiness or sadness and I know without a shred of doubt you would be there for me.” You swallow the lump in your throat.

Wanda wipes the corner of her eyes.

“I knew one day I’d be Wanda’s Maid of Honour, everyone who knows our friendship knows we decided on the flower arrangement within the first year of becoming besties. What I didn’t know was the maze, Bucky and I would have to conjure to honour the requests of the parents. We were lost in it for so long trying to find our own ways out, but together” You look at Bucky. He looks at you with a smile. You both know this is going off topic.

“But I don’t want to escape it, I want to stay in it with you. I want to fall into it again with you, dragă mea.” You pause your speech, Bucky and your gazes locked upon each other. 

Steve and Wanda share a knowing look, their efforts bearing fruit would never stop feeling fucking amazing.

“So yes, Steve and Wanda,” You break out of your spell with Bucky, “Thank you for reminding us about the fact that true love exists, that bonds can stand the test of time. May we all gather again together to renew your vows because yes, Wan and I have even planned that ceremony.” You look at Bucky, grining, “With military timing.” you add to annoy him. He huffs, but smiles. 

“To Wanda and Steve, from crushes, to first great loves, to marriage, to forever.” You raise your glass, everyone follows suit. Bucky joins you, kissing your forehead. 

The dance floor opens up then, while guests either eat dessert or choose to dance. 

Bucky and you decide to step out on the beach for a quiet moment together, before Wanda comes in tapping away on Steve’s watch. 

Your back against his chest, the music from inside muffled. The waves amplified. Bucky sways the two of you with his arms around you. Ever so often you lean back to share a kiss or just look at eachother with pure love.

The door slides open, amplifying the music, Sarah Rogers and Natalya Maximoff are laughing as they step out for air. Bucky and you shift to let them get some space as well. 

They sigh happily. You both smile at them.

“Wonderful speeches both of you.” Sarah praises, “Really beautiful.”

“Thank you.” The two of you say at the same time.

“I have a question though.” Natalya tilts her head, Sarah grabs her arm.

“What question?” Bucky frowns.

“What was that tradition?” Natalya continues, trying to free her hand from Sarah. 

“The tradition you told Wanda regarding the Maid of Honour and Best Man.” You remind her chuckling, she looks at you still confused.

“Nattie, I think you’re too drunk.” Sarah laughs it off.

“The one where those two title holders have to be married.” Bucky adds on, Sarah chuckles, pulling Natalya away, “Oh look I see Aunt Tara waving at us!” 

They take quick steps in, “There is no tradition like that though, Sar.”

“Oh hush, I know.” Sarah says, but you both hear them.

At that moment the music was switched from pop to a soft ballad. 

You turn in Bucky’s arms, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That our best friends had a military timing plan for us all this time?” He raises a brow. 

You nod, he grabs your hand. Heading towards the dance floor again, trying to locate the two masterminds, 

Pietro gestures out, the main doors that lead to the aisle. Sure enough the deck has an abandoned wedding dress and suit. The waves carry the moans over making Bucky and you step back inside to a safer place. Heading back to the reception hall.

Bucky stares at you for a moment before grinning, you look at him before remembering.

“I put in ‘abandoned reception for sex’.” You tell him your answer for the bookstore bet.

“I put in the same thing, Sunshine.” He chuckles, the two of you begin to laugh.

“May I have this dance Sunshine?” He offers his hand.

“You may, Puffin, I believe we have six years of dances to make up for,” Your hand fits into his as though made for him. Your other hand is upon his shoulder. Bucky’s free hand moves around your waist, pulling you closer. 

His lips brush over your earlobe, “You sure you want to be stuck in this with me, Sunshine?” He can’t wait to tell you he knows about your ‘yes’.

“We made this labyrinth together, we’ll stay in it together, Puffin. Forever even.” You answer him, the music changes to your shared song. 

The song reaches it’s end with you pressed up against Bucky. Your hearts beating in sync, happiness and love surrounding the two of you.

Sunshine and Puffin finally get to kiss at the end of their song without any interruption.

A.N.: well we only have the epilogue left! sunshine and puffin are in their labyrinth and love every minute of it.... let me know your thoughts! also brb crying because i love this fic so much

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Blame Me: Chapter 1 | Jungkook/Reader

Pairing: artist!freespirit!Jungkook/noona!f!Reader

Genre: Best friend's younger brother; slow burn; friends to lovers; eventual romance; eventual smut; neighbors/childhood friends au; forbidden(ish) love; summer love.

Summary: Upon returning to your hometown after breaking off your engagement to your boyfriend of three years, you reconnect with your childhood bestfriend as you attempt to put the pieces of your life back togethe r. It seems like nothing has changed in the sleepy little town until your bestie's younger brother returns home from college - very, very grown. As the summer stretches on, the stakes get higher - can you play with fire without getting burned, or have you ignited a flame that won't be extinguished?

Chapter Warnings: All my fics are 18+ (minors, dni); allusions to an unhappy home environment/neglect; descriptive scenes of shared meals (the characters will eat together a lot in this fic, as it is part of a family dynamic); mentions of promiscuity made in jest; the accidentally-in-bed-together trope; brief panic attack symptoms; MC has some issues with guilt and feeling like a burden

Updates: When I can! Life has been crazy lately.

Author's note: This is so incredibly late in coming, and I really struggled with it for whatever reason (the initial inspo was there and then it just wasn't coming) but I am still excited to tell this story and thank you in advance to anyone who takes the time to read it!

*Inspired by "Blame Me" by Monsta X 💕

In case no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️ 💜

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You watched the shiny white Tesla that had been your Uber grow smaller and smaller down the long shady stretch of Tiger Lily Lane. You stood on the sidewalk, behind you the warm asphalt of the road and long shadows of the tall, sprawling elms, and before you your childhood home. It was a little grey house with a blue door and white trim, kitchen windows like jovial eyes, curved at the top, staring out over a lawn overrun with crabgrass and lined with bushes of pale pink roses that grew flush with the unpainted picket fence. The porch swing was beginning to show signs of rust, but the two little hanging pots of azaleas that flanked it on either side were blooming and bright. The windows and flowers seemed to loudly stare out into the street,  assuring neighbors and passersby of a happy home, but you knew better. 

You shifted your duffel bag on your shoulder and sighed. You weren't ready to go in. The house into which your family had moved when you were in the third grade had never really been a home to you. In fact, it had been a place you had left. By choice. Granted you had paid the occasional visit, by choice. Because visits were temporary. This wasn't a visit - and the moment you walked through those doors, you would be shutting forever a chapter of your life in which, as stormy as it had been in recent days, had rescued you from the one before it.

An ugly feeling that had been brewing in the pit of your stomach since the pilot had announced that your plane was starting its decent was making itself well known as you stood outside the gate of house number 9195.

A voice snapped you out of your nauseated reverie, and as you turned to see its owner, new feelings washed over you. Better ones. In the lawn of 9197 Tiger Lily Lane stood a pretty, slim young woman with a sharply cut, silky black bob. Her catlike dark eyes were bright and intense, her face bare but lovely, and her clothes simple but strikingly presentable.

    "Y/n!" she called again, her arms extended with open palms in a gesture of embrace and inquisition.

    "Jiah!" you shouted, dropping your duffel with a thud and jogging into the ungated yard where she stood.

    No sooner were you within arm's reach than she pulled you into a tight hug, swaying you from side to side as she pressed out of you, along with all the air in your lungs, a muffled laugh. Suddenly grasping you by the shoulders, she jerked you back so she could look at you. You grabbed her arms to steady yourself, continuing to gasp out bursts of laughter as you protested.

"Jiah, hold on! Woah! I'm gonna fall!"

    "Who cares about that! I haven't seen you since...oh my god, since the summer we finished undergrad, I think? How are you? Are you going to be in town for a few days?"

You looked back over your shoulder to where two bulging suitcases stood beside your abandoned duffel, then back to Jiah's inquisitive gaze.

    "It's gonna be more than a few days, Ji."

    She squeezed your shoulder as she cocked her head to the side.

    "Wait, are you moving back?"

    You mustered a weary, uncertain smile.

    "Surprise!" you offered weakly. Her smile faded, lips drawing into a pensive purse.

    "You haven't even been in there yet, have you?" she asked gravely, her eyes searching yours, hand still on your shoulder. You shook your head, lowering your gaze groundward. She sighed.

    "Alright, c'mon," she said suddenly, marching toward your pile of luggage.

    She grabbed the duffel and tossed it at you, wheeling the other two bags up the driveway behind her.

    "You're coming with me for now. We have some catching up to do."

You didn't protest as you followed her over the threshold of the Jeon household for the first time in a long while.

    Linen. Every house has its very own unique scent - one that draws you into its aura, for good or ill, and wraps you in all of the memories and feelings it has afforded you; it can take you back to a moment in time, and who you were in that moment, unmistakable and fleeting - a smoke ring of a portal to a previous reality. Jiah's house smelled like linen. And lilacs? Something floral, but even more delicate.

You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes as you stood just inside the door. The sick feeling in your stomach began to shrink. Every muscle in your body began to soften. You could hear the laughter of years ago. You could feel the bubbly schoolgirl giddiness of slumber parties under forts of sheets. Movie nights with cartons of takeout. Summer afternoons laying in the grass and tossing lazy wishes up at puffy white clouds. 

    "Y/n? Have you even been listening to me?"

You opened your eyes and blinked at Jiah, who was standing in front of you with two bottles of grapefruit IPA and a look of mild annoyance.

    "Sorry," you offered with a sheepish smile, slipping off your shoes, and traded the duffel in your right hand for one of the beers in answer to the question you had missed.

You followed her into the living room and plopped down next to her on a pretty white couch you didn't recognize, taking a long, wheaty swig from your bottle. She folded her legs up under herself and turned toward you, fixing you with earnest, expectant eyes. You raised an eyebrow quizzically.

    "Well, aren't you gonna tell me?" she pressed.

You smiled to yourself. Always so direct, Jeon Jiah. Even with half a decade stretching between this moment and the last you spent together, things were the very same. You were the Libra - the dramatic, messy one. The one with a heart full of dreams and a head in the clouds. She was the Capricorn with the strong sense of direction and the practical perspective. You always seemed to be in a quandary and she never failed to have a hard take on the situation. You sighed, taking another long sip of beer.

    "Have we really talked at all since freshman year of undergrad?" Jiah shook her head.

    While you had fought like hell to get out of Bellpond - even if it meant chasing your father's dreams of law school instead of your own - Jiah, who desperately wanted to join you in New York, had set aside her own longings to attend a local college while helping the family store survive the recession. Telling her the truth of what happened was going to be painful. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying to transcend the assumption that what you were about to say would let her down.

    "It was a guy, wasn't it?"

You shot wide eyes up at her, mouth agape at her sudden interjection. 

"What?" she pressed with a shrug as she sipped her own beverage,

"That's always what it is with you."

    You blinked, trying to form some sort of protest while failing to find any evidence in memory to counter her claims. You settled for a rueful smile and a huff. 

    "I guess I always have had pretty terrible taste in men," you conceded.

    "Pretty terrible?" she pushed, her face pinching into a comically overt censoriousness. "It's like your number one turn-on is red flags!"

    "Hey!" you rebutted, launching yourself at her shoulder in a playful shove, and sloshing her beer in the process.

You froze in panic as she glanced down at her dampened cardigan, and then at you.

    "Oh, shit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

You jumped up and backed away, holding your hands outstretched in front of you as she stood up and slowly and menacingly advanced toward you. 

    "This is my favorite sweater," she hissed in a whisper.

    "Jiah, I didn't mean too, I'm sorry!" you whined, manic laughter punctuating your words as you backed around the coffee table.

    "It has lady bugs on the bottom," she hissed again, eyes narrowing as she raised the right hem to gesticulate at the embroidered insects in question.

    "And they're very cute," you placated, hands still raised in self defense. "Look, I said I was - Aaahh!!"

    She lunged at you mid-sentence, and you shrieked, tripping over your own feet in an attempt to flee and you toppled, one after the other, in a heap on the plush carpet. Before you could find out if your friend was in fact as strong as she had been in high school, the front door swung open and a familiar voice filled the room.

    "Jeon Jiah, get up off the floor and help your imo with all these damn groceries! I had to - AHHHH!"

    You looked up at the figure in the door as she let out a high-pitched squeal of delight. She was a petite bombshell of a woman in her early fifties, who, had you not known otherwise, you wouldn't have pegged for a day over forty. Bright and expertly executed makeup adorned her features - softer and rounder than Jiah's. Her permed dark hair was pulled up in a colorful bohemian wrap, and she wore compression pants, neon orange Nike's, and a crop top with a print of Joan Jett flipping the bird. She had dropped the bags of citrus and apples she had been carrying, sending the fruits rolling across the floor.

    "Aebeolle!" She shrieked, running forward, and bending down to pull you up by your armpits into a half-stand so she could crush you in a hug. 

    "Rosie!" You propped yourself up on your knees so that you could wrap your arms around the tiny woman's middle.

    Imo to her niece and nephew, she was Rosie to everyone else. While Jiah's mother had been the responsible one, staying out of trouble, and working in the family store after school, Rosie had been the wild child. Smart as a whip but with no patience for the system, Rosie had dropped out of high school at seventeen and jumped on a tour bus the following summer as the groupie of a grunge band. She hadn't looked back until Christmas Eve of 1999, when her whole world was shattered by a phone call.

She had taken the next flight back to the hometown she had promised to never set foot in again so that by Christmas morning she could have her niece and nephew in wrapped her arms. She left behind her life in the fast lane to take over running the Jeon's store and raise her sister's kids in their family home. 

She had been there for you, too. On those nights you climbed out of your window, a backpack slung over your shoulder stuffed with clothes and a toothbrush, to tap softly on their front door. On the following mornings she had filled your stomach with warm, hearty dakjuk and fluffy slices of milk bread, and let you watch cartoons as she worked out the knots clinging to your neglected hair. She offered the warmest hugs, the softest words of direction, and the loudest cheers of praise. She had always called you "aebeolle" which was Korean for "caterpillar", and she had always given you the nurture you needed to survive. If she hadn't, you weren't sure where you would have come by it.

    "What are you doing here? You finally paying us a visit?" she asked, clapping her hands to your cheeks.

    "She was about to tell me about how some guy wrecked her life. Again."

Jiah interjected, earning herself a smack on the shoulder.

    "Jiah, you brat!" Rosie chided, as she helped you to your feet.

She glanced up at you through fake lashes.

"You really do have the worst taste in men, though."

    You sighed in defeat.

    "Ugh, you two," you blustered, "Where is Jungkook when I need backup?"

    "Headed this way, for the summer, actually," Rosie remarked as she collected the fruit strewn across the floor.

    "So he decided to slum it, huh?" Jiah huffed, "I thought he was going to Ontario, or wherever the heck that last girl he met at that festival was from."

    Rosie shrugged, shaking her head with a smile.

    "I've lost track," she chuckled.

    You blinked.

    "Wait, wait, wait...are we talking about the same person?" You asked, holding a hand up in disbelief. "Jungkook. Your little brother. Tiny. Shy as hell. Looks like the weight of his head is gonna topple him over. Bunny rabbit teeth....is a lady's man?"

    "Well, not strictly," Rosie hummed, hoisting a bag of produce onto the counter. "His sophomore year in Paris there was that one guy...what was his name?"

    "Taehyung," Jiah offered, shedding her sweater and draining her beer.

    "Right, right," Rosie nodded. "I liked him. Too bad."

    Your mouth hung open. Jiah wrinkled her nose.

    "You're gonna catch flies that way," she remarked sardonically. 

    "I...I just cannot believe what I'm hearing. Jungkook. In my mind he will forever be the tiny gremlin I have to keep bailing out of trouble."

    Rosie smiled. Jiah scoffed.

    "Well, he's still a gremlin, if you ask me," she sniffed, chucking the beer bottles in the recycling bin.

    "When does he get back?" You asked.

Rosie shook her head as she divided the groceries between the cupboards and the fridge.

    "He's on his bike so, barring any unexpected stops - which are definitely not out of the picture - he should be here in the next couple of days. Probably by the weekend."

    You nodded, still trying to wrap your head around the newly acquired image of you and Jiah's childhood tag-a-long. Rosie approached you with a picture pulled up on her phone.

    "Look at him," she said with a smile, sliding the device into your hand.

    You blinked at the picture on the screen. There he stood - much taller than you remembered - a girl under each arm, filling out a pair of ripped jeans, a black tank, and an ascot. A fringe brushed the tops of his eyes, while the top half of his dark waves were bound back in a little bun. His right arm was covered in tattoos. He was grinning from ear to ear, with that same toothy smile you had committed to memory.

   "That's just crazy," you murmured, shaking your head, before handing Rosie's phone back to her. 

    "He's going to be thrilled to see you. I think he has a lot of happy memories from when you three were kids just banging around town together," Rosie remarked as she continued to sort the groceries.

    You smiled to yourself. You certainly did. You glanced at your bags by the door.

    "I guess I should get going," you murmured without conviction.

    "Not yet, not until I've fed you," Rosie responded, not skipping a beat as she began to pile the ingredients for bibimbap on the kitchen island.

You smiled to yourself. Rosie to the rescue, as always.

    "Okay, if you're gonna twist my arm," you sighed dramatically as you pulled up a stool on the other side of the kitchen island, followed by Jiah who grabbed the carrots and a peeler.

    You reached for a huge zucchini squash and knife. Jiah shot you some side-eye.

    "You're not getting out of telling us about the big debacle, you know. Time to 'fess up."

    "Yep, spill," Rosie concurred as she prepped the rice cooker.

    You heaved another sigh. Might as well get it over with, you thought. But for some reason, the words stuck in your throat, unable to come out. You looked at your hands, shaking as they tried to steady the knife over the squash. You couldn't do this. Not right now. Not yet.

    You let the knife clatter to the cutting board and scrubbed your hands over your face. 

    "Y/n?" Jiah asked, leaning over to look at you, "Are you okay?"

    You drew your hands from your face and looked up at her with tired eyes. She and Rosie had traded their teasing glances for expressions of concern. You gripped the edge of the counter to stop your stupid hands from trembling.

    "It's really not a fun story, you guys," you said slowly, trying your best to sound casual, "You're not missing out."

    Rosie reached over the kitchen island to clasp your hands.

    "No worries, aebeolle. We can talk about it some other time. For now, just stick to slicing up this zucchini and forget about that other one!"

    She shot you a wink as she cracked open a tupperware of marinated beef.

    "Imo! My god!" Jiah protested with a grimace as you and Rosie burst into a fit of giggles.

    It was all laughter and shots of soju and teasing Jiah about being a prude until you were gathered around the table with steaming bowls of goodness in front of you. Rosie closed her eyes and threw up rock-on signs with both hands.

    "May Stevie Nicks bless this food," she murmured before snapping up her chopsticks to snag a mandu and pop it into her mouth.

    You took a heaping bite of bibimbap, your whole body relaxing as the flavors and warmth returned you to a simpler time. Another wave of nostalgia washed over you as images of three little hungry kids fighting over the last piece of fried chicken replaced the scene before you. Your eyes wandered to the empty chair beside Rosie. There was a missing piece in the picture of comfort you had always found in the Jeon residence - a missing piece in the shape of round head bearing a pair of giant doe eyes that would light up when he'd win and water-up when he'd lose, and little short legs that ran faster than the longer ones, and a bright smile that was all innocence and central incisors.

You smiled fondly as long-dormant memories continued to appear like little spring flowers of the mind. Jungkook had perfectly completed your little trio, because though Jiah was your best friend, you and he had always understood each other in a way that came so easily. You didn't mind that everything brought him to tears, or that he invested himself so earnestly in even the smallest of his joys. You also didn't find it annoying that he wanted to tag along with the big kids, or that he hated being called a baby despite practically demanding to be treated as one. You knew in a way Jiah would only later realize that he was caught between wanting to grow up too quickly and not at all. It was the same battle between longings that waged war in your own heart, along with so many others who in some way had to raise themselves.

    "How's the oi muchim?" Rosie's question roused you from your reverie.

    "Amazing, like everything," you answered, waving your chopsticks over the spread of banchan.

    "I made it a little spicier this time," the older woman said, sampling the cucumbers again herself. "Trying to get these staples just right before the new place opens."

    "New place? Another store?" You asked, helping yourself to more sukju namul. 

    Rosie's eyes shone, a proud smile tugging at her lips as she gave her answer.

    "A restaurant, actually."

    Your jaw dropped.

    "You're finally doing it!?"

    Rosie leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, nodding at her niece.

    "It's all Jiah's doing. She's taking care of all the logistics, I'm just figuring out the menu."

    "Well, if you need help, I'm in between gigs at the moment," you added eagerly.

    Rosie clapped her hands and wiggled in her chair.

    "We would love the help! We've only just started hiring some staff. So far there's one person to wait tables and someone running the kitchen."

    Jiah let out a huff. You quirked an eyebrow in her direction, and she appraised you with a look of wistful discouragement.

    "Too bad you can't cook, or I'd boot him out tomorrow."

    "Who?"

    "The chef," she sneered.

    "Speaking of, Jiah-ie," Rosie remarked over the food in her cheek, "How is Seokjin doing these days?"

The older woman chewed back a poorly concealed smirk as she glanced up at her niece, whose lips curled scornfully.

    "One day, I'll kill him, I swear," she grumbled, shoveling rice into her mouth as if she was punishing it with every bite.

You glanced over at your friend, then at Rosie, who wiggled her eyebrows as she took a sip from her glass.

    "Seokjin...not Kim Seokjin?" you asked. 

    "Yeeeeep," Jiah affirmed bitterly.

    "He's a cook?"

    Rosie nodded.

    "And darn good at it. The only thing he's better at is pissing off this one right here," she remarked with a smirk as she gestured toward her glowering niece.

  You smiled to yourself as Jiah started off on what would likely be a lengthy rant at the young man's expense. Seokjin, or Jin, as he was more commonly known, had attended the same small high school as you and Jiah. In a body of four-hundred students, everyone had played a well-known role - and while she had been the straight-laced valedictorian, he was the class clown. Natural enemies who found the other beyond comprehension, the bulk of the ire had always been on Jiah's side, while Jin had seemed to find her as amusing as he did inexplicable. The concept of the two of them attempting to run a business together was the stuff of sitcoms.

His ongoing feud with Jiah notwithstanding, it didn't really surprise you that he had tucked himself into the Jeons' life. His father owned most of the agricultural land in the surrounding area, and with his older brother having been slated since birth to take over the family empire, Jin had enjoyed a freedom of direction that found him often seeking out the phenomenon of being needed...and people always needed a laugh. But laughter is momentary, and Rosie, having the heart for strays that she did, always provided something more permanent.

    "So now we're probably going to have to keep Jungkook at the store, because you know how they get when they're together," Jiah tiraded on.

    "They don't get along anymore?" you asked, a bit crestfallen at the thought. 

    "The opposite," Rosie chuckled, "You put them in the same room and those dorks turn into a couple of puppies. They broke the back screen door roughhousing last Chuseok. Plowed right through it."

    You snickered at the thought.

    "But Jungkook is darn well gonna contribute while he's here," your friend asserted as she stood to clear the table, still on her agenda about the restaurant launch, "Not just cruise around finding pretty people to sketch between make-out sessions."

    Rosie waved a hand dismissively.

    "He's always willing to pitch in. But it's summer, and he's young, so don't you go all drill sergeant on him." 

     Jiah scoffed.

    "Sure, it's summer, but there's a lot to get done between now and opening, and -"

    "AND," Rosie interrupted, "I expect you to have some fun as well, young lady! Especially now that Y/n is back. You two better do a decent amount of carousing."

    "Carousing?" Jiah asked with a grimace, directing horrified eyes in your direction.

    You let out another laugh.

    "She's got a point, Rosie. I don't think anyone has caroused in quite some time."

    Rosie rolled her eyes, crossing to the sink and running the tap.

    "Well," she rejoined, undeterred, "Whatever it is they're calling it these days, you two better be doing plenty of it! Give your imo some fun to live through vicariously, why don't you?"

    Jiah shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest.

    "And, you," she said, pointing a sudsy wooden spoon in your direction, "Should just stay here for the night. Take Jungkook's room. Then you can rest and be ready for...you know. Tomorrow."

    You accepted the invitation with very little hesitation. It was a relief, and Rosie knew. She had always known. You shot a text to excuse your absence that you doubted was actually necessary and lugged your things down the hall and into the last bedroom on the left.

    The rest of the night was spent stuffed onto the little couch with bowls of ice cream while the three of you shrieked and slapped each other's arms and kick your feet watching reruns of The Golden Girls. It was nearly midnight by the time you slipped under the sheets of the full-sized mattress in the smallest bedroom.

    Though your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, you couldn't help but glance around at the walls and shelves, filled with scented candles, and action figures, Polaroids, and an incredible number of charcoal and graphite sketches. There were drawings of buildings, trees, cars, and people. And though there was little variation in color, the vitality and emotion that sparked along each line drew you from piece to piece. Your eyes drifted over a particular drawing - a girl's lower face - the tip of a nose, lips slightly parted, and her chin tilting upward. It might have been the delirium of your tired mind, but something about it seemed familiar. You stretched for a recollection just out of reach as you slipped past memory and into slumber.

    Weight. The first thing you registered as your mind began to again become aware of its physical trappings was a heaviness. At first your hazy consciousness likened it to blankets, then to the heaviness of a sleep without dreams...safety...security...

    And then something brushed the skin of your stomach under your shirt, drawing a hum out of you as your eyes fluttered open, and what they saw had you frozen in place. An arm. A large, muscular arm covered in dark ink was snaked around your waist, hand slipped under the hem of your sleep tee.

    Fight or flight mode suddenly triggered, you snapped up and pushed yourself away from the body attached to the limb, letting out a shout as you kicked your legs, and only catching a glimpse of dark hair and grey sweatpants as the intruder rolled off the bed and hit the carpet with a loud thud. You jumped off the other side of the bed before you could think, tangling your legs in sheets that brought you tumbling down onto your ass. Before you could thrash free of the bedding, a groaning figure peered with large, dark eyes from the other side of the bed. Dark, wild waves framing his sleepy head like a halo, and wide, round eyes still bleary with sleep, the young man passed tattooed hand over his mouth to wipe the remnants of drool away as he blinked at you from across the room.

    "J...Jungkook?!" you choked out in surprise and confusion, struggling to your feet.

    "You kicked me..." he groaned, his features taking on an injured look as he stooped to rub his thigh.

    "Why...when..."

    "Imo told me to wake you up for breakfast," he pouted.

You scrubbed your hands over your eyes. Same damn baby-faced expression. Huge, bulky man. With tattoos...and a lip ring? This Pokémon had leveled up. Maybe twice. And that was all your brain could register as your heart rate descended from two hundred beats per minute and the heavy fog of an interrupted sleep cycle began to dissipate. You tossed the sheet back onto the bed, and as your eyes flicked back to his face you noticed his had dropped a little lower. Registering with horror that you were in a thin cotton nightshirt with nothing underneath, you snatched up the sheet again, clutching it to your chest. What the fuck was happening?

    "Rosie told you to wake me up, so you decided to spoon me?" You asked incredulously as your embarrassment quickly morphed into agitation.

    Jungkook's eyes widened as they flew up to yours, seemingly caught off guard by the edge in your tone.

    "No, noona...it wasn't like that!" he said, standing to his full height, his brow creasing defensively.

    He was pretty fucking tall. His white tee and grey sweats did little to hide the fact that he was also pretty fucking big. Exasperated by these unbidden acknowledgements that had your brain buffering, you snapped a little again.

    "Then what was it like? You had your hand up my shirt, Kook!" 

    Your voice had unintentionally softened at his nickname, and he caught it, biting back a grin as you hugged the sheet over you just a little more snugly. 

    "It was kind of your fault, noona," he smirked, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. 

    You shot him a quizzical and unamused look.

    "I came in here to wake you up and you pulled me into bed. You kept calling me someone else's name...and..." he giggled, "'Baby', and you kept insisting we sleep for just five more minutes."

    You gaped at him in horror.

     "You pulled my arm over you," he continued, now a bit smugly, "And I had literally just woken up, so...being so comfy...well, I guess I fell back to sleep with you."

    You could feel the heat in your face. You had a history of pretty intense sleep talking, but you hadn't experienced it to that extent in years. You considered that you must have slept deeply as you stammered your apology.

    "Oh my god, Jungkook...I'm so sorry - that's horrifying - I didn't mean to..." 

    The younger man just laughed in response, breaking into his signature luminous smile. His eyes glimmered.

    "Didn't mean to steal my bed, demand cuddles, and then beat the heck out of me?"

    You let out a sigh.

    "Sorry."

He nodded, a little smile still tugging at his lips.

    "I accept your apology for the bruises...but not the cuddles. Those were nice."

    He threw a wink over his shoulder as he headed for the door, and you tossed a pillow and a string of expletives after him as he jogged, giggling, toward the kitchen. Still flustered and a bit thrown, you changed into real clothes before joining the others in the breakfast table. Rosie was placing mayak eggs alongside the piles of bacon and pancakes as you pulled out a chair next to Jiah.

    "You slept well! You must have been exhausted," Rosie remarked, handing you a mug of coffee.

    "Yeah, must have," Jungkook quipped with a smirk as he snagged three strips of bacon.

    You shot him a warning look as you stabbed demonstratively into a stack of pancakes, but his grin only deepened.

    "I thought you weren't supposed to be back until the weekend," you addressed him coolly.

    "Mm," he took a sip of orange juice. "I actually wasn't really supposed to be back until next week. I expected to head north to see a friend but she ended up being out of town, so I just came straight back."

    "A friend, huh?" Jiah crooned patronizingly, as she twirled a fork in his direction.

    Her brother nodded.

    "The same one you were talking to on the phone very loudly when you came in last night?"          

Jungkook scrunched his nose, sticking out the tip of his tongue in her direction.

    "Wow," she drawled, "How very adult of you. And for the record, friends don't call each other 'baby'."

    Jungkook snickered, glancing at you again before he mumbled, "Some friends do..."

    "So, Jiah - " you practically shouted, as you turned toward her in a desperate bid to change the topic of conversation, "You gonna show me the new place today, or what?"

    "The restaurant? If you let her drag you out there, she'll put you to work and you'll never be seen again," Jungkook hummed over an entire egg that he had pocketed in his cheek, casting teasing eyes up at his sister, who smiled back wickedly.

    "You know, Kookie, it's just so good to have you home! We needed someone who puts in those gym hours to do a bit of the heavy lifting." 

    Jungkook flashed another smile, puffing his chest and massaging his pectorals as Jiah feigned a gag.

    You chuckled, and Jungkook grinned as he tucked into his pancakes.

    Watching the two of them bicker and catch up, you realized that things felt a bit more whole again - familiar, if different. You considered that maybe the three of you could all fall back into stride. Maybe this summer wouldn't be so bad after all.

    After breakfast you gathered your things to head next door. You tried to slip out quietly, to avoid Rosie stalling you any further, but Jungkook caught you as he was coming around from the garage, an oil towel in his grease-stained hands.

    "You leaving?" he asked with a tinge of disappointment.

    "I can't over-stay my welcome," you shrugged, smiling wryly.

    His face took on a serious expression.

    "You know you're always welcome here, yeah? It's good to have you back," he pressed earnestly.

    You nodded, touched because you knew he meant it and that the other two members of his family shared the same sentiment. Jungkook wiped his hands on the towel casting a look over at the house next door. 

    "You staying there?"

    You nodded. His brow creased and the corners of his mouth turned down.

    "Okay. You can come here whenever."

    "I know," you said softly.

    His eyes looked worried and uncertain. You dropped your bag and pulled him into a hug. 

    "It's so good to see you again, Jungkook-ah," you murmured, dropping your head against his chest.

    His arms squeezed around you in return. He had always preferred to talk with his body instead of his words. Every playful punch, or little shove, or squeeze of his hand carried a message. This one meant it was good to see you too.

    As you waved goodbye you counted the Jeons' welcome among your blessings - not everything you had left behind would be so welcome to recall. But, life hadn't left you with many choices. So you began the long walk to the house next door.

-End Chapter 1-

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Her Reign

a/n: Hello, my Fabulous Readers! Would you like to take a trip down Memory Lane with me? Boy, do I have a treat for y'all...

When I was just starting to write my fanfics 8 - 9 years ago, before I fell into major Writer's Block, and went on my forced Hiatus, I wrote this fic for a good friend. Because back then, she drew Steve fanart for me, and I wrote Loki fics for her.

Fast forward to this year, I'm looking through my old notes in my notes apps, low and behold I find a handful of fic ideas and half-written, unfinished fics. And honestly, young me literally had the best fic ideas 😆 I realize that they're basically my very own Vaults! They couldn't have came on a better time, when I want to connect to my younger self, and remember what it was like, when life wasn't as complicated.

Ofcourse, it's not completely the original story, present me needed to polish the rough patches in the story, because specific timeline when this was written, was roughly somewhere before Endgame after Infinity War...😅 And I also need to make sure, it's semi-accurate to the current MCU, for my own sake.

But still, I hope y'all will enjoy reading this one, all the same.

Loki Odinson x Y/n Y/L/N's Daughter, Lucy Laufeyson

Requested: No

WARNINGS: Loki's Death(seriously doesn't need to be a question😆), Abusive, cliché Evil Step-parent, Allusion to the abuse Y/n goes through, Lucy imagining and enacting revenge(and justice) on Evil Step-Parent, Lucy goes ape-shit, Loki would be proud. Story goes way dark(not GOT Dark, but still, pretty dark). Written by me, when I was still fairly new to writing, so sorry for the errors present Me isn't able to fix.

DNI Divider by @firefly-graphics

Enjoy!

Loki looking at Lucy from Valhalla...

It was a typical day for the Avengers in the Avenger Compound. Agents of every kind, rushed here and there, to finish their duties. In one of the lower floors underground, lived the Avengers. Each had their own apartment. But they liked to spend time together, in the common room. And today was no exception.

The room was full of chaos. From the sounds of a certain Captain's daughter crying, because she fell down while attempting to walk, with her doting mother and older brother trying to calm her down, to Peter Parker, Bruce Banner and Dr. Stephen Strange devising a way to make their tactical suits more durable, and more accommodating to the various shapes and sizes each individual, human, alien or super, has.

Lucy Laufeyson is among the chaotic bunch. Born and raised together with James Anthony Rogers, making her pretty much used to everything that happens around here, around her considered-extended family. She'd been living with the Avengers and her Uncle Thor Odinson, in an effort to avoid her Step-Father, Grey Wallace. Well, specifically to avoid hurting, said man.

From the moment her grandmother, from her mother, Y/n Y/L/N's side, had told her that she was to have a Step-Father, she knew that it would take a lot of strength and maturity. For she knew Gray wasn't a good man. He abused her mother and basically, forced her to have his child. Luckily, Lucy could never hate her younger Brother, Greyson. She hated his sperm donor.

Before Loki died, he had written a note to every member of his family. For Thor, Y/n, and especially Lucy. The one for her, specified that he wanted Thor to take his family to New Asgard, where he hoped to be laid to rest.

Once his request was fulfilled, she decided to take her father's name and use it to make a legacy of her own in her new home. Despite this, it didn't stop her from imagining enacting her revenge on Grey. She hated everything he did to her mother, and today is living proof of that.

"Hey James. Nice shield." Lucy smirked, it looks uncannily like her Father's.

"Oh, Lucy... Hi... I-I-I was just borrowing this from Dad." James answered, turning pinker by the minute.

"Calm down, Rogers. I was just teasing." Lucy said, playfully boxing his arm.

"Besides, I'm not here as often as I used to. Just for old times sake."

"Sometimes I wonder how we've been friends, since birth." James sighed.

"Come on... you know you love me, Cap Jr." Lucy smirked again, living for the reaction she gets, from her dear sweet James.

"Excuse me, Ms. Laufeyson, but Ms. Alexa is here." Tony's AI, JAKASTA, said.

"Thanks, JAKASTA." Lucy replied.

"See you later, Rogers." She added, patting the side of his pink face on her way out.

Lucy walked from the training room, through endless hallways, with Agents working and training, as well as the scientist conducting tests and experiments, of all kinds, to the elevator, that will take her down to the Lobby. Her heart leapt with excitement. She always loved seeing her Mother, and her younger Brother, whenever they came for a visit. Preferably without her infamous Step-Father, who in her opinion, descended straight from Hell.

A few minutes later, she arrived at the Lobby, where she knew the people her Family, would be waiting. She pushed open the only door, separating her from the Lobby, and saw her mother for the first time in months. Beautiful but bruised and slightly battered. Loki would hate Grey.

"Mom!" Lucy called.

"Hello Lucy." Y/n replied, looking up from talking to Y/O/N Rogers, her best friend since before meeting the loves of their lives.

Lucy walked a little faster and went to give her mother a gentle but firm hug.

"What am I? A chameleon? Where's my hug?!" Lucy's younger brother, Greyson, asked/exclaimed.

"Hello to you, too, Baby Brother." Lucy smirked, going in to hug her sibling.

"It's always a gem, to see you both together like this!" Alexa cried, tears forming in her eyes.

"We really need to catch up." Greyson said with a smile, taking Lucy's hand.

Sometime later, the family sat in a restaurant downtown, enjoying the food and coffee, while catching up and sharing stories with one another.

"And he just ran and ran and BOOM! Homerun!" Alexa finished, with pride in her eyes as she looked at her son.

"It was nothing, really. Honest." Greyson said, blushing at the attention.

"Changing the subject, how are you and your so-called 'childhood bestfriend, not potential lover', Dear Sister." Greyson teased.

"I told you the last time, Greyson. We're just friends. Nothing more. Nothing less." Lucy replied, as a matter of factly.

"Now, why don't I believe that?" Greyson muttered, under his breath.

"Shut up." Lucy replied, with a playful shove towards him.

"It's so nice to see you both getting along." Alexa said, wistful.

"I would be happier if that lousy excuse of a Step-Father is six feet under and never ever coming back." Lucy commented, scooping up some of her food into her mouth.

"Lucy-" Alexa started, wiping her eyes, before opening her arms towards her daughter.

"I mean it, Mom. He's hurt you enough." Lucy replied.

"Dad wouldn't want this for you..." She added, taking her Mother's hand, and rolling up the sleeve a little to reveal the marks hidden underneath.

"Sorry, Mom. But I agree with Lucy. If he hadn't hurt you, and continued to hurt you, things might've been different." Greyson replied, as Y/n pulled her hand away, and pulled her sleeves down, even further than before.

"I know three days ago wasn't the best wedding anniversary..." She started to explain.

"WHAT THE HELL DID HE DO THIS TIME?!" Lucy exclaimed, her anger boiling up to the surface.

"It's nothing, Lucy." Alexa sighed.

"It isn't just nothing, Mom! It's always something." Lucy raised her voice. Her eyes being drawn to the sleeve that her Mother, so desperately, was using to try to hide the marks from her, earlier.

"This is the last straw! He's been doing this ever since you married him. It needs to stop." Lucy announced, with finality and determination.

"Lucy, no. It's fine. I'm used to it." Alexa replied, unshed tears glistening in her eyes.

"I told you, Mom. He's hurt you enough." Lucy repeated, before standing up.

"I've had enough." She growled, before walking away with purpose and determination, with Y/n's and Greyson's voices calling behind her. Falling on deaf ears.

Grey Wallace was walking from his office building to his car. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to having a beer when he got home. He was practically skipping down the road, until he felt like someone was watching him, from the shadows. Shrugging it off as paranoia, he continued walking.

He finally arrived at his car, ready to unlock it when he was forcefully, pushed against his car. His arms painfully pinned against his back.

"Who are you? What do you want? If you want my money, take it. I-It's yours." Grey said in a panic, words coming out in quick succession.

"I don't want, nor do I need your money." The figure, behind him, replied.

"Then, w-what do you want?" Grey asked again, shaking to the bone.

"I want justice for my Mother." The figure replied, a sinister smile slowly beginning to form on her face.

"I-I don't even know y-your Mother." Grey cried, before being turned around, and pinned to the side of his car.

"Oh, don't act coy, now... You know my Mother... In fact you know her very well, that you've taken to hurting her for about 5 years, now. Isn't that right, Step-Father?" The figure said, her face coming into the light.

"Lu-Lucy..." Grey gasped, not believing his eyes.

"That's right. And I have come to make sure you'll never lay another hand on my Mother, ever again." Lucy said, before turning into her Jotun form and punching her Step-Father.

Grey's world turned black.

His eyes burst open, and he quickly looked around in a panic. Remembering the terrifying sight of his Step-Daughter, before she knocked him unconscious. He sighed in relief, when he found that he's all alone in his Hospital Room.

"Think you're safe, Step-Father?" Lucy said, appearing out of nowhere.

"Lucy... Lucy... Whatever I've done to you and Y/n, I'm sorry." Grey pleaded.

"You think that's enough?! You think that sorry will take away all you've done to her?! To the both of us?!" Lucy exclaimed, her bright green eyes turning red.

"You're lucky, I only left you with a concussion, and a punctured lung. I would have killed you on the spot, had I not made myself promise Mom not to hurt you too badly." She added.

"Lucy, please I beg you..." Grey begged.

"Oh, now you're begging me." Lucy cackled.

"Like how Mom begged you to let her go, every single hellish night..." She continued, her features slowly changing.

"Lucy, you need help. Y-you don't look well. Y-you're blue!" Grey exclaimed.

"Oh, don't pretend like you care. You never did." Lucy snapped.

"Why are you turning blue?!" Grey shrieked, panicked, his monitor blaring at his increasing heartrate.

"Let me answer your question with this question: Have you ever wondered why we never told you about my birth Father? Why no one ever spoke of him?" Lucy said, lightly caressing the tube that re-inflated his lung.

"Well, the answer is quite simple actually. I'm the daughter of Loki of Asgard." Lucy said, turning full Jotun, and staring right into Grey's eyes.

"Y-You-You're the daughter of Loki Laufeyson, the one who invaded the planet?" Grey asked, trying to scurry away but couldn't. bound to the bed by the very tubes and wires that are helping him.

"Yes. So, if I were you... I'd be glad, that I spared your life. I may seem all sweet and innocent, but trust me when I say this..." Lucy added, slightly squeezing the tube. Blocking it from keeping his lung inflated.

Grey started to feel a tightness in his chest. Unable to catch his breath, from fear, and distress.

"I'm so much worse than my Father. So much worse." Lucy growled. Releasing her grip on the tube.

Allowing Grey to finally able to relax and breathe better and regularly, now.

"You're just lucky I made a promise to my Mother. Had I not, I would have done so much worse." Lucy added, getting up and leaving.

"Leave my Mother alone, or a collapsed lung and concussion won't be the most excruciating thing you'll ever experience." Lucy said, turning back to look at him.

"I give you my word, Step-Father." She added, turning into back her human form, her eyes glowing red for a second before going back to green.

Grey shook with fear, causing Lucy to smirk. And with that, she turned and left.

Lucy walked through the hospital doors and out, before opening a portal in the middle of the driveway and walking through it. Taking her home to New Asgard.

When she stepped out of the portal, her red leather jacket, stripped sleeveless blouse, leggings and boots, instantly turned into a long, green, mermaid style dress with a shimmering light green cape, connected in the back.

Her raven black hair curled, pulled back, half up, half down, and a complicated gold head piece with it. She walked to the kingdom, where everyone who saw her, bowed respectfully.

She made her way into the Palace, where her Keeper eagerly greeted her at the entrance. For a man, who was about 1,000 years old, give or take, he definitely could keep up with Lucy's long strides.

"Your Ladyship! The King has gone to Wakanda on business, but there are some matters of great importance to attend to." The man explained, pointing to the long list of matters, needing her immediate attention.

"I shall deal with all the problems one by one. I want to make sure everything is dealt with, accordingly." Lucy announced, taking a seat on the throne.

"Lady Loki, the people are waiting for you." The court announcer told her.

"Send them in." She answered, as the guards allowed the people to come inside. Which little by little, she solved all of them. Loki's Daughter, Y/n and Greyson's fiercest protector, Asgard's warrior, and Valkyrie's Right Hand, Lady Lucy.

a/n: I hope you all enjoyed it! Despite the errors, and the dark stuff... Maybe this'll lead me to upload other, more worthy fics in the Future.

We'll see.

Until next time!

❤ Booky

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[start image description: The illustrated cover of "On Anemone Lane," featuring human Dory, Nemo, and Marlin as the titular neighborhood stretches on behind them. Dory and Marlin stand on either side of Nemo, eyeing each other adoringly as Nemo looks on ahead, clasping his hands together with delight. Dory’s corner is adorned with blue forget-me-nots, while Marlin’s is with orange anemone flowers; Dory’s blue house sits on the left side of the street, while a massive pink weeping-willow-like tree stands on the right side, presumably cloaking Marlin and Nemo’s home with its blossoming branches. Above the family is the story's title, whose letters house a butterfly and firefly respectively. At the very top of the image is the tagline: Everyone finds a way home. /end image description]

The cover for my human au fic!! The prologue has finally been released, and I couldn’t be more proud of this story and my favorite found family 🧡💙🧡

Below, you can find a link to where you can read On Anemone Lane. I’d love to hear what you think! These three are so fun to write, and the adventure’s only just begun!!!

Overlooking a sleepy beach town is the quiet and not-so-crowded Anemone Lane, home to Marlin and his young son Nemo, and their neighbor Dory across the street. Although they live in separate houses, they are one family at heart, and after two ocean-crossing adventures, the trio can't wait to settle back into blissful routine, closer together than ever before (as close as they can be, that is). One street is such a trivial divide, but the distance is telling when Marlin and Nemo's own house sits beneath the aptly named Anemotree, whose cascading blossomed branches bear the soft and deadly anemone blooms, to which only the father-son pair is immune. Long ago, Marlin planted a tree that would protect his family from towering alien Divers and mutated fish. He has since braved all of this and more; ensuring their safety time and again; reckoning, once and for all, with the ocean outside. To this day, the Anemotree stands on Anemone Lane… between Marlin and the rest of the family he found.

https://www.wattpad.com/1374722846-🦋-on-anemone-lane-proem-aloha-ocean

#finding nemo #finding dory #human au #dory #nemo #marlin #my art #found fish family #my writing #💙 #🦋

[antisocialwritingx]

Hii can you please write some comfort fic about Ari? It could be fluff or smut idk. I just want him to take care of me in any way. I love your writings btw❤️

Kiss You Better 

Pairing: Lumberjack!Ari Levinson x Girlfriend!reader

Summary: After a long week of dealing with idiots and assholes, you get to spend the weekend with your loving boyfriend who just has the perfect remedy for your sadness.

Warning(s): fingering, p in v, slight dom/sub vibes, aftercare, slight subdrop, fluff

A/N: Ladies, gentlemen, and all my other lovely friends here is my first smut! I hope this is okay, I haven’t written smut and posted it before so here it is for this request! I am so sorry it’s taken so long! I’ve just been all over the place lately.

Word Count: 1.9K

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 18+ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵! 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 18+ 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 18+ 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 / 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 / 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳 / 𝘢𝘰3 / 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴.

𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘺: @firefly-graphics

It’s safe to say that this week was probably one of the worst weeks you’ve ever had.

Your boss was just being a complete asshole towards you for absolutely no reason whatsoever, the people working on the company monthly income rate presentation with you chose not to help you, and on top of that the printer at your office decided to stop working, so all your papers you needed to print had to be sent to the printer downstairs where creepy Bill worked.

When you woke up this morning you were thanking the stars that it was Friday. That meant you had the whole weekend with Ari who had been busy all week at the lumberyard. 

Due to the fact that he was so busy and so were you, Ari and you only were able to send texts, call each other, and share a hug and kiss before either sleep took over, or someone was calling out for either one of you. 

Now that it was Friday and the weekend was starting all you could think about was getting back home to your loving beefy boyfriend.

 When the clock on the wall struck five you rushed to clock out of work, already having your things in hand as you packed early to get out of that horrid building as fast as possible.

Ari had told you he was going to be home at three today since the last of the lumber shipments were being picked up at one.

Hurrying across the parking lot, you unlocked your car and threw your things in, quickly staring at the car before racing (safely) out of the lot and rushing home.

The whole car ride home all you could think about was running into Ari’s big strong arms and hiding away in your home forever. You were thankful that you moved into Ari’s beautiful home just outside the city limits a year ago. 

The scenery surrounding the home made everything much more peaceful than the city. No loud noisy cars that will honk at you obnoxiously or changing lanes without turn signals causing you to almost crash. (this is something that happened to me and I cried the rest of the car ride home)

It was just blissful silence, a quiet but comforting environment that you got to share with the love of your life. 

You looked at the clock before deciding to pick up some food for the both of you, knowing that once you got home neither one of you was going to want to cook anything.

After you picked up the food and drove the rest of the way home, you parked your park in your driveway before grabbing your things and the food and entering your home, the comforting environment immediately relaxing your body.

You shut the door and set your things down, going to the kitchen and putting the food on the table before sauntering to your room.

You could hear Ari on the phone in the backyard while you were in the kitchen and it sounded like an intense conversation so he didn’t know you were home.

Wanting to get yourself comfy, you head towards your closet and pick out some clothes, heading towards the bathroom.

You turn the water on before stripping off your clothes and makeup, glad to be out of the office clothes.

Once the water was ready you stepped in, sticking your head under the downfall of water before lathering up your hair with shampoo.

You were gladly in your own world before you were ripped out of it when the shower door opens and Ari steps in. You feel his large presence behind you before feeling his large beefy arms wrap themselves around your smaller frame, hugging you close to his body.

“Hi angel.” Ari spoke in your ear, his voice soft and raspy causing you to clench your thighs together slightly.

You turn around in his arms, wrapping your own around his waist and looking up at him through your lashes.

You could feel his member half-hard against your stomach. 

“Hi bear, how was your day?” You ask him, kissing him softly before starting to lather his body and your own with body wash. 

“It was good, but I can tell with how tense your shoulders are that work was shit for you.” He stated, no claim, as he massages your shoulders causing you to lean back on him and moan out softly.

As you rinse Ari off he starts rinsing off your body, running his hands slowly over your chest, tweaking your nipples causing you to gasp and small shocks of pleasure to run through your body. 

He pulls you into a deep kiss while running his hands all over your body, caressing you.

Ari kissed down your neck towards your chest, wrapping his lips around your right nipple causing you to moan out softly. 

One of his hands played your other breast while his other hand lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist as he moved you towards the cold tile walls.

Ari switched to your other breast while his unoccupied hand moved between your bodies, moving towards your pussy, running his fingers through your slick folds, his fingers immediately finding your clit, a gasp being ripped from your throat.

Ari’s fingers rub tight circles on your clit as his lips move up towards your lips once again to swallow your moans. Ari pushes two thick fingers into you, pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy.

His fingers build up speed as the coil within you starts to tighten with each stroke.

“Honey what's got you so worked up huh? It couldn’t be work could it?” He spoke in your ear, fingers pumping quickly in and out of you.

Before you could respond, Ari's fingers curled within you, hitting that one spot inside you that made stars fill your vision.

Your moans got louder as he kept hitting that spot inside you, causing Ari to chuckled deeply as his fingers started slowly down within you.

You whined loudly at the speed he was going, moving your hand towards his wrist. “Honey, you didn’t answer my question, why should I keep going if I can’t get a simple answer?” He asked condescendingly, his fingers going at a snail's pace.

“You Ari! You! Please, I'm so close.” You rushed out, grinding on his fingers to get more friction. At your response his fingers start pumping in and out of you at a rapid speed once again.

The coil in you got tighter and tighter as he went on, your moans and cries getting louder and louder.

Just before the coil could snap Ari removed his fingers from your cunt causing you to whine out loudly, grabbing his wrist to get him to push his fingers back into you.

“I didn’t say you could cum did I? Huh sweetheart?” He mocked you, pulling away from your breast and staring down at you with a smirk on his face.

You whimpered, shoving your face into his chest before he pulled your face back by your hair lightly. 

“Are you not going to answer me? Maybe I should leave you high and dry and get myself off.” 

Your eyes widened before you shook your head. 

“No I’m sorry please let me cum please.” You begged, not wanting to be left in the state you were in currently.

Ari used his strong arms to lift you higher, grabbing his cock and rubbing it on your pussy before sliding into your pussy slowly.

Feeling the burn of his large cock entering your pussy was something you don’t think you could ever get used to.

Both yours and Ari’s groans and moans bounced off the walls as he slowly pumped in and out of you once you had fully taken him and become accustomed to his size.

He gradually built up his pace as your moans and cries got louder, his groans and grunts became more rapid. You pulled him into a loving kiss, soft and caring.

You felt the coil within you start tightening once again at a more rapid speed as Ari’s thrust became more and more frantic.

“Ari I’m so close please let me cum, please please I’m so close.” You begged, praying that he would grant you permission.

It was like Ari didn’t hear you as he kept fucking up into you faster and harder, his grunts and groans growing louder and louder with each moment.

You could feel the coil about to snap, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot with each and every thrust.

“Bear please I’m so close, please let me cum.” You whined out, begging him for your release.

He kept thrusting up into you, looking down at your eyes, intensity could be seen in his eyes.

“Cum honey. Cum now.” 

The moment the words left his mouth the coil within you snapped, hot white pleasure running through your veins as your eyes rolled into the back of your head and a loud cry leaves your throat.

Ari’s thrust became less uniform and more erratic. He thrust one, two more times before pushing all the way to the hilt and rutting into you, his own orgasm taking over as he pumped cum into you with each rut of his hips.

As you both came down from your highs, Ari slowly pulled out of you as you whimpered at the loss of him. You could feel his cum slowly leak out of your pussy, his arm being the only thing keeping you up.

You felt yourself becoming floaty as he cleaned both of you, grabbing the wash rag and slowly running it through your messing folds. 

After he cleaned both of you off he dried both of you before changing into pajamas, laying you down on the bed before leaving the room to grab something. You weren’t sure how floaty you had become, but you quickly drifted off to sleep.

You slowly woke up from your slumber, twisting around the bed.

When you flip to the other side you’re met with a hard chest. Ari glanced down at you with a smile, pulling you into his body to rest your head on his chest.

You nuzzled your face into his chest, humming happily to be in the arms of your lover.

Ari kissed you on the head before softly speaking towards you.

“How are you feeling honey?”

You moved away from his chest lightly, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.

“I feel good, slightly sore, but good. How are you feeling bear?” You ask, sleep still laced through your voice.

Ari chuckles lightly before pulling you into a soft kiss. You could feel the love he had for you through the kiss and you kissed him back with the same passion.

He pulled away slightly, his breath could be felt on your lips. 

“I got some lovin from my girl, and now she’s in my arms. I’d say I’m feeling pretty good.” 

You laid your head on his chest again, drawing patterns on his chest as you both spoke about everything and anything, love filling the atmosphere in your room as you both shared sweet kisses.

This is how you wanted to end your day, in the arms of your lover who was kissing you better from a shitty day.

#ari levinson #ari levinson fluff #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson fanfic #ari levinson smut #lumberjack!ari levinson #ari levinson fanfiction #Chris Evans

[roxnpens]

Firefly

Chapter One: Rumble in the far

[Silco x f!reader] [gore] [blood][angst] (all other tags follow as the story progresses 🙃😉)

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Fic Summary:

You’re a youngster of the Undercity, dreaming of a better world.

By chance you get an opportunity that will change your life.

A revolution will take place - will it change the world you live in … or will it change your destiny?

The story takes place before the occurrences in the Arcane animation. You are a young woman entering the Revolution, which should finally save the Undercity from their oppressors. However, in this revolution you will find more than revolutionaries, colleagues, friends... you will meet a man who will be your closest confidant. Your everything.

Taglist: @juniper-sunny @deny-the-issue @fantadym @mmartos @astudyincontrasts @averagecrastinator @ace-of-zaun @artwithvivien @zaunitekiwi @x-amount-verbs @chaoticlicense @silcosentropy @silcoitus

Can you hear me?

Sleeping in the shadows, could be making history

(Walk) through the fire, (walking) on the water

Used to be a slave, but now you are a conqueror

The Lanes.

Some people consider it the most filthy, disgusting place in all of Runeterra. Some people have another name for the city across the shiny, powerful metropole named Piltover.

Home.

You’re one of those people. You grew up in this dump, filled with the failures, the gamblers and the Lost. In the city where the possibilities of having a good life are as limited as the knowledge about good manners.

Like many of the kids born in the Undercity, you had a rough start into this world, your mom worked as a bartender while your father sat at the other side of the counter. Yup - your daddy dear was a drunk at this time. Whenever something didn’t go the way he wanted or you were playing too loud with your nice little red ball, he gave you a good beating. Sometimes when you’re vast asleep in your own bed, you still could feel the rough calluses from his mine worker hands. In the very beginning of your life those were the hands that cheered you up, as you fell down on your knees. The hands that had mined minerals and ores on a daily basis. The hands that protected you, while they still had work to plunge into.

When your father lost his job, your mom and you quickly became the subjects of your father's wrath. But what really broke your little world, was when your family discovered that you’re able to cast magic - “arcane magic” as some Piltover douches called it. And your father couldn’t think of something smarter, than to sell you for an extremely low price and break your mom's heart. The buyers on the other hand… well…

You had to leave the Lanes, to be observed, trained and … yeah - even tortured by those Piltover douches. You learned the hard way, that you can trust only a few people and sometimes just yourself. After 15 years of training, missions and a lot of hurt and crying, you finally made it out of there and returned to the Lanes.

By then it was much too late when you found out that your mom died soon after you left, because she drowned the loss of her daughter in booze. Your father followed soon - he died of a broken heart, they said… not that you really cared about that asshole anymore. So in the end you could never really come home… because there was no “home” anymore…

You had to learn every rule of the Undercity anew, because you’ve been away so long. Every little trick, every single Undercity manners - just everything. You kept yourself living, with little jobs - which could hide your background of a well trained killer, who lived quite a while in Piltover.

You had a hard time adjusting to your actual home again… but when you made it, you had a good name around the bar- and club scene. You took a good amount of pride in your timekeeping, accurate way of working and a little bit in your trained body.

The mud under your leather boots make a wet sound, as you walk your way through the small alleys on your way home from work. The work you lost, because the owner wanted a “favor” for keeping you in his service. A favor including your body. The blood of his broken nose dripped from your clenched fist as you walked out the bar, where you worked as a bartender. You really liked working there - the patrons were generous and polite, you got paid in time and there was always backup for the ugly situations.

But when your employer had the audacity to ask for your body in exchange for a safe working place - you kinda lost it. Damn your temper sometimes. At the same time you could feel a well known knot placing heavy strings around your heart and squeezing it painfully.

Situations like that happen all the time, when your employer is a man from the Lanes - at some point they either ask you to work for less money, cause they can’t afford to pay you the full wage or they have enough money… but they think money can buy willingness.

But you are not someone to be bought… at least not anymore…

Your black and red coat is soaked with the rain pulling in long heavy strings from the clouded sky and you’re glad to have picked the black pants made from a thicker, more water resistant material. You still have two problems pending in your head at the moment: you still have a long way home AND you need a new job, or your lunch plate for tomorrow will stay empty. You filled your lungs deep with the polluted air of the Undercity and it left your lungs in a sigh of hopelessness. You hate your situation, you hate people like your former boss and you absolutely HATE that the Lanes are never going to change…

Perhaps you should consider the offer of becoming an entrance guard in front of one of the many new night clubs.

You shook your head under the hood of your jacket. No you do many things for money,…but this might be a bad idea considering…

“Oi Lassi!”

The rather deep voice of a man shouting at you from the side of the road makes you jump out of your skin and instinctively grab the hilt of the knife that's hanging hidden on your outer left thigh. Your adrenaline already sends you into a fight-or-flight mode, you try to locate the man whom that voice belongs to. Just like the killer that you’ve been trained to be. You suggest that it could be a goon of the bar-owner you just beat the crap out of, but are surprised to see a young, broad-shouldered and good looking man. His confident, yet relaxed step tells you that he’s either very unbothered about the people staring at him or that he means no harm. Since you can’t say anything for sure, you still keep your grip on the knife, but hide the tension in your body as the man approaches. He has short brown hair and wears typical miners clothing, a torn greenish shirt and thick brown pants. His body is very defined and his t-shirt tenses over his well used bizeps. The outfit is rounded up by some worne miners boots that have a strong metal tip.

“May I ask you something?“, he asks with a smile on his face - an emotion you rarely see in the Lanes.

The situation is still surreal, so you try to answer him the best way your mind can manage, while you position yourself sideways to him, ready to swiftly strike like a viper, still in an inner fight mode and answer: “Depends…”

He laughs - a deep, reverberating laugh, which makes your chest rumble and you involuntarily step back a few steps.

After laughing he holds his muscled midsection and states: “ Damn Lassi, you really remind me of a friend.”

Your suspicious look makes him turn serious again and he rises to his full height, towering over you by a good head and a half.

“But I actually wanted to ask you, if you would want to help me and my friends build a new nation. In the meaning of separating the Undercity from under Piltover's boot - bringing every person in the Undercity a happy and meaningful life. To break free from the slave like life, that those bastards in their high palaces are imprinting on us. Thiskind of life is meant for nobody and yet they still keep doing it. That has to change! Or we and every next generation after us will still be the cockroaches under their heels. My brothers, sisters and I want to give everybody good jobs, close those damn mines and factories - which make everybody sick, cut Piltover‘s fucking strings from our back…”, his spirited speech pauses and he looks down on his shoes like what he says next, really hurts him, “… and giving the many orphans a home… a good education…”, he looks at you directly, “… a bright future. Everything that we could never get.”

Future.

That word, that idea makes your chest clench and spreads an emotion across your whole body, that you forgot you once had…

Hope.

But still you’re not really convinced. It sounded very cheesy, like one of those romantic novels, that you had to read in your childhood. But things run differently in the Undercity - everybody knows and your best guess is that that boy is just playing innocent so he can get you into something VERY unorthodox. So you set your mind straight, looking at him just from the corner of your eye and answer „Yeah… not interested.“

The man looks at you like you just shut down the power of his body. With a low voice and sad eyes he asks you: „Don’t you care about your people?“

Anger shoots into your veins like fire on a pool of dropped spirit.

You think angrily to yourself “Of course I care, numb nuts! This is my home and I hate to see people dying on the streets, because they catch death and disease in those fucking mines. But how are a bunch of kids like us gonna change ANYTHING - huh?!”

“It will work, because we’ll be many and everyone deserves it. Now don’t turn away and hear me out!”, he states and intends to grip your visible wrist. But in one fluent motion, you instead take him by the wrist, twist his arm uncomfortably and sweep his dominant leg away from under him, so that he falls onto his back. Your other hand pulls your knife from beside your thigh and moves it to the man's throat.

There you are - him lying on the ground and you sitting on his midsection - ready to end his life. You both breath heavily and since the rain cooled the surroundings a lot, your breath is visible in damp clouds.

The man looks at you - his eyes are the size of the Piltover moon and he finds his voice back first. “That...” he kept panting, since the throw pushed all the air from his lungs. “… was awesome. How… did you… do that? Where…” he wheezed and coughed for a moment. “Where did you learn that?”

Your anger did not evaporate a bit yet and you ignored his question - now you are more suspicious than before. “What made you think that you could just touch me - huh? Do you always do that with women?”, the venom in your voice could not be overheard and you press the knife harder at the man's throat. His eyes wide and he moves his hand in defensive movements.

“Hey, hey, slow the horses. I didn’t mean to harm you - really. I just… wanted you to listen to me.”, he whispers - you could hear the caution in his voice. You apply less pressure on the knife and on the man's throat. “Ok… you got me listening now. But you better don’t pull a stunt like that again.” You say in a low tone voice, finally standing up from his tummy, extending your hand to him. Without saying a word, he grabs your hand and you lift him up to his feet. He blinks over his shoulder to assess the damage you did to his shirt, but since he can only see dirt on his back, looks satisfied.

In this moment, two Enforcers cut the corner, in full gear and fully prepared for a fight. Some of them always patrol the Undercity to “uphold the peace” as they say, but everybody knows that they just come here to blow off some steam - beating up some “Undercity-rats” and leaving when their counterpart is near death bleeding on the ground. They go straight for you and the man beside you and you can feel their eyes scan you top to bottom. “Is there a problem?”, asks one of them - already grabbing the hilt of the baton on this belt. The man as well as you look unimpressed at the two Enforcers, their breath leaves their mask in a steamy cloud. You step forward and the Enforcers with the trigger finger on his baton move backward with you “Easy there, Missy.”

Missy? Really?

You lift your hands in a defensive movement and put your licor-selling little smile on. “Now, now Officers… I see no one in trouble or any problems. So…”, you put your hands down and gesture with a slight bow to the way beside you. “… you can continue your patrol throughout our beautiful Undercity.” Your smile gets even bigger and you notice a quick glance between the Enforcers. The Enforcer with the baton in ready action raises his chin high - so high that you wonder if he can still see something. “Oh yeah, what are you two rats doing here? Eating some garbage or planning on fighting the big bad cat?”, he puffs out and the two Enforcers start laughing while you and the man keep straightfaced. Their laugh makes you want to murder them cold blooded - until… you could think of something more fun.

The smile creeps back to your face. “Well we just thought of a new way to entertain ourselves like… mud wrestling - wanna give it a try, dear officers?” And with that you raise your right knee almost behind your ear and smash it with full force down the ground. The man beside you caught up with your idea the moment you had raised your knee and did the same, so that when both of your feet hit the ground the mud splashes around the both of you like a dirty firework. The enforcers stepped away from the huge splashes and after the drops settled on ground again, both of the heavy armored men started charging at the both of you. But you raised a hand - saying with your most daring of smile “Oh - was it not to your liking? My, my - my bad - seams I interpreted your looks wrong. My sincerest apologies, … officers.” One of the Enforcers already started to walk away, while the other with the hand on his baton walks in front of you, letting his body twitch short and quickly in your direction and you can barely withhold yourself from sending him to the ground. He looks pejoratively at you and the baton hits your face like a comet - but since you’ve been through worse, only a drop of blood leaves your bottom lip.“Yeah - says the rat in the dumpster. Fucking stink hole this is.” After they are gone some feet, you let a sigh of relief slip out of your mouth and your cramped body relinquishes the state of constant electricity. The man also relaxes again. “Hui - that was kinda close. Thanks for having my back.”

He turns his head back to you and repeats his question, “So where did you learn that throwing-thing?” You hesitate for a moment. Is it wise of you to say, that you’ve been trained in Piltover to keep the Lanes in check and murder eventual suspects…? ‘Hell no!’ You decide for yourself and think about a way to get around it. “I uhm….”, shit - you can’t think of a good excuse, so you go with the first best answer, that’s on top of your tongue. “I… learned it myself… you know - dad kind of beaded me up sometimes… and … I learned to defend myself. Kinda…”,

The man raised his eyebrows and turned his head a little. “You learned all that by yourself ?” Your chest clenched your heart painfully - you still had no reasonable explanation to how you nearly killed him, but he picked up the conversation again. “Then your dad must have been a real dickhead to do something to his daughter, that she learned to do the heavy shit.” He looked away again and he started pacing on the spot. He was shy about something and the way he could not say still made him look like a cute overgrown schoolboy. “You know… we definitely need someone like you. You know - teaching us how to fight properly… what else can you do by the way?”

“Well I can fight with a knife - obviously… and I’m a bartender.”, you answered casually. For reasons of self protection, you kept everything else a secret.

The man looked at you, questioning “A bartender also? Hmm, I definitely could use one more in my bar. But anyway, can I get you excited about the revolution? We definitely need more hands and unless we don’t do something, nothing's gonna change…”

You think about the offer - but, what better chance of change (or work) do you have? But that guy was right… nothing is going to change, unless you stand up and do something about it. But you also think about: if this endeavor should work, then there is a LOT to be done in advance and Piltover sure is not gonna give it all up without a good fight. You finally look at him again and ask just one honest question: “ How many are you by now?”

“Not many, but we keep recruiting.”, again a meaningful pause. “…does that mean you’re in?”

Now it’s your turn on the meaningful pause, but actually you’ve already decided. You tuck the knife away and let your hand hang loosely beside your body. You shrug and a small smirk makes it to your face.

“Well… I just fired myself from my last job for rearranging my employer's face - since he wanted my body over my work potential. Sooo I think I got some time to spare.”

The man looks a little worried and his head leans a few degrees to the side. „You’ve been asked to be a whore in exchange for work? And you punched your ex-boss in the face? Damn Lassi… are you safe? If not I have some people from the revolution who can have an eye out for you.“ „It‘s ok…“, you answer quickly, „… the offer is nice but as you may have found out for yourself, I'm pretty good at defending myself.“

His face starts lightening up like the oven of one of the Undercity factories and he smiles over his whole face.

“That’s pretty true, but can I conclude from your `I got some time to spare’ that you agreed. If you want, you can go down the road in the house to the left. It’s a bar called “The Last Drop” - that’s my bar. Tell ‘em 'Vander ' send you …”,his hyper energy stopped for a moment like he remembered something. “… oh… ehh… I‘m Vander by the way.” and holds out his hand for a handshake. You tell him your name, take his hand and add a short “Nice to meet you.”

Vanders hands are big like that of a bear - you could feel the power leaking between all those calluses on his hand, but he didn’t crush your hand - instead holding it firm and gently. It surprises you a little, but you could pay no further attention to it, because he lets go of your hand - on the run to find the next recruit for the course.

Over his shoulder he shouts “GO TO THE LAST DROP” and runs into the next alley.

You look after him… what a weird and funny guy.

Since you really had nothing to do, you walked in the direction Vander led you - right to the Last Drop. While you were walking with your head down on the dark alley - you thought about Vanders words - about the kids … about a future. When you were a kid you would have embraced the change that's now dawning. It maybe would have changed your life back then. You shake your head again, as you pull the hood of your coat back over your hair. It’s no use to you now, to think about the what ifs and what could have beens - the only thing that matters right now is the here and now. And maybe a little bit of future - yeah maybe the future… if there is one…

End of chapter 1

Lyrics from Skillet “The Resistance”

#Silco x Aurelia #silco x you #silco x oc #silco arcane #silco x reader #silco #arcane #silco fanfic #silco x f!reader #repost from AO3 #silco fic #arcane silco

[syntheticavenger]

Crossovers Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist of all things crossovers! This will include various CE, SS, CH characters and whoever else I can throw in who are generally the main characters. Other fics like fragile and Life in the Fast Lane are in their respective categories as they are linked but not the major part of the fic like these are.

Everything is 18+ ONLY. Please respect that and do not read if you are a minor.

😈 = dark

🥵 = smut

♥️ = fluff

🔪 = violence

✔️ = completed series

[updated 4.15.22]   | dividers by @firefly-graphics​.

Bittersweet • Moving on from Jake Jensen is harder than you thought, especially when your three year old daughter is caught in the middle. 🥵♥️ [Jake Jensen/Curtis Everett]

Demolition • Reeling from Andy's untimely death and mysterious death, clarity comes to light. 😈🥵🔪 [EB! Frank/Steve Rogers]

Heretic • Accepting a teaching position halfway across the world seems like the best way to make a fresh start. But running away from your demons doesn’t mean you won’t run into more, especially when the Dean of the university seems to be hiding some of his own. 😈🥵🔪 [Bucky Barnes/Walter De Ville]

Incendium • Packing up your beloved mother’s house after her death, a murder sends the small town she called home for decades reeling amid rumors that the murderer is still on the loose. 😈🥵🔪 [Andy Barber/Curtis Everett]

Moment's Silence • The tumultuous relationship between twin brothers Frank and Andy takes a turn for the worse when Andy offers to wipe out Frank’s debt by asking for the one thing Andy wants that Frank has. 😈🥵🔪✔️ [Frank Adler/Andy Barber]

Unloyal • Despite a perfect marriage from the outside world, life splinters when you take up Andy Barber's offer of solace in your turbulent marriage. 😈🥵🔪 [Nick Fowler/Andy Barber]

Voir • You never know who’s watching you.🥵🔪 [Curtis Everett/Peter Parker]

nightshade • A chase in the woods leads to victory. 😈 [Marc Spector]

#fanfic crossovers masterlist

[hmserebusadjacent]

Time away

Part of Ten Days of Izzy Hands week

Izzy Hands x Male Reader (Established Relationship, Both Aromantic Asexual)

Summary: Izzy Hands muses on how at home you look whilst on a holiday to the seaside. Your relationship is reminisced on, and just how close the two of you are and how magical that feels. (Inspired by watching the adaptation of Sense And Sensibility from 2008 and getting swept up in the romance of the cottage used as Barton Cottage. Photos of the cottage can be found on the Hartland Abbey website or by searching on Google).

Word count: 685

Fic link: Time away - Horatio_Hands - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Izzy Hands stands at the doorway of a little cottage on the coast, staring out over the landscape as the sun sets in the distance. In his hand is a cup of tea, the freshly washed laundry hanging on the line and fluttering in the breeze. All he has eyes for is you however, as you wend your way down the path by the stream. Behind you is the start of the rope barrier you had created, the little shells tied to it gently clinking against one another.

Izzy smiles at how at home you look as you tie the rope round the next post and then the next, finishing down near the little pool. You run your hands briefly along the shells for a moment before standing up and stretching, and then your gaze gets captured by the horizon and all its colours. The sigh you let out feels well earned and sweet, one of true relief, born of having nothing to worry about other than enjoying the time you have away with Izzy.

In this little bubble it really does feel like just you and Izzy. The rest of the world feels miles away and it's just the pair of you staying in this magical little cottage where romance fills the air like the sea breeze. It feels like Jane Austen herself could walk out of the lane at the top of the track and curtsey to you both before continuing to wander off in search of inspiration.

It's the kind of place where fireflies hovering in the air wouldn't look amiss, where bats gently circled overhead and fed off of the moths that were attracted to the candles in jars that you left out during dinner. The rooms upstairs are old and weather-beaten and yet they feel so homely with Izzy tucked up with you under the sheets pressing the occasional kiss to your chest. It almost feels like the two of you have eloped, run away from society to be bachelors in arms where a few friends know and keep your secret.

In reality, this is still partly true. Edward knows only a fraction of how much the two of you mean to each other because it is so plainly obvious. But the rest is a mystery to everyone else but you and Izzy and it feels nicer that way. No one else in the world knows of the quiet conversations in the middle of the night about marriage and the future and even the past. The time you cried when Izzy first declared his love for you is hidden like a secret pocket of sugar in a loaf of bread. The words "I will never leave you and I will never stop loving you" pressed into Izzy's chest after a nightmare were heard only by the two of you and the walls of the house the words were spoken in.

So many happy secrets. And between you, this house would remain a secret too.

No, neither you nor Izzy would talk about your weeks away when you returned to the normal world. The cottage wouldn't be mentioned, and neither would the little stream that ran down to the sea. The little bench on top of the headland that gave perfect views of the bay and the cottage. The little cave that you and Izzy had traded passionate kisses in, giggling afterwards at the water that had dripped down onto you both from the roof up above. The rooms upstairs where Izzy had taken you gently into his arms and made you feel well and truly treasured.

And in return, the only thing you would leave behind would be the shells tied to a string. Continuing a tradition started long ago perhaps by other world weary lovers who came to this magical place to escape. The shells would wave in the sea breeze, and the rope would mark the way down to the shore and the beach, where all time seemed to pass in a slow but lovely haze.

This place was definitely magical alright. And so were you and Izzy.

#izzy hands #izzy fucking hands #izzy hands era #izzy hands our flag means death #our flag means death #ten days of izzy hands x reader #ten days of izzy hands #erebus adjacent's ten days of izzy hands #izzy hands x male reader #izzy hands x reader #aro ace izzy hands my beloved

[i-me-mine]

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[frostironfudge]

I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Seven

Summary: After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and on social media, where he happens to find you.

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: angst, swear words, smut, fluff, discussion of bucky's arm, family dinner drama, protective!bucky, dom!bucky (i gave over control to bucky basically during the smut soooooo)

Word Count: 6234 Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Six || Chapter Eight

Bucky sighs at the lingering exhaustion as he sits on the soft worn couch. Winnie Barnes sets down a small tray of her trademark brownies and the scent reminds Bucky of a childhood untainted. Full of warmth like the soft steam from the tray that is cooling in the kitchen.

He loved how scents were a powerful tool for memory. How they would bring forth nostalgia from the depths of his mind. 

Then his mother walks in, a soft scent of freesias from her perfume further takes him down memory lane. Swing sets, sandcastles, the soft dew drops from the grass he ran on pretending to be an airplane, hands abducted out wide. Rebecca laughing at his funny faces. His father nursing a drink, the scent of the harsher alcohol has him scrunch his face. 

He inhales deeply allowing the gooey chocolate scent to overtake his mind again.

“Been a while since you came down to meet your old mum. You should stay the entire weekend more often.” Her voice is light but he knows she misses him dearly. He did too. 

“Sorry Ma, work has been… hectic.” He says for lack of a better word than chaotic. 

“And how is Y/N doing?” Winnie pulls his cheeks when he blushes. 

“She’s great, we had our first argument/fight thing but we sorted it out three weeks ago. Been good since the past week.” He says with a smile. 

“I’m glad you both worked it out. Becca was supposed to join in, too. You know how her thesis things go.” Winnie shakes her head, then shrugs.

He grabs a brownie from the plate and relishes the taste. Winnie just smiles at her son. Happiness finding her heart at his happiness. 

“You’re happy with this long distance thing Bucky?” She asks after a moment of silence, “I know you’ve had experience with being away from family, this is different.” She glances at him with worry lacing her voice and eyes. 

Bucky’s blue eyes soften, taking in his mother’s demeanour. 

“I, it is hard. Somedays it is as if she stays the strong one for us and other days it is as if I stay strong for us, but most days? We’re equally strong.” He admits, placing the half eaten brownie on a tissue. 

Winnie nods, “How is the trial going?” She gives a small smile, Bucky winces, forgetting he never told her to avoid her worrisome questions and having her stressed over him. 

“Bucky.” She says using her mom voice, the very tone that had him admit he was the one who ate all the ten cookies left in the cookie jar when he was seven. 

“Well, um, about that…” He scratches the back of his neck and then his fingertips graze over where the mounting plate was on his left axilla. All he feels is the material of his t shirt the one you bought him from the merchandise of Buzzfeed Unsolved.  

“What is it?” Her brows furrow and he wants to kick himself, he takes a deep breath beginning to explain what occurred. When he is done Winnie is wiping stray tears from her eyes and his thumb wipes away the few that she can’t get too within time. 

“So that’s it?” She asks, a hope within her crumbling. 

“Ma, I’m still me, I don’t need the arm.” Bucky assures. 

“I know, I just, it would be helpful to you, you participated for a reason.” She straightens the crumpled tissue in her hand, tracing over the damp splotches of her tears with her finger. 

“I know, but I am leading my life without any issues.” He reminds her, she nods. 

“You know I worry.” She explains, a watery laugh has her son engulf her in a hug. 

“I hope you know I’m proud of you.”

“I’ll always try and make you proud. I love you.” He kisses her cheek as they pull away. 

“Are you planning to visit her?” She questions as the doorbell rings. 

Bucky rises from his place, smiling at the prospect, “I might have thought about it.” 

“James Barnes.” Winnie grins, “What are you planning?” 

“Well first off, Doll has sent you a bouquet ahead of our lunch/late dinner date with her.” He holds the beautiful vase of  roses in his hand and Winnie raises a brow.

“Check the note.” He urges with a smile, this was all your doing. 

Winnie touches the flowers and finds the note nestled into them, its typed out, she can’t stop smiling as she reads it. 

Dear Mrs. Barnes,

First of all I would like to say thank you for agreeing to meet me and i’m so excited to finally meet you, Bucky speaks so highly of you and it as honour to meet the woman who raised the man i love.

I know this isn’t the most ideal way to meet you and get to know you but i want to look at it in the positive that there are more events of us meeting in the future which is why today we’ll speak only through computer screens. 

i hope you like the flowers Bucky said you adore red and pink roses so i picked those, i hope i was able to make you smile, he says he loves seeing you smile it brightens his day and based on the pictures he showed me i can see why 

Thank you once again, i look forward to our lunch-dinner also please remind Bucky to vacuum pack and send me some of your brownies he keeps teasing me about not being able to taste them. 

Love, 

Y/N 

Winnie turned to look at her son, a beaming smile on her face. 

“I think I already adore her.” She admits and Bucky’s smile widens. 

“Told you, she’s just so purely loveable.”

“I can’t wait to meet her also, no more brownies and find out how can we send her som.”

His eyes widen, “Ma!” He says complaining. 

“You’re the one making her feel bad again and again, no more brownies.” She says sternly raising her index finger. 

Bucky🌻:

You cost me my brownie dosage. Mum revoked my access because of your note she loved the flowers by the way. 

Doll🌸:

Serves you right. Tease. Now i get to have them and you get to feel left out. I’m glad she did, I hope they brightened up her smile like you adore. 

Bucky smiles warmth encasing his heart. You were always so thoughtful. God he couldn’t wait to just pull you against his chest and keep you there forever. 

Bucky gazes at your picture lovingly, then his brows furrow when he reads your text. 

To say you were nervous was an understatement. Nat had been on texting standby and you had probably been the reason for her screen time to increase by tenfold. 

Your latest message to her way full of worry. 

You:

What if I say the wrong thing? What if Mrs. Barnes hates me? Oh god what if she thinks I’m not worthy of Bucky? 

I’m going to have a meltdown, Bucky says she liked the flowers, but i just oh god what if the note was a stupid idea. It was wasn’t it? Why the hell did you not stop me?????

Nat, fuck, i think i’m going to throw up. 

When your phone chimes you open Bucky’s text then freeze, you had texted him instead of Natasha. Fuck this device, fuck the fact that un-send does not exist on iMessage. Fuck. 

Bucky🌻: 

Doll, she already adores you so much, honestly i think after today she’s going to think i’m not worthy of you. 

And she loved the note, adored it, she’s googling food courier services as we speak for your brownies. 

I know you’re nervous, I was too, remember when your dad just stared me down for five minutes, I went into cardiac arrest. 

And you remember what you told me?

You smile recalling what you had texted him from under the table. You even screen-shotted the conversation. 

Doll🌸:

I texted you from under the table that imagine i’m holding your hand and rubbing soothing circles, that even if it’s intimidating its just two people who will come to love and adore you as I have. 

Bucky🌻: 

exactly so, i’m holding your hand Doll, and not letting go one bit during lunch/dinner, even if that means I can’t eat, lol, one arm problems.

Doll🌸:

James…

Bucky🌻: 

Oh so you can make jokes about your trauma but I can’t? Unfair, unfair i tell you. This will be sorted in the court of Her Honourable Judge Alpine. 

Doll🌸:

Bold of you to assume she won’t side with me, she loves me more.

Bucky🌻:

I’m her dad and she loves me most. 

Doll🌸: 

Right, right well, we’ll see about that Mr. Barnes. 

Bucky🌻: 

Getting formal are we?

Doll🌸: 

Maybe or I just like to see you riled up, Mr. Barnes. 

You giggle when the typing dots appear and the disappear, he’s trying to come up with a biting reply. 

You kick it up a notch sending a voice note that has Bucky feeling his pants are very constricting. 

“Mr. Barnes,” You’d dipped your voice by an octave, trying to sound sultry, “Have I caught your tongue? Or is it simply begging to taste something sweet?” 

Bucky🌻:

Doll, you will be the death of me.

Bucky had to eat his words because just as he set up the laptop on the dining table doing a test call, Alpine jumped on the table and booped the screen and meowed at your smug face. 

“I believe the Judge is in my favour.” You chuckle, cooing at Alpine. 

“You’ve just bribed her with toys.” He huffs while partially true, only three of her toys are from you but she loves them dearly. Bucky directs Alpine off of the table and she gives his hand a playful bite and you giggle.

“Good girl, Alpine, my best girl.” You praise her much to your boyfriend’s dismay at the two of you seemingly pairing up.

“You’re just a sore loser.” You roll your eyes at him then straighten up when Winnie appears in the frame, nerves shoot through your spine and you stand up. 

“H-hello Mrs. Barnes.” You give her a smile, laden with nerves. 

“Darling, you have to call me, Winnie. Hello to you too, I’m so glad we could do this also I apologise we couldn’t do this at a timing more suitable for you.” Winnie sits on the chair giving you the softest, kindest gaze you’d ever received. 

“Oh no, not at all, Bucky and I tend to switch around with our meals so it's not too bad, also it is just ten thirty. Not too late.” You reassure her and she seems to relax. 

“Now is my son treating you right? Or do I have to ban brownies permanently?” She gives him a curt glare and you laugh at Bucky’s look of utter panic. 

“Ma, why—,”

“Oh hush, Y/N continue.” She urges with a gesture of her palm. 

“He’s treating me in the best way, Mrs. Bar—Winnie, sorry, um, I, he’s so respectful and kind, understanding as well so loving. Honestly I can’t believe my stars I found my way to him. It is just surreal.” You admire Bucky and Winnie smiles. 

“No brownie ban then.” She pats his left shoulder. 

Your eyes nor demeanour change in the slightest and Winnie finds a weight on her heart lift, you saw her son as whole. Not incomplete. 

“Thank god for my manners.” Bucky says with a shake of his head, relieved. Then he laughs. You laugh as well.  

“Well Bucky here sings praises of you and I can see why, tell me then about you and your family?” Winnie smoothes her hands over her jeans. Bucky never spoke about what happened in detail over the dinner that took place with your family but she could see he was slightly worried about your father’s opinion. 

“What would you like to know?” You didn’t let your smile wavier, you knew the parent meeting at your house was less than ideal and given your dad caught Bucky watching you sleep. 

Technically he was working while you dozed off but your father seems to have not taken a liking to the man who held your heart better than what your dad had over the years of his parenting. 

Bucky sees the slight shift in your eyes, the rolling on your shoulders to not allow what haunted you to clamp down into your flesh and drag you into painful memories. 

You flicker your gaze to Bucky and his own blue eyes that harbour your world harbour the knowledge about your mind’s current thoughts. 

“How about where you grew up? Did you move around? We had too for quite some time till Bucky’s father passed away.” She says, giving you a second to refocus on the conversation. Bucky and you both notice the small twinge of nostalgia that grips her for a moment. 

“Oh um, no we never had to move, we’ve always been here at home though my great-great grandparents hailed from another state but since my grandfather the family has called this place nine hours and thirty minutes away from Bucky, home.” 

He takes his phone out to message you, Winnie gets distracted by the timer she had set for the dish she made for dinner. 

You smile at him as she excuses herself. Your eyes glazing over at his message. 

Bucky🌻:

i’m holding your hand under the table, giving it squeezes

Doll🌸: 

i’m squeezing your hand right back. 

You look up at him, he gives you one of his Doll smiles, named by Morgan. The ones only given for you, where his eyes crinkle at the sides and you feel it in your heart to erase everything that would ever cause that grin to fade. 

“I love you.” He mouths.

“I love you.” You mouth back. 

Bucky observes as the earlier tensions had left your body and now they had shifted into the drawing room while you chose to sit on the floor at the foot of your bed.

All three of your nursed desserts, tiramisu. Winnie had given Bucky the recipe so you could make it at home, your practice batch had turned out successful so this was your fifth attempt and it was really good.

Bucky was covering his face, cheeks tinged red. As Winnie told you the story of how he insisted on dressing up as a tellytubby for halloween when he was younger. She had to give him whipped cream mixed with food colouring to make the tubby custard because he hated actual custard.

What made things worse for Bucky was when she put on her reading glasses and managed to screen share a whole album of his images from childhood.

“How—you call me when the wifi router needs rebooting.” He seems taken aback but also proud.

“I asked Sam and Steve to teach me.” She grins smugly. 

“I’m going to kill them.” He mutters and you laugh.

“Honestly you make a cute tellytubby, the blue brought out your eyes.” You give him some praise but the next picture has you doubling over and Winnie joins in and Bucky just groans.

Greeting your screen is Bucky Barnes, aged ten, halfway out of the costume, just the blue pants on, his face, torso and arms all covered in the aforementioned tubby custard.

“The pink just wouldn’t fade.” Winnie says between laughs, you wipe a tear, baby Bucky looks absolutely taken by the sugar rush, a dazed but focused look on his features. You raise your phone to snap a picture but they all grow blur because you can’t stop laughing.

“Alright that is enough.” Bucky warns reaching over and stopping the screen share.

“Hey! I want to see my boyfriend as a baby.” You protest as the picture disappears and then pout at Bucky, who only rolls his eyes at your dramatic tendencies.

“I’ll email the folder to you.” Winnie assures with a wink then as she glances at the watch she straightens up, “Oh dear, I’m so sorry, darlings, I did say I would meet my friends from the book club at three. I’m so sorry I kept you up this long dear.” She looks apologetic and Bucky watches as you shake your head.

“Not at all, I had a lot of fun, it is an honour to get to know you.” You smile, she returns the smile.

“Bucky go fetch my purse and keys would you in my room, check the drawers and cupboard if things aren’t there.” Winnie urges him on and once he is out of ear shot, you gulp, this is it, this is the moment she tells you to leave her son alone.

“Y/N, I, you know, when Bucky told me about you, I was elated that finally he found someone. When he told me how many miles and oceans separated the two of you I had my concerns. I still do, over what has happened over dinner with your parents.” She gives you a knowing look.

“I wouldn’t ever hurt him. I love him.” You say, voice cracking slightly, you’re still sure her next words will be of disapproval.

“I know, I could see it in your eyes the minute I walked into the room.” She gives you a warm smile, “He’s never had anyone look at him like he handpicked the moon from the sky and gave it to them. Only we see him as a complete man. Today when I kept my hand on his shoulder, you didn’t flinch, make a face or have any negative emotion. You see him as whole don’t you?” She looks hopeful.

“Bucky, he, he completes me in a way that I don’t feel a hollowness in my being. I don’t know how anyone can think he is anything but more than complete, so full of love and live. Honestly? He did handpick the moon and give it to me. Everyday with him feels that way. Even on days that might be hard for either of us, he still handpicked the moon for me. He’s I believe he’s the love of my life. No one ” You confess wiping your face with the back of your hand.

“Oh, Y/N, if you were here I would give you a hug. I absolutely adore you, ever since you cause the light to return to his eyes.” Winnie wipes a tear herself.

“I could honestly use it. Mum and I are trying to make dad realise his opinion is wrong. I’m, I’m glad I can make him happy and feel loved.” You say, blinking at the tears. 

The whole ordeal had left a bitter taste in your mouth. You could only imagine how much more it affected Bucky. You had apologised profusely, he assured you each time that it was not job to apologise for the words of your father.

“Dear, convincing a parent is difficult, we had the same issue, it took my father a while but when the time came and George wanted to propose, my dad accepted him.” Winnie laughs at the memory then a dark look graces her features, it passes as quickly as it had arrived.

“I, I just want him to respect Bucky. He doesn’t deserve that, I told my dad off. I just wish I could undo that part of the night.” You admit and Winnie’s head turns to the staircase and Bucky sighs loudly, exasperated.

“How does your purse get lost in your own room, Ma?” He then chuckles and she shakes her head. You straighten up as well.

“Were you crying?” He asks her, you squeeze your eyes shut, his observation skills never failed him.

“No, just something went in my eye.” Winnie lies and you open your eyes just as Bucky graces the screen.

“Oh.” He looks at you and you shrug. He narrows his eyes. Deciding to table the discussion for later, he places you on the small cabinet in the doorway, as you both bid goodbye to his mom as she leaves for her plans.

You hold your breath, knowing he would ask or it would be something else. He walks upto his old room, placing you on the bed, next to his right side.

“Did Ma, say anything?” He looks at you sternly, you know he is watching every move, no longer Bucky but in his Sergeant roots. 

You let out the breath through your mouth slowly, contemplating.

“If you’re thinking of a lie, don’t.” He warns.

“I’m not, she’s worried about you.” You confess, you could give him bits and pieces.

“She didn’t say anything to you right?” His hard gaze waivers for a moment.

“No, she, she said she was happy when you told her about me, she said she adores me. She’s worried over what my father said… over dinner…” You let that statement hang in the air, a week after the Sharon fiasco was the dinner with your parents.

You mother had been nothing short of lovely, asking questions making sure he was comfortable. Shutting down her husband with a small tap on his arm in warning if he became insensitive. He could only be tapped so much. Your mom couldn’t face Bucky for days.

He sighs, running his hand through his hair. You gnaw at your bottom lip.

“I told you and her, I don’t care about what he said. The only opinion that matters is yours, Doll. he can hate me, call me bullshit things. He should not have insulted you. It would not have prompted my response.” Bucky’s voice beings to go towards anger, his blue eyes flash with suppressed range.

You stand, no longer wanting to sit on the floor, and sit back at your desk.

“Bucky—,”

“Y/N, no. I’ve been over this before. I told him he can fucking say all that he wants to me. When it comes to you I tolerate no fucking crap. He may have liberties as an emotionally abusive fuck but that ends. It is high time.” He glowers.

You bite your lip, this had been a back and forth point, ultimately a stalemate.

You were used to the shit your father said to you but you tolerated nothing against Bucky not even a whisper on an insult.

Bucky responded exactly the same, he could take all that your dad dumped on him and more, but he would be damned before he allowed anyone to insult you even if it was your dad.

You both needed each other. Anchors, saviour angels, lifelines whatever title was given isn’t enough to eloquently cover what the other meant. You needed to feel him, more than his words, more than his heated gaze. 

“Bucky,” You say again and he meets your eyes, his heart warming at the way the light reflects upon your irises. His anger slowly moves away. You move to your door, locking it then returning sauntering slowly towards him. 

His blue eyes, darken, breathing deeper he watches as your top comes off, followed by your jeans. You keep your eyes locked in on him as the straps of your bra slip down your shoulders and he stops you by raising his index finger.

“Show me.” He breathes, cock hardening as you turn and the now dimmed lights of your room illuminate your skin. Soft curves needing his touch, his lips, him. 

“Fucking gorgeous.” He praises and then you preen at the deep gravel, wanton timber of his voice.  

“Every curve, dip, line and mole. Fuck, Doll—,” He groans as you move your hands over your body, tracing over your bra, pinching at your hardened nipples, a whimper from your mouth goes straight to Bucky’s dick and he might just come untouched the way you gaze at him.

Your eyes darkened with lust, skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat, he wants to lap at the bead of sweat that makes its way over your sternum. Bucky gulps when you take off your panties. The colour difference makes him groan, his own darkening as his precum stains his clothing.

“Need to see you.” You look at him settling onto your bed, legs spread. Bucky stands, ridding himself of all the confines that keep you from admiring him.

“Fucking gorgeous.” You praise and he smirks.

“Oh little one,” His voice sinfully deep, and these new headphones made him sound as if he was right next to you, whispering in your ear, “What am I going to do with you?” He questions, eyes raking over you.

“Anything you want.” You whisper and He needs to close his eyes to get a grip on himself. He traces your features again with his heated gaze, admiring how you become needier with just the way he gazes at you. 

Bucky wants to get on his knees and worship you, because that is the only way he can thank his luck for allowing you into his life.

“Touch your nipples, through your bra, did you wear the pretty lace all for me?” He raises an eyebrow. You mewl as the touch sends shivers to your clit, arousal dripping over your folds and Bucky licks his lips, humming as if he can taste you.

“I asked you something, little one.” He reminds, you nod.

“Words.” he commands, 

“Yes,” you hiss, twisting your nipple harder, “James.” You plead for more.

You hear his low growl, primal, watching you get wetter for him.

“Show me how wet I’ve made you.” He gestures with a nod of his head, your hand moves over your abdomen, touching the curves and dips, Bucky drinks the sight of you in, he held pride as you touched yourself, not your clit or your cunt, but when you touched your body, squeezing the flesh. It drove him wild, needy, helpless and he starved to do the same with his hand. Fell you, love you, touch you, fall apart inside you as you held him in.

“So fucking beautiful.” He praises as you gather your arousal and show him your glistening fingers.

“Want to fuck you with my tongue. Will you let me taste my pussy? You are so fucking sweet aren’t you? I wouldn’t leave from between your thighs for days. Have them tremble, shake, beg to close. But I would just keep devouring my pretty pussy.” 

You throw your head back nodding, Bucky only smirks, “Go on, touch yourself the way you like little one, but I want to watch each stroke, each circle, and when you begin to fuck yourself onto your fingers.” He begins to circle his thumb on his cock, hissing at the contact he finally allowed himself. Your hips begin to rut against your fingers at his words. 

“Yes, little one, just like that, imagine it is my cock, buried deep you can feel me everywhere, claiming you, marking you as mine.” Bucky pants, his hand moving over himself.

“Want to feel your cock, Bucky, want you to feel your pussy clench around your cock.” You mewl out, your hips grounding against your fingers you needed more.

“Fuck, little one, grab that firmer pillow, fold it.” He instructs, your walls clench at the loss. Bucky wants to swallow all those pretty little sounds against his lips. He watches you straddle the folded pillow, the fabric rubbing your clit so deliciously. 

Bucky moves the laptop onto the desk, you can see him sitting on the chair, cock being fisted by his hand, his vein prominent and you grow wetter at the thought of how it would feel in your mouth.

“See this little one?” He gestures to his cock, your clit twitches, “All because of you. Know why I made you switch?” He rakes his eyes over you and you want to just combust. 

“You want me to ride you.” You realise, slowly moving your hips in sync with his slow strokes to his cock.

“My little one, you think correctly, go on grind on that pillow, take off that bra, fingers on your nipples. While you ride me, I’d play with those gorgeous tits.”

Your stomach tugs at the combined sensations with his words, picturing it, his hand on your hip, setting the pace, his mouth on your chest. Biting, sucking, marking you as his, you moan as your orgasm builds,

Bucky’s hand moves in pace with your hips grinding down, your lips part, he knows your close.

“Will you cum with me little one?” Bucky requests, a groan of your name falls from his lips,

“Bucky, please—, need—, I” You beg, beg for something needing him to coax you to your orgasm, needing him to be the one that shatters you.

“Need you,” you choke out as the orgasm starts to build and his words get filthier. 

“Fuck, Y/N, just a little more, need my cock in you? I’d fill you up, till you cum around me, dripping all over my cock and your thighs, you want that don’t you?” 

Bucky and you moan in sync as the coil snaps, your orgasms shatter through you, both continuing the movements brokenly, watching the other fall apart with hooded eyes. Soft pants and watching Bucky’s cum coat his hand and abdomen you lick your lips.

“Want to taste you Bucky.” You say and he groans.

“Fuck, little one, you’re already needy for more?” He chuckles, cleaning himself.

You lay back against your pillows, hair sticking to your scalp. 

You look down at his cock that twitches at his own words.

“Fuck my mouth, Mr. Barnes.” You challenge, he huffs a laugh.

“If you’re insatiable now…” He trails off, knowing he is growing hard again at the sight of you, fucked out, hair messed, eyes bright.

“If you aren’t leaving from between my thighs, it’s because my legs are holding you in.” You grab the very pillow used, your confidence in showing him what you wanted, touching yourself had grown.

Your legs wrap around the pillow and Bucky does a double take of the sight. Fuck he can’t wait to taste you. He fists his cock. You smirk at him.

“Insatiable, little one.” He teases, you bite your lip, anticipation thrumming at his next words.

“Get on your knees, pillow under you. Better not cum before I say so, little one.” He instructs, voice deep, bliss, needy for you. You whimper doing as he asked. Bucky stands, giving you a glorious view of him, fuck you wanted to taste him.

You open your mouth for him to see, oh you would be the end of him. 

Both of you ruining anyone else for the other.

That evening, Bucky falls asleep at the dinner table. When he tells you how you had him spent, pride swells in your chest and his own. The two of you had come so far in this aspect of your relationship, being able to expose more and more of your skin and exploring all that worked for the two of you. Nicknames, types of touches, scenarios. 

All of it, all consuming, burning bright.

The day after you were having breakfast and Bucky a late dinner. You had resorted to being in your room when your dad was out and about the house, Bucky was trying to explain to you to not give him that power but you couldn’t even look at him without feeling bile in your throat.

You’re mid bite with your chosen meal of cereal and Bucky is in between explaining how yet again Brock’s mounting plate is falling off when he pauses looking behind you. Your brows furrow, anger ebbing at the prospect of your dad yet again intruding. You turn mouth set into a hard line.

But you don’t meet the eyes that watched you grow up. You look into blue ones, but they are dull, lacklustre. Not the azure your heart contentedly drowns in daily. 

You frown.

Then blink, wait,—

“You forgot me already?” The person says, your brain clicks.

“Who even—,” Bucky is cut off as the man pulls you into a hug. His hand tightens around his spoon. 

This guy better fucking stop his hand from moving any lower on your back.

“Quentin,” You tighten your shoulders, moving away, looking at Bucky who might just discover teleportation just to punch the smug guy whose hands do not leave your arm even when you step away, again.

“Y/N, you haven’t changed at all.” Quentin Beck muses.

You feel a shadow cast over your door. Bucky looks right at your dad, jaw set. Your dad crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

“He better get his hands off of you.” Bucky growls and you shiver, moving away again and Quentin finally gets the hint, you move closer to the desk, trying to stay close to Bucky.

“The Becks are here to visit, I invited them to stay with us. Given how you and Quentin were joined at the hip, I think it would be nice to catch up.” Your dad gives a pleasant smile, but you don’t give any visible response.

Bucky’s nostrils flare, as Quentin ducks to wave at him.

“Who is this?” He questions an unabashed grin on his face, compared to Bucky’s scowl.

“My b—,”

“A charity case. You know her loves playing nurse.” Your dad says dismissively.

“Ah, yes, I was always patient.” Beck jokes and you feel venom pool your mouth, you swallow it down.

“He’s my boyfriend, James Barnes.” You say loud enough so Dad’s cheek twitches, a tell for his annoyance.

“Oh, hey man, I’m Quentin Beck, an old friend. Let’s catch up sometime over drinks?” He waves at Bucky.

You take off your headphones, Bucky breathes, once twice. Your dad watching and waiting for a reply.

“Im in New York City.” Your boyfriend looks to you, you’re on edge. Fuck he wanted to whisk you away from there. 

“Long distance?” Beck scoffs, “Hard shit man, how long before you both started LDR?” 

“We got together over long distance.” Bucky keeps his expression stoic. Understanding that this guy was someone who thrived getting under the skin of people.  

“Oh, well that is something.” Quentin looks to you, “Join in for breakfast?”

“She’s on a breakfast date with me, so you will have to excuse her.” Bucky buts in, close to seething. 

Quentin only smiles in response, something about it sets Bucky on edge as well. 

“Well then, I will catch you later, since I’m here for a while.” Quentin closes in on you again.

Bucky watches helplessly as you go rigid. 

“I’ve missed you little princess.” Quentin strokes your cheek, fanning Bucky’s anger then turns to leave behind your father. 

You close your door quietly. Refusing to look at Bucky because you’re at a loss of words. 

“I do not know what he did, but I am killing him.” Bucky’s jaw clenches and his knuckles are white with how hard his muscles are tensing. 

“Bucky, he, he was my first boyfriend. He broke everything in me before leaving.” Your voice cracks. 

Oh Bucky is livid now, “Your father knew?” 

You nod, he clicks his tongue. 

“Its on purpose.” He places forth his theory. 

“Buck, I hate Quentin. I’m not going to get back together with him even if he was the last person left on earth.” You look up at Bucky his gaze slowly growing warm again. 

“I don’t trust him.” Bucky states, neither man worthy of trust. Not one ounce of trust. 

“I don’t either.” You agree. 

“Come on, lets get back to breakfast/dinner. We’ll deal with that piece of shit later. One wrong move, Doll and I don’t care about anything, I will fuck that guy up.” Bucky’s words tug at you. 

“You won’t have to cause I won’t let him do anything.” You assure. 

“Even if not, that stunt he just pulled? Evading your personal space.” Bucky’s thumb bends the fork. Your eyes widen. 

“Bucky—,”

“Just, tell me something to distract me.” He requests, continuing to eat his spaghetti with the spoon he had gotten for dessert. 

You bite back an endearing grin, but he catches hints of it and his anger simmers into nothingness. 

“Found that cute did you?” He grins, shaking his head. 

“Absolutely. I find you very cute.” You praise and admire the red tinge on his cheeks. 

“I’m not cute, I’m—,”

“Hot? Sexy? Devilishly handsome? Sweet? My everything?” You offer, deepening the crimson over taking his skin. 

“Doll.” Is all he says but his smile tells you all you need to know, its the Doll Smile. 

“I love you, Bucky.” Your heart always warming at your words. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He says, causing your heart to somersault with his own. 

He reaches out, touching the screen with his thumb to stroke your cheek. You lean you head, as though you can feel him. 

Bucky finds his heart clench, he had to get to you beyond the confines of his laptop screen and city.

Dreaming about having you close was not enough. 

Dreaming about meeting you, laying beside you, having you play with his hair as his rested his head in your lap. 

It was never enough. 

A.N: hope everyone reading, enjoyed this chapter! let me know! also thank you for reading! this fic is honestly my comfort space and i really enjoy writing it so much so thank you for reading and interacting!! 💖

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.........•★★ Masterlist ★★•.........

Key:

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IKEMEN PRINCE

(FANFICS & FICLETS)

𝕁𝕚𝕟 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕥:

Saccharine Comfort ☁️

Soothing the Beast Within 💔☁️

The Garden Tryst 🔥

You Won 💔☁️

Kiss Me Wholly 💋☁️✨️

I Love You, Goodbye. 💔

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The Perfect Gift 🔥🎂

Nightmares 💔☁️

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For Matters of the Heart 💔

Safety Under Covers ☁️

Say Yes ☁️

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A Freezing Cure ☁️

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These Little Moments ☁️

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Kiss Me Wholly 💋

Broken Man 💔

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Prayer to the Moon 💔

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Soaked 🔥

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Sizzling Distractions ☁️

Pillow Palace ☁️

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[chrisbitchtree]

I’m officially on vacation! 11 days of sleeping in, catching up on fic and binging the new seasons of Emily in Paris and Firefly Lane, crocheting and plotting out the Harringrove college AU I’ve been thinking of for the new year! I’m so excited!

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[mareenavee]

15 for 15

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1. are you named after anyone?

My first name, no. My middle name is the feminine version of my grandpa's middle name. I use it normally as a screenname not connected to my fic writing.

2. when was the last time you cried?

Pshh. Yesterday. Watched an episode of Firefly Lane with mom.

3. do you have kids?

Nope.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yes.

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

I have chronic pain from a great deal of injuries. At this point keeping myself out of even more danger is a sport. I was never really a sports person ever, though.

6. what's the first thing you notice about other people?

I keep to myself generally irl. But definitely things like sense of style. I like bright hair colors and tend to notice those first, especially if it matches mine. Which reminds me, I have to buy more green to mix a good teal this time.

7. eye color?

Green and gold. I have central heterochromia.

8. scary movies or happy endings?

I am a chicken. Happy endings please.

9. any special talents?

I'm a writer :D I have worked hard to do so. Spoke word poet, too, in the years before the pandemic. Hmm. Can draw a bit, too. Watercolors tend to behave when I use them, which I hear is a bit hard normally. I can hyperfocus like nobody's business, too. It's a talent, at least I keep telling myself that.

10. where were you born?

New York.

11. what are your hobbies?

Writing, Gaming, Reading, Art, Coding (smol bean projects though nothing crazy or complicated...yet), Bookbinding, Joycon Repair/Reshelling, Fountain Pens (it's a hobby, trust me.)

12. do you have any pets?

Yes! An 8 year old fat cat named Gibby. He's gray and white and very round.

13. how tall are you?

5'7

14. fave subject in school?

English, Art, Choir ehm.... not much else. I tolerated the rest in HS. In college, of course, all my Creative Writing Classes, and all of my Anthropology and Native Studies classes.

15. dream job?

I would love to full time edit fiction forever. That would be ideal. Or honestly? Get published and have my book adapted. I'd love to see that process first hand.

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[alittlestrangesparkle]

Welcome to the mysterious mind of a whimsical forest nymph ♡

➳ Hello strange traveler ♥ Welcome to my little corner of the Internet! I hope that you enjoy your stay ...

About Me: I'm Chloe, a teen author and aesthetic creator who lives to spread the word of God and to write fanfiction! You can also feel free to call me Kylie or even Sparkle if you prefer; my pronouns are she/her! I'm USA-based, and I write OC + reader fanfic for Kaz Brekker, Bucky Barnes, Matt Murdock, and Billy Russo. If you sense a trend, shhhhhhhhhh ....

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10 things about me -

My aesthetics are probably mainly cottage/fairycore and anything pink or pastel, but I love cowgirl and dark academia aesthetics as well! I love making moodboards and banners for things, if you're a mutual ask me to make you one!

I'm Christian, but I won't ever push my values or beliefs on you as long as you are respectful towards me. Please, no hate asks or speeches about how "You can't PROVE God" in my askbox :)

I'm in the middle of five kids: my eldest brother is engaged to an amazing girl, my older sister is in college studying graphic design, and me and the two younger ones live with my parents!

My first fanfiction ever was written when I was 11, and it featured a very convoluted plot (as well as terrible writing) that was supposedly centered around Wings of Fire, although it was kind of hard to tell.

I'm homeschooled, and I live in a pretty small town that luckily now has more than one store.

I'm a die-hard Swiftie and Lana Del Ray fan, but I also love Melanie Martinez, Sabrina Carpenter, and all country music!

As for video games, I play BOTW and TOTK, as well as Pokemon Violet even though my two best friends have Scarlet. (My starter was Sprigatito)

Fave movies and shows are; Shadow and Bone, The Last of Us, The Mandolorian, Daredevil, Luke Cage, The Punisher, The Ring, Stargate, Firefly Lane, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, The Black Phone, Lost, and Harry Potter.

I'm an aspiring photographer who also loves to paint! I have my own photo gallery with snapshots of the wild Southern ranches that are my home, and I would love to share them with you all!

I love fashion and tend to sew my own clothes, which I have been doing since I was old enough to use the sewing machine.

Requests: open, but tentatively! I DON'T WRITE SMUT (i'm a minor don't send me inappropriate content) but I will write fluff and angst as much as you want! I can also totally write romance/implied sex, I just don't like writing explicit sex. If an ask makes me uncomfortable or I feel I can't do it, I won't write it. So feel free to send in whatever you want!

Talk to me: i love chatting, say whatever! Spam my askbox with stupid questions - just no real spam. Again, please keep it SFW, but whatever's on your mind I'd love to hear!

Fic reviews: if you wanna drop a review for my fics I would love that! If you like something or dislike something (but if you dislike it be nice, I can't write full time), drop a review in the comments or in an ask, and I'll be so grateful!

Read for reads: i don't have time to full-on read and review someone else's fic right now, but I will consider this for mutuals! Mainly cause if we're friends you're reading my fics already mwahahahaha

Anything else: generally, as long as it's not porn or bullying, I invite all interactions! Just please DNI if you are below 12 or above 25, since interacting with older adults makes me uncomfortable. Please leave reviews of my fics, praise, constructive criticism, and drop in sometime to say hi!

Love you all,

Chloe

#aesthetic #art #photography #shadow and bone #six of crows #grishaverse #the punisher #s&b netflix #fanfic #female writers #writers on tumblr #dark academia #pokemon violet #botw #tears of the kingdom #pinterest #blog intro #pinned post #kaz brekker #fashion #bucky barnes #tfaws #a e s t h e t i c #chloewritesofficial

[wily-one24]

Number 3, for the ao3 roundup questions

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Aww, man, Nonny, you are gonna make me choose between my children like that?!??!

Obviously, I love them all, I do. It's why I write them.

Most recently, I think, Wicked Game has a piece of my heart. Prior to that fic, I hadn't written anything for years. I just... didn't have the energy or the motivation or willpower. Suffice to say, there were several years of my not being the most mentally healthy.

Towards the end of last year I felt something I hadn't really felt since 2017... the urge to write. I started posting in January 2023 and the words began to flow. Not only did they flow, there were coherent and concise and they were interesting (to me, at the very least).

Writing was no longer a chore, it was energising. I wrote nearly 130, 000 words in a matter of months. There were themes and symbolism and power in the words.

It felt like a return.

I know most people today don't remember, but I once had a name in fandom (at least wtihin my fandoms) and then I just disappeared. This was a HUGE part of my mental health. So getting even a small part of that back feels like recovery.

I will never get back what I once had, fandoms have changed so much in the last few years, so that's an impossible dream, but I am happy to write my silly little words and post them, get comments and kudos and stay in my own little lane where nobody really knows me.

I'm not sure, Nonny, if you were looking for a dissertation on that. Or if you were looking for something I am proud of regarding content. Wicked Game is still up there for that. I haven't really entered the SVU fandom as a name yet, but that one is my fave so far.

In terms of my other fandoms, Memory Cloud, Paint It Black, Your and Me (We Wanted It All) for Once Upon A Time. Molasses & Taffy and Sleep Purchance for Veronica Mars. The Nothing Comes From Nothing series, Sometimes and The Catch for Firefly.

But, to be honest, all of my fics hold a special place for different reasons.

#nonny #look ma i got an ask

[last-lane-of-liv]

Handle Change!

olivia-at-the-end-of-the-lane -------> last-lane-of-liv

I wanted to standardize my usernames across platforms because I’m going to start posting some fics (for TLOU first) so keep a look out!

New icon credit: https://www.deviantart.com/thatxcchick/art/The-Last-Of-Us-fireflies-poster-422400062

#olivia talks #this is exciting because i've been writing fics for years and never had the guts to post #and now im like #what's really stopping me? #so here I go!