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wienerbarnes · 4 years

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Cheek to Cheek (3/5)

Pairing: Bucky x Criminal!Reader

Word Count: 1,497

Warnings: Injuries, creepy kidnapping environment

A/N: wouldnt be my series if i didnt post late :) ngl i got drunk and forgot LMAO but here’s part 3! ill post again tomorrow to catch up <3

SERIES MASTERLIST

Bucky ignores Sam’s phone call asking him to go help out the next day. He’s set up a last minute appointment with his therapist after what occurred in that room yesterday; an appointment he’s on his way to now. As he reaches a stoplight on his bike, he pulls out his phone and listens to the voicemail Sharon left him late last night.

“Hey, Buck. Don’t worry about helping out tomorrow. I know Sam will ask you, but I can tell you need to rest. We’ll get this case figured out; we’ve already exposed her as a fraud. We’ll probably do some more interrogating tomorrow, she’s probably orchestrating the kidnapping for some reason. I’ll keep you updated. Take care.” Her voice cuts off with a beep in Bucky’s headphones and he lets out a sigh as the light changes.

He continues along the road, absentmindedly looking about his surrounds, when something catches his eye.

A light up sign of a waterfall, the neon not yet turned on now during the day, with the word “NIAGARA” spelled out; the building looks like a bar of some sort.

“Waterfall. W-water falling. N-not water.” Your voice flashes in his mind.

Don’t let her get in your fucking head, Barnes. Fuck! Get a hold of yourself, Bucky scolds himself. As Bucky nears the corner of the next block, he sees a statue of an angel with wings.

“An angel of stone.” He’s reminded of you again.

He turns right at this block and decides to take the long way to his therapist’s office. He lets out puffs of breath to calm himself and stop from freaking the fuck out. “It’s nothing. You’re creating coincidences in your mind.” Bucky says to himself.

As he drives down the alleyway, he slows down next to a large building, a warehouse. There’s a sign on the fence that says “CONDEMNED”. The chain around the lock has been broken.

“A cellar… Warehouse, condemned.”

Bucky parks his bike.

He quietly sneaks throughout the warehouse, gun and pocket flashlight drawn in front of him. The warehouse is almost pitch black inside, smelling of gasoline, garbage, and death. There’s a steady dripping coming from somewhere along the ceiling and an occasional flutter of bird wings of pigeons who got lost in there. He eventually comes up to an open space, still lit candles scattered along the ground. Must of been recent if they’re still lit. Something shiny catches Bucky’s eye and he kneels on the ground to get a closer look. A gold bracelet. A very familiar looking bracelet. A bracelet he saw in one of the photos of Elizabeth Hawley Sharon showed him two days ago. He picks up the bracelet in his metal hand and stuffs it in his jacket pocket. He looks forward a few feet in front of him and sees a wire coat hanger on the ground.

“A-and a hanger. They whip him with a coat hanger. A wire coat hanger…”

Bucky cancels his appointment and calls Sam.

…

“They made a positive ID on the bracelet you found, Bucky. Good work.” Sharon praises him as they meet back at the tower.

There’s a moment of silence as Sharon and Sam organized their notes from the crime scene they’ve just left. The crime scene Bucky stumbled upon.

“I lied to the FBI about how a found the warehouse.” Bucky blurts out, not making eye contact with either of his partners.

“Excuse me?” Sam stares at him.

“How’d you find it?” Sharon’s voice raises.

“...It was where she said it’d be.” Bucky says and his teammates sigh with annoyance.

“Bucky, what if it was a set up? You could be dead right now!” Sharon scolds him.

“We have to go back and interrogate her again.” Bucky says. Sam and Sharon glance at each other before looking back at Bucky.

“We have three more days until those kids are dead and then our only connection to this case gets lethal injection two days after that. It’s the only thing that’s worked.” Bucky rationalizes to them.

Bucky sees the gears turning in their heads as they think about the non-existent other options they have.

“I’ll call the ward.” Sharon says before walking out of the room.

…

“His eyes are cold. So cold.”

“Describe him.” Sam demands.

Your eyes look tired as they look at Sams. You almost look childlike. Like a toddler who’s gone too long without a nap. Or a hug. Or any kind of touch that didn’t inflict pain. Bucky doesn’t know what it is, but he feels something deep down inside him for you. Maybe it’s sadness. Maybe it's pity. Maybe it’s his own instinct to save and take care of people. Maybe it’s guilt. For what, he’s not sure. But he wants to help you so bad and you don’t seem to know what you need help for.

“I see a, a scar. Tall, pale guy. Late 20’s.” You begin. You pause and your brows furrow as your lip begins to tremble ever so slightly. “He’s looking at Elizabeth. He’s gonna get the hanger…” Tear quickly gather in your eyes and you shut them tight.

“Where is he?” Sam asks.

“By the window… he’s waiting… It’s a small boathouse on Lake Seneca.” You finally force out, your voice thick with emotion.

“You got that?” Sam turns to Sharon as she wordlessly finishes writing in her notepad before standing and collecting her things, Bucky following suit.

The three of them begin to file out of the room when she stops them.

“Miss Carter?” Your voice whispers.

Sharon turns to look at you, waiting for whatever you’re going to tell her. “Don’t go near the white cross… We see you down… and your blood spills on the white cross.” You warn.

Sharon looks at you for a few more seconds before walking out of the room, her two partners following after her.

…

The three suit up in silence in the jet ride there. Tactical gear, guns and knives, and bullet proof vest for Sharon. Bucky insisted she wear one after that white cross comment from you.

The boathouse looks abandoned. Grass is overgrown, floorboards of the front porch are torn to shreds and the paint is chipping on the sides of the house. There’s silence as they approach; not even crickets are sticking around this shit-hole.

The air is cold and sharp, as though there’s thousands of needle pricks hitting Bucky’s skin as he walks, no matter how slow he steps. It’s the kind of atmosphere that makes you want to rip your hair out for no reason, or just scream into the void as loud as you can. It’s the type of atmosphere that can make a person go insane if they’re around here for too long. It’s eerie. And Bucky hates it.

The three of them finally enter the building, immediately finding Elizabeth and James tied up in the corner of the room. Sam rushes to them to rid the gags from their mouths and untie their restraints.

“Sweep the docks!” He orders.

Bucky and Sharon head off in a similar direction but split off at the docks to clear the area.

Sharon’s steps along the end of the dock are silent. She sees the water at the other end shifting calmly due to the small boat tied to the pillar. She raises her gun and flashlight towards the boat, the large tarp draped over it raising her suspicions. The longer she stares at it, the less sure she is that there is or isn’t something under there.

It all happens in a second. It one small crease in the tarp that outlines a body and she yells, “Special agent! Don’t move!” before a shot is fired and knocks her off her feet.

Her back slams against the ground and a groan escapes her and the boat motor echoes into the night as it speeds off. She feels large hands rip her tactical gear open and she peeks down to see one single bullet lodged into the bullet proof vest. She glances at Bucky, who’s lightly feeling over her arms and the rest of her torso to ensure there’s no other injuries, and she closes her eyes again in both annoyance and getting the wind knocked out of her.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., get medical ready back at the tower, just in case.”

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes.”

Bucky sighs and glances around the area before noticing something.

“Don’t go near the white cross… We see you down… and your blood spills on the white cross.”

A tall white cross, standing about fifteen feet tall stands at the corner of the dock where Sharon lays. If not for her bullet proof vest, her blood would’ve splattered across the white frame.

A shiver crawls up Bucky’s spine and a hand on his shoulder makes him jolt.

“C’mon, man. Let’s get her up. Hopefully Red Wing caught some footage of the boat we can analyze back at the tower. Elizabeth and James are waiting on the jet hooked up to IV’s.” Sam informs him, crouching down to his level so they can hoist Sharon up.

Bucky’s takes one last look at the cross before walking with Sam back to the jet.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x criminal!reader #bucky x reader #criminal!reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfiction #x files au #series #bucky barnes series

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tessxomarie · 5 years

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Saving You - Part I

*Hi everyone! First, I need to shoutout @hellosupernaturaldoctor for giving me advice and the confidence to even attempt this. This is my very first time writing any fan-fiction and the first time I’ve decided to post any of my writing some place other than a word doc. I’ve had this idea for this story since mid-season of the Mayans, and after the finale I put all my thoughts into a story. It starts off slow, but I promise what I have in store next will be worth it! PS, Any feedback is appreciated! - This story takes place a few months after the season one finale. Ez is now a newly patched in member, Alvarez is still working for Galindo; things have been quiet as of late, well for the most part.*

It’s a Friday afternoon, I’m just getting off of work. It’s hot as fuck outside – guess that’s the price you pay when you live in the desert. I lazily gather my purse from the backroom, before I step foot outside, I redo my hair. What was once a cute pony tail this morning has turned into a mangled mess. As my luck would have it, my hair tie snaps as soon as I go to wrap it around a third time. “Fuck.” I mumble to myself. I always wear an extra hair tie on my wrist, but I cannot have a naked wrist. “Fine, a mangled mane I will have. It’s fine, it’s fine.” I whisper to myself. If I don’t leave here now, I will lose all sanity I have left. Man, what a shit show day today has been, this heat must be getting to the kids. Two broken wrists, a broken arm, a no helmet incident and a random summer cold. I didn’t get puked or shit on, and no kid attempted to kick or hit, so I call today’s shit show a success. Just as I’m about to leave, one of my co-workers stops me, “Leah, good work today. You kept that broken arm kid really calm. Keep it up.” Elena tells me with a smile. “Thanks, Elena. I’m just doing my job, but I always welcome feedback, so thanks again.” I say to her as I head out the back door. It’s 4:30pm, I’ve been on the clock since 6am, one would think I deserve to simply go home and use my complex’s pool – oh one can dream. But nope, I’m still on the clock but I guess you could call this gig more of an always “on-call” service.

I pull up in my old school blacked out Jeep Grand Cherokee about twenty minutes after I leave the clinic to the Romeo Brothers Scrapyard, also known as the headquarters for the Mayans MC.

Chucky greets me, per usual. “Greetings Nurse Aleeah.” He says to me with a big smile and a salute. I let out a giggle as I always do whenever someone says my full name…I rarely ever go by it, but around here, I hear it more than I have in years. But Chucky, oh Chucky– how does one describe a chronic masturbator who has a good heart and is part of the biker world without truly being a biker? I guess I just did, didn’t I? “Hey Chucky, how are you?” I ask as I park and exit my Jeep. “I am well, swell actually. I have no complaints today.” Chucky answers with a big smile. “Good, I’m glad to hear that.” I say as I give his arm a friendly squeeze. “The boys need your assistance, I don’t know details but clearly someone got messed up hence why you are here.” Chucky explains in typical Chucky fashion.I roll my eyes as I stand in front of the clubhouse. “It’s always something with these boys, huh?” I rhetorically ask. Chucky nods his head and heads back to the office. I walk up the steps and take a deep breath before I enter the clubhouse. This club is like a box of chocolates, you never know what the fuck you’re going to get so it’s best you just grin and bear it. Is it just a cut from a broken beer bottle? Did a fight break out and there is blood everywhere? A bullet wound? A stabbing wound? A rat bite? Like I said, you just never know. I open the doors and pray today is nothing major. “Have no fear, your favorite RN is here.” I announce as I enter the clubhouse and strike a pose in the doorway. “Umm, isn’t it RN BSN?” Riz corrects as he stands and greets me. “Have I told you that you’re my favorite?” I reply with a playful wink and smile, it does make me truly happy that these guys acknowledge and are proud of my accomplishments. “Hola Aleeah.” Riz says to me while we greet with a warm hug, per usual. “Hey, I spy my favorite nurse!” Gilly shouts from across the room. Creeper, Hank and Taza also wave from the card table. “Greetings gentlemen, you all seem to be in one piece.” I say as I mosey around the few tables between me and the guys. “Although that pleases me, who is the one who called up 1-800-Rescue Nurse?” I sarcastically spit, which receives some laughs from the guys. “They’re in church.” Hank points towards the door. “They? Plural?” I ask looking at Riz, and he nods to confirm. “Jesus Christ.” I say palming my face. “Lee Baby!” Coco shouts from exiting church and walking over to me with open arms. “Ah, Coco Loco.” I reply with a smile and we hug. “How are you doing, Coco?” I ask after we break our embrace. “A lot better than your next two victims.” He replies, him not making much eye contact and that just gives it away – I know automatically who my victims are. “You gotta be kidding me? They got into it again?!” All Coco does is nod and look down at the floor. “How bad?” I ask. “What do you mean? How bad do they look? Or how bad is it between them?” Coco asks me. I shake my head with disgrace. I angrily take my steps towards church and I aggressively open the door. “Damn, she is pissed.” I hear Creeper’s echo as I close the door, as soon I enter the room. Looking at the table, I see them. One is at one end, the other one on the opposite end. I drop my nurse’s bag on the table and cross my arms. “You two have some damn nerve - getting into it again. Jesus. You’re fucking brothers, you are blood – blood don’t do this shit.” I yell with anger and confusion. Silence fills the air as the guys look at each other and up at me. Bishop then looks over to me and quirks an eyebrow and half smile. “Excuse my poor manners, Bish. Your boys tend to make me lose all sanity I have left at the end of a work week.” I tell him as I walk over and give him a warm embrace. “Oh Leah, you’re fine. I know this shit has been out of control recently.” Bishop pauses and looks over to the guys. He takes a deep breath. “I’ll let you handle them now. I’ll be outside if you need a referee.” Bishop exits and I just stand there, crossed arms again. Both boys refuse to look me in the eye, but instead stare each other down. “Are you just going to stand there?” Angel seethes. I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Give me one good reason as to why I should fix the both of you up? Huh? Because as I see it, this is the fourth time this month…THIS MONTH! Angel, please, humor me and explain to me why the fuck I should tend to your wounds yet again? Maybe if I let you both be, you’ll learn these fights aren’t worth it.” I take a deep breath myself, and I run my hand through my tangled hair, which I then end up putting up in a pony tail right after, I’ll just have to remember to find another hair tie to wear on my wrist later. “Alright, I’m sorry I went off. You two, you two just frustrate me.” I say holding my hands up mimicking a surrender. I take another breath and look between the boys. My gaze is drawn to EZ, probably because he’s the easier one out of the two. “Okay, EZ, I see that nasty cut on your cheek, oh and your hand – good going big brother.” I say as I look over to Angel. He looks away the moment I look his way. “Shocker, EZ gets to be first yet again.” Angel chirps. “Seriously?” I snap. “I’m over here fucking bleeding, I could be dying but all you and anyone ever cares about is Ezekiel.” “Shut it Angel, just shut it, please.” I beg. I start to tend to EZ’s war wounds; some cuts, a nasty one on his cheek – I’m guessing Angel’s rings got the best of him this time around. EZ, he doesn’t say much this time I’m here. I know that he feels the same way as me – he’s tired of this back and forth shit with his brother. “EZ, no more. It’s one thing when you all call me to take a bullet out, or to give a rabies shot, but this shit – playground fights, I’m done.” I explain as I place the last bandage strip to his cheek. EZ doesn’t make eye contact, and his jaw is clenched. His knees shaking. “I know, Lee. I’m sorry you’re doing this again.” EZ tells me as he finally meets my eyes for the first time. EZ, he’s easy to read. He wears his emotions in his eyes, his eyes right now are filled with pain and sadness. This whole feud with Angel, it’s taken a toll on everyone in this club. It’s been almost eight months of this fuckery. “Remove the bandage Sunday night, it needs about 48 hours to heal. If you feel the need to remove it beforehand, clean it thoroughly. Have some of your favorite tequila tonight, and you will be good.” I tell EZ as I throw away the things I used to care for him. “Thanks, Lee.” He says as he kisses me on the cheek and walks somberly out of church. My heart aches for EZ, because the pain – physical and emotional is all over his face and body. Angel hasn’t taken his eyes off of the wall nor has he spoken. I slide my bag down the table as I slowly make my way towards him. Rubber gloves are on, and I grab his face. “Let’s see your damage.” I say, like a dog would when a human goes to check their mouth for something, Angel gives me a little tension as I touch his face. Again, no eye contact. A look of annoyance screams from his expression. I see a nasty cut on the side of his head, by his eye – a sensitive area which bleeds more than most. A black eye is also forming. “Jesus Christ, Angel.” I say examining the cut a little further. “This has to stop. I’m begging. I cannot deal with looking at you two like this, because my fear is that one day, I’m going to be too late to help any of you.” “What if it is?” He spews. I scoff, “No more.” Is all I manage to say. I take out an alcohol swab to clean out his cut. “This is going to sting, on the count of three – one, two, three.” I say as I then put the swab against the cut. A loud hiss comes from Angel and an instant reaction of mine is to grab his face and blow lightly at the cut, helping the sting not be so painful. Angel’s eyes then lock with mine, a look of shock and confusion fill his brown eyes. Angel and I, we’ve had a very interesting relationship since I first came to Santo Padre. He gave me an attitude and I gave it right back – he seemed more pissed off when I talked back than just walking away, and the more I talked back, the more tension built up between us. We started out on the wrong foot, and that’s how we have remained. He lets me care for him, depending on the time of day. Sometimes he lets his girlfriend, well I think she’s his girlfriend, Adelita, clean him up. Today, for whatever reason, he stuck around the clubhouse. I continue to blow on his wound, and I wince back in pain for him because I know it had to sting like a bitch. “Uhh, sorry. It’s a habit of mine, when I treat the kids, I have to do this; they hate it too, so that technique helps them...” I ramble and look away because I sense a bit of embarrassment, as I’ve never been “nice” to Angel. I look and reach back at the table to grab what I need next, just as I turn to face Angel again, I notice a very small smile on his face. “What?” I question, because seeing him smile legit concerns me. “It’s nothing, Leah.” He says monotone and lets me continue working on him. A few more minutes go by, and I determine that he doesn’t need any stitches, just a little butterfly work on one of his eyebrows. “Okay, that’s all. No stitches today, that cut on the side of your face, it’s a sensitive area that bleeds more than most. Your eyebrow cut, it’s an awkward cut – it’s ugly but not ugly enough for stitches. My only request is when you clean it out, could you please use both water and soap?” I emphasize. I know how these guys operate. They either use a dirty rag or tap water to clean themselves up. I turn to clean up my stuff and Angel lets out a minor laugh, which catches me off guard. I look at him and quirk an inquisitive look. Angel stands up, he turns behind his chair and lightly pounds his fist to the back of it. “You sounded just like my ma.” He tells me, in the softest voice I have ever heard Angel speak in. I offer him a small smile as I already know what that history is. Angel leaves church, and per usual no other words are spoken, no thank you’s, nothing. I stay behind a few more moments and collect my thoughts and belongings. I hear the door open, at first I’m startled but relieved it’s just Bishop. “How we doin’, sweetheart?” He asks. I let out a very deep sigh and my facial expression tells my feelings of this whole ordeal. Bishop can’t help but laugh, “I know, Lee. I know.” He tells me as he pulls me in for a hug. “I just need to go home and lay in bed and watch a trashy romcom.” I exclaim as I grab my bag. “I think you’ve deserved that, but before you go – you have a visitor.” He tells me. A look of a deer in the head-lights flashes across my face, who the hell could be visiting me? “Just come with me.” Bishop motions for me to take his hand and follow him. Nerves take over, with the Club, you never know what can happen. As I exit the room, I see the guys scattered all over the clubhouse yet all eyes are on me. “Your visitor is the biggest pain in my ass, so make it quick.” Bishop says, but I catch his playfulness I his voice and I look to the bar and I see who Bishop is talking about – Marcus Alvarez.

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gotfuckingseven · 6 years

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A New Place to Call Home

Hybrid AU

Namjoon x Reader

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You were sleeping so peacefully, when someone nudged your shoulder, startling you awake and away from them on instinct, until you realized it was just Youngjae, who worked at the shelter you lived at.

“Y/n, you have a visitor. He’s asked for someone like you. Would you like to meet him?” His voice was soothing as you nodded your head, hopefully about to meet your newest owner. See, the shelter you were at, was designed for hybrids, like yourself, who had previously been in a bad home. The workers made sure that those who adopted from them wouldn’t mistreat the hybrids.

Youngjae left you alone for a minute, so you could change and prepare yourself for the new person. As a bunny hybrid, you were naturally shy, but even more so after your last owner abused you, physically and mentally. Stepping out of your room, you walked to the cafeteria, where you would meet the guy Youngjae talked about.

Before you saw them however, Jinyoung and Jaebum, the only two cat hybrids of the shelter, stopped you. They stood in front of you.

“So. Youngjae told us he has potentially found you a new owner. Are you gonna be okay? Or do you want us there with you for moral support?” Jaebum asked, making you smile at his over protectiveness.

“No, I think I’ll be fine. If I need anything, I’ll just come running to you two after Youngjae. That’s if something bad happens. But, I’ve gotta go.” You gave them each a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, before they left to the other side of the room.

Youngjae was talking to another guy, presumably the one who wanted to meet you. He was tall, and when he smiled there were dimples, which were cute.

“Ah! Y/n, come here sweetheart.” Youngjae caught sight of you, before ushering you over to him. “Y/n, this is Namjoon. He’s looking to adopt right now. Namjoon, this is Y/n. She tends to get shy with new people.” You had clung to Youngjae while he talked, still hesitant about him. “Oh, and please be careful what you say. And try to not raise your voice if something is wrong. She’s dealt with enough of that for an entire lifetime.”

“Go on.” Youngjae urged you forward and away from him, as he took leave of you two, giving you privacy.

“H-hi.” You gave him a small, shy smile, one which he returned.

“Hi there.” My god, those dimples would be the death of you. The two of you made small talk, you learning all about him as you gave him simple answers. You learned he was a lawyer, and that he went to work at 8 am, and came around 6:30 and 7 pm. He didn’t work weekends, unless it was a big case. He preferred to stay in most nights, and was really clumsy. “I think that’s the most I’ve talked about myself in a very long time.” He says with a laugh, before his face turns serious. “So, how would you like to come and stay with me? A permanent new home? You can come home with e today even, if you’d like.” He was so hopeful, and he seemed pretty nice after all.

You nod your head while saying, “Yes.” A smile spread across your face, once you realized you agreed to a new place to call home. One that would actually be a loving and caring home. He nearly picked you up to spin you around, but decided better of it, before bringing his hands to his mouth, and grinning even harder if that were possible.

He went over to Youngjae, you following behind him, as he told him he wanted to go ahead and sign the adoption papers and to take you home today.

“Awesome. If you’ll just sign right here, I will show you to her room, so she can get her things, and then you are free to take her home.” He was smiley as always, making you feel better about leaving the shelter.

“Namjoon, I could still come back here, right? To see Youngjae and the others?” You really hoped he said yes, you would miss never being able to talk to Youngjae, Jinyoung, or Jaebum again. They became your best friends while you’ve been here.

“Of course we can. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t let you come back to see your friends?” He smiled at you as the two of you followed Youngjae, before lightly ruffling your hair, fingertips grazing your ear, making you shiver.

“Ah, here we are.” Youngjae stopped in front of your room, and you walked in, grabbed the few clothes you had, and gave them to Namjoon.

“Here. This is all I really have here. Oh, and this.” You grabbed your two journals and pens/pencils. But you kept a hold of them. You didn’t want anyone else seeing what you’ve drawn. Clutching them close to your chest, Namjoon held your hand as Youngjae led you and Namjoon outside.

“Well Y/n, I guess this is good-bye. You’ll always have a place here, should you ever need to come back. I’ll miss you short-stack.” He had a sad smile on his face as he ruffled your hair, before lightly rubbing the base of your ears. Your eyes closed as you leaned into his touch. He was the one person, apart from Jinyoung or Jaebum, that you would let touch your ears, as they were very sensitive.

Your eyes opened when he stopped, and you had missed the face of longing Namjoon had, which disappeared the moment your eyes opened.

“Well, let’s head on home. Gotta get you some clothes later today, that way we can relax the rest of the weekend. See ya later, Youngjae.” Though you were saddened as you watched the shelter disappear from your sight, you were excited at the thought of a new home. Namjoon was very gentle as he led the way home, but also letting you look and sniff around at all the new sights. As you turned one last corner, he stopped in front of a very nice building. It was apartments, but they were obviously nice. He put a code in on the keypad, and then there was the audible sound of the door unlocking. He opened the door, and then went to an elevator, quickly pressing the button. Stepping in, you glanced down, and realized he hadn’t stopped holding your hand the entire way there. You grinned to yourself, as movement stopped, the doors opened, revealing a short hallway, where he used his key to open the door to the apartment.

It was beautiful inside. To the left was a kitchen, and straight ahead was a living room. A couch on the wall and one in front of the T.V. that was on the wall. On each side of the T.V., were windows, each with a window seat.

“C'mon. I’ll show you the rest of the place.” He smiled almost shyly as he spoke, before moving down the hallway. Your room was across from his, with a full-size bed, a desk, and another window. Then there was the closet and dresser along the same wall, across from the bed. His was set up similarly, but he didn’t have a window. Then he had a guest room, and the bathroom across from said room. At the end of the hallway was a washer and dryer.

“This is so pretty. Thank you so much.” You turned and gave him a hug, nuzzling your face up into his neck. When you pulled away, his cheeks were bright red.

“It’s nothing much, really.” He mumbled. “So,” he cleared his throat, “would you like to go shop for some clothes now?”

“Sure. But can it wait a bit? I’m a little hungry. I haven’t had lunch yet.” After a delicious lunch, with him tripping and nearly dropping it as well, the two of you went to different stores and bought you some new clothes. All the pants had a hole for your tail, as well as the hats for your ears. By the time you got home, it was time for dinner, and you were flat-out exhausted. Sitting on the couch, you slightly curled up, creating warmth as you waited for Namjoon.

As he called out, he didn’t get a response from you, so he was shocked to find you curled up and asleep on the couch. Smiling softly, he went to you, before picking you up, laughing to himself as you nuzzled into him, before he took you to your room and tucking you in. Taking his phone out, he took a quick picture of you laying there all snuggled up to a pillow, before halfway closing the door and going to bed himself.

Over the course of the next few months, Namjoon had been nothing but kind and caring to you. Always making sure you were okay, and during this time, you were finally comfortable enough with him, that he was shocked the day you brought his hand up to your ears, a silent offer to pet them. Since then, he had taken a lot of opportunities to rub your ears, knowing now that it would help you sleep at night. Along with being cuddled by him. Everything was wonderful. Until this one day…

“Joonie! You’re back!!” You ran up to him, capturing him in a hug. He hadn’t been home much the past few weeks, as he had a very important case to work on. He was gone early in the mornings and gone until late at night.

“Y/n.” He gave you a tight lipped smile, making you tilt your head in confusion.

“Joonie? What’s wrong? Please tell me I didn’t do anything to make you angry with me and that’s the cause for your not being home.” You knew he had to work, but your insecurities came tumbling out, as you let out a squeak, realizing what you just said.

“Y/n, just stop for once, ok? I feel like I’m suffocating with how you’ve been hovering over me. I get it. You’re worried and all. But do you think you could tone it down a bit?”

Lowering your head, you mumbled out, “Ok. Good night Namjoon.” You kept your head low as you walked back to your room. You didn’t have the energy to slam it shut like you wanted to, but you did lock it.

You grabbed your little journal, and made an entry for the night.

*I waited up for Joonie. He hasn’t been home early lately. But I hover over him and suffocate him. Or so he says tonight. So, I guess I’ll stop with waiting up for him. And sleeping with him. Unless he explicitly asks, I just won’t do anything to ‘suffocate’ him. Well, I guess that’s all for now.*

After closing your journal, you climb into bed, hugging your oversized teddy bear close, drifting off to sleep.

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For the next week or so, you stopped randomly cuddling with Namjoon on the couch, instead opting to curl in on yourself with your head resting on the arm rest. You wouldn’t greet him at the door, and you’d begun to hide away in your room. He didn’t particularly seem to care about any of that, so you did it more often than not.

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Namjoon had finally finished the long case he’d been working on for weeks now, and felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders. He couldn’t wait to get home to you and snuggle. He sighed just from imagining it. As he stepped foot into the apartment, he noticed it didn’t seem lively like normal.

“Hey, Bunbun, I’m home!” He called out, hoping to entice you to come running to him like normal. He was met with silence, and that’s when he began to worry. You would always come meet him. He made his way through the apartment, checking each room til he came to yours. There you were, lying there, fast asleep, with Jimin next to you. Jimin was a cat-hybrid that lived across the hallway. Jimin had sat up when he walked in, and when he tried getting closer, he actually hissed at him!

“What’s up with you? I’ve never heard you hiss before.”

“Well I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t make her cry.”

“Woah woah, when did I make her cry? And why?” He was beyond confused, but saddened at the thought of you crying because of him!

“You apparently told her to, and I quote, ‘Tone down the hovering. It feels as though I’m suffocating.’ That is what you told my sweet little bunny. Have you been so busy, that you don’t have time for her? That you don’t even remember what you say to her? You know how sensitive she is. Anything you say, will affect her. Now leave, she needs to sleep right now. She spent the last hour crying to me after I came over when she called me.” Jimin huffed, and cuddled back up to you, making you nuzzle your nose into him, your small little tail wiggling in your sleep. He left the room, shutting the door behind him, and went to sit on the couch, contemplating how this came to be.

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“Hey little bunny. Wake up.” Jimin’s soft voice woke you from a very peaceful nap. Still half-asleep, you clung onto him, mumbling a 'five more minutes’, making him giggle cutely. “No my little bunny. You need to get up. One because I have to go back to my home for dinner, but two because you’ve got a visitor. And he really wants to talk to you. Also, you can literally smell how bad he feels. You should go talk to him.”

“Ugh, alright. But if I really want you to, can you come back over after dinner? If I really wanted you over here for the night?” You stared while pouting lightly, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, yes. But only if you don’t like what he says after all this.” He groaned, with you pumping your fist upwards in victory.

“Yes! But okay. You go on out, tell him I’ll be out shortly, ok?” You gave him one last, long hug, before he disappeared through your open doorway.

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“She’ll be down shortly. Don’t go in there. Let her come to you. Also, I might come back over if she really wants me to. I just have to tell Hobi and Yoongi.” His owners were pretty easy going, as they were close friends with Namjoon, so it wouldn’t be a big deal for him to come and spend the night. Used to happen all the time until you got comfortable around him.

Ugh, why did he have to be such an idiot and say those things. If only-

“Hey.” You had finally come out after some contemplation.

“Bunbun, hey. I need to apologize to you.” He grabbed your hand, guiding you to sit down beside him.

“Listen. I am so sorry to you Bunbun. I had been so stressed out, work was hectic. And I know that’s no excuse for what I said to you. But it started a chain reaction. I wanted to work as much as possible to get out from under all of it, to try and do it fast. Since I brought my work home with me, I never really had a break. I am so sorry for how I treated you. Will you ever forgive me?” He pleaded, and you stared at him.

“Okay.” You finally muttered after some time. His face lit up it was almost blinding.

“Okay? So all is forgiven?”

“Yes.” All it took was that one word confirmation for him to hug you, one hand resting at the back of your head, the other on your back. You felt him hold back on rubbing your ears, and you grabbed his hand and brought it to your ear, a silent offering he happily took. You were then practically purring, content to finally have things back to normal. Or, as normal as it could be with the both of you.

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Coincidences Part II (Bucky x Reader)

You guys have waited way too long for this and for that I’m sorry. But here it is, so I won’t start it with my usual long-winded preamble.

Happy Reading!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Modern AU thingy)

Words: 5046 (yikes, that’s the longest fic I’ve ever written)

Warnings: The usual tiny bit of swearing

Excerpt: For a moment, you wonder how this became your life. Yesterday, you were just another girl worrying about everything except her lack of a love life. Now that’s all you can think about because you’re flirting with a complete stranger. How insanely insane is that? For all you know, he could be a forty-something year old dude with three ex-wives and a beer-belly that could carry triplets. Somehow, though, you don’t think that’s likely.

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Your name: submit What is this?

New Message from Mr. Catarcs

3:42 a.m u up?

You blink your eyes blearily and shift in bed. The sheet is wrapped around your legs like sweaty vines, constricting your movement. You growl angrily and throw them off, sitting up and relishing in the cool air of your apartment. Despite the frigid cold outside, you somehow still manage to wake up sweating. Maybe you’re a mutant.

Glancing over at your phone, it dings again to impatiently let you know that you still haven’t opened the text that woke you up. Usually your phone is switched to silent because of your job at the diner. There are always so many phones going off that it’s almost impossible to tell which is which. It’s just easier having your phone on silent because then you’re never worried about whether your phone is ringing or if it’s someone else’s. It saves you a lot of unnecessary anxiety.

But ever since last night’s conversation with James, you decided that you wanted to hear your phone ring with a text. It’s the first time in your life that you don’t want to miss a text.

You pick up the offending piece technology and swipe it open. Sure enough, the text is from James and you grin despite the fact that this message is the same one that woke you at—you squint at your alarm clock—3:49 a.m.

Deciding you are both thirsty and in need of some time in the open air of your apartment and not under the suffocating sheets, you get up and stretch. The floors are cold as you pad to the kitchen and fill a glass with water, shooting a text back to James.

3:51 a.m I am now

You wait for an answer while downing your glass of water and putting the empty glass in the sink again. Maybe he fell back asleep when you didn’t answer right away.

For a moment, you wonder how this became your life. Yesterday, you were just another girl worrying about everything except her lack of a love life. Now that’s all you can think about because you’re flirting with a complete stranger. How insanely insane is that? For all you know, he could be a forty-something year old dude with three ex-wives and a beer-belly that could carry triplets. Somehow, though, you don’t think that’s likely.

You have no proof of this, and absolutely no reason to believe he isn’t a creep except for a gut feeling. You resolve to ask his age whenever he decides to answer you.

You think about that. He could lie to you and tell you that he’s 20 when he’s really a lot older than that. The only way you’d truly know is if you meet him in person.

Suddenly you’re a little dizzy. This is just way too much to worry about at four a.m. You decide to just talk to him. You genuinely like his personality, and you don’t have to worry about all that other stuff until you actually meet him. If you actually meet him. That’s a big, neon-colored, flashing sign in the middle of absolute nowhere if.

Your phone dings and you look over from where you’re clutching the counter. You don’t notice how hard you were gripping the counter until you pull your palms away and it stings, lines etching themselves across your palm.

4:03 a.m srry didnt mean to wake u

Before you can even formulate a response, he’s texting you again. A double text. Gasp.

4:04 a.m just couldnt sleep. i was wondring if u wanted to talk

You tilt your head at your screen. He’s up in the middle of the night, and the first thing he does is text you? Why? Does he not have other people he can talk to? A stupid part of you, the same part that wants to meet him in person, thinks that maybe it’s because he wants to talk to you.

Maybe he does. Probably not. It’s too much to hope for. All his other friends are probably asleep. Regardless, not answering is not an option. Well, it is, but it’s not one you’re likely to explore, not when your chest has those freaky bubbles in it and your stomach is doing that stupid flippy-thingy. Nope. This, you decide, feels like High School when a cute boy texted you first and the instinct to giggle shot up to level 12.

4:06 a.m alright. what about?

Capitals, Y/N. What the hell happened to capitals?

You take your phone and pad back into your room, perching yourself up against the headboard with your knees drawn up to your chest and your phone in your hands as you wait for a response. Worrying your bottom lip, your mind drifts to work. You’ll have to get up in about three hours to be at work on time. Man, you’re going to be tired.

It’s then that your phone dings. You decide then that talking to him makes it worth the fatigue.

4:11 a.m twenty questions?

4:11 a.m Fine, but since you woke me up you have to go first.

The three dots that mean he’s typing pop up three different times before the response finally comes through.

4:15 a.m whatd u go to school 4?

You laugh.

4:15 a.m getting down to the nitty gritty personal stuff I see

You think for a moment. Telling him what you do isn’t divulging too much about yourself, so you decide it’s okay.

4:16 a.m lol yup thats me. i want the deep personal stuff. might just ask what ur fav color is nxt

4:16 a.m 1. editing; 2. sorry, that’s sacred info

4:17 a.m 1 ah i understand y ur a grammar nazi now…2 obviously

Thinking for a moment, you decide that favorites are just too cliche. Any conversation anyone has with some new friend ends in questions that start with “What’s your favorite…” You really want to know how old he is, but you figure you need an ice breaker before you get to the actual nitty gritty.

First, though, you must take the bait to piss him off:

4:19 a.m What would you have done if I hadn’t gone to college?

With a yawn, you lie back down and curl on your side, sitting your phone on the nightstand in front of you with your eyes glued to it. Once you realize that staring at it isn’t going to make him type faster, you turn over.

You’re totally not too eager. There’s no—

Ding!

You flip over so fast that you rip the sheet from the other side of the bed and end up with half of it between your stomach and the bed. It pulls from the bottom corner of the bed and is slightly uncomfortable, but you don’t care.

4:22 a.m high school?

4:23 a.m I didn’t go to high school FOR anything

You’re not sure if the use of caps-lock is weird, but you send it off anyways, deciding that emphasis on that one word is crucial to your meaning. He replies within seconds.

4:23 a.m i mean dunno bout u but i went to learn

You laugh, probably louder than is necessary.

4:24 a.m Touche. What’d you go to school for?

4:26 a.m repeating questions isnt alowed

Frowning, you wonder if he actually didn’t go to college. Should you push it? Maybe you should just change the question. There’s a part of you, the curious part that wanted to be a reporter when you were young, that really wants to know.

There isn’t too much time for you to think all of that before he’s texting you again. Usually, you’re the one to mercilessly double-text. James, it would seem, has you beat in this department. Also, you didn’t want to double-text a complete stranger.

Before you even look at the text, it hits you again: this is a complete stranger. The thought of not answering enters your mind again, but you push it down. No harm in just talking if neither of you meet, right? Right?

Right.

4:27 a.m i joined the military right out of HS

It’s a real Oh moment, and you find yourself staring at your screen as if it’s a real person. The military? What are you supposed to say to that? What’s the protocol for a text that you’re not sure how to answer? Should you just leave it alone? No; if you leave it alone then he’ll think he freaked you out. He hasn’t. Your brain is just short-circuiting on an answer.

Should you think him for his service? No. Not yet. You don’t want to call too much attention to it in case he doesn’t want to talk about it or he’s had bad experiences, but you’re still not sure how to respond. Have you taken too long already?

You summon up some courage and type out a message.

4:31 a.m Oh wow. Well, what would you have studied if you had gone?

You cringe, totally not meaning for that to sound like you were completely skipping over the issue altogether. James doesn’t seem to mind though, if his response is any indication.

4:32 a.m hmm history i think. ive always liked ww2 4 some reason

4:33 a.m well you’ve got AP european history girl right here. 1 of only 11 in the whole senior class to take it.

4:34 a.m well, smartypants i get 2 q’s bc u asked 2

You feel that you handled that effectively, and you were already beginning to formulate a plan in your head while he thought about his questions.

See, you know next to nothing about the military or what it’s all about except that it is for valiant people who want to serve their country. You can respect that, but you want—nay, need—to learn more. Convincing yourself that it’s purely for research purposes and not for anything else.

Regardless, you need to know more. It’s probably better to get it from someone who has been through it rather than from some cold, impersonal online source. And besides, you just so happen to know someone who was in the military. Someone who, in fact, lost a limb in the line of duty: Bucky Barnes.

As far as you know, Bucky lost his left arm in the military. You’d asked him before how he lost it and he hadn’t answered you, opting instead to change the subject to Steve and his new (at the time) art studio. It had been suspicious, but you understand that it must not be easy to speak about something like that.

You’ll have to go talk to Steve tomorrow morning to get Bucky’s number, but you think that maybe you’ll treat him to lunch in exchange for him giving you some details about the whole military thing. At the company, you get an hour off for lunch, which is just enough time to go out, interrogate a friend (respectfully, of course), and head back before the hour is up.

The plan was formed and you had your head already set on it. By the time James’ reply comes in, you’ve tuckered yourself out thinking that whole plan out. It is really late—er, early—after all.

4:41 a.m 1 how was ur day 2 how r u likely to spend a friday night

4:43 a.m I feel like I’m taking a Buzzfeed quiz

You yawn again and type out your answers.

4:44 a.m my day’s just begun. it’s four a.m. And probably reading or something

You put your phone down, thinking that you’ll just leave it there and wait for his reply, but you end up turning over and falling asleep.

In the morning, you turn your phone on silent again while you get ready for work, playing some music while you apply some light make-up.

It turned out that James hadn’t answered you anyway, so you would have been up waiting for a text that wasn’t going to come. Good thing you passed out.

Glancing at the clock, you notice that it’s 7:02 a.m and that Steve should be up. You don’t have to be at work until 8 and it’s not a long bus ride to get to work so you figure you can spare half an hour to haggle your best friend into giving up Bucky’s phone number. You wonder why you haven’t thought to get it sooner, figuring that you just never needed it.

You and Bucky only ever hung out with Steve or the rest of the gang. He was a friend of yours, but the two of you had never been too close in the two years of knowing each other. That said, you had heard a lot about each other even before meeting from Steve, and Bucky had expressed in the past how annoying he found it when Steve was constantly mentioning you in casual conversation.

It was the same with Bucky for you. Steve had been talking about his best friend Bucky ever since you had met him. It was in that way that you and Bucky had gotten to know each other sort of inadvertently.

Heading out the door and across the hall, you knock on Steve’s door lightly a few times. He’s a light sleeper anyways, and you don’t want to wake the whole hall with loud knocking. You only opt for knocking this time in case he’s not decent or something. Otherwise, you would have used your key.

Sure enough, Steve answers the door within a few minutes, clad in flannel pajama pants, a white V-neck, and holding a steaming cup of coffee. It smells amazing, and you realize then that in your rush you’d forgotten to make yourself some.

“Got another one of those and half an hour?”

Steve raises an eyebrow but steps aside to let you in. He’s a morning person, so you were sure on your way over here that you wouldn’t receive any resistance.

“What do you need?” he asks you, pouring you a cup of coffee not unlike how he’d done it the night before. He pours in a generous amount of milk and some sugar before stirring it and handing it to you, just the way you like it.

Blow, sip—“Mm,” you hum. “I need Bucky’s phone number.” You say it as nonchalantly as you can manage so as not to raise any flags to Steve, but by his surprised expression you can tell that you’ve raised them all.

“Bucky? Why?”

You shrug like it’s no big deal. “He has some info that I need.” It sounds so covert and cheesy that you almost giggle, but you manage to keep your composure while sipping your coffee again.

Steve tilts his head to the side almost imperceptibly, leaning his back against the counter across from you as you sit at a stool by his island. Said island juts out from a wall to half-enclose the kitchen area like a wrap-around ‘J’ with the island as the tail.

After a few moments of silence, it becomes clear that Steve is waiting for you to elaborate, and when you don’t indulge, he sighs, setting his cup down and crossing his arms.

“Okay, but don’t call him now,” Steve says, already ruffling in a drawer for a pen and paper. “He—he has trouble sleeping, and he needs as much of it as he can get before he has to work. And he’s taking Friday off so he has to log in more hours to make up the difference.” Steve hands you a piece of paper with numbers scribbled on it.

“Got it,” you said, taking the paper and sticking it in your bag. “Thanks, Steve.”

“Yeah,” he smiles at you. “No problem.”

You stand and head to the door, plan in motion and feeling good about it. Then you remember something and turn as you’re walking toward the door.

“Steve?”

He lifts his head from where he’s still standing in the kitchen sipping his coffee. You realize you’ve left yours there, but decide that it’s okay. You’ll survive. Somehow.

“Yeah?”

“Mom is bringing over pasta around two, but I won’t be home,” you can already see his eyes lighting up. “I told her to make extra and that you should be back by then. Can you—”

“—keep it here until you get home?” He knows you so well, it’s scary. “Yeah, but don’t expect me not to try some of it first.”

You fix him with a warning finger. “I’ll be over at seven and I will expect there to be enough for dinner and lunch tomorrow.”

He holds his hands up. “Hey, we all know my metabolism requires a lot of calories per day, and two is just in time for a late lunch.”

“Steve,” you warn.

“Alright,” he laughs. “I’ll leave some of your mother’s pasta for you for dinner.”

“That’s all I ask.”

You walk back over, kiss his cheek, take one more sip of your coffee, and then leave.

You tap your foot on the ground impatiently as you wait at your desk for the clock to turn from 11:29 to 11:30 so you can head for a bathroom break to call Bucky and find out if he’s busy for lunch.

James hadn’t texted you all day, but you figure that’s okay. He doesn’t always have to text you. He has a life. You push him mostly out of your head, or you try to. You fail miserably.

He’s the reason you’re meeting with Bucky anyways. As much as you don’t want to admit it, that’s the truth. Of course, you can’t tell Bucky that. You’ll just sound stupid. And then Bucky will tell Steve and Steve will have some sort of “talking to strangers is bad” intervention with you. You definitely don’t want to endure that.

11:30 hits and it’s officially been half an hour since your actual bathroom break. You don’t want to call attention to yourself in the office that you share with a whole bunch of other people in too-tightly-packed cubicles. You grab the slip of paper Steve had given you and head to the elevator.

By the time you make it to the downstairs bathroom, you realize that you forgot your phone upstairs on your desk. Great. Now what are you going to do? If you go back up to get it, you’ll look suspicious. Of course, you shouldn’t really care what your coworkers think of you, but you do. Everybody says they don’t care about peer acceptance but most actually do.

It’s human nature.

You sigh angrily and look around. The lobby is all marble floors and a little shop where they sell overpriced snacks and drinks. There’s a desk to the left of the elevator bank with one woman sitting in a black wheelie chair making and taking phone calls.

Can you just ask her to borrow one of her phones? There’s an empty seat next to her. Maybe you can explain your situation and just ask this woman if you can borrow the phone.

The only thing is that you don’t know this woman. Your supers rented the office space with the endless rows of cubicles from the people who owned the building. This woman obviously works for the building management, and not for anyone you know.

You decide it’s better that she doesn’t know you. It’s less personal. You can call Bucky, discuss details, and be done with it.

You sidle over and lean on the high desk. Its polished marble top is so high that you have to lean over it a little to see the woman. She’s plump, with dark hair, blue eyes, and a squished face. She looks the opposite of friendly. She’s wearing a black headset that you realize is some sort of Bluetooth.

You wait until she is done speaking to talk to her.

“Um, hello?”

She doesn’t look at you for a moment, reaching up instinctively as if she thinks you’re in her headset before she realizes she’s speaking to a real person. She eyes you.

“What?”

You were right to guess she wasn’t very friendly.

“I was wondering if I could borrow your phone,” you say kindly. “I have to call someone and I accidentally left my phone upstairs.”

She looks bored and eyes you for another second before looking back at her computer screen. “Just go up and get it.”

“It’s urgent,” you lie. Man, this is going to be awkward after you make the call right in front of her and she finds out its personal.

She eyes you again. “You have five minutes.”

You smile at her. “I’ll only need three.”

You wait as she plops one of the black phones on top of the counter, and it’s so high that you have to go up on your tiptoes to see the number pad.

“Type extension 382 first, then the number.”

With that, she gets back to her work and you pull the phone from the receiver. You flatten the paper on the desk and do as she instructed.

You wonder if he’ll even pick up. This will be an unknown number to him, and you know that if it were you, you wouldn’t answer.

It rings three times before a familiar, gruff voice answers.

“Hello?”

“Bucky? It’s Y/N.”

He sounds surprised. “Y/N?” There’s a pause, a honking noise, and then he sounds as if he’s realized something. “Steve gave you my number.”

“Yeah,” you say. “I had to call you from a work phone, though.”

You catch the woman looking up at you briefly and can tell she’s annoyed that this is a personal call. You’re sure this call needs to be as short as you can possibly make it or else you’re afraid she’ll just cut it herself.

“Oh.”

“Listen, are you busy for lunch in, like, half an hour?”

Bucky thinks for a moment on the other line and the lady looks at you again, her gaze becoming more venomous. You’re pretty sure that once she looks at you a third time she’s going to end your call for you.

Just as you’re about to scold him for an answer, Bucky speaks up.

“Yeah, I’m—”

You feel bad, but you have to cut him off.

“Okay, great. Meet me at the Deli down the street from Steve’s studio at 12 sharp. My treat.”

Bucky chuckled on the other end. “Your treat? What do you need from me?”

You smile despite the situation. “Just your brain.”

“Sure you don’t want Banner or Stark for that one?”

“I’m sure,” the woman was giving you her last angry glare. You had to go. “See you then, Buck.”

“Looking forward to having my brain probed. Bye, Y/N.”

You hang up, thank the lady, and make your way back upstairs as fast as you can. 12:00 can’t come quick enough.

Bucky wonders what you want to talk to him about as he drives a company truck to the deli and parallel parks a couple blocks down. The flatbed of the truck is filled with mismatched pieces of junk, from broken computers to the plastic from the top of a printer. It’s all stuff that can be broken down and reprocessed at a plant.

The city is taking down an old building and putting a new office building up in its place. It’s Bucky’s job as the assistant to take all the not-so-useless junk and dispose of it somewhere where it can be reused.

He doesn’t have to be at the plant until two, and he finished loading everything up early, so he has about two hours or so to spare.

Walking into the Deli, he’s hit with a wave of merciful heat and he immediately pulls his coat off. The deli is small with few patrons a small line for take-out. One woman is sipping an iced coffee through a straw while she types madly on a computer. Two men are sitting at a table wearing yellow vests and eating huge subs. Bucky wonders if he would have ended up as one of them, working for the DPW if he hadn’t begun working with the demolition company.

It takes him barely a moment of looking around to find Y/N sitting in a corner flanked by two windows with an empty seat across from her. There’s a wrapped sandwich and a water sitting on the table in front of the other seat.

She’s smoothing out the wrapper of her own sandwich as if the creases in the paper wrapping are offending and should not be allowed to exist.

“Hey,” he says, walking over and taking a seat in front of her.

She looks up at him and smiles. “Hey,” she shoots back, and then nods to the sandwich. “Got you a BLT.”

Bucky’s suspicions are steadily growing. He pulls the paper from around the sandwich and lays it on the table as Y/N had done, though he couldn’t care less about the creases. He looks between the sandwich and the girl, eyeing both with the suspicion of someone who thinks he’s being played.

“What’s this about?” he asks.

She swallows and puts her sandwich down, looking like she’s about to ask him a ground-breaking, life-changing question. Her eyes quickly flick over to his arm and he’s suddenly very sure he knows what this is about.

But that’s strange. Yesterday—or really early this morning—he was talking to Y/M/N about him having been in the military. Now Y/N is eyeing his arm like she really wants to ask what happened but she doesn’t want to sound impolite.

Then there’s the fact that they’re both editors. That’s weird. And how Y/N reminds him of Y/M/N.

He’s an apopheniac, he has to be. He’s seeing coincidences where there really aren’t any. It’s his brain playing tricks on him. In truth, maybe he just wants this strange girl to be Y/N. Though, probably not. Then again, maybe this whole time he thought he was jealous of Y/N for being so close to Steve, he was really jealous of Steve for being so close to Y/N.

That thought derails him so fast that he doesn’t hear it when Y/N actually asks her question.

She lets out a breath as if it’s a load-off to finally ask him, and he’s struck with the realization that if he says he didn’t hear her, she probably won’t take it well. He waits for her to say something else, but when she doesn’t he takes a leap of faith based on her glance at his arm.

“You want to know how I lost my arm,” he says, rather than asks. If her expression of shock and discomfort is any indication, he’s screwed up.

Big time.

Shit.

“I mean,” she straightens in her chair. “I guess—it’s sorta part of it? Yeah.”

She sounds so lost and he feels so bad.

He still has no idea what her original question was though. ‘Part of it.’ His thoughts drift back to his earlier conversation with the girl he’s been talking to over text. The military. Could that be what Y/N wants to know about?

No, it’s just too weird. There’s no way. But he has to know.

“The military? You want to know about the military?”

She nods, looking slightly guilty. “Yeah,” he tries not to let his breath of relief show, “I—uh, fact-checking. I’m fact-checking an article.”

Bucky nods slowly, sandwich forgotten. She’s a terribly liar. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Sitting back as if she’s been punched in the gut, she blinks once, twice, three times—“I’m not lying.”

“Your body language gives you away.”

“Is that something you learned in the military?”

Bucky chuckles. “That’s something I learned from a whole lot of spy movies. Seriously, why do you want to know?”

She takes a bite of her sandwich and speaks around it. Altogether, not the most sexy, but that’s okay.

“Research,” she says slowly.

Bucky creases his eyebrows. “For?”

“For a project?”

“If you’re going to lie, at least lie with conviction,” Bucky says. “One of these days, I’m going to teach you how to lie the right way.”

Laughing, she pulls her chair in a little more and sits forward. The picture of seriousness, she says, “Alright, if I tell you, you need to promise me you won’t tell Steve.” She sounds reluctant to tell him at all. This must not have been her plan.

Bucky draws a cross over his heart with his index finger. “Cross my heart or hope to die.”

She shakes her head. “Gotta be stronger than that. You have to pinkie promise.”

He gasps dramatically. “Not a pinkie promise. This must really be serious.”

Reaching over, she swats his arm. “Buck, I’m serious.”

“Okay, okay,” he surrenders, holding up his pinkie. She links hers with his and he’s momentarily struck by how soft her skin is. Then it’s over. “Tell me.”

She steels herself, he can see it. Jeez, it must really be something serious or she wouldn’t be swearing him to secrecy using childish, yet efficient tactics. It strikes him that she tells Steve everything, same as him, so for her to say she doesn’t want him to know must mean it’s not necessarily something good.

He lets himself think for a moment that she might be about to confess that she’s the mystery girl he’s been texting. It’s much more likely, though, that she’s about to tell him she’s got feelings for Steve or something.

Steeling himself as well, he waits as she takes a deep breath.

“I may or may not—”

“You may,” he corrects. She glares at him.

“—have answered a text from a guy who was trying to text someone else—”

This is where Bucky stops listening and his internal monologue becomes one word:

Fuck.

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choisgirls · 7 years

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A/N: OH NO THIS WAS A WHILE BACK AND IM SO SORRY BUT I REALLY HOPE EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT NOW???? And i'm not afraid of needles per say but the feeling of getting your blood drawn or getting shots TERRIFIES me so when i had IV's the nurses always had to numb me or i'd go swinging (YOU REMINDED ME I HAVE TO GET A BLOOD TEST TOMORROW THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME ADULT BUT IMMA DIE) ~Admin 404

(also you submitted this instead of it being in the inbox so I mean i tried to answer in a way where you’d still get the notif <3)

*YOOSUNG:

-MC ARE YOU OKAY WHAT'S WRONG

-Tried to comfort you by telling you all the medical terms for everything and tried to sound official

-"You fucking dork you study medicine for anIMALS, THAT ISN'T GONNA HELP ME"

-But he kept trying anyway!!! He kept trying to show you that it's all going to help you!!!

- this is making it worse yoosung please

-He literally cries with you because he doesn't want his MC to be this upset

-Yoosung how does crying help me it just makes it ten times worse????

-SUDDENLY HAD A REALIZATION! He would do to you what his mum would do for him!

-He grabbed your hand and started to draw little animal faces on the back of it and made you guess them, so you'd focus on that instead of the IV!

-Afterwards he'll cuddle you like crazy and constantly tell you how brave you are!! He's so proud of you!!

*ZEN:

-He's so extra

-Throwing himself against your bed, throwing himself down into the chair, throwing himself against the wall

-"OH NO! MY MC! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! MY DARLING!" shut the hell up

-Immediately straightened up when he sensed that you were afraid of something

-Holds your head against his chest and runs his hand up and down your back

-Sings softly against the top of your head to help calm you down

- singing softly didnt last long because he started to belt out the songs

-But that's okay? Because it makes you really happy and you appreciate what he's trying to do for you!

-Also, he's this badass who was in a motorcycle gang but watching someone get an IV freaks him out

-He's the one who almost faints once he sees it in you wake UP YOURE NO HELP TO ME PASSED OUT

*JAEHEE:

-"MC it's just a little needle, it's not even that big"

- and that makes a difference how???

-She actually feels really bad because she's trying to calm you down but??

-She's secretly afraid of them as well

-It's not the "im being stabbed with a needle" kind of fear but the whole "holy shIT LIQUID comes OUT OF THIS LITTLE THING and it GOES INTO ME" kind of thing

-When pretending to be Cool Calm Collected(tm) didn't work, she decided to tell you her fear of them as well

-And knowing you aren't the only one afraid actually helps??

-Like now the two of you can cuddle in fear when the nurse gives you the IV

-And there's no judgment when you practically crush her hand in fear

-Lots and lots of cheek kisses because she thinks you're really brave for letting them put it in <3

*JUMIN:

-"MC, you'll be fine, please stop fighting the nurses"

-"Tensing up is only going to make it worse. Nurses usually only have to poke you once. Very rarely do they have to put the needle in more than once"

- wow okay i feel so calm already thank you

-But he's seriously the sweetest??? He went and found out which nurse is the best at it so you wouldn't feel a thing, but he didn't tell you that

-He tried to play it cool for you but deep down he's also freaking out- he's afraid for you because first of all you're in the hospital, secondly you're deeply afraid of the needle heading towards you

-BUT IT'S FOR YOUR HEALTH MC YOU NEED TO HAVE IT. OTHERWISE HE'D MAKE IT GO AWAY

-He'll break down and hold you close, running his fingers through your hair and murmuring that it'll all be alright

-If you start to cry, he'll always be there to wipe your tears (whether by his thumb or kissing them away what a CUTIE)

- do you wanna look at pictures of elizabeth

-He's always there too. If Jaehee tries to call him in for work he makes her bring it to him. Refuses to leave jumin just go to woRK

*SAEYOUNG:

-Knowing him, he'd probably do the same thing as Jumin, where he demands the best nurse to give you the IV

-He's also very extra, but he's just trying to take your mind off of it!

-Sets up a scenario where the two of you have to play pretend- the IV has the antidote that's dire to your mission and he's the knight whose sworn duty is to make sure you get it and stay safe

- what a nerd but you play along anyway because it's fun

-Acts like a complete idiot, dances around the room, he even impersonates each of the other members to make you laugh

-Keeps messing with the equipment around the room and makings puns based off of them

-He also messes with the settings on your bed and you want to be mad as hell but it's actually kind of funny?

-Like he's giggling more than you every time he presses a button and it's so cute you can't help but just let him do it

-Team Lemme Kiss Your Face Until You’re Not Scared Anymore

-He even licks your face?? Like he does it the moment the needles about to touch you because now you’re focused on the fact that his freaking saliva’s all over your face

*V:

-Crying more than you are

-DON'T HURT HIS MC

-DON'T BE SCARED MC IT'LL ALL BE OKAY

-Literally never lets you go. You're always against him

-The nurses and doctors keep trying to at least get him to back away and just hold your hand but he looks like a lost little puppy

-The type to constantly kiss every inch of your face the moment they tell you that they need to put in the IV

-Always protective but never ever rude to the nurses, he's as gentle with them as he is with you

-If listening to what the nurses or doctors have to say scares you, he covers your ears and puts them in less frightening words for you afterwards

- because lets be honest sometimes the technical words for things are scary as HELL when all they really need to say is "we're gonna smack ya knee with this hammer thing"

-Distracts you from all the needles by kissing you gently because he just wants to give you all the comfort he can give you through his love

*SAERAN:

-He doesn't get the big deal with needles?

-He's got a tattoo, he's dealt with needles, he just doesn't get it

-He does see how absolutely terrified you are though

-Feels absolutely terrible because?? He didn't mean to dismiss your fear of needles but he also just doesn't understand

-So he just silently holds your other hand and brings your head to his chest when the nurse comes at you with the needle

-He'll make sure you can't see the needle or the nurse, so you don't know when it's happening

-Completely distracts you by telling you a story

-Usually the stories consist of Saeyoung doing something ridiculous and him walking in on it

-Even if you've heard the story before, you still laugh and it not only calms you down but?? You don't even feel the IV?

-He's always right there for you the whole time you're in the hospital. You tried to be there for him when he was, so the cutie is gonna do the same for you!!

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MY BEDSHEETS SMELL LIKE YOU || AIRIC

Characters: Eric Weston and Airi Cohen-Chang

Location: Airi’s apartment

Notes: Things go well after dinner and they decided to have dessert. Twice

Warnings: Smut

Airi tucked some of her hair behind her ear and gave Eric a smile. Ever since they met up again in person, she was feeling the butterflies once more in the pit of her stomach. She pressed the button to go up to her apartment, glanced over at him and lightly bit down on her bottom lip. "You still look handsome as ever in a suit." She complimented and rested against the door frame of the elevator before she heard the ding of the door opening. She stepped into the elevator and looked at him over her shoulder.

Eric couldn't help but chuckle at her comment as he leaned against the wall of the elevator, looking over at her and checking her out shamelessly. Airi looked pretty hot and as beautiful as ever, if not more than before. "And this isn't my most formal suit," he grinned at her. Dinner and catching up on the other's life after seven years was nice, but their text conversation was still on his head and he wondered if she was telling the truth about her desires. Eric may have grow up and wasn't that much of a player anymore, but he wasn't going to deny his own need for sex every now and then. "You look good tonight too, by the way," he said as he approached her slowly, standing close to her.

Airi grinned as she looked at him and closed the distance between them as she interlaced their fingers together. "Its not much, though." She said, ran her finger along the side of his hand and could feel the blush spread across her cheeks.

Eric "You and your modesty," he laughed as he felt her hand on his, interlacing their fingers together. "I really mean it, you look good, like always," he smilled down at her, noticing the blush on her cheeks, which made him smirk. "I've had a great time and I have the feeling we're not done yet," he got closer to her to the point he trapped her against the wall and then leaned in, "and which is better, the fun part comes now, don't you think?" he whispered against her ear before his lips barely brushed against her earlobe.

Airi shrugged slightly. "What can I say?" She asked, glanced up at him and nodded as she knew that her blush was still on there. "Thank you." She matched his smile and saw his smirk. She shook her head as he gotten closer to her, ran a hand down his front and smirked a bit. "Nope, not even close." She felt her back against the cold wall, sending shivers down her body and smirk as he whispered against her ear and turned her head slightly towards him. "Don't have to tell me twice." She whispered back as she cupped his cheek and captured his lips in chaste kiss. She could feel her beat faster against her chest as they kissed. It was a familiar feeling that washed over her, and knew that she had been missing this.

Eric felt a chill through his spine when Airi finally kissed him, even if it was just a soft and chaste kiss. It brought back memories from when they were at PSU, even if they weren't an item, but all the memories and unspoken feelings hit him like a truck, something familiar that awoke things on him, that made his heart beat faster as they kissed. Eric didn't waste any time and intensified the kiss, sweeping his tongue on top of hers as he pressed his body against hers, sliding his hands down her body, from her waist to her ass, grasping it gently as they made out in the elevator.

Airi let out a soft moan when she felt his body against hers along with his hands on her ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as she ran her fingers through his short hair and brushed her tongue on top of his. The countless memories of them making out, spending time together and just together even if they weren't an item. She broke the kiss, let out a breath and licked her lips as she stared at him. She gave him a smile before she captured his lips again, in a more passionate kiss and pulled him closer to her.

Eric couldn't help but moan in her mouth as they kept kissing as if they were alone in the world. He wasn't sure if there were still feelings there from her side, but no matter what, he was glad they met that night at his concert and they kept in touch, even if it was only for sex. He would still be happy if it was only for that. Suddenly, a bell rang to announce them they were at her floor and he couldn't help but groan in frustration after breaking the kiss. "Fuck," he cursed, "now I'm going to hate elevator sex," he laughed.

Airi smirked against his lips when she heard him moan and wrapped her arms around his neck as she deepened the kiss between them. She definitely had feelings for him, still. Maybe her ex-wife knew that but either way, she wasn't for sure he had any feelings for her. She rested her forehead against his gently after he broke the kiss and let out a breath. "I know." She agreed with a breathless laugh as she carefully got down and looked at him. "Want to go in and have a night cap?"

Eric laughed along with her and smiled at her as she got down. There was a lack of contact that frustrated him a bit, but he knew that would be over in a matter of minutes or even seconds. Eric smirked at her suggestion and pulled away. "Lead the way, girl," he replied as he held her hand and got out of the elevator, dragging her with him with a devilish smile on his lips.

Airi bit her lip once she saw his devilish smile and headed towards her room. She got the card out, swiped it and pushed it open before she dragged him into her place. She shut the door, locked it before she tossed her things onto the counter. She turned around as she captured his lips once more and smirked as she ran her tongue along his bottom lip.

Eric couldn't help but smirk as they got inside her apartment, a place he had never been before and it was nice, but he'd focus on that later. Now all he wanted to do was to kiss her and do all the things they did seven years ago at his place or hers. The kiss caught him off guard, but he couldn't help but smirk against her lips and push her against the nearest wall like he did in the elevator minutes ago, only that there wouldn't be any interruptions now. He kept on kissing her fiercely, tasting her lips and mouth as he pressed his semi-hard on against her as his hands held her hips against the surface.

Airi smirked as she wrapped her arms around his neck as she returned the kiss and let out a moan when she felt his semi-hard on. She ran her hands down his chest, pushed up her dress and jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist. She ran her fingers through his hair, rocked her hips against his and smirked as she tugged gently on his hair. "Ive missed you." She murmured into the kiss, not remembering if she had said it before.

Eric smirked as he heard her moan, something that egged him on to intensify the kiss and bit on her bottom lip, tugging on it gently as his hands held her ass under the fabric of her dress, feeling the warm flesh against the palm of his hands as he brought his lips to her neck, kissing on her neck and sucking slightly on it. "I've missed you too," he mused against her neck as he pushed her against the wall, but he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to be in that position for much longer, even if holding Airi was like holding a feather for him "Bedroom?"

Airi let out a breath when she felt his lips on her neck and titled her head off to the side as she closed her eyes. She opened up them as she looked at him and nodded. "Yes please." She hopped down from him, grabbed his hand and tugged him towards her bedroom. She didnt want to waste anymore time, when she wanted him and wanted him now. Once she was in her bedroom, she slipped off her shoes and took off her dress before she was in her bra and thong. "Do you have a condom?"

Eric let out a frustrated groan when she pulled away from him, but a smirk was drawn on his lips when she held his hand and dragged him to the bedroom, not even wasting time and stripping to her underwear right away, which was a familiar view, but improved. His eyes couldn't help but take in all that exposed skin, making him grin as he had an idea. Eric grabbed her by her hips and threw her to the mattress, not even letting her touch him as he pulled away and started to take off his jacket and shirt, working on his buttons so painfully slow to tease her. "In my wallet, is there something I should know? Like, any birth control or anything?" he asked as he stood at the feet of the bed, looking at the beauty laying in front of him with a smirk on his lips. He was definitely going to enjoy this.

Airi whined when he started to tease her before she smirked at him and slipped her hand into her underwear as she locked eye with him. "Im on birth control." She answered, shimmed out of her underwear, itching to start without him and lightly bit down on her bottom lip as she reached up behind her to take off her bra with the other hand.

Eric took the condom off the wallet and left it in the bed before he unzipped his pants, watching Airi get rid of her underwear with a smirk on his lips. "Good," he grinned at her as he pulled down his pants along with his boxers, freeing his erection from its cage before taking off his shoes as well. "I'm pretty sure you get told this very often, but you look so good," he said as he leaned in, leaving a kiss on her navel, even a bite on it because he felt lucky. "So fucking good," he said between kisses and then looked back at her from his position.

Airi nodded as she shivered when she felt the cold air hit her center. "Thank you, well, those people are paid to tell me I look so good." She said as he left a kiss on her navel and rake her teeth against her bottom lip. "Good, that's means I'll look fucking good riding you."

Eric couldn't help but smirk at her words. "I doubt you'd look back while riding me, but as much as I'd like to have that view... who said you'll ride me tonight?" he whispered as he brought his lips further and started to leave kisses where the waistband of her thong was, on her hipbones, on everywhere and getting close to her core but not enough. "Besides, I haven't had my dessert yet," Eric grinned at her as he spreaded her legs to see how wet she was and licked his lips. "And I've got better at it over the years," he said before leaning in, kissing her inner thighs until he reached her core, teasing her folds with the tip of his tongue.

Airi lightly bit down on her bottom lip when she saw his smirk. "Me." She whispered as she started to feel his kisses where her thong was at. She could feel herself throb even more at his words, spread her legs even more and raised onto her elbows. "Good," She gotten out before she felt him tease her folds with the tip of his tongue. "F-fuck." She moaned out and licked her lips as she gripped the sheets.

Eric had to bite his tongue to not say anything in that moment and just lifted his head and smirked at her before kept on using his tongue on her to fuck her. Eric licked her folds a couple of times with a flat tongue before his fingers started to tease them, looking for the clit as he teased her entrance with his tongue, and once he found it, Eric started to rub it in circle as his tongue entered her, fucking her at the same rhythm he played with her clit.

Airi saw his smirk and let out another moan when he went back fucking her with his tongue. "Oh my god, I-I want you." She breathed out as she arched her back and moved her hips with his movements. She ran her fingers through his hair and tugged on his hair. "Eric, please." She reached behind her, unclipped her bra and tossed it to the side.

Eric looked up at her as soon as he moaned out and couldn't help but smile before climbing up to her body, hovering over her as he looked at her and licked his bottom lip. "Yeah?" he teased her as his hand sneaked between their bodies until it reached her crotch, teasing her entrance once again. "You could have let me help you to get off with my tongue, but," he paused as he lowered his head, taking in his mouth one of her nipples and wrapping his lips around it, letting it out with an audible 'pop', "you also deserve to have your fun, so..." he trailed off as he kept on teasing her nipple, nibbling on it lightly as he entered her with two fingers and used his other hand to guide hers to his member.

Airi nodded as she let out a heavy breath and whimpered when he teased her entrance once again. "I could've, but I want to ride you." She arched her back when she felt him take one of her nipples in. She groaned when she heard the pop, felt his fingers entered her and felt him kept teasing her nipple along with him nibbling on it lightly. She slipped her hand out of his, smirked a bit before she rolled them over, after sliding his fingers out and wrapped her hand around his member. She made eye contact with him as she licked the side of his member as her hand went up and down before she wrapped her mouth around him as she began to massage her clit.

Eric groaned in frustration as Airi rolled them over and she was on top of him. "You're gonna be the death of me," he laughed as he let his head tilt backwards and closed his eyes, but he couldn't help but look down as he felt her hand on him, stroking him and making him fully hard as she licked his member in a teasing way, fucking him with her eyes right before she took him inside his mouth, which made Eric moan softly. As soon as he noticed her hand sneaking between her legs, he smirked and managed to sit in the middle of the bed, running his hand through her hair and keeping eye contact. "Are you going to get off too, sweetheart?"

Airi laughed when she heard him and continued to stroke him. "At least you'll be happy." She licked the top, dipped her tongue along the slit and moaned against him. She glanced up at him, smirked against his member as she moved her hand faster and pulled her mouth off of him with a pop. "I am, while I get you off." She reached over, pulled out a condom from her nightstand and opened it up before she rolled it on. She was still amazed on how much she remembered what condoms to get him. She hovered above him as she placed her hands on his shoulders and sunk onto him, feeling him filling her up. She started to move her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, nipped at his bottom lip.

Eric couldn't help but laugh at her answer. "True," he said softly as he watched her move, groaning as she stopped pleasuring him with her mouth but smirking once he realized what she was up to. "Wise choice," he chuckled as she watched her put the condom on him and helped her to get on top of him, placing his hands on her hips as she sunk into him, feeling himself entering her and moaning at the familiar sensation he didn't forget about over the years. "Oh fuck," he moaned out against her lips as he held her closer, sliding his hands up to her sides as he crashed his lips against hers in a hungry kiss.

Airi giggled as she nodded and looked at him. "Yeah," She breathed out as she felt his hands on her hips and let out a moan. She started to move her hips, showing him what he had been missing and deepened the kiss between them. She ran her fingers through his hair, rolled her hips as she brushed her tongue against his and nipped at his bottom lip. "Fuck Eric." She gripped the headboard as she continued to ride him and felt her breasts bounce up and down. She broke the kiss, let out a breath as she leaned in towards his ear. "I want you to show me what you've got and hard too." She tugged on his earlobe with her teeth and smirked a bit.

Eric attached his mouth to one of her nipples as she gripped the headboard, giving him a nice view of her breasts bouncing in front of him, but he couldn't help but let go of it and smirk as she whispered on his ear saying she wanted more. That was what encouraged him to push her away in a way he was still inside her, rolling over until he was on top of her. "Like this?" he breathed out as he thrusted into her harder, deeper, faster, fucking her senseless with a smirk on his lips as his hands held her hands against the mattress for a second, then Eric placed them on her sides. "I hope you don't have any photoshoots in the next couple of days..." he whispered on her ear before his mouth was attached to her neck, biting and sucking on her pulsepoint, which would probably leave a hickey.

Airi let out a moan when she felt his mouth on of her nipples and started to move faster. She felt him pushed her away and felt the bed underneath her. "Fuck yes!" She moaned out when she felt him thrusted into her harder and gripped his shoulders as she tried to keep up with the pace of his hips. She arched her back, wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her. "I-I don't.....Fuck Eric." She felt her eyes fluttered shut as he started to suck on the pulse point and bit down on her bottom lip. She gotten her hand free, ran her fingers through his short brown hair and placed a hand on his upper back.

Eric felt powerful when he heard her moan, which was pure music to his ears. He felt her nails digging on his skin, getting half pain, half pleasure from it which egged him to keep going, keeping the same pace as his lips stopped playing on the skin of her neck. "Fuck..." he moaned out as he put his forehead against hers, staring at her as he felt he was starting to feel that bubbly sensation in the pit of his stomach.

Airi arched her back as she felt herself beginning to feel the bubbly sensation in the pit of her stomach. "E-Eric." She moaned as he put his forehead against hers and rolled her hips even more. "I-Im so close."

Eric bit on his bottom lip for a second as he heard she was close, and so was he. He placed his hands on her waist and slid them down her hips, controlling her moves so they matched his. "Fuck, me too," he moaned against her lips before nipping on her bottom lip, and then kissed her lips and brought them to her jawline until his lips were in that spot behind her ear. "Come for me, Airi. Fucking come for me, beautiful," he whispered as he kept on thrusting into her, not sure for how long would he last, but all he wanted was to make her come first.

Airi gripped his shoulders and felt herself tighten around him before she reached her climax. "Eric." She moaned out, keeping her hips moving against his and arched her back as she felt herself come undone around him. "Come for me baby," She rolled her hips up into his and smirked, making sure he would come.

Eric smirked as he heard her moan and reach her orgasm, hopefully the first of many orgasms of the night. He licked his lips as he kept thrusting into her, not lasting for much longer since he came seconds after her with a loud moan. "Airi," he moaned out as he stayed still for a second as a way to reminisce all those moments after their climax when they used to fuck back at PSU, and fuck, those moments of peace hit him hard. Eric placed his hands on her waist as he placed his forehead against hers for a moment to calm himself down and enjoy the post-sex bliss before he could pull away and roll in the bed, closing his eyes as he tilted his head backwards in the pillow. "Fuck," he breathed out and smiled, still trying to regain some strength, "I've missed this."

Airi kept her eyes closed and licked her lips as she listened to their breathing, feeling his forehead against hers and his hands on her wrist. She felt the memories of them fucking at PSU and her falling in love with him, hit her pretty hard and smiled softly. She ran her hands through her hair, nodded as she rolled onto her side and looked at him. "Mhm, me too." She lightly bit on her bottom lip, carefully took off his condom and tossed in the wastebasket before she gotten up. "I'll be right back." She gotten up, after she could feel her legs and went into the bathroom. Once she was done, she washed her hands and smirked when she noticed the hickeys before she headed back into the bedroom.

Eric laughed and tried to pull her closer to give her a kiss, but Airi was quick and got up after taking off the used condom, and he watched her as she walked towards the bedroom, checking out her ass as she walked away. Once she was out of sight, Eric stretched his arms and got in a sitting position, leaning his back against the headboard and placing his hand behind his head as he waited for her. "I wonder how did those appear on your neck," he teased her when she entered the room with a smirk on his lips.

Airi smiled as she got onto the bed and straddled his hips. "Hmm, I wonder too." She said before she gave him a kiss and nibbled on his bottom lip before she sat by him. "You know what's unfair? You don't have any hickeys and I feel like I should change that."

Eric arched an eyebrow at her suggestion and his hands reached for her waist, pulling her closer and wrapping them around it. "And what's stopping you, babe?" he smiled at her as his fingertips played on her skin, looking at Airi straight in the eyes. "I could also leave some more hickeys between your legs later before I leave this room, how does that sound?"

Airi shrugged as she wrapped her arms around his neck, dipped her head and started to leave hickeys. "Sounds like the best idea yet." She murmured before she nipped at his skin and sucked on it gently.

Eric chuckled as he tilted his head to the side to leave her some room for her mouth and her ministrations, which made him let out a groan as she started to suck on his skin. "I know, I have golden ideas," he smirked as he put his hands on her ass and helped her to get on top of him, kneading it gently as he let out small moans as her mouth did its job. "Hmm, round two, babe?"

Airi smirked when she heard him and felt him helped her get on top of him. She nodded, reached over for the condom and shut the drawer.

#para #para: airi #para: my bedsheets smell like you

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bbjhfgjngdbliy-blog · 7 years

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Saihen of the Sound part 3 The Unseeing Gaze

He had spent weeks inside the cave mending his wounds. "Im no Kabuto but I still think I did and okay job" He spoke to the empty cave. No answer was given. He felt slightly confused as to why that disappointed him. "Ive been in this cave too long." He muttered to himself. "This is what I get for thinking I could take the raikage and his B. I was so stupid I thought myself smarter than the enemy. I underestimated my foe. Orochimaru would be so disappointed!" His throat tightened as he spoke this. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the musky smelling wall behind him. In his mind he saw a face silhouetted with no features except the eye of "that" clan. The voice echoed through his mind "Pathetic. If thats all you have then you are truly worthless to me. No wonder I had to give my life. It's becuase you couldn't help me think of a better way." The eye got closer and Saihen could feel the disdain coming from it. "IT'S YOUR FAULT I'M DEAD" Saihen jerked awake ignoring the wetness he could feel on his cheeks. It's just a dream At least thats how he tried to convince himself to calm down. The emotionally distraught shinobi stood up and grabbed the summoning scroll laying by his bedroll. Without this it would've been for nothing. The scroll and the absence of his custom arm is all the proof he has of his encounter. His wounds healed he sets off for the Village of the Leaf. Hoping to run into a old friend. The journey to the leaf was uneventful. The aide of a kind vender kept him from halving to walk the whole way. While riding on her cart the woman had offered him a lift saying the leaf was her destination. Saihen accepted of course it was a very long walk. As he climbed into cart he took a look at her. Her short red hair hair that fell past her ears. He took notes of the dark kimono she wore and her arm guards. She held out a hand to help him up. But what caught his attention most were the blue of her eyes. One was a dark blue like the sky before a storm but the other was a light blue like a still lake. Along the way they chatted about multiple things. The woman was actually delivering a shipment of medical supplies and rare tea leaves to a cafe ran by a woman named Kaika. "Really all types are allowed there she doesnt descriminate. She was a medical nin before the shop opened. Since then she rarely leaves." The woman smiles. "She offers asylum to any who need it no questions asked" Saihen smirks to himself What are the chances that he gets a ride to the exact place he was heading? Things might actually work this time. The woman stops talking with a confused look on her face "I am so sorry I dont believe I ever caught your name" Saihen started to lie but then decided the woman was no threat to his current goals. "You may call me Saihen" "You may call me Mai" She replied. After that they merely chatted about the weather and the state of the world. For two weeks they traveled together. The fact that no bandits or anything of the like attacked surprised Saihen. Multiple times along the trip he had thought they would be. He felt eyes watching and they passed through many perfect ambush spots. Yet Mai just kept on driving seemingly oblivious to the dangers. Maybe he was overreacting after all the war had changed things. Maybe bandits were no longer in these parts. "Maybe that new hokage brat actually has good security measures now" Saihen thought. "Well if bandits are no worries that merely leaves skirting the Anbu until I get what I need" As they approached the front gate of the village guards stopped them. One approached the cart. "Who are you and what is your business here" Mai reached into her kimono sleeve and withdrew a paper with the emblem of the leaf stamped on it "Im sure everything is in order." Saihen had never seen a guard look so surprised as he saw the paper "Yesyes of c-c-course go right in." Mai smiled "Why thank you" As the went through the gates Saihen was struck with the size of the village. It had grown so large since he was last here. The streets were packed with people runnings errands or just enjoying the weather. Skyscrapers dotted the skyline. The sky had airships coming and going. The mountain had more faces since he was last there. The stoic gaze of the new hokage gazed upon the village. Judging all those who traveled its streets. Turning to Mai he asked "How did you get through security so fast? They didnt even check us." Her eyebrows bunched together "Oh I must have forgot to mentio-" "My lord" Both Saihen and Mai heads turned to see a robed figure kneeling in front of them. Hood hiding its face "Any orders?" Mai looked down at him "At this time no. You did an excellent job go back to base with the others and rest up." The figure stood up and Saihen saw under the hood. His brain reeled from what he saw. " A ceramic mask! In the shape of a fox. Anbu.Lord?!!!!!!!!!?????? The bandits? Of course! That means.. Oh no" as the pieces fell into place. 'How did I not notice? Am I slipping this much?!" The thoughts raced in his head. He turned towords Mai and saw a slight smile on her lips. "Piece it together did we?" Saihen focused his chakra around himself ready to flare it out. "Release!" He fell to the ground agony racing up his arm. Yanking up his sleeve he saw a seal glowing on his forearm. "Of course why would anyone actually help me? Foolish" He looked up at her from the ground "So sorry about the ruse. But when the Raikage sent word that a one armed shinobi had attacked him and then I picked you up. It was just too much to resist. Didnt you find it strange i just happen to be going where you were planning on going? She laughed. "I assumed one as smart as you would figure it out but oh well. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Mai, high lord of the Anbu, the strongest of the leaf and you, well you are my prisoner. " From the ground Saihen tried to focus his chakra again only to be met with the same searing pain on his arm. "That seal on your arm prevents chakra usage of any kind as well as disguising my face. A custom made seal specifically crafted to aid in prisoner transport." Saihen struggled to his feet. A crowd of people had formed around them. He was sure she had other Anbu watching. He could use no chakra while this seal was on his forearm. He couldnt fight without his puppet arm. He was truly and utterly out of options. "I give up. You win" Saihen stood shakily "I surrender" Mai strode up to him "As I thought. come with me the hokage wishes to see you personally." As she turned and started to walk four Anbu dropped down around Saihen completly surrounding him. The crowd parted to let them through. "My own personal funeral march with her leading the way." Desperately looking for any way out. As long as the seal was on he was helpless. The Anbu kunoichi lead the way through back streets. "Probably to keep me away from the civilians. No collateral damage. No witnesses" Passing by an alley he saw a small basin used by blacksmiths to cool hot metal. As they approached the smith came out holding a red hot hunk of metal inbetween a pair of tongs. "This is my chance." Saihen launched himself towords the smith and pressed his hand against the metal "What are you doing?!" The smith took a step back as the smell of Saihens burning flesh filled the air. "Come on come on" Gritting his teeth as the metal seared the skin on his hand. He pulled it back to see that the seal and been divided cleanly in half by the burning. Ignoring his pain he touched the inside of his sleeve sending a bit of chakra to release the summon he had there. Instantly dozens of smoke bombs fell out of his sleeve filling the air with enough smoke to almost be tangible. "GET HIM HE IS RIGHT HERE STILL!" Saihen jumped onto the roof only to find an Anbu waiting for him "Damn. perimeter guard" The Anbu started to reach up to touch his communicater. Saihen launched himself at the ninja, arm drawn back and glowing with chakra "HIRODURAA" The Anbu recognizing the attack vanished. Saihen landed where the anbu was and stopped the chakra flow "Heh,didnt think that would work. They really are jumpy" He heard the sound of multiple feet landing behind him. Not even turning around he took off. Focusing on his surroundings as he leaped roof to roof. Then he saw it,Kaikas cafe safe haven to all. Even the anbu need express Hokage permission to go in. He landed on the street, ignoring the people staring ran as hard he he could towords the doors. All he needed to do was get inside. The he would have a few hours while the went through the process of getting permission. "STOP HIM HE HIS RIGHT THERE! STOP UNDER THE AUTHORITY OF THE HOKAGE UZUMAKI NARUTO STOP" Mai's voice sounded out behind him. He was sure she had a small army behind him but he dared not look back. As he approached the doors and saw the guards out front he started yelling his own message "ASYLUM ASYLUM" The guards in front of the cafe spread apart and openend the door to let him pass. The second he touched the inside of the cafe the doors were shut behind him. He looked around the cafe finding the owner standing behind a bar serving the most exquisite meals he had seen in weeks. The room was brightly lit and packed with people eating.Barely any of them paid him any attention apparently used to this kind of thing he sat down at the bar. "My name is Kaika you can tell me your name or not however you wish. You are safe here until the hokage himself tells me otherwise. You may stay as long as you wish. Now are you hungry or require any medical aide? " The owner was standing over him looking mildly shy but also eager to help. "I do have a slight burn I would like some treatment for" he pulled up his sleeve for the first time seeing the damge he did to his arm. The skin from his knuckles to halfway up his form was simply melted off. He could see the fiborous muscle under neath. Kaika gasped "That looks pretty bad however." She placed her palm over his burn and Saihen watched in amazement as new skin crisscrossed across the wound stitching it closed. He gazed up at the owner "I..I don't know what to say. Thank you" She smiles "Its not a problem. Is there anything else youd like?" "Actually is there someplace private we can talk? I need your help finding someone who may not want her name being broadcasted everywhere." Kaika nodded and motionend for him to follow Saihen got up and followed her to a back room.she shut the door behind them. The room was small and filled with boxes fhat smelled VERY strongly of tea "So who is it you need to find?" Saihen pulled the scroll from his robes and unrolled it on the table between them. He unlocked the seal and in a puff of smoke Sammehada appeared on the table and promptly wrapped its hilt around Saihen's wrist enjoying the chakra. "Her name is Abunai. We used to travel in the same circle so to speak. I merely wish to find her and return this." Kaika's eyes widenend. Her voice came out out slightly above a whisper. "Is that..HIS sword?" "Yes" "The one that Killer B took?" "Yes" "So that makes you the shinobi that attacked him and his brother and stole it?" "Yes" She sat down on a box. "You are a VERY wanted shinobi. The entire alliance has people looking for you. The Hokage, once he finds out that you are in here he will come himself. He and B were quite close In the war." Saihen was shocked. "How close?" She looked up at him a sad look in her eyes. "They were like brothers. The hokage takes family quite seriously." Saihen sighed. "I will be out of here as soon as I can I dont wish to cause trouble for you. Do you k ow where I can find her?" Kaika pulls out a map and marks a place on the map. "She told me if anyone is ever looking for her to send them there. I hear the beach its on is quite beautiful." Saihen fills with dread "That is months away without an airship. There are no non alliance airships. I can't possibly get there." Kaika is lot in thought for a moment "I think I can help that actually. One moment." She walks to the door and pokes her head out and starts talking. A few moments later a petite girl with curly bown hair and glasses comes in and smiles at Saihen. "Oh I can work with this." She drops a case on the floor "Im a but of a master at appearing to be someone im not. I bet you think im a girl" "Arent you?" She giggles "wouldnt you like to know? My name is pidge by the way and im going to change how you look" Kaika walks out saying "have fun you two" Hours later Saihen walks out of the room. He had to admit pidge did amazing. He has a new puppet arm that does things he hadnt even thought of. He walked with a limp thanks to uneven shoes. His eyes were a light green thanks to contacts and his hair was now down to his waist and a dark black thanks to some chakra enhanced growth. She even gave him a chakra suppression device to hide his chakra. Pidge had said any time he needed help he was welcome to get ahold of her she was fascinated by his ideas for applications of chakra and machinery. He thanked both her and kaika profusely and walked out the front door. Right past Anbu waiting outside. They didnt even look at him twice. The ticket clerk paid him no attention as he bought a ticket and took his seat on the airship He had a new identity courtesy of Pidge and a full belly courtesy of Kaika. He wished he could stay. As he watched the village grow smaller on the horizon he actually felt sad to leave them behind. "Another day perhaps"

#naruto #oc #dontread #LookawayLookaway #darkness #and dismay #is actually garbage

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dontvapeonthepizza · 7 years

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Story time

Lately life has felt a little impossible for me. It seems like my dreams are so out of reach its not even funny. I want to be a marine biologist, but the schooling and the money that goes into getting to that degree is insane. Sometimes i just want to give up and quit college. I know we all get like this sometimes. We all hit that rut of "im not good enough" or "im being unrealistic". Even when im in this rut myself, im here to tell you that you ARE good enough, and your dreams ARE realistic. I tell myself this every day. And i know that it can be hard to believe it when the world seems to fight every step you make in the right direction, but this earth is a huge, colorful place of opportunity and chance. One of the most important life lessons ive learned over the years is that everything is worth a shot. I cant guarantee myself ill get there, of course, but i try to look at everything with a "you never know unless you try" mindset. Heres a little story on why you shouldnt give up on something just because it seems so farfetched. Its a dumb story. Its a REALLY DUMB story lmao. Can i get a hooyah for angsty teenager experiences lmao? And its also long because i love detail. But it gives me a little hope when i encounter things that challenge me and challenge my abilities. So in the beginning of my senior year in high school, i had to take a semester credit of a computer course. I hate technology, and technology hates me. Ive always had bad luck with breaking phones and messing up computers in a way nobody thought was possible. So this course already sucked from day one. On our third day in class, i happened to look up at the front of the room and my eyes were drawn immediately to the cutest guy id ever seen in my life. This is where it gets all cliche lmao. Brown wavy hair, tall, glasses, handsome as all getout. I was shook honey. Shook to the core. But it only took me .5 seconds to decide that not only was he way out of my league but he was also way too handsome to talk to a chick like me. We had to do presentations in class. Things we learned, dumb high school teacher projects. You know what im talking about. Anyway, through those projects i learned his name (lets call him sam), that he was joining the marine corps, and not only was he ~☆stront silent type lmaooo☆~ but he was also wicked smart. With every detail i was drawn in even more, because alot of his interests and personality traits lined up with mine. Even if he wasnt a strapping young fellow with a stare that kills, he would still have been a dude who would have made a pretty good friend in my eyes. I had a thing for him still, but i just let it go. October came around, and our teacher forced us into assigned seats because some of the other kids wouldnt shut the hell up. Maybe you see where im going with this. Yep, i was assigned a seat right next to sam. Of course i said absolutely nothing to him. I was afraid to open my big dumb mouth and embarrass myself. But a few days after we were assigned seats, he leaned over during a lesson and cracked a joke about something that was on the board. I was taken back because i assumed that with his shyness he would keep to himself but no. He started to talk to me and he was fucking hilarious. By Christmas, we were decent friends. My crush was long forgotten. When the end of the semester came and we no longer had a class together, we exchanged numbers and parted ways. We didnt text at all over christmas break, but i honestly didnt expect us to. He came and went just like i thought he would. A week after school started back up in january, i complained on my SC story about being bored in my free period. I get a text from him almost immediately after i posted it. Turns out, we had a free period at the same time. We went out to lunch once, which turned into 5 times, which turned into spending every free period together. I met his best friend and we became a trio overnight. The three of us became the weirdest friends, doing alot together and chatting like we'd all known eachother our whole lives. It was only February. Things had picked up speed in the blink of an eye. My crush on him hovered dormant in the background. After all, i spent more time with him than his own girlfriend did. Why would i need to date him? By the end of may, he'd had enough of his girlfriend, who practically bullied him constantly. He broke up with her a week before our graduation, and our trio spent the next few days out on the town. Graduation day came and i remember bursting out of the crowd, cap and diploma in hand, looking around for anyone i recognized. Suddenly sam was right in front of me, and in my excitement i practically tackled him in a hug. Id never touched sam before that. Im just not a physical person. But that hug? I felt safe. I felt warm. It felt....natural. All at once my crush on him reignited. I went home that night terrified. Until that point, i was so happy just being a close friend. I was happy spending late afternoons in our stupid trio, going out to bad movies in theatres and laughing at horrible puns about politicians. He left in a month for the marines, and i had gone and fallen back in my feelings at a simple touch. I was fucked. Or at least, i thought i was. It started a few days after graduation. The touch of a hand, sitting a little too close during movie nights at his house, just constantly being together. 6 days after graduation, i laid down on his couch one evening while he went to get a drink. I was so tired that night for whatever reason. But you better believe i was wide awake when he laid down next to me and wrapped his arms around me. We started dating the next day. To think, it all started with a single glance from the back of that computer room. Turns out, he glanced back one day in class and saw me. We both carried this crush with us for so long, both content with a friendship, both rocked by that hug. I never thought it was possible. But here we are. Hes in the marine corps right now, and we write letters whenever possible. We have a strong long distance relationship. I told myself it wasnt possible because i assumed it wasnt. Life has a really weird way of twisting fate to make things work. So dont give up on that degree, or that cute barista at the starbucks down the street, or that cute apartment on the coast. It'll work out. If you want it, it'll find its way to you. Just make sure you put in your end of the bargain by working for it ;) trust me.

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