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loustyleshtommo · 1 year

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Why Perfect is totally about Taylor Swift

Yea I know Louis wrote the song with Harry and that’s exactly why I’m even MORE convinced that it’s about her.

Long story short, the description of Taylor’s physical characteristics minus her gender and how tall she is could practically fit Louis to the T. She is the PERFECT stand-in for a het narrative if Harry ever wants to write about Louis’s eyes, which is always, but I digress.

Meanwhile, Harry has green eyes and tattoos. Liz Huett has green eyes and Dianna Agron has tattoos. Harry is the PERFECT stand-in for a het narrative if Taylor ever wants to write about her ex-girlfriends, which should probably be never, but she couldn’t help herself. What should be over burrowed under my skin in heart-stopping waves of hurt and all that.

Good thing H is also tall. So when Tay wrote Karlie into Wildest Dream, Harry Styles™️ can take all the credits for HIM (which was totally written from Dianna’s POV but that’s another story for another time, just like how Out Of The Wood was totally written from Louis’s POV but again I digress.)

See the whole premise of Perfect is that “I might never be [things you expect an actual good lover to be] but I can be the one [for this specific setting aka when we’re stuck in the closet]”

So, yes, I constantly think about how Louis’s big Swift bird tattoo is related to Every bait and switch was a work of arts.

Like how it’s been ages, different stages, comes so far from Princess Park & This dorm was once a madhouse, I made a joke well it’s made for me:

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31 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

Not sure if someone did this already but I put coordinates from YouAreHome.Co on Google map. So feel free to do all the street view FBI?

51 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

The vibe of H’s As It Was is like an idealistic child who’s screaming IT’S NOT FAIR into the world while Lou’s Change is like a disillusioned kid who’s trying to hold it together in an unfair world and tell his friend that it’s okay, even when things aren’t fair, I’m still by your side, see?

52 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

My 2 cents on Taylor’s love life speculation:

She loves music and reads a lot. With how much time she always spend practicing and developing the skills of her crafts, she didn’t have that many friends growing up. Like creative kids everywhere, she started making arts through others’ lens. Her life experience as a child is not as dramatic and interesting to write about as a fix-it fic for Romeo and Juliet. Oh yeah, she started writing fan fic in a song.

She knew all she’s ever wanted was to make good music for a living. But that wasn’t a stable career’s path in the eyes of any sensible adults. So of course, her parents supported her but also encouraged her to have a plan B. Thus, the path to future @swiftonsecurity began. Because tinkering on the computer also allowed her to explore more sides of music, two birds in one stone, see?

Taylor was a smart kiddo. She didn’t need to actually go through a breakup to know how much it hurt. Hell, she saw her best friend went through heartbreak cuz somebody else changed their minds and the marriage of her own parents fell apart.

So when it came to choosing between a chance at love and a music career, it wasn’t even a choice for her fourteen-year-old self. It’s MUSIC. Of course, it’s music. A boyfriend, no matter how good they seemed at the start, will eventually break your heart. Stephen and Drew could get a fast track for that in her song. There.

So she jumped into the music industry headfirst, diving right in to the gigs and performing everywhere she got a chance. Basically hustle and put it the work. After signing with label, she quickly learned that “relationship” was part of the job and would help her realize her music career. Ok, cool. It’s not like she was slamming on her guitar to look for true love anyway. If saying she was dating someone when she wrote the song meant more album sales, then tell the story she would.

Then, her debut albums sold. Like they really did. Now, she had a band. For real, her very own The Agency. So cool. Opening the stage for her favorite artists. Best year of her life. And she might have a crush on the fiddle player. Emily. Who’s so cool she’s quitting the band after a year to go study in law school. Taylor would miss her a lot. Like a lot. Cuz this was the first time Taylor was kinda falling in love and it felt safe. almost FEARLESS. But no, actually. She found out that Emily didn’t necessarily want to quit the band. But apparently Taylor had been too obvious about being into Emily that the higher ups in the label suspected that she might be gay. And so they got rid of Emily, so to speak, to keep things from getting out of hands.

Oh wow, that sucks. Taylor was getting the taste of how manipulative the Music Industry Behemoth could potentially be. She turned to music for solace, as always. By herself too, cuz she didn’t know who else she could trust to SPEAK NOW. She made a villainous character out of the shadowy figure controlling things in the background. So it’s not all rainbow and butterflies anymore. But hey! It’s okay. She still have her fans, her friends, and Liz. Gosh. Liz was the awesomest. She could make anything fun, even in the sometime terrible circumstances. Liz made bad days more bearable. It didn’t matter if Taylor had to talk about Joe Jonas, Taylor Lautner, John Mayer, or a thousand other boys to sell the albums. Liz understood what it’s like to WANT TO MAKE IT in the music industry. Liz wanted to make it too. Liz was there make things okay at the end of the day. Liz was also shoved so far into the closet to keep her career by Taylor’s side. Liz got her own PR boyfriend to parade around. Fuck.

Suddenly, this wasn’t so cool anymore. They started fighting all the time. Ugly jealousy reared it’s head in the cruelest way. Taylor didn’t know how to deal with seeing Liz with someone else. Liz threw it all back in her face cuz guess who had had to deal with their significant other’s MULTIPLE PR boytoys. Suddenly, Taylor realized THIS this was what & why Emily NOPED out of there at the first sign of trouble. Music industry is very good at breaking down people and their relationships. Taylor and Liz broke up and oh LIZ HELD GRUDGES LIKE NO OTHERS. Because in her POV? She willingly walked into the closet for Taylor and got dumped for it wtf?? Meanwhile Taylor was just choosing between a) stay with Liz so she could be deliriously happy in-between bouts of absolute misery, b) breakup with Liz so she could start picking the pieces of herself that the music industry had broken her into.

Then Taylor got the news that Emily was getting married. And it hit her like a ton of brick that she could’ve had that with Liz if they could just talk it out and not let the resentment cloud their judgement. But no, there was no way that could’ve happened with Liz due to both of their personalities clashing like fire. It was opposite attracted, passion turned to ashes—burning red.

So Taylor threw herself into making RED. She met Dianna, and sorta maybe moving on from Liz. She wanted to take it slow and made sure that this wasn’t just a rebound. But Liz wasn’t ready to let go. She saw Swiftgron taking off and wouldn’t you know it. Liz, too, saw RED.

And, oh it burned when Taylor saw what PR relationship with her was doing to Harry. And Louis. It was like looking into the mirror and recognizing the SAME HURT. In a blink of an eye, Taylor knew THIS COULD NOT GO ON. This had to end. This MUST END. With her. With Harry. For whoever comes next. Because Liz was on warpath, tearing up Taylor’s heart and screwing up Dianna’s trust. All because Liz was SO FUCKING HURT by the SAME GODDAMN THING.

Harry and Louis had a good thing going so nothing was gonna changed that. Not on Taylor’s watch. Not on Ed fookin Sheeran’s watch. Suddenly, Taylor met this enigma of a British man. So blasé with public perception of him and trust his own music enough to look at label and say “you need me, I don’t need you.” SUDDENLY. SUDDEN-FUCKING-LY. It made sense. No artist = no music = no money for label. The fans are fans of her MUSIC not her label. Suddenly, EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED.

And Taylor was, all at once, at her most powerful and vulnerable. Everything else but her career was falling apart. Dianna proposed, Taylor wasn’t ready. Liz showing up in their life again meant Dianna thought there was another reason Taylor said no to her proposal. Who was Liz to dissuade her otherwise. Taylor broke her heart and now someone else broke Taylor’s. All’s fair in love and war, isn’t it? But my goodness, Liz was not a monster. It’s just that. Hurt people hurts people. Taylor knew that and understood that. CUE Louis just being like NO. NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. “You said so yourself—we are never ever ever getting back together. Like ever. NO.” And proceeded to write DIANA. Because Taylor is not the only protective one in this chosen family goddamnit. So Taylor sent back STYLE to basically explain that if it was HARRY LOUIS wouldn’t say the same. And Harry was like HOLD UP, you cheated on Dianna with Liz? Wtf? I though Dianna was mad at me? And Taylor was like. NO! WTF is wrong with you. Me & Di already broke up and it’s frankly none of your business whether me and Liz get back together or not. (She wasn’t getting back together with Liz but these boys were pissing her off so Taylor felt zero ounce of guilt as she dragged Harry’s and his accented drawl on stage at the AMA)

Cue Ed’s Photogragh cuz the siblings are bickering like smol children for the world to see. And they all actually talked it out like adults for once. Taylor was healing emotionally while she making 1989 and hanging out with Karlie who showed up right when everything was quite fine and dandy on the outside and absolute dumpster fire on the inside.

Because other than dealing with Liz-Dianna nonexistent love triangle drama, Taylor was bestowed another heartbreak as she learned more and more about the horrific nature of her contracts. And not just her own, every other artists’s too. So it’s taking a lot of plotting and planning for her to figure out how to escape Big Machine and by extension Scooter. Karlie knew she was threading on thin water, walking a fine line, balancing on a tightrope when her girlfriend and boss would soon be going toe-to-toe. And Taylor was terrified of if Karlie decided that the closeting was too much. Also, the exes gossip? Not only were the hetero ones still on paper, the Liz & Dianna one was still fanning the flame. Like if Louis & Harry of all people thought that of her, then who else wouldn’t?

Well, Louis and Harry = stubborn little shits but they weren’t actual dickheads. So they wrote a song to convince her that YES TRYING WITH KARLIE IS A GOOD IDEA. PERFECT.

Because Karlie Kloss knew what she was getting herself into right from the get-go. There wasn’t gonna be a surprise intervention, closeting, exes who could show up and screw up everything. HONESTY IS THE KEY.

And so it went. Taylor and Karlie against the world. “I tried to pick my battle til the battle picked me.” After 1989, it was the end of the line for Taylor and Big Machine. The old contract was set to expired soon and Taylor needed to choose her next career move.

And while negotiations could’ve been where she was headed, what happened to Louis and Harry absolutely changed her mind. Louis signed another contract with Syco and it dragged Louis’s reputation through mud with babygate. So Taylor knew then, beyond the shadow of the doubt, that no label was truly on the artist’s side. At the end of the day, she was on her own.

But not really, she had her Swifties. When she began her reputation era, Taylor finally realized that she COULD be anywhere/do anything regardless of label and pubic perception of her. In fact, any label would be lucky to have her. Just like Ed said before, “You need me, I don’t need you.”

So, now Taylor knows what the labels have on artists are built on a house of cards. And it’s ALL LIES.

While she can’t directly call out or contradict the liars on her own behalf, she can and do call out the blatant abuse on others—starting with her prologue letter for reputation “as if inspiration for music is as simple and basic as a paternity test.”

Despite the pain they inflicted on each other, Liz taught Taylor how to go on a warpath. Dianna taught her how to be brave even when it hurt like hell. Emily taught her when to run.

Karlie runs with her. If other girls, like Lily and co, join their marathon every once in a while, well it’s the choice they made together and frankly? Good for them, sharing the love and all.

And oh, I forgot to mention practically all the boys she “dated” after Harry, because at that point “dating Taylor Swift” had become synonymous with “coming out as gay in a subtle way” in my mind, so.

72 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

After hearing ‘Nothing New’, I’m more convinced that ever that Taylor wrote Wonderland in 1989 about her own relationship in comparison to that of Harry Styles and how the music industry kinda broke them both.

Cuz “I felt your arms twisted around me” is nothing short of forced and painful.

When 1D exploded to stardom, Harry Styles WAS “the kind of radiance you only have at seventeen” and Taylor Swift had been in the business for half a decade at that point. “How did I go from growing up to breaking down?”

Then: “How can a person knows everything at 18 but nothing at 22?”

For Harry, Louis made damn sure he knew “I have loved you since we were 18.”

Meanwhile, Taylor had been dealing with one heartbreak after another like Emily Poe getting married “so casually cruel in the name of being honest”, Liz Huett leaving “fuck-the-patriarchy keychain on the ground”, Emma Stone “some actress asking me what happened” before she met Dianna Agron, at which point her insecurities had reached the point of “would you still want me when I’m nothing new?”

Then: “I knew I had to go back home.”

This is what hurt the most, I think. Because HOME for Harry has always been LOUIS “When you’re lost, I’ll find the way I’ll be your light.” But Taylor didn’t have that and Dianna literally had the inspiration for WONDERLAND tattooed on her waist, as if to say “it’s me, for you. I could stay.” But well, that tattoo didn’t stay either.

Though this Swift bird tattoo stays and fookin reminded her of Fearless:

“Tell me do you still remember feeling young, strong enough to get it wrong in front of all these people.”

To which Taylor responded: “sometimes giving up is the strong thing. Sometimes to run is the brave thing.”

Which led me straight gay to Kaylor’s Big Sur “you don’t have to save me but would you run away with me? YES”

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themculibrary · 1 year

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Major Character Death Masterlist

A less than quiet night on Vormir (ao3) - Webtrinsic M, 2k

Summary: Strange manages to locate the soul stones whereabouts, meaning Peter, Tony, and Strange must take the donut ship to Vormir where a sacrifice must be made.

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes. (ao3) - everydaytomholland T, 5k

Summary: Apparently when your entire DNA is being changed, it takes a bit of a toll on your body.

Empty Seats Remind Us Who's Not Making It Home For Dinner (ao3) - Lunabell_Marauder_Knyte steve/tony, steve/bucky N/R, 5k

Summary: After Steve leaves Tony for Bucky once they get him back, things go downhill for their family. But Tony and Peter try to continue on as best as they can. As they try to hang on to their family, tragedy strikes and keeps on striking. Tony's gone, then Peter goes too... Steve left on his own and now he goes home to an empty house and sets a table for three while two seats remain empty forever more. *character deaths*

Fix This (ao3) - slothbaby424 sam/bucky M, 1k

Summary: Bucky is injured beyond healing, even with the serum running through him, so he asks Sam to end it.

Parker Luck (ao3) - CoopPenny ben/may G, 3k

Summary: Peter Parker had always complained about his 'Parker Luck' and how incredibly bad it was. Although, he never knew to what extent it could go...

Revenge (ao3) - slothbaby424 sam/bucky M, 971

Summary: just a short drabble where the flagsmashers blame Sam for their leader's, Karli, death and take revenge.

Survivor's Guilt (ao3) - gegg T, 4k

Summary: In which Peter Parker survives the snap.

But Tony Stark doesn't.

terrible horrible very bad no good fic (ao3) - esama T, 6k

Summary: Tony gives up.

The Doll Collectors (ao3) - Golden_Asp tony/stephen, steve/tony, steve/stephen E, 7k

Summary: “What happened to this one?” Tony asked, running his fingers through the greying hair of one of the dolls. The right side of the doll’s body was burned, although not from any fire Tony had ever seen. He wore a white tunic and pants and sat upon a great throne, set above the rest of the dolls.

Stephen stepped up next to him, staring down at his very first doll.

“He’s the one from this dimension. The one that sacrificed himself,” Stephen whispered. He reached out, his hand grazing Tony’s before sinking into the doll’s hair. “He was my first.”

Tony looked at Stephen and then back at the doll. “He’s beautiful.”

Stephen let out a wet laugh, dashing away tears. “More than fifteen years and I still have not moved on.”

“Some people move on, Stephen,” Tony said, looking down at the Tony Stark of this world. The one who had been dead for nearly two decades.

“But not us,” Stephen replied, looking Tony dead in the eyes.

“But not us.”

The end of your journey (ao3) - Dorthea T, 2k

Summary: “I’m…” Peter hesitates, “I’m on a bridge. Staring down in the water. Do you think it’s cold Mr. Sam? Do you think it’s really cold?”.

Sam can’t keep a snort from coming out as the kid says ‘Mr. Sam’ like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s important to keep professional, but it’s also important to seem human. Nobody is going to change their minds, talking to a robot. So Sam answer the question. “Depends where you live I suppose” he says, “Peter, is there any chance you could take a few step away from the edge for me. Keep this conversation going in a safer place?”.

The “No” comes clear.

The Hollow Man (ao3) - pensieves steve/tony T, 5k

Summary: The blood pools around him, spreading out at an alarming rate and he can feel the stinging cold of the Siberian wind creep inside the cracks in his suit. This is how Tony Stark dies.

Tuning in to the Frequency of Your Soul (ao3) - amethyst-noir (Arbonne) tony/stephen G, 1k

Summary: He'd known that he would die, really die, the moment Strange had looked at him with infinite sadness and raised a single, shaking finger. No, wrong. He'd known it since the moment Strange had looked up at him with infinite pain in his eyes and said "One".

(Tony knew how this was going to turn out but he didn't expect the last gift the Stones gave him while killing him.)

Untouchable (ao3) - ninepointeight T, 3k

Summary: Tony's untouchable now.

We Should Live Until We Die (ao3) - Unknown steve/tony, clint/phil, jane/thor T, 3k

Summary: Tony gets sick. Tony is dying. Tony doesn't tell a soul.

When It Ends (ao3) - thangam steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: The sight was worse than Tony thought, blood pooling around Steve’s slumped form. It was obvious from the depth of the wound and the amount of blood pooling that, despite his supersoldier healing, Steve wasn’t going to make it.

when you leave me for good (ao3) - PilotInTheStars scott/hope T, 5k

Summary: The aftermath of Scott's death as Hope tries to pick up the pieces.

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buckybarnesowl · 3 years

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Masterlist

Welcome to my blog! Come for the hurt, angst, and pining; stay for the comfort, and fluff. I swear like a sailor so it's a safe bet there will be cursing in every fic. My blog is 18+ so that goes for my fics. You are responsible for your own media consumption. All fics will have warnings, heed them for your own safety. Thanks for reading!

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^ contains sexual content ~ possible triggering content (e.g. PTSD/mental health, violence, sexual assault etc.)

You with me? Bucky is trying to make a difference despite every roadblock his shitty employer throws at him. His only light is seeing his baker crush weekly.

Height of the feeling (in progress, AO3 only) Sam returns home to Delacroix to process the aftermath of Karli's death and prepare for next steps as the new Captain America. Bucky tags along but the two aren't always the best at reading each other.

Series

Friends, for now ^~ (Part I / Part II / Part III) Your best friend Steve is the captain of the college soccer team. His best friend Bucky and your soon-to-be-ex boyfriend Quentin are on the team too. His bullshit goes too far and Bucky and Steve have had enough, pushing you to your breaking point.

It Never Ends~ (AU series, complete) Bucky and Y/n are fourth-year undergrads who've always had a crush on each other but were too reserved to do anything about it. One horrendous night pushes them together and they’re forced to navigate the fallout, for better or worse.

Sixth Sense~ (Mini-series, complete) Bucky struggles to find his place after Team Cap returns to the compound. People are still wary of the ex-assassin, including some of the Avengers, but you know better.

To Serve and Protect ^~ (AU series, complete) Bucky is an ex-cop turned social worker after witnessing a violent police brutality incident. Y/N is is stuck in an abusive relationship. Bucky’s unsure why he’s so drawn to protect Y/N. All he knows is he’ll do whatever it takes.

One shots

Confess You and Bucky have been inseparable since first year. Will you both finally confess your feelings, or are you doomed to a life of eternal pining?

If I Only Had a Heart ^~ (Part I / Part II) Bucky is suffering from the shoddy work HYDRA did with his prosthetic. Tony brings reader in to fix it—and maybe help him find his heart in the process.

Keep Me Cool You and Bucky are on your third undercover mission acting as a couple. Things go awry when you fall ill. Cue caretaker!Bucky to the rescue.

Love in Four Acts You’ve got a crush on your next door neighbour who doesn’t seem to know you exist. One day his cat finds its way into your apartment, forcing you both to finally meet.

Since Always ^ Bucky's publishing your first book and you couldn’t be more excited. Until Quentin Beck makes you see Bucky in a different light, shattering your heart in the process.

The Stars that Shine You and Bucky are meant for each other, and the entire universe knows it.

Start Over ^~ (Part I / Part II) You and Bucky are on a mission together. Will your dislike for each other stand in the way of your health after he finds out you were injured, or can you overcome your differences?

One shots

Home for the Holidays ~ (Stucky x Reader) The holidays are hard for reader, especially ever since Steve and Bucky moved out of the Avengers tower. Are you destined to be alone, or will you be saved by a blonde and brunette Christmas miracle?

Series

Coming soon...

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sapphosvioletts · 3 years

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Type of Love

Bucky Barnes x Autistic Teen Daughter

Summary:

Bucky's daughter has been staying with Sarah while Bucky and Sam are working on tracking Karli. Regardless of being nonverbal with new people, Sarah has still been more than kind and welcoming. Despite her gratitude towards Sarah for being so nice, she still missed her dad, and he missed her. When they finally reunite, his daughter has to help fix up his arm from the damage done by Walker, and his daughter surprises him with a little gift as well.

Word count: 2,624

Warnings: description of meltdown and accidental self harm (scratching and digging fingernails into skin)

Note: Not every autistic person experiences autism the same. I'm autistic and I am writing from my perspective of how I personally experience autism, but not everyone feels the same as me or has the same perspective as I do.

- the reader is adopted, they are not biologically related. I want my writing to be inclusive to everyone, which is why i am specifying this incase it isn't directly said in the fic

.oOo.

I smile when I see a text from Bucky, informing me that he is coming back home. I bounce happily on my toes with a smile. I text him back quickly and sit back down on the couch. I try to distract myself with the tv, just wanting the time to pass quick so I can see my dad.

I have been staying with Sarah while he and Sam are gone. He didn't want to leave me by myself with everything going on. Sarah is really nice, although I haven't verbally talked that much to her. I don't like new people, they make me really anxious. This results in me being nonverbal at times, so for a majority of the time I have just kept to myself and barely spoken.

Sarah understands though, she hasn't pushed me out of my comfort zone, she's not over bearing but at the same time makes sure I am okay. Even when I had a shutdown, it was like she already knew what to do. She brought me inside and turned off all the lights without even having to be asked, gave me my phone and earbuds, as well as some water. She has been great while my dad's been gone. Although I like Sarah, I do really miss my dad, and I'm overjoyed that he is coming back.

Eventually, the front door clicks open. Sam announces that he's home and his nephews come running towards his embrace. I however stay back, seated on the couch shyly, not wanting to intrude on their moment. Finally, my dad walks in behind him. My face lights up and I smile as he catches my eye.

He briefly greets Sarah before making his way over to me. I hop up off the couch and jump into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders as he holds me tight. He lays his head on top of mine and I can feel his smile against my head.

"I missed you." I mumble into his neck, not being able to contain my smile. "I missed you too doll, so much. I'm glad to be back." I pull my head out of his shoulder to look at him. "Are you hurt? Are you okay?" I ramble. He stops me with a smile, "I'm fine doll." I can tell he isn't telling the full truth, but I don't question him, knowing he will tell me later when we are alone.

Instead of getting down from his arms, he just stays holding me, both of us needing the comfort. We don't like being away from each other, I think that both of us have developed a type of separation anxiety from each other. It's always been like this, even since I was younger in Hydra with him; well after a while of getting comfortable with him and trusting him.

Still holding me, he walks back into the kitchen where Sarah and Sam are. They talk for a little while but I don't pay attention. Bucky sways us side to side while he talks, knowing that I love the motion. Eventually I hear Sarah say, "I think we'll give you two some time together, you guys can have the living room." Bucky thanks her and brings us back to the living room as Sarah and Sam part ways to do their own things.

I finally let go of Bucky when he sets me down on the couch. He sits next to me and I curl up under his arm, my knees drawn tightly to my chest. "Has everything been okay?" He asks, wanting to know what's happened since he's been gone. I nod in response, not knowing what else to say.

"What about you? Have you been okay? Has Sarah been taking good care of you?" I nod again, this time talking. "She's been great. I haven't talked to her that much, at least verbally, but she understands and doesn't get mad. I had a shutdown and she helped, she brought me inside and turned off the lights and stuff. I had a meltdown, but it wasn't around anyone, thankfully."

I think for a moment about what else to tell him but he starts speaking before I can say anything. "Thankfully?" He asks, worried about why I was so self conscious about having a meltdown in front of others, maybe thinking that Sams family wasn't as accepting as he had thought. I shrugged in response. "I don't like having meltdowns in front of others, well besides you. I trust Sarah, but I just don't want anyone to see me. I feel too vulnerable. You know what happened when I had meltdowns at Hydra. It didn't end well for me, I will not be put in that position again."

Bucky's face morphs to a look of understanding, knowing that some things just put you in a vulnerable position and its uncomfortable. "I understand that. What happened though?" He asked, his arm rubbing circles on my shoulder as I lean into his chest.

.oOo. .oOo. FLASHBACK .oOo. .oOo.

I sit on the dock, my legs hanging over the end and swinging back and forth as I read my book. It is one of my favorite books, one that I always read for comfort. There are a couple men working and talking with each other, but I am pretty far away so it doesn't bother me too much. Well, that is until one of the men yells out to someone far away for something, his voice booming.

I jump and my book slips out of my hand, heading towards the water. I somehow mange to catch it by the hard front cover, but unfortunately the rest of the book had already made it into the water. I carefully pull it up, not wanting it to rip as I was only holding onto it by the one cover.

Tears find their ways to my eyes as I inspect the soaked pages. Half of the pages were still dry and intact, the latter half however were soaked. To others it might not seem like a big deal, but to me it is. I loved this book, and I tend to attach myself to things, even objects like books. When those things get broken or sometimes even if someone touches them, it leaves me heartbroken.

I close my book and run back inside, thankful that Sarah and her kids are out right now so I have the house to myself. I run to the guest room and close the door. I slot myself between the corner of the room and the bedside table, sliding down the wall and bringing my knees to my chest. I hold the book to my chest, sobbing freely at this point.

I rock back and forth, not caring about the pain from my back hitting against the wall harshly. I scratch at my legs, my fingernails digging into the skin hard, leaving definite marks. Before I realize it there are scratch marks all over my body, some of them even bleeding. I sob and continue to rock back and forth, harming my body.

Eventually, after about another 15 minutes I've calmed down a bit. My breathing has slowed and my sobs have turned into silent tears. My hands find their way to the book still at my chest, hugging it tightly as I sniffle.

I feel utterly exhausted now. Meltdowns always take a lot out of me. Eventually I come out of my small space and fall onto the bed, the book still held to my chest. I sigh and put the book on the bedside table, looking at it sadly. I crawl under the covers, not caring enough to clean up my cuts and scratches at the moment. My eyes quickly fall shut, my exhaustion overtaking me.

.oOo. .oOo. FLASHBACK OVER .oOo. .oOo.

I told Bucky what had happened. He looked at me sadly, knowing how much I loved that book. He could probably tell I was still heartbroken over it. "Can you show me? Maybe we can try and save it, yeah?" I nodded, trying not to get my hopes up.

He followed me to the guest room and we both sat on the bed. I handed him the book and he carefully looked through the previously wet pages, now crinkled and crunched after drying. "Let me see what I can do." He said, kissing the top of my head. I looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "Do you think you can fix it?" He gave me a soft smile. "I'll try my best."

He looks back through the book and examines the pages. I finally break the silence, realizing that I have yet to hear about how Bucky is doing. "How did everything go?" He looks up at me and sets my book down. He signs and runs a hand through his hair, shifting to get more comfortable.

"Could've been better. We got the shield from Walker though, he's done for. Sams got it now, but it wasn't an easy fight. My arm got screwed up, I managed to patch it up a bit on my own but I know you would be able to figure out what's wrong and actually fix it, I know my work isn't gonna last long on it." He says with a laugh. Growing up in Hydra, I am knowledgeable enough with mechanics and am able to fix Bucky's arm. At least better than he can.

"Of course, do you have any tools I can use?" He gets up to get them, grabbing his "repair kit" from his bag. I meet him on the couch, the living room and kitchen thankfully being empty still. He comes back and hands the box to me, sitting down.

I shift onto my knees and look closely at his metal arm. He explained what is wrong with it and I quickly got to work. "There had to be more that happened while you were gone?" I asked, wanting to know more. "Yeah, a lot happened. I just wanted to get my arm fixed first, thought that was useful information for you." We both laughed before he got serious and launched into the story.

"Well... long story but we broke Zemo out of prison." He gulped and I froze, slowly looking up at him. "W-what?" I asked, tears already coming to my eyes, not knowing why he would do this to the man who hurt the both of us so much. He was quick to assure me though. "Don't worry, the Dora got him, he is at the Raft and will never be getting anywhere near you, ever."

His hand came up to my cheek, wiping the stray tear away. I let out a breath and nodded, fully trusting Bucky's words and although I don't like that he broke Zemo out of prison, I trust his decision. I nodded for him to continue as I went back to working on his metal arm.

"He had useful information, it was our only chance, unfortunately. We tracked down Karli and Sam was almost able to talk to her down, he was so fucking close. And then of course Walker busted in and ruined the little sliver of trust she had in Sam. Karli ended up accidentally killing Lemar in the chaos, and Walker was pissed."

I gulped nervously before speaking quietly. "Then he killed that man." I filled in for him. Bucky sadly nodded. "Yeah. God it was gruesome, I can't believe it. Did you see it?" I nodded, still haunted by the video that I watched. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I can't even imagine. It was hard for me to watch, a former assassin, can't even think about what it would be like for others."

He shook his head solemnly. I urged him to go on again with his story. "We got the shield from Walker though, after a hell of a fight, as you can probably tell from my arm. He's no longer Captain America. Let's be honest, he never really was. Anyways, at one point Zemo escaped, but I found him in Sokovia. I.. I almost killed him. But I didn't."

I can tell he is tearing up by his voice. "I refuse to be what he made me to be. I will not be a killer, that would give him too much satisfaction. So I handed him over to the Dora, Ayo helped a lot with the whole thing. So yeah, that's basically what happened." He huffed, leaning back further into the seat.

"Wow... That's a lot." Bucky smiles at me. "Zemo is gone, yeah?" I ask again softly. He nods. "Rotting in prison." I nod, relieved. "I can't believe Walker would do that, well I can believe it, but he's a dumbass." I scoff. "Language!" Bucky immediately responds, making me laugh.

"But yeah, a fucking dumbass. Ruined literally everything. I really think Sam would have gotten through to Karli if it weren't for him barging in." I sighed and shook my head, so unbelievably annoyed at Walker. "I hope I never have to meet Walker, I don't want to be anywhere near him. He honestly kind of scares me, especially after..." I trail off, not wanting to actually say what happened.

"I don't want you near him either. I dont trust him one bit." Bucky almost growls. We then sit in comfortable silence while I fix his arm, finishing a little while later. I love how we are both okay with just sitting together in silence, just our company is enough for each other. No awkward small talk, trying to read between the lines to figure out what said small talk actually means or implies. Just comfortable silence.

"Okayyy, and done! Try it out." I say as I finish putting the last plate back on. He stands up and moves his arm around a bit, smiling at the end result. "It's perfect, thank you!" He pulls me into a hug. "Oh! One more thing, stay here." I push him back to sit on the couch as I run to the guest room.

I find what I am looking for and quickly run back to the living room. Before Bucky can even see what exactly it is, it clings to his metal arm. He looks down and smiles once he sees what it is, tearing up.

It's a magnet that I made for him. Sarah's friend has a pin press and brought it over for Sarah's kids to use. Sarah offered to make me a pin, and that how I ended up with two similar pins with pressed flowers on it, both of our favorites; a purple violet for me, my favorite, and a baby breath for Bucky, his favorite. I attached a strong magnet to the back of Bucky's, thinking it would be funny to put it on his arm.

He pulls me into a tight hug. "Thank you doll, I really love it. Maybe I'll get an even stronger magnet so I can make sure it'll stay on. I love it doll." I smiled and crawled onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Bucky looks down at me lovingly.

Never did he imagine he would be wearing a magnet on his metal arm with flowers on it. He never imagined he could love someone this much, or that he would even have a daughter. It's a type of love he hasn't felt in a long time. The pure platonic love, where you just love that person and never want to leave them, you just want to roll them up in bubble wrap and keep them to yourself so they don't ever get hurt. The type of love that you could only have with a daughter.

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iliumheightnights · 3 years

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Dearly Beloved | Zemo x Male Reader

Fandom: Marvel, Falcon and the winter soldier Pairing: Zemo x Male Reader Summary: Zemo thinks of someone who may be able to help them find Karli.

A/n: Oh no, not me doing a Zemo fic. Listen he's just SO HOT!

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“I have someone who can help...considering he’s not too mad at me,” Zemo said. Bucky and Sam looked at each other with a questioning look before turning back to him. “Who?”

“My darling husband.”

Bucky and Sam would be actually shocked by that. “Wait. YOU have a husband?” Sam would question. “Yes...at least I did. Who knows anymore.” With that Zemo keeps walking off. Bucky and Sam give each other a look before following after them.

After a bit of walking, they find themselves at a rather fancy house. It’s surrounded by a wall and a closed gate. Zemo presses a button on the intercom. “How may I help you?” A voice sounded through the intercom. “Hello, Helios. I’m here to see my darling M/n.” Zemo said, smirking. There was a pause before the intercom spoke again. “You have a lot of nerves Zemo.” With that, there was a buzz and the gate started opening.

“Sounds like your husband isn’t going to be too happy to see you,” Bucky said as they began walking through the gates.

“That’s just Helios. But M/n...you might be right.”

The gate closed behind them and then continued to the front door. The door opened and a man in a nice suit opened them. He didn’t look happy to see them. “Helios! It’s good to see you again my friend.” The man rolled his eyes. “If only I could say the same. Mr.M/n is waiting for you in the living room.”

“Thank you, Helios.”

Zemo moved to the living room, Bucky and Sam following. There standing at the window was a man in an even nicer suit. He held a calm face before turning to them. “M/n. I’m home.” Zemo said. M/n calmly walked over and got close. Once he was standing directly in front of him, a hard slap was planted on Zemo’s face making him stumble.

“How dare you show your face here. I know you were angry. I know you were upset….but what you did at the un….you killed innocent people. For what? To make them feel pain? You want to know who felt pain? ME! I lost everything because I was married to you. I had to rebuild everything during the blip, and I did it all alone...why? Because you were in prison for what you did.” M/n’s calm demeanor was still there...but very loosely.

“I’m sorry M/n. I just...I was blinded by my rage. I wanted them to know what I felt...I didn’t mean to hurt you. If I could take it back now I would.” Zemo said, surprisingly he sounded sincere.

“No, you wouldn’t. I know you too much.” M/n sighed. “What do you want? I know you wouldn’t be here or with them…” He motioned to Bucky and Sam. “If it was to make it up to me.”

Zemo chuckled and sat down on the opposite couch of M/n. “I DO want to make it up to you and hope you’ll let me try. But you’re right...we’re after some very dangerous people and need help finding them.”

“The flag smashers. Yes, I know. I’ve been watching them. What do you want with them?”

“We want to make sure they don’t hurt anyone else. I want to talk to Karli and talk her down.” Sam said.

M/n smiled and pointed at him. “I like you. Now YOU should have been Captain America instead of that Dick head going around playing hero.” Bucky chuckled and eyed Sam who glared at him. “I’ll help you. But I’m helping you two.” He pointed at Sam and Bucky. “YOU. Are still on my shit list and if I even HEAR that you’re up to your bullshit I will use my resources to hunt you down and return you to prison...or the Dora Milaje. Oh yes...I know they want you.”

With that M/n got up and began walking out.

“Will we ever be able to fix us?” Zemo said rather quietly.

“That depends on you. Make it right, then we’ll talk.” With that M/n left the men to attend to other business.

#marvel #mcu #the falcon and the winter soldier #zemo #helmut zemo #tfatws #zemo x male reader #zemo x male!reader #zemo x reader #x male reader #x male!reader

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redwingsupportgroup · 3 years

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TFATWS TIMLINE:

How long did the mission really take them.

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this will be a long post exploring locations, times spent in travel, days/hours spent in every city and the overall count of days and hours spent on the mission.

I made this because I have no social life as a guide to any fan or fic writer interested in the accurate time line and hours spent in this show

(this will start from episode 2 of season 1 from the point the mission itself starts)

NOTE: this thread won't include the time taken from airports to the exact locations of where Sam and Bucky have stayed or action took place.

📍 AIRFORCE AIRPORT - MUNICH, GERMANY

there's two locations where Sam would have gone to, either the BARKSDALE airforce camp in Louisiana or JOIN BASE ANACOSTIA BOLLING in Washington DC. thus the trip to Munich could take:

first guess: Louisiana - would take around 10 HOURS and 56 MINUTES

second guess: Washington DC - would take around 11 HOURS and 30 MINUTES

📌 time spent in city: half a day. Sam and Bucky are able to pinpoint the flagsmashers location immediately with the help of redwing tech. They engage in a fight on top of moving trucks, later on they have a brief conversation with John Walker and Lemar Hoskins before heading back to their means of travel.

📍 MUNICH, GERMANY - BALTIMORE, MARYLAND

the trip would take: 8 HOURS and 55 MINUTES

📌 time spent in city: half a day. Sam and Bucky go to visit Isiah Bradley in his house after Bucky seems to believe Isaiah would be able to help in providing info on the super soldier serum the flagsmashers obtain. After the short visit, Bucky is taken by police for his absence from his therapy session. Sam waits until dark in the police station. They stay the night in US before taking off the next day, mostly in a hotel.

📍 BALTIMORE, MARYLAND - BERLIN, GERMANY

the trip would take: 8 HOURS and 47 MINUTES

📌 time spent in city: one day and a half (two mornings, one night). Bucky suggests going to Zemo for info on the serum, Sam agrees. When the pair arrive to the prison we can see the sun through the windows in the prison corridor. When Bucky takes Sam to meet Zemo after escaping it's around night time. The trio spent the night (mostly in an under radar motel) and took off on Zemo's private jet the next morning.

📍 BERLIN, GERMANY - MADRIPOOR

Madripoor is a fictional city located near Indonesia. I used Jakarta as the arrival point, the time for this one isn't accurate but the closest to realistic estimate.

the trip would take: around 13 HOURS and 54 MINUTES

📌 time spent in city: a day (half a night, half a morning). from Selby's club to Sharon's house to Negal's lab. I explained this here.

📍 MADRIPOOR - RIGA, LATVIA

again, Madripoor is a fictional location and Jakarta was used as the take off point. time isn't accurate.

the trip would take: around 13 HOURS and 6 MINUETS

📌 time spent in city: two - three days. Sam, Bucky and Zemo arrive to the city after learning the whereabouts of Karli and the flagsmashers. They settle in for an hour or so before visiting the camp where the displaced people Karli helped were. After Zemo announces that mama Donya's funeral will be held in the afternoon, the trio head to meet their info source and meet John Walker and Lemar Hoskins. Sam waits for the funeral to end and talks to Karli, things end in a fight and the serum is destroyed (but for one). The Dora Milaji come for Zemo, he escape. After their defeat John and Lemar have a heart-to-heart talk that results to John taking the serum. Karli calls Sarah and asks her to deliver a location to Sam. John follows Sam and Bucky, Lemar is killed in the camp. John kills a flagsmasher and it ends with Sam and Bucky fighting him and reclaiming the shield, all (presumably) in one day. It isn't stated after in the show how long, but Sam and Bucky took some time there, John was back to the US and taken to court (this couldn't have happened the second he landed, he had medical attention and was in his uniform). Sam and Bucky appeare to have stayed for a few days after the fact, long enough for the GRC to empty the camp. It could be anything from one to two days or three. They probably booked a hotel since Zemo's house was no longer an option.

📍 SOKOVIA Memorial

📍 BALTIMORE, MARYLAND

After Lithuania and reclaiming the shield, Sam and Bucky take separate routes and it's the first time they are. separate since the mission took place. While Bucky heads to the Sokovian memorial to fulfill his promise to the Dora Milaje and hand Zemo in, Sam takes off to Baltimore, Maryland to talk to Isiah Bradley.

This gap takes around a day and a half, Sam immediately goes to visit Isiah after landing since he says "I'm coming home." when he calls Sarah. In the scene where Sam confronts Sarah about her not telling him the boat won't be selling she mentions how sad he looked "yesterday" after talking to Isiah. Sam calls neighbors and friends to fix the boat and Bucky joins in.

Bucky spends two days (two days and one night) in the Wilsons house before leaving.

📍 NEW YORK

time spent in city: one night. the final fight against the flagsmashers.

📍 NEW YORK, BROOKLYN

📍 LOUISIANA, DELACROIX - BALTIMORE, MARYLAND - WASHINGTON DC.

Another time gap comes in between Sam and Bucky after their mission is done. This one could stretch from few days to two weeks.

Bucky sends Dr. Raynor a card saying "I finished my book." and I think this would take longer than a few hours or two days. all of the names were scratched off from the list.

Sam goes to Isiah in Maryland and asks him to join him in Washington, in the Smithsonian museum exactly where he shows him the memorial. Setting up a memorial and crafting the statute doesn't take a short amount of time, even as Cap, things like this take time.

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FINAL NOTES:

Days spent in cities: 10 DAYS. This doesn't include the time post the mission (the list and the memorial period.)

Hours spent flying: 53 HOURS and 172 MINUTES (2 DAYS and 5 HOURS).

Places visited: 7 (Munich / Baltimore / Berlin / Madripoor / Riga / Louisiana / New York)

Hotles: around 3 hotels.

Other shelters: Sharon's house / Zemo's place / Wilson Family house.

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this was all put by me, I may have missed an event, location or messed up a flight time duration. please correct me if you have better info on something.

hope this helps the fics in progress and be useful.

#the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #fatws #caatws #sam wilson #bucky barnes #helmut zemo #justsamwilson #sambucky #winterfalcon #dora milaje #timeline #karli morgenthau #flag smashers #sahron carter #hope this comes in handy #analyze

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wikiangela-fanfics · 3 years

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"You should smile more" - sambucky

I’m a sucker for Bucky’s smile so obviously I had to project that onto Sam and write a fic - I use the word ‘smile’ waaaaaay too much in this fic, but whatever

This is my first ever marvel fic, so sorry if it's too ooc but I actually kinda like this one hah

Big thank you to @tasteslikestrawbebbies for beta-reading ♥♥♥

Here it is on Ao3

part 2, part 3

Enjoy ♥

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One of the things that really struck him was that he kinda loved Bucky’s smile. Once he saw that real, genuine, happy smile on Bucky’s face… all he wanted to do was to make him smile again and again. Which was a crazy thought. Insane. He should not be thinking that, and he tried not to. But then Bucky would smile again, and Sam would melt.

His smile was… really nice. And beautiful. And it was impossible not to smile as well when you saw it. He seemed so relaxed and at peace… Sam has never seen him like that before, but he definitely liked it. He knew there was still work to do, and they would have to get to that sooner or later, but for now, he really enjoyed just hanging out with Bucky, fixing the boat together, talking, which apparently they did now, another surprising thing. Bucky opened up to him, and that meant he trusted him, not only in battle. This made Sam almost giddy.

He wasn’t ready to say goodbye. He knew they would see each other soon, but he selfishly wanted Bucky to stay, to keep him company… to smile at him. God, he was gone on that fucking smile.

He almost considered making up something else that needed repairing that Buck could help him with, but that would require actually having something to do… and he was not about to break something on purpose. Not that that hasn’t crossed his mind… but he wasn’t that far gone. Or that desperate. At least yet.

He convinced himself that he was fine, that not seeing Bucky for a while wasn’t a big deal. Because it shouldn’t be. They had barely talked before Walker was given the shield. And it was fine. It would be fine now, too.

But then, as Bucky was about to leave, the words just slipped out of his mouth.

“You know, you could stay for a while. If you want.” he wasn’t looking at Bucky, his eyes focused on the trees they were passing.

Bucky was quiet for a moment and Sam was afraid he fucked up their relationship, which has improved significantly over the past few days.

“Uh, I’d really like to.” Bucky started. “I would, but I think I need to go. In New York there’s someone who really needs closure, and I’ve been putting it off long enough.” he sighed, and that’s when Sam looked at him again. He seemed nervous and Sam understood.

“Of course.” he smiled. “But, you know, you’re always welcome here, man.” he added.

“Thanks.” Bucky smiled, and Sam’s heart fluttered. Damn, this could not be happening. “I guess I’ll see you- What?” he stopped mid-sentence to look at Sam in confusion.

“What ‘what’?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” Sam felt his face heat up and looked away. He kept his cool since Bucky showed up, and now he’s getting caught at whatever his face was doing while he was admiring Bucky’s gorgeous smile? He was pretty sure he was smiling, but what else could be visible in his expression, he had no idea. He was fucked.

“I don’t know, but it’s weird.” Bucky was frowning, his tone slow and confused.

“Bad weird?” Sam couldn’t help but ask, looking back at Bucky, who just shrugged.

“Just different. What’s up?” he asked, not wanting to let go. And of course Bucky, the expert of staring and observing, noticed the difference in Sam’s expression. Of course.

“Nothing, it’s stupid.” Sam laughed, feeling more than ridiculous.

“Now you gotta tell me.” Bucky nudged his arm. “What was that look about?”

“I was just thinking. Forget it.” he shook his head, he tried to brush it off, but he knew it was pointless. One more smile from Bucky, and he was going to melt into a puddle.

“Okay, well, I’m not gonna push.” he lifted both hands in defeat, but he was smiling. Whatever he saw in Sam’s face, had to be positive. Of course it was, he had been thinking about Bucky’s smile. “I’ll get it out of you another time.” he winked, starting to walk again, and Sam wasn’t sure when they stopped walking. “Call me when you have a lead.” he repeated his previous words, clapped Sam on the shoulder, and was about to walk away.

“You should smile more.” Sam said before he even realized he had opened his mouth. How was it that suddenly he couldn’t think around Bucky?

“What?” Bucky turned around, Sam was staring at him, probably looking as surprised as Bucky. But he said it, so there was no backing away now.

“I mean, that’s what I was thinking about.” he swallowed hard. “It’s a good look on you. When you smile.” he said, trying to sound as confident as he could. Slowly, another one of those amazing smiles showed up on Bucky’s face.

“Wow, I did not expect that.” he said, his expression smug.

“Shut up.” Sam rolled his eyes, forcing himself not to smile back.

“You thinking about my smile often?” Bucky then asked, because of course he had to tease Sam about it now.

“I haven’t seen you really smile until, like, yesterday, so no.” Sam answered and thought, damn, where is this conversation going and how did we get here. “And I’m just saying,” oh God, he so needs to shut up already, but his mouth is still moving and the words are pouring out despite his efforts to stop it. “I wouldn’t mind if you did that more often.”

Bucky chuckled, and boy was that a nice sound, and looked down for a second. Seemed like someone was shy about getting complimented. Alright, Sam got it, Bucky probably hasn’t been complimented at all for the past seventy years. But Sam also kinda liked making him blush - because that’s what was happening, Bucky’s cheeks were starting to get pink, and now Sam couldn’t contain his smile.

“That’s, uh, nice.” Bucky said, looking back at Sam. “I just feel really good here, you know?” he confessed. So now they were seriously going to start talking, huh? Sam couldn’t say he was complaining.

“So you gonna come back?” the question was out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Again. Damn, what was happening to him?

“I haven’t even left yet, Sam. Relax.” Bucky chuckled again, his beautiful, teeth-baring smile not disappearing from his face. Then he sighed. “I promise, once we deal with Karli, I’m gonna visit again and I’ll stay so long you’re gonna beg me to leave.” he added, teasingly. Sam just involuntarily smiled.

“Imma remember that. You better keep your promises.” he said, finger pointed at Bucky to accentuate his words.

“Always do. But now I really gotta go if I wanna catch my flight.” Bucky added, almost apologetically.

“Right.” Sam wanted him to stay, but he already said that, and he wasn’t about to beg. He wasn’t that desperate. And he knew Bucky had to go, he had things to do, people to see, he had to do the work and get better, and it seemed like he was really going to. “Uh, answer my calls and texts this time, will you?” he tried to sound casual and exasperated, but the longing and a bit of hope was audible even to him.

“You plan on contacting me a lot?” Bucky raised his eyebrow.

“Maybe.” Sam was suddenly all too aware of the distance between them. He would have to take two, maybe three steps, to get to Bucky and… and what? He wasn’t sure. “Are you gonna answer?” he asked again, taking a step towards Bucky. What was he doing?

“Of course.” Bucky answered. Sam must’ve looked surprised, because Bucky snickered. “How else will I know that you have a lead?”

“You’re an ass.” Sam rolled his eyes, his cheeks heating up. And here he was hoping they would actually start talking on a regular basis… not that he wanted that. Definitely not. Why would he?

“But if you call me without a lead, I might not hang up on you.” Bucky said, a bit reluctantly, a teasing smirk still on his face. “Depends on my mood.”

“You can call me, too. If you ever wanna talk. No matter what time it is.” Sam took another step, while Bucky watched him curiously.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“And, uh, thanks. For all the help, you know.” Sam shrugged. There was still a small distance between them, and he was contemplating crossing it and hugging Bucky.

“Of course.” he said, as if him helping Sam was the most natural and obvious thing in the world. “Anytime. But now I really have to-” he didn’t finish his sentence, because Sam took the final step. But instead of hugging Bucky, he pressed his lips against Bucky’s.

It was a split second, rash decision, he did not intend to do it. At all. It was either letting Bucky go and dreaming about that smile and longing for him for the next indefinite period of time until he saw him again… or kissing Bucky and possibly changing their whole dynamic, risking rejection and making things weird again, possibly weirder than ever.

But Bucky immediately kissed him back, as if he was expecting it. And Sam could feel him smiling, which only added to the fluttering feeling in his stomach.

At first, it was chaste, just lips against lips, but that lasted a whole two seconds before Bucky opened his mouth, deepening it. He dropped his bag, his metal hand finding its way to Sam’s hip, while the flesh one cupped Sam’s cheek. Sam’s hands were in Bucky’s hair, running his fingers through it, and trying to bring him even closer. Honestly, Sam wanted to stay in that moment forever. Bucky’s lips not only looked good and irresistible - the man was an amazing kisser. Sam wanted more. He needed more. And one of his hands started trailing down Bucky’s arm to the hem of his shirt, but then… Bucky broke the kiss.

“You really want me to miss my flight, huh?” he asked, his forehead pressed against Sam’s. He was smiling, and both their breaths were quickened.

“I told you, you could stay.” Sam said, not able to contain a smile either. “We could… uh, have some fun, if you stayed.” he added, his tone deliberately suggestive. He decided to stop being tentative about his feelings. They just made out, he was aroused, and he was pretty sure Bucky was too. He desperately wanted him closer, wanted their bodies pressed together. Preferably undressed. Oh fuck, when did he go from Bucky has a beautiful smile to I wanna fuck him ? This was happening fast. Or maybe those thoughts were always there, lurking, as he tried to convince himself he’s not attracted to the guy. Maybe.

“I would love to.” Bucky said, sighing, and his breath hit Sam’s mouth, making him shiver. He wanted those lips on his again. But Bucky pulled away, hands still on Sam, but now his piercing blue eyes were staring at him again. This time, Sam didn’t mind. The staring stopped bothering him a while ago.

“But?” Sam tried to keep disappointment out of his voice.

“But, before this,” he waved his flesh hand between them. “Develops any further, I need to deal with some stuff.” he said, and Sam felt his heart swell. First of all, Bucky seemed so sure that this thing between them would turn into something, so Sam didn’t have to worry about what the kiss meant, they were both on the same page. And second of all, Bucky actually wanted to work on himself first before getting into a relationship. Which filled Sam with pride. He knew that it wouldn’t be a problem for them - he knew a lot about Bucky and his trauma, and he would love to help, in any way he could. But if Bucky thought it was something he needed to do by himself, and was actually willing to do the work, that was amazing.

“Okay.” Sam said, smiling fondly. “Just, you know, not all the stuff, yeah? I’m not gonna wait for an eternity.” his tone was jocular, but he needed Buck to know that he was in, despite all his shit. He hoped his message was at least a bit clear.

“Yeah.” Bucky smiled, leaning in for another kiss, this time brief, leaving Sam chasing after him as he was pulling away. “I’ll see you soon.” he added, finally picking up his bag and starting to walk away. Again.

“You better answer your phone or you’ll see me sooner than you think.” Sam yelled after him. Bucky turned around to shoot him one of his genuine, amused grins that made Sam’s knees weak, and made it impossible not to smile back.

Yeah, he definitely loved Bucky’s smile. And he already couldn’t wait to see it again.

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probablyintensemuses · 3 years

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Sunflower

Summary: If he’s being honest Bucky’s liked you for a while, you joyful spirit was so intoxicating even in the most damning times. So dancing with him in the kitchen certainly doesn’t help him contain his crush.

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader.

Warnings: Total Fluff! Bucky!crushing

Based off ‘Sunflower’ by Harry Styles!

Italics are flashbacks

It had been yet another unsuccessful day of getting any new leads on the flag smashers, and after that stunt John Walker pulled with Karli—you, Bucky, and Sam weren’t sure you’d ever get another opportunity to get that close.

“If Walker would have fell back I could have talked to her more—coerced her into falling back with her mission.” Sam grumbled, throwing himself onto the sofa alongside Bucky as he nursed a beer.

You shook your head slowly as you walked toward the refrigerator, you weren’t in the mood for a drink. Although after the ass kicking you took you should be in an mood to get wasted—you just weren’t, in fact you wanted to dance of the stress.

“Something isn’t right with Walker,” Bucky began.

Sam snickered, taking another swig of his beer. “You don’t say.”

“He’s a little crazy, but nothing we haven’t faced before in the past.” You said shrugging your shoulders.

“Y/n’s got a point.” Sam said, pointing at you with the tip of his beer.

“Whatever,” Bucky grumbled, as he slipped out of his leather jacket revealing his sleek vibranium arm.

That arm always fascinated you, the intricacies of it all— and you couldn’t help but stare.

You watched carefully as Bucky slipped by you, grabbing the dark liquor that sat on the high shelf above the counter you found yourself propped on. Bucky was truly something else and you’d be lying if you say you didn’t think he was handsome—because James Barnes was very handsome; and the darkness to him only added to that appeal. Your cheeks warmed as you watched him lift the glass and take a sip of the brown liquor, shaking his head a bit from the slight burn of it going down.

Biting your lip you shook off those thoughts. Jumping off of the counter and fixing your outfit you watched Bucky walk towards the couch and sit next to Sam, for two people who couldn’t stand each other they certainly had no problem getting so close.

“I want to dance.” You blurted suddenly, as you watched the two men with their heads thrown back against the couch.

“Well dance.” Sam said, his eyes still closed tightly paying you no mind.

“I can’t dance alone.” You mutter, while shuffling through your playlist until you landed on ‘Sunflower’ by Harry Styles.

“I haven’t danced since the 1940’s, so I’m off the table.” Bucky shrugged.

Sam rolled his eyes, taking a stern look at Bucky beside him, he knew the whole tough guy approach when it came to you was a facade . He watched how on recent missions Bucky he’d melt in your touch, or sway his opinion on the plan to coincide to what you believed should be the course of action. Or the one time he had gotten hurt and you healed him, not without having to touch his chest, Sam could have swore Bucky would explode with how red his face had become. Sam also knew you were still getting a handle on your powers and always approached fight with a gentle approach, and fighting the flag smashers with their brute force was challenging for you. He remembers watching you get kicked back pretty hard and taking a nasty hit and Bucky swooping in and punching them hard—harder than Sam thinks he’s ever seen.

So yeah, Sam knew Bucky had a crush on you. And he knew you felt the same way, as you only told him a million times.

...

“Do you think Bucky is available.”

Sam scoffed, pulling out red wing, as he was shattered to pieces. “I think an 106 year old reformed assassin is always available.”

“You think, I mean not—not that I care, I’m asking for a friend.” You lied.

“Mhm,’ Sam hummed. “And what’s this friends name?”

“Um,’ you said, tapping your index finger slightly on your chin. “Come to think of it—I can’t remember.”

“Is this friends name, Y/n?”

“Pff, why would I like a overwhelming handsome mysterious guy I work with?” You said sarcastically.

“Sound like your type,” Sam laughed, as he played with red wing. “Ask him out already, I’m sure he’ll say yes.”

“No, I can’t!’ You whispered. “Stop talking he’s coming.”

“He’ll say yes, trust me.” Sam whispered back.

“What did I miss?” Bucky said, drying his dark hair off with a towel.

“Nothing!” You holler, louder than even you expected.

...

“You should go dance with her.” Sam said, nudging Bucky with his elbow.

“And why would I do that.” Bucky frowned, watching you do some weird dance with your hands and neck.

“Because you like her.” Sam said bluntly.

“I do not like her!” Bucky whisper shouted.

Sam chuckled. “Please I haven’t seen you punch something that hard since our bridge moment.”

Bucky drew his eyebrows together completely focused on Sam, with you still bouncing around in the background. “What does that mean?”

“Y/n hurt, our mission, you practically breaking that flag-smashers jaw.’ Sam explained. “Oh Y/n, are you okay.” Sam teased, cupping his hands together at the side of his face while batting his eyelashes obnoxiously.

“Shut up man—she’s our partner and she was hurt.” Bucky said sternly.

“The girl can bend blood on a full moon, I’m sure she was fine. If I’m being honest she probably did it to get your reaction.” Sam smirked, taking a swig of his beer.

“Whatever.” Bucky groaned, getting up from the couch.

“Where you going lover boy?” Sam said loudly.

“To get a beer—and I’m not a lover boy!” He affirmed.

Bucky slipped into the kitchen, his eyes on the fridge but he couldn’t help but watch you dance in the kitchen like it was a dance floor. He admired how happy you could always be—and at first he thought it was attributed to your lack of loss or trauma but then he found out your entire tribe was burned down and you had nothing. But he figured your meditation skills helped , and that you could often speak with your loved ones through the spirit realm you often entered . He learned that one night when he walked in on you, completely glowing blue and holding hands with an unknown woman who was also entirely light up blue.

Bucky reached into the fridge grabbing the beer he wanted before shutting it and you were right there bouncing up and down. Bucky snickered a bit before turning to walk away.

“James.” You whined from behind him.

He stopped in his tracks, he didn’t mind when you called him Bucky but he especially liked when you called him James.

“Yes Y/n.” He said, popping open his beer easily.

“Dance with me?” She asked, holding out a hand for him.

“No.” Bucky said.

“Please, just one song. You know you want to.” You smiled, shrugging your shoulders to the beat.

“No.” He said again.

Not thinking, you grab his hand and drag him with you jumping to the beat as Bucky stood completely frozen. He hadn’t pulled away, he loved your touch it was the softest he had felt since his mother.

You hummed the lyrics of the song bouncing up and down and kicking around. You had no rhythm but look absolutely adorable at what you were doing.

“Not going to dance—okay, I’ll do it for you.” You said out of breath.

Slowly you push and pull Bucky’s body toward yours, interlocking your fingers as you did so. The more you did this the looser the smile on his lips got. And eventually Bucky swayed to the beat with you, it was a small dance but it was still noticeable to you and Sam at least. The two of you danced until the end of the song as promised, and eventually Bucky had a very big grin on his face—he did quite enjoy Harry Styles, and dancing with you of course. The first girl since 1943. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he enjoyed every bit of it.

“Well I guess I can’t hold you hostage, the one song is over.” You panted.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck slowly, coughing a bit. “I wouldn’t mind another if that’s okay.” He said.

A wide smile appeared on your face, your eyes crinkling in the corner. “I would love that James.”

“Can it be Watermelon Sugar?” He asked.

“It can be whatever you want.” You laugh, gripping his hands once more.

“Watermelon Sugar it is.” He said with a smile.

A/N: Pleaseeeee can y’all imagine Bucky dancing in the kitchen to Harry Styles with the fattest smile. My heart 💞💞 I love Bucky and Wanda so lots of their fics coming soon.

Please reblog if you enjoyed!

#bucky barns imagine #bucky fluff #bucky imagine #bucky x female reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #buckysam #bucky x y/n #bucky fic #bucky barnes #tfatws

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st4rlabsforever · 3 years

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post-episode 3 fix-it

words: 2.9k

notes: i started a long fic based on this post after watching ep 3. i cannibalized some snippets from another fic i wrote last week so if you see similar scenes, that’s why. i think this will end up being 12-15k words endgame sambucky by the end, but i refuse to post on ao3 until it’s complete. this is the first 3 scenes. feel free to comment and message me your thoughts since i’m still very much in the writing phase :)

summary: “It’s the kind of statement that should be screamed into Bucky’s face, but he’s learning that when Sam’s angry – when he’s truly angry – he’s just as soft-spoken as he is when he’s in one of his pensive moods. And he lets his anger build and build and build until it bursts in spectacular fashion.”

“I didn’t back Steve on the Sokovia Accords,” Sam says unprompted one day. They’re so close to apprehending the Flagsmashers and wrapping up this ridiculous saga.

“I don’t follow,” Bucky says.

“I was the one who refused to sign it first. Not Steve.”

Sam says it so softly that Bucky has to strain to hear him. Sam is loud and chatty and half the time he keeps up a constant stream of chatter just to get on Bucky’s nerves, but Bucky’s coming to realize that when he really wants to make himself heard, he’s soft spoken and mild. Bucky doesn’t entirely follow his train of thought, though.

The thing is, Sam is unreadable when it really matters. He offers words of comfort where needed – in Germany, after seeing Walker with the shield that wasn’t his, knowing that it had affected Bucky just as much as himself; in Madripoor, Bucky’s hand on the throat of some henchman or other, Sam’s hand on his when the Soldier’s memories threatened to overtake him; even in Riga, when Bucky’s guilt over releasing T’Chaka’s killer bubbled to the surface and Sam had checked in with him even though he couldn’t have possibly known about Bucky’s meeting with Ayo. Sam speaks with his eyes, always a searching look that leaves Bucky raw and feeling like he’s been x-rayed. I see you, is what those eyes say.

In contrast, Bucky’s words of comfort feel hollow. He knows that Isaiah is still a live wire for Sam, checks in with him after Madripoor when he can tell the conversation with Nagel weighs heavy on his mind. But he doesn’t see the way Sam does. He knows he’d missed something important because that conversation had ended in an argument and a threat from Sam to destroy the shield.

He never gets a chance to ask Sam what he’s getting at, because Torres signals to them that they’re at the drop point before all hell breaks loose.

***

In the end, after Karli and the Power Broker and whoever else decides to show their head from the emporium of supervillains are dealt with and they finally have a moment of peace, Bucky says, “The shield looks good on you.”

Sam freezes a few paces ahead of Bucky, the shield strapped loosely to his wrist.

“We make a good team,” Bucky says softly.

What he doesn’t expect is for Sam to whirl around suddenly. The look of barely restrained fury is enough to nearly knock Bucky off he’s feet. They fight without ever really fighting all the time, squabbles over who went left and who went right and who was supposed to lead and who was supposed to follow, but never has he seen Sam look like this before. The fury verges on hurt and it’s so fucking visceral that Bucky can barely breathe.

“You don’t get to say that,” Sam says quietly. His voice shakes and he closes his eyes like he’s steadying himself.

“I said I’d squash it until the mission was over, and I did. But you know what? I’m not doing this anymore.”

“Sam–”

“You don’t get to tell me what a good team is. Not after all the shit we just went through. You invited yourself to Munich, and I thought, ‘Fine. I could use the extra set of hands.’ We went through it together against Thanos and I respected that.”

Sam shakes his head. “But then you went off on some lone wolf woe-is-me bullshit, and look at where it got us. You broke Zemo out without even asking if I was down with that. You knew I wasn’t and you forced my hand. Now I’m an accomplice.”

“He was our only lead–”

“Bullshit. That field trip to Madripoor led us right back to Karli. Torres ended up tracking them to Riga anyway.”

“But the Power Broker–”

“–showed his ugly face in the end. All we got out of Madripoor was you digging up your trauma and us getting our faces plastered all over the internet. I promised Sharon one goddamn thing and I can’t even deliver on that now.”

“But I went along with it, fine,” Sam continues. “I knew it couldn’t have been easy reaching back into that headspace, doing what you did to Selby’s men.” The memory blindsides Bucky. “So I tabled it.” Sam taps out a tally with his fingers.

“And back in Baltimore, you’d been too keyed up about Steve being wrong about you to even listen to what I had to say. Again, I tabled it.” Another tally.

“I’ve been meeting you halfway this entire time, man, and I’ve gotten near nothing in return. You kept Isaiah a secret from me, and at first I thought you were just clueless about how damn significant it would’ve been for me to know about him.” Sam shakes his head.

“But then we met him. You saw what they did to him. The one Black supersoldier – a fucking hero – and look what they did to him. You saw it with your own eyes and you still sat there and lectured me about what you thought I should’ve done with that goddamn shield.”

“There’s precedent for it, you know,” Sam says. It takes Bucky a moment to realize Sam is expecting an answer.

Bucky doesn’t know, is the thing. He feels like he’s all of five years old again, put on the spot. He’s reminded of when Zemo just had to let him know about the African American experience; he’d felt chastised and embarrassed enough to pretend like he’d had any clue what themes lurked in Marvin Gaye’s work. Sam just searches him with those eyes, searches Bucky for something yet unfathomable and decides he hasn’t found it. That hurts more than anything else; Bucky wishes he could sink into the ground, make himself as small as possible. Sam doesn’t notice, or else doesn’t care, and just plows on with a scoff.

“You don’t even know the true history of the country you’re living in. Figures.” He shakes his head. “You’re not ever going to be able to separate the shield from the history Black folks have endured at the hands of this country. Not now, not ever.”

Sam doesn’t even look angry anymore. Angry, Bucky can deal with. It would be a relief, even.

Instead, Sam looks at him with a disappointment that somehow surpasses what Steve could have ever accomplished.

“Whatever. I tabled that, too,” Sam says. “And then after Madripoor, after we heard that doctor go on and on about Isaiah’s blood like he wasn’t even a real human-being? I said my piece and all you did was throw that shield bullshit back in my face.”

“Sam–” Bucky tries again. He’s mortified to hear the crack in his own voice.

“It’s honestly breathtaking,” Sam says with something that might be akin to genuine wonder, or maybe even morbid curiosity in his voice. “We saw the same things in Baltimore and Madripoor, but your head was so far up your own ass that you never once stopped to think all of it was just proof to me. That the shield in the hands of a Black man wouldn’t make any damn sense.”

It’s the kind of statement that should be screamed into Bucky’s face, but he’s learning that when Sam’s angry – when he’s truly angry – he’s just as soft-spoken as he is when he’s in one of his pensive moods. And he lets his anger build and build and build until it bursts in spectacular fashion.

Sam’s not even done yet. “And that’s another thing. Stealing the shield from Walker…” Sam rolls his eyes at the memory. “You want to run around with that giant frisbee, fine. That’s your business. But then you forced it on me–”

“That’s not fair,” Bucky says immediately. Desperately. “You didn’t have to accept it.”

“The whole damn country was watching,” Sam says hotly. “It was either accept it, or shit all over Steve fucking Rogers’s legacy and make myself into the villain half the country was already hoping I’d turn out to be.”

“You were dead wrong for that,” Sam says. “I stuck around until we took down Karli because it was the right thing to do. After Munich, though, this little adventure was all you. Zemo, Madripoor, the shield.”

Sam shoves the shield into Bucky’s arms, the impact so sudden that it forces him back a step.

“Since you’re so obsessed with this thing, it’s yours. Congrats,” Sam says sarcastically. “I’m sure you’ll do it proud.”

Bucky lets out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding.

“For what it’s worth,” Sam says, “Steve might not have understood everything about me. But in Vienna, when it came time to sign the accords? He was considering it. I put my foot down first and he listened.”

Sam shrugs. “Whatever you thought we were, it's not a team.”

Bucky knows where to drive the knife in to kill a man in as few twists of the wrist as possible – a brutal economy of movement and technique. But Sam...it pales in comparison to what Sam’s capable of. His weapons aren’t knives and his targets may not be made of flesh and blood, but he knows exactly where he needs to strike to rip Bucky open raw. Bucky feels like he’s been flayed alive.

“How about that long vacation?” Sam says, and claps Bucky on the shoulder.

And we’ll never have to see each other ever again goes unsaid.

Fuck.

***

The thing about ignoring Sam’s texts was that Bucky responded if they were actually important. It just so happened that most of the nonsense Sam sent was inane prattling about his day, about his job, his sister, his nephews. Now that he’s on the receiving end of it, though, it feels awful.

3/25/21, 2:58 AM

I’m sorry.

Delivered

3/28/21, 1:51 AM

Can we talk?

Delivered

3/31/21, 3:05 AM

Let me know what to do and I’ll do it.

Read 3:34 AM

4/1/21, 12:42 AM

Or if there’s anything you need.

Read 1:05 AM

Yesterday, 1:00 AM

I’m available if you need another body for a mission.

Read 1:02 AM

A week into the admittedly one-sided exchange, Sam turns his damn read receipts on. It’s ridiculous and it’s fucking asinine and it gets under Bucky’s skin immediately. It’s a form of twenty-first century psychological warfare that he’s unfamiliar with and already can’t stand. Mainly, he hates that it makes him seem desperate (he’s not), needy (he might be, especially when he realizes with horror that he actually misses Sam’s rambling texts), and ridiculous (he definitely is, because he’s letting petty mind games get to him).

Normally, Sam would send him nearly daily updates on his comings and goings – whether he’d been in New York, D.C., or New Orleans. The radio silence is unsettling. Bucky wonders if Sam made good on his promise to take a long vacation. And then....

The thing about apologies is that Bucky isn’t sure he’s ever done a proper one in his entire life, at least nothing beyond a rote “I’m sorry” with the “let’s move on” part left unspoken. But it stands to reason, Bucky thinks, that a proper apology can’t be given if he’s not completely certain what he’s dealing with. That’s all well and good because he’s got the world at the tips of his fingers, is what Yori always said. And when he grows frustrated with reading on his tiny phone screen, the New York Public Library is only a train ride away.

Sam had mentioned precedent, so Bucky’s first search is for medical experimentation. He knows for a fact he was good at this once, a memory of Steve whining about him being too good at exams coming up unbidden. He reads voraciously. Anything and everything that might offer a clue on what he’d missed. And it doesn’t take long for him to find what he’s looking for.

He reads with dawning horror. The Tuskegee syphilis experiments. Eugenics. God, the fucking Nazis had even modeled their race science on the American school of thought. The things that the history books left out. Some of it was even happening under his nose in the 30s, he’d just been blissfully unaware. He somehow ends up down a rabbit hole where words like `prison industrial complex’ and `school-to-prison pipeline’ make increasingly more persistent appearances. New Jim Crow. COINTELPRO. War on drugs. The way all of these horrors reached their long arms into the twenty-first century.

Bucky’s going to be sick. The memories come up one after another.

Just give him your ID so we can leave.

You think you can wake up one day and decide who you want to be? It doesn’t work like that. Well, maybe it does for folks like you.

So you’re telling me that there was a Black supersoldier decades ago and nobody knew about it.

This is what you’re not going to do. You’re not going to come here in your over-extended life and tell me about my rights.

The shield wasn’t yours to give away.

He spends the next week in his downtime reading. With the mission being over and his parole in jeopardy, his downtime mostly coincides with every day of the week.

Had Steve known?

No, he thinks. Steve was compassionate, but he wouldn’t have known because he’d taken one look at the problems of twenty-first century America and decided he’d had enough. Then he’d ran back to the 40s to live out some fantasy that simply didn’t – couldn’t – exist anymore. Had he eventually become aware of all the issues plaguing this country that they’d been able to ignore as starry-eyed kids in Brooklyn? Bucky hopes not, because that would mean he’d...no.

A part of Bucky thinks he’s so surprised because he’d thought things – race relations, civil rights, not things, his brain amends – had been getting better in the 40s. Deep down, though, he knows that’s a lie. A 2 AM read through Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States confirms it. Shady politicians. Klansmen who went back to their day jobs as cops, judges, firefighters. Mass incarceration taking its place as the new king on the throne of segregation. Evidently,

There had been plenty of folks – white folks – raising an uproar about these hidden horrors back then. The seeds of those movements had even been there in the 30s. Bucky tells himself that he’d been raised during the Great Depression, that his family had been too focused on putting food on the table to focus on social movements, but that, too, ends up being a lie. The poorest and working class whites – some, at least – in movement and solidarity with civil rights. Not him, though. Apparently he’d had his head up his ass back then, too.

Bucky can see the bigger picture a tiny bit more clearly, now.

Fine. So he’s been disarmed of the little lies he’d used as shields, and he also owes Sam one hell of an apology.

Somehow, he doesn’t think “I’m sorry, I was ignorant then but I read some books and now I know better” is going to cut it. Maybe a commitment to do better would work? Perhaps after Baltimore, but not now. That ship had long since sailed. Some grand act of service, then? He’s sure he can think of something Sam needs in this post-Blip world that he can provide. He vaguely remembers Sarah mentioning something about a ship and bank loan. That could be a starting point.

It doesn’t take much time to find the public records on the Wilson family business and then the not-so-public records on the denied bank loan. It wouldn’t take much for him to pry a little, not when seedy bankers were astonishingly amenable to the threat of violence. But he’s reminded of Zemo and figures that he ought not to do anything so drastic that could jeopardize Sam’s family situation further.

He snorts. Did growth that came several months late still count?

In the end, he decides to rip the bandage off quickly, which is how he finds himself in the sticky Louisiana heat with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, staring back at an incredulous Sam through his open door.

“I did some reading recently,” Bucky says.

“Hmm.”

It’s not outright refusal, so Bucky continues.

“About, um, the things you mentioned last time. Precedent.”

“Huh.”

For someone who’s normally so expressive with his language, Sam’s one-word answers as nerve-wracking as anything.

“I didn’t fully appreciate the situation that you were in. That you’re still in,” Bucky amends.

Sam shrugs. “It’s cool,” he says in a way that doesn’t sound like he really believes it. Bucky wonders if this is a test; he feels just as lost as he did on that plane a week ago.

“Let’s do this outside,” Sam says, closing the door behind him and ushering Bucky away from it. “Walk with me.”

They head down to the pier mostly in silence until Bucky breaks it. “I’m sorry for making it all about me,” he says.

Sam stares at him. It’s true Bucky might stare a little too much on occasion, but Sam’s stares are utterly unnerving in the way he seems to see right through Bucky when he really wants to, like he’s already mapped out all there is to know.

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parkersbliss · 3 years

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hey umm so can i request a sam wilson x f!reader fic/drabble where the reader is sarah wilson's friend and she has a mental breakdown then stays in sarah's house for a night, later on the midnight she sees sam's cap america speech and she stunned for a moment... in the morning when sam returns he sees reader, then they kind of sorts hugging each other and/or having casual talk that turns into a deep conversation? i'm sorry if this is long, i'm honestly having the same situation rn and i want some fic where sam comforts the reader 'cus i haven't find one:((

so sorry for the wait!! I hope you’re doing okay anon <3 you are loved

It was stupid. You felt like such an intrusion, but you didn’t know what else to do. It was all too much, and it wasn’t.

All it was a simple failed attempt to make dinner and everything just kind of… broke.

You find yourself at Sarah’s house, anxiously knocking at the door as you sniffle.

What if she didn’t answer? Or pushed you out? Or even just-

“(Y/N)? Honey, what happened?”

You shake your head, and Sarah understandably instantly opening her arms up for you. She hugs you tightly, letting you relax and let everything loose in her arms.

She doesn’t say anything, just shuts the door behind you and waits patiently. You still can’t even begin to explain your feelings.

Everything was wrong, but then, it wasn’t. There’s really no way to explain hopelessness, it just is.

Maybe it’s a trick of the mind, but it still hurts.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sarah asked, setting her hands on your shoulders.

“No,” You reply, voice hoarse. “I don’t know how.”

“That’s alright,” she assures. “I’m going to get a blanket and pillows. You can stay here. There’s ice cream, the TV, anything. Just let me know.”

You thank Sarah, almost tearing up at her kindness. She had the biggest heart.

She returns with the fluffiest blanket she could find and pillows. She props them on the couch for you, giving you a soft smile.

“‘M okay,” you said, blinking harshly.

“You don’t have to be.”

“I know, but I’m okay for now. Thank you, Sarah. Really.”

“You know I’m always here for you, honey. No matter what.”

She hugs you tightly, pulling back and telling you to holler if you need her.

But you let her go to bed, she needs her sleep. Lord knows her boys take all her energy.

Sleep doesn’t come easy for you though, and you flip threw the TV channels aimlessly. There was really nothing good on at midnight. You flip past a channel, and immediately go back.

Was that?

It was.

Your lips part when you see Sam on screen, standing in a new suit.

“I’m a black man, carrying the stars and strips. What don’t I understand?” He asked. “Every time I pick this thing up, I know there are millions of people out there who are going To hate me for it. Even now, here. I feel it. The stares, the judgment, and there’s nothing I can do to change it. And I’m still here. No super serum. No blonde hair or blue eyes. The only power I have is that I believe we can do better.”

You stare at the screen, letting the words sink in. That was Sam Wilson up there. Sarah’s brother, your best friend.

“We can’t demand that people step up if we don’t meet them halfway. You control the banks. Shit, You can move borders. You can knock down a forest with an email. You could feed a million people With a phone call. But the question is, who was in the room with you when you’re making those decisions? Is it the people you’re going to impact? Or is it just more people like you?”

There’s silence as Sam look to a girl being carried away. “I mean, this girl died trying to stop you. And no one has stopped for one second to ask why. You’ve got to do better. Senator, you’ve got to step up because if you don’t, the next Karli will, and you don’t want to see 2.0. People believed in her cause so much that they helped her defy the strongest governments in the world. Why do you think that is? A few people have just as much power as an insane God or misguided teenager. The question you have to ask yourself is how are you going to use it?”

Sam steps down after that and you’re quiet. You switch the TV off, letting the darkness settle into the room. Your mind races as you recall his speech.

Sleep came easy after that.

…

The door unlocking wakes you.

Your limbs crack as you yawn, stretching in the morning sun.

“(Y/N)?”

Your head snaps to the door, thinking it was Sarah, when it was Sam.

“Sam!”

He drops his luggage, and you run up to him. You throw your arms around his neck, familiarizing yourself with the feeling of being in his arms. Sam hugs you back with just as much love.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, pulling back, his hands lingering on your arms.

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I just - I broke down and now I’m here.”

Sam’s eyes fill with concern as he sits next to you on the couch. He doesn’t ask if you want to talk about it.

“I saw your speech last night.”

“That was at like one a.m, sweetie.”

“I know,” you said. “I was still awake, but it was good. It was really good. You’re inspiring to many people, you know that?”

“Are you one of them?”

You smile, “Yeah, I am.”

“Talk to me.”

“About?”

“Anything. Just get it off your chest.”

“I think puppies are really cute. I want to get one of those really fluffy white ones.”

Sam lets you ramble, interjecting his thoughts every now and then. He agrees you should get a puppy.

He doesn’t like avocados. He doesn’t want to return to Germany anytime soon, and yes, he does miss Bucky, already.

“But does it ever feel… out of place? Do you ever feel out of place? Like there’s so much more out there, but you’re stuck here. And there’s nothing.”

“There’s always something, you just have to find it.”

“I know, I know there’s a reason for everything, but somedays… it’s like what’s the point? It’s all so overwhelming, and I don’t want to do anything, but not doing anything makes me feel worse.”

“Do what makes you happy, and screw everything else. If you want to eat ice cream and watch some medical drama all day, then do that. If you want to go to the gym, do that. Don’t carry a mountain you’re only meant to climb.”

You smile in the slightest, weighing Sam’s advice in your mind. You know he’s right. And though, a few words won’t fix everything, it fixes enough.

“Thank you.”

Sam nudges your shoulder, “I told you I’m good at this whole therapy thing.”

“Shut up,” You laugh.

He swings an arm around your shoulder, “Wanna go get ice cream?”

“I’ll race you.”

“It’s on.”

#gracie’s blurbs #sam wilson x y/n #sam wilson one shot #sam wilson imagine #sam wilson headcanon #sam wilson hc #sam wilson x reader #Sam wilson #the falcon #anthony mackie x reader #anthony mackie

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fluffy-lee-boa · 3 years

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Teaching Me How To Move On

(A SamBucky tickle fic :3)

@tickleebug requested some Sam and Bucky, so I went a little wild with it and made a short story to show how Bucky is adapting to his new life, and his new partner. Spoilers for Endgame/TFATWS btw!

“Buhucky! Cut it out!” Steve snorted, swatting at the younger’s arm as he lightly dug into his sides.

Before he’d taken the serum, it had been a well-known fact that Steve Rogers was probably one of the most ticklish guys in Brooklyn. Sure, he hated to admit it in public, and Bucky respected that, but when he and Bucky were hanging out at home? All bets were off.

So James Buchanan Barnes took every opportunity like this to tease the other about his sensitivity, sitting beside him and carefully scratching at all the spots he knew would make the other squeal. He never took it overboard, considering Steve’s fragile state, but he did tire the other out enough that he would be sure the smaller wouldn’t get revenge.

“Come on Stevie, there’s no way you’re gonna make the army if you can’t handle a little tickling,” he smirked at the other.

Steve gave an snort, slapping a hand to his face before shaking his head rapidly, “This is just tohorture!!”

“Mhm. And?” Bucky snickered as he trailed his hands up to Steve’s stomach, relishing in the deeper laughter that it gave him.

This certain brand of “torture” continued for a few minutes, interspersed with cruel teases and barely-masked flirting that the ever-oblivious Rogers seemed to let fly over his head. Though it was easy to tell Steve wasn’t trying very hard to escape the other’s grasp, especially considering how lightly Buck was holding him down in fear of injury. He could stop any time he wanted, really.

Bucky finally let up once the wheezing started, almost immediately leaving the room only to reappear with a cup of water. He couldn’t help the smug grin on his face as the other struggled to hide his deep blush. The moment was perfect.

Too perfect.

He would wait another day to tell him about his draft card. He didn’t want to ruin what they had just yet.

Years.

Years had gone by since that day- decades, even. He had gone for most of that time without Steve, without those affectionate touches and softness, and without love. He’d gone for even longer now that Steve was....

No, he didn’t like to think about the past few months. About how the very man he’d grown up with, who’d told him he’d be with him to the end of the line, got off early. -He couldn’t be angry with him, though. It was his life, after all. His choice. Steve would probably be better off with Peggy, anyways.

But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell, and that he was absolutely starved for affection with no one in the world to fix it for him.

Well... almost no one.

Admittedly, he’d grown closer to Sam in the time since the new Cap was gifted the shield. Despite his reservations, and the rocky start to their partnership, they’d come to an understanding. Especially after all they’d been through in their mission to stop Karli, and then Walker thereafter.

And there was the boat, of course. Bucky hadn’t even known Sam had a boat before this week- never even been near one besides during war times. Yet he found himself spending hours and even days of his time on helping him fix it. Then the days after that teaching the new Captain to toss the shield.

Was this what having a friend was like?

He couldn’t tell. I mean, after Steve, nothing was going to feel just right. ...Or so he thought.

See, even if Bucky had tried to deny it, Sam felt safe. He felt like Steve did. They shared that same big heart Bucky had always admired, and honestly, the shield couldn’t have found a better wielder. But on the other hand, Sam was also more honest, and more direct. That was something he needed after all those years of manipulation and self-pity. Not exactly tough love, but the truth. A kinder, softer truth.

“Hey! Buck!” Sam had called from the other side of the open field, between a few lone trees that were wrapped in foam.

Bucky looked up, torn from his deep thoughts about friendship and Captains and shields. He didn’t give away any of it through his glance, much better at hiding behind an emotionless mask these days.

“Are you gonna throw it back or what? -The shield, I mean.” the figure laughed.

James rolled his eyes and walked over, trying to play it off, “Your stance is off. You’re gonna get someone killed if you don’t have enough balance.”

“Balance my ass,” Sam scoffed jokingly as he took the shield back from the other, looking him over suspiciously, “...You’re just deflecting again. You’ve been spacing out like crazy today... did something happen?”

Ah, there was that signature therapist-like concern that Wilson managed to worm into every conversation. It made Bucky’s heart beat faster and his stomach flip and he hated it. No one had been this worried about him since he came back from the icy abyss of HYDRA’s control. No one else had checked up on him so consistently for no other gain than his continued wellbeing.

“I’m fine.” He shot back despite himself, half of a glare on his face as he turned away to go back to his spot.

Sam rolled his eyes at the other’s dramatics, at this point being readily used to the cold demeanor Bucky used to push aside his own feelings. But he wasn’t ready to let it slide this time around. So he stepped towards him after setting aside the vibranium shield, reaching out to stop him from walking away again.

Quite a few things happened after that, one after the other.

For one, Sam had underestimated how quickly Bucky could power-walk away from him, and ended up grazing his side with a small grabbing motion rather than taking him by the wrist.

From there, Bucky had faltered in his pace with a quick giggle, before looking back at the other with a somewhat horrified expression. Oh no.

It was painfully obvious to Sam now, by Buck’s initial reaction and the way he seemed just about ready to jump out of his skin.

“There is no way in hell....”

“Sam, you don’t want to do this-”

“You’re ticklish?!”

Bucky cringed, almost immediately blushing just as Steve had whenever he’d done the same to him back in Brooklyn. Karma may have been delayed for almost a century, but it sure did come back to bite him. Figures as much, right?

Bucky had started walking backwards away from the now-very-menacing falcon, though with the woods around them, his ankle caught on a rock and sent him flying back onto his butt. Figures even more.

Before he could up and scramble away, probably going to rush to Sarah and beg for protection, Sam had pounced. The super soldier found himself being straddled, which didn’t help his confusing feelings from before at all. He hands ended up under Sam’s knees, and even if he knew he could probably escape, he was concerned he’d end up hurting the other if he lost control of his own strength.

“Sam! Get off!” He said in a shockingly squeaky shout, obviously flustered.

“Nu-uh. I need to see this for myself.” Sam snickered, making the other look away as his blush deepened.

“You su-AHAHUCK-“

Before Bucky could articulate what would have totally been a coherent and witty response, Sam had taken the initiative and dug straight into the dip of his sides. There was an explosion of sunny and bubbly laughter that didn’t suit the awkward Soldier at all, making Sam beam down at the other.

Bucky internally cursed as he looked up and caught glimpse of the smile. He was too perfect- it was unfair!

Sam chuckled as he lightened up, tracing circles around his hips and making Bucky jerk back and forth with a few left over giggles, “Wowwww... It’s worse than I thought.”

“Shut the hell uhuhup...” Bucky muttered in embarrassment, making Wilson roll his eyes.

Sam knew he could definitely find a worse spot, and ignoring Bucky’s continued insults and thinly-veiled threats, he scanned the other’s upper body as thought to himself.

His metal arm probably couldn’t feel anything, right? But what about the spot just where the two met...?

Bucky noticed where his partner’s gaze had fallen, suddenly looking alarmed as he turned to begging, “Hey, wait, hold on, that’s a bad idea, Wilson. -Agh- Please? Is that what you want? Fine! I’m saying please-“

Sam just shook his head with that stupid, handsome smirk on his face, “Saying please isn’t gonna save you this time around. Tell me what’s wrong.... and I won’t absolutely wreck you. And trust me, I have an older sister. I know exactly how to do it.”

Bucky went quite besides his quick breathes and squirmy giggles, looking off to the side as he tried to consider his options despite the continued teasing of his sides and hips. But no- he couldn’t say what was really on his mind. Stubborn is as stubborn does.

“Do your worst.”

There was only a moment of reprieve as Wilson took in the other’s bratty reply, before he wiggled his fingers into that horrible dip between Buck’s metal arm and his ribs, right in the hollow. His other hand went to the rest of his rib cage just as quickly, alternating between both sides and dipping in between the spaces for added torture.

Bucky was pretty much lost in a handful of seconds.

He cackled, kicking his legs and pulling at his arms with only a shred of resistance from the last part of him that was conscious, which was still bent on making sure he didn’t hurt Sam.

But, that part of him could only hold out for so long, and when Sam found an extra sensitive spot between his ribs, Bucky ended up arching so suddenly that Sam was sent a good five feet away by his super strength.

Whoops.

There was a long pause as the air around them stilled once more, Sam laying feet away and laughing hysterically at his friend’s reaction while Bucky himself calmed himself down to a frenzy of frantic giggling.

After he was able to regain control of himself, he sat up to look over at Sam, his arms wrapped around his own torso protectively so the falcon could no longer access his weak spot. His voice was hoarse as he asked sheepishly, “...Are you ok?”

Sam’s own laughter died down, and he waved his hand dismissively, “Fine, fine. I shoulda expected it. You’re a hyper-ticklish super soldier. I’m just lucky you didn’t break my arm.“

Bucky didn’t find much humor in that joke, but he got up and made his way over to the other anyway. He held out his hand to help him stand beside him, and Wilson smiled softly at the other’s still reddened face, “Maybe we should do that more often. You’re cute when you’re blushing like that.”

And he walked away.

Bucky, for better or worse, didn’t have the same luxury that his old partner did of obliviousness to such direct declarations of affection, so he simply stood in shock as he was left in the small field of grass.

...Maybe, just maybe, his new life wasn’t as empty and lonely as he’d previously thought. Maybe Sam... could be what he really needed, as a partner, and as a friend.

Or.... maybe something more.

Lots of maybes today. But then again, when is anything ever certain?

#lee!bucky #ler!sam #marvel tickle fic #tickle fic #mcu tickle #marvel tickling

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puckingawesomerecs · 3 years

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won’t finish what you started by @pattyrosyteeks

travis konecny/nolan patrick (flyers) | 3k | mature

Nolan wasn’t dumb. He saw Karly’s Instagram announcement before TK’s text came through. Maybe he was dumb for turning alerts on for her posts but fuck. He was curious. It’s not like anyone was gonna know that maybe he was a little bit more pathetic than curious.

rec comments: One fact about me is I literally never read fics with ambigious/no happy endings (because if these boys are going to make me suffer, they’ll fix things up a little in the end) but I gave this a chance for Jess and oh boy. It is sad, I really felt for Nolan here (especially in the beginning). I love the style and I feel like so many feelings are packed in such short sentences at times, it’s beautiful. And heartbreaking. I warned you. - @macknnons

read on AO3

#travis konecny #nolan patrick #travis konecny x nolan patrick #fic rec #hockey rpf #flyers #under 10k #mature #maïna

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thesharondefenseleague · 3 years

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while i love wanda and feel bad for her I think how the narrative handled her brainwashing people. It feels like she should have gotten held more responsible by the good guys at least for a while and what we got was a sorta fix it fic with Monica who sympathizes earlier cuz people felt bad for her.

Especially considering there have been characters who are actually brainwashed and get held more responsible by the good guys in the story

But like ya...compared to her Sharon did basically nothing yet seems more the bad guy with morals kind for helping Sam and Bucky actually people usually like that. I mean she didn't get much exploration so I can understand feeling indifferent bout her but like hating her? Why?

Wanda had the same narrative issue in CW, where she did something pretty fucked up that got people hurt and killed, but it’s okay because she’s Wanda. And I’ve seen that comparison to Karli - does fucked up shit that gets people killed, but “she’s a kid!” when both are grown and made deliberate choices. I don’t like how Monica excuses Wanda at all since Monica doesn’t speak for the whole town of suffering people when she got it much better than the rest of them - hell, she was never trapped at all! And she got no punishment because honestly, only the X-Men ever hold Wanda accountable for anything she does.

But all the Sharon hate will almost always come back to they’re mad she kissed Steve because someone else didn’t. It’s almost poetic. Now they can just disguise it at something else until they slip up and tag that ship they’re bitter over.

~Mod R

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prinsesa-ng-musika · 4 years

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over and over again//an octet oneshot

I made a fic for our resident ego-surfer Jessica! She’s my favorite character from the musical so naturally I’d end up writing about her one day ^-^

Very much filled with headcanons so don’t try looking for certain parts in the script lol, just enjoy <3

Very light blood mention in the part with the stoplight, but other than that, well, if you can get through Octet, you can get through this.

also on my quotev! (@/hundredstorycity)

It was a long taxi ride home for Jessica. This gave her time to think, too much time, almost.

After the meeting ended, she immediately went out to hail a cab, and decided to head straight back to her apartment. Not like she would choose to stay outside for an extended amount of time in the first place, and it was already nighttime anyway.

Her phone was back in her bag; they all got their gadgets back from the box after the final hymn. Oddly enough, she didn't feel the urge to check it. Not like that was unusual. She always managed to keep away from screens the first few hours after a Friends of Saul meeting, but eventually those urges did come back, and she would never be strong enough to block them out completely.

Would she ever be strong enough? It's a question she's always pondered upon, albeit worded a bit differently. Back then, it was a question of "did she look strong in the eyes of others?". It was as if she were constantly insecure, always searching up stuff about herself because she wanted everything to be positive. In fact, that's why she joined the Friends of Saul in the first place! All of the veterans knew she was contacted due to her habitual ego-surfing. Even before the incident, "Jessica Schulte" would be the most commonly searched term in her browser's history. The video only made things worse.

Jess stared out the window for a bit, trying not to get too dizzy by the sights whizzing past. That ended up being easier than expected, because the heavy traffic led all the vehicles to move at a very slow pace.

Eventually, they reached an intersection, and the light was red. The already low speed dropped to a flat zero as the cars stopped.

"Ah, New York City, with all its cars, traffic, and the insane amount of stress among its civilians. There's a reason it's called the 'city that never sleeps'" the driver says, shifting the gears to neutral.

"Mhm." was all Jess could mutter in reply.

The view that she was currently looking at was suddenly obscured by a private car halting beside them. The backseat window was perfectly parallel to the one Jessica was looking out from. Inside the car seemed to be a family; a father driving, an older brother in the passenger seat, a mother and two other children in the back, and a baby in the mother's arms. How cute, thought Jess, a nice, loving family. Not very safe, though. Their windows are pretty lightly tinted, so it's rather easy to see through the glass-

With wide eyes, Jess quickly looked away and turned her head forward, making sure to obscure her face.

"Driver, are the windows of this taxi tinted dark enough?" she asks, rather paranoid.

"Well, just as dark as any other car in this city! Except for that one just beside us, I guess. They definitely should fix that; it's almost as if they want people to see inside-"

"Oh okay. Thank you." Jess interrupted. She didn't like conversations lasting longer than necessary, especially when they were about privacy. The stoplight was still a bright red, and Jess wished she could ignore how much it looked like the blood of a newly sacrificed lamb. She also wished that the light would turn green soon.

The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Miss, you alright back there? You look as if someone's chasing you. On the run, or something?" He laughed.

Jess shook her head. "No, not on the run." More like in hiding.

"Hm." The driver did not sound convinced. "Whatever you say."

Seconds later, the light turned green, and they were set to go. Jessica breathed a sigh of relief as the car next to them took a turn and was now out of sight. She didn't care if it made the driver more suspicious; there were more than enough strangers judging her even without this one.

Instead, she turned her thoughts towards the family in that car, which led her to think of her own family. A beautiful trio they were, a father, a mother, and one lovely daughter. Yes, she had no siblings, but her parents did treat her like an absolute princess, so she definitely enjoyed the solitude. Sometimes her peers would tell her she grew up as the archetypal only child: spoiled, whiny, and always in need of attention. Okay, so maybe the last bit was kind of true, but the rest of them weren't! Not her fault that she grew up in a loving, functional family without any other children in the household!

Then she thought of her other, less functional "family". The Friends of Saul. Though she was a stranger to Saul himself, whoever he was, she was starting to feel a familial kind of relationship with the rest of the group's members. She thought of her first meeting, and how paranoid she was that people would break the rule of avoiding feedback because they didn't like her, and how relieved she was when that didn't happen. She thought of Paula, who'd been her leader for as long as she had been in the group, since she had never met Saul herself, and how kind and gentle she had been to all of them. She thought of today's meeting, and the octet of addicts that were present. Some of them she saw more commonly, and some of them she'd only seen a few times before. She thought of the new girl, Velma, and how awkward yet open-minded she had been. Jess felt rather self-concious when everyone looked at her after told Velma that they were at letter E, but later on she realized it was worth it, and that Velma must have been a thousand times more self-concious than she was.

Then, after what seemed like an eternity of a ride, the taxi arrived at its destination. Jessica paid the driver and muttered a quick thank you, then made her way to the front of her apartment. As she made her way up the stairs, she felt the urge coming back. The Monster, beckoning her to check her feed and watch her own ruin. She decided she wanted to do something else to distract her from that. So her thoughts drifted to the last part of that night's meeting, after they had completed the Tower Tea Ceremony and listened to Velma's share. Karly and Henry were having a quick little conversation about how their experiences were, then Jess suddenly joined their conversation, causing the two to look at her in amusement. Gosh darn it, she thought to herself, I've never been a shy person, so why was that so hard for me?

Finally, she ended up in front of her door. Fishing out the keys from her bag, she remembered what exactly it was she had told the two of them. Smiling to herself, she decided she would try making her own bread.

#octet #dave malloy #fanfic #fic #oneshot #jessica #jessica schulte #octet musical #octet: a chamber choir musical #malloysicals #margo seibert #this is 1000+ words long and i am happy!#berry shares #mine #also sorry if it's kinda bad i had a really good idea but forgot it halfway through so uh.sad.#like. i stopped right before writing that good part then when i came back to it i forgot hnnn #anyway pls enjoy!

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