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randomshyperson · 2 years

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CEO!Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Resigned Position - Chapter Six

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Summary: You drink too much and insult your boss in the middle of a bar during a company social gathering. But surprisingly, you wake up in her bed. Following the events of not sleeping with your boss, falling in love with her, or threatening a harassment report. Not necessarily in that order.

Warnings: (+18), sexual themes, Dom!Wanda (mostly), Brat!Reader, Unspecified age gap (Milf Wanda/Reader in her mid-20s), explicit language | Chapter Warnings: Fluff and a bit of angst, kissing, things are coming to an end || Words: 4.351k

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Resigned Position - Chapter Six

You sure pushed your luck with Wanda.

For the rest of the day, she didn't even look at you. All the orders came from other people, all the tasks were given by email. She barely stayed in her own office, her schedule busy with meetings, and you had to pretend you weren't paying attention to it.

Nat found your lack of concentration amusing, remarking to her wife that if you carried on like this it would be interesting to witness Wanda firing you.

When the work day finally ended, you tried to ignore the urge to go and knock on Wanda's door just to say goodbye and accompanied your friends to the business district.

You and Steve needed clothes for the convention, and Bucky, Maria, and Natasha were happy to judge your attempts at choice.

"Rogers, I think you should try something blue." Nat commented from outside the fitting room. The two of you had been trying on clothes for a few minutes, and neither had found anything that fit. "To match your eyes you know? Yelena taught me about those things."

Steve just muttered from behind the curtains, accepting the dark blue suit his friend picked up for him.

You were in an almost personal dilemma. You had tried on a few outfits, and even tried on a short-cut dress that made you feel completely awkward, and now you were in your underwear facing the mirror, doubting if you were even going to go to a party at all.

"Y/N, honey, can I come in?" Maria asked from outside, and you sighed, not taking your eyes away from the mirror to agree. "Hey, did you pick something out?"

You denied crossing your arms over your stomach. "I don't feel right in a dress, but I don't want to wear jeans, and I just can't wear shorts at the party. That's too hard, I'm not going anymore."

Hill gave a soft chuckle, thoughtful for a few moments.

"We can try some other things..."

"She could wear a suit!" Steve spoke from the fitting room next door, and you felt your face light up as if the idea was the brightest of all.

"Steve, you're a genius!" You returned high to your colleague next door. Moving to find exactly what you had in mind.

Several minutes later, you were leaving the store with more bags than initially planned, but at least everyone was satisfied with their purchases.

Nat and Maria suggested you guys go to the night market, and you were more than excited to for some street food.

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"[...] And then he told me that you were dating a girl from the office and I thought it was a joke, because as your best friend you surely would have told me."

Wanda smiled awkwardly at Monica's words, the phone pinned between her shoulder and ear, as she stirred the delicious mixture that should be her and the boys' dinner.

"Mon, I'm sorry, okay, it's a new thing. Actually, I don't even know if it's a thing." Wanda retorted. "I didn't tell you because I don't know what it means, and well..." The redhead looked back, checking to see if her kids were distracted enough by the cartoon in the living room, lowering her voice to clarify, "I didn't want to go around blabbing about who I was having sex with. You know I'm not like that."

“I know, but you can also tell me stuff, Wanda.” Mon insisted, sounding a little bit hurt by the whole thing. The red knew it was because the other had the impression that she didn’t share anymore, and she’s was probably right. “In fact, Pietro said it was the same girl from two years ago. You didn’t mention you still had feelings for her.”

Wanda let out a groan, switching her cell phone to the other ear, and covering one of the pans. "I don't. Fine, I do. Maybe. I just..." Taking a deep breath, she leaned her back to the sink, with her free hand she twirled the ring on her finger, smiling to herself as she remembered that you were with the other three missing. "Two years ago it was just a stupid crush. She was also getting married, and nothing ever happened between us. I thought I was getting things all confused, but she joined my team, and well, on Friday she slept here."

"Wow, that's a lot." Monica commented thoughtfully. "I didn't even know you were trying with girls again. Especially after Jean-"

Wanda cleared her throat, interrupting "Yeah that's in the past, I've been with different people, casual dates. Nothing ever meant anything."

"Until now." Monica deduced, and Wanda was grateful for the hot pots because she could blame them if the boys noticed the redness on her face.

"Yeah." She muttered, feeling her stomach full of butterflies.

"Honey, if you like her, why don't you make it official?"

She suggested, receiving only a humorless laugh from the redhead.

"I am a divorced woman with two children. Not exactly what other people are looking for in a relationship."

"Now you're just being hard on yourself." Monica retorted seriously. "A brilliant woman who happens to have family already. It didn't work out with Vis, doesn't mean it won't work out with anybody else, or that you're not someone who deserves the chance to start over and be loved again, Wanda."

With a shy smile, the redhead murmured “I know I deserved a second chance, but I also know she can do easier than me. Someone with less baggage. Besides, I think she might feel the same way, and I don't want to use that to influence any decision."

"What do you mean?"

Wanda sighed. "I know she is attracted to me, we have been together after all. But I don't want that somehow, that attraction to influence an answer. Y/N should make this decision alone, if she wants me, and that includes my children, my complicated family, and everything else, I want her to tell me. I don't want to pressure her in any way."

"That might even be chivalry, but if you don't make things clear between you two, you could end up getting hurt." Monica insisted. "This isn't the first time you haven't been honest about how you really feel about this girl, but now you really have her in your life. If you don't talk to her, she might just think this is just a casual thing. Don't forget that you're still her boss, she might be having as many doubts about what it means as you are."

Wanda sighed thoughtfully. "I hate it when you're right."

The other woman just laughed, and the redhead could hear the sound of traffic signaling that her friend was still on the street.

"I think you two should have a heart-to-heart, communication is never a bad thing, Wands. Especially if you really want this girl in your life."

"Of course I do, that's kind of obvious, isn't it?" Wanda retorted with a tired sigh, taking one of her hands to her hair to toss it back. "She's been a constancy in my life since she became a part of it. Always around, a reminder of what I could never have. And then, she was leaving, and I thought, maybe, I could be a little brave. I looked for her to ask her to stay, because, despite my feelings, she is one of my best employees. But I saw her hanging out, so comfortable and almost reachable outside the office, that I thought, maybe I can tell her what I didn't have the courage to say two years ago."

“But you didn’t.”

Wanda let out a humorless laugh. "No, I found her cursing me in front of hundreds of people." Wanda recounted. "It was like a bucket of cold water. I felt so helpless. I've been trying not to be in love with her for so long only to find that I got to the point where I could make her hate me."

"But she doesn't hate you, she was just angry and drunk. You were a tough boss to her."

"Yeah, I know," Wanda replied with a weak smile. "That weekend was really tricky. She cursed at me, and then she kissed me back. And when she left my apartment, she said it didn't feel wrong. And now we have some kind of cat-and-mouse game that is driving me insane. I've never wanted to be with someone so much, I feel like a teenager, sneaking kisses around corners."

Monica giggled on the other end of the line. "My, my, I've never really seen you like this. But this is amazing, Wands! Someone who makes you feel that way? It's not something you find every day. I really hope you guys could clear things up between you, make it work."

The sound of her children fighting over the remote control made Wanda look across the living room with a sigh, before warning, "Mon, I have to go, the twins..."

"Okay, honey, don't worry. I'll talk to you when I get back, just another twenty-one hours." Mon commented making Wanda laugh before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Conversations about feelings would have to wait.

–//–

Wanda was very surprised to find you on the empty floor.

She arrived almost two hours earlier on Thursdays because she took the kids to soccer in the afternoon, and left before the workday was over. She was used to the silence of the company at seven-thirty, the few employees were the cleaning staff and the morning receptionists.

But today, there's also you.

Distractedly taking the items out of your backpack to start the day, and Wanda for a second allowed herself to believe that you had come in early to see her, but the idea seemed absurd and even childish to her, so she pushed it away as she approached her desk.

"You're early."

Startled for just a second, you turned your face to Wanda, smiling as you said:

"Hey, good morning."

The redhead smiled too, admiring the way you suddenly seemed almost shy, your hands firmly gripping your headphones against your chest. Wanda returned the greeting, and with a curious tone, added: "Why are you here already?"

"I'm fulfilling some hours, to leave early this afternoon." You explained vaguely. "I warned HR yesterday and..."

Wanda gestured quickly. "I'm not arguing. Just curious."

You let out a relieved sigh, returning the headphones to the table and twiddling the fingers of your hands. "I have an appointment."

"Is it a date?"

With a short laugh, you raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Wanda licked her lips, her evaluative gaze on you as she put her hands in her pockets. "I'm just asking."

You bit back a smile. "What if it was a date? Would you be upset?" You challenged, your gaze bright in mischief. Wanda wasn't going to fall for that game again, she was still considerably frustrated by the previous afternoon.

"My employees' personal lives are no disrespect to me." She replied simply, the cold tone would make you shudder if you didn't remember the feeling of her soaking wet and clenching in your fingers. With an incredulous chuckle, you crossed your arms, leaning back against your desk.

"So you wouldn't mind if I was seeing someone else?"

Lifting her chin, Wanda retorted, "As I said, your personal life-"

"I will go to the Karma Taj." You cut, watching all the micro reactions on her face, from hesitation and surprise, to the way her jaw locked as she realized that maybe this was worse than you going on a date. Without losing your relaxed posture, you continued, "I'm meeting the company, talking to Stephen about his offer to me."

"Pretty brave to say that to your boss's face. Nearly cruel." Wanda commented seriously, she seemed torn between strangling you or starting to cry, and the two things seemed too overwhelming.

"I don't think so, actually, the way things happened between us, it seems natural for me to look for other opportunities, don't you think?"

"What I think is that if you're going to leave, do it at once. Don't keep playing games with me." She replied would be and your confidence faltered, the hurt hidden in Wanda's eyes surprised you immediately.

"I'm not playing games with you." You defend yourself, but Wanda swallows dryly, shaking her head.

"Let's just...not talk about it here." She says while noticing some of the cleaning staff who could overhear this conversation. "Good luck with your interview." She wishes before walking off toward the room, leaving you completely confused behind.

Figuring that this was just a new way Wanda found to mess with your head in return for leaving her the other afternoon, you decide to get to work.

Natasha arrived at the office much later, laughing along with Maria as they both carried sweet doughnuts in their hands.

You received a kiss on each cheek from them, smiling distractedly as you said "good morning," your eyes focused on the email you were writing, and your mind far away, reviewing all the moments with Wanda so far.

As soon as your friends were seated, you took your focus from the computer to the red next to you.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Nat chuckled, exchanging an amused look with her wife while Maria just continued eating her donut.

"You just did." She joked, but you gave only a weak smile, your brain running on a thousand thoughts for the moment. "Sure, Y/N, go ahead."

"How was it...or what changed, when you two made things official here? Y-you just had to sign a few things, right? Did nobody get in trouble? Because I was watching some videos about it, just out of curiosity, one was about that Asgard case of the owner's son and one of the employees and how they lost credibility and then-"

"Y/N, slow down." Nat interrupted in a mix of concern and amusement, looking at you. "Breathe, honey. What are you talking about?"

"I think Wanda is mad at me because maybe she thinks I'm just playing games with her and don't want anything serious."

Nat frowned slightly. "And you do? Want something serious, I mean."

With a sigh, you replied, "Yeah, I guess so." The confession seemed to rip a giant weight off your back, and Nat smiled at you. "B-but maybe I pushed too hard, and now she thinks it's just sex, and that I'm really leaving."

"And instead of talking to her, you spent the morning researching about work relationships that ended in disaster?" Maria deduced and you nodded upset. With a wry chuckle, she shakes her head as she adds. "Really, Y/N? That's like the worst thing you could have decided to do.

"Well, I needed to look at all the possibilities!" You defend yourself. "Did you know that in some places in California you automatically get fired if you start dating someone from work?"

Nat laughed. "What...?"

"Or that in many companies it is considered a form of sexual harassment that ends in the immediate dismissal of both of parts and-"

"My God, where did you get that stuff from?" Nat cut in by placing her hands on your shoulders. "Like I said, breathe. None of this is going to happen to you or Wanda."

"Yeah, but..."

"No, Y/N, I mean it." She insisted. "You're overthinking things, as usual, just take a deep breath. You two are adults, and it was all properly consented to."

You nodded, trying to calm your anxiety. Maria finished eating and grimaced thoughtfully.

"Maybe Y/N does have a point, actually." She began, ignoring her wife's wide-eyed look of warning. "Wanda is your direct leader, and just got you promoted a few weeks ago, plus you led a project that much of the company was interested in. We know you and we know how much you deserved it, but if a relationship with Wanda went public, it might not look like a good thing to..."

"I don’t feel so good." You interrupt, standing up abruptly, and heading towards the restrooms. Nat stands up, worried, and mutters a "really, babe?" to her wife who just shrugs a little guiltily before following you.

You leaned on the sink, trying to normalize your breathing. Everything you had worked so hard to achieve could fall apart. Besides, Wanda would be impacted as well. You imagined her in a courtroom again, as angry as she would have been years ago. Would she look at you with the same disappointment she looked at her ex-husband?

A hand on your shoulder made you jump in fright, but meeting Nat's concerned expression, you relaxed.

"I'm fine." You tried in a weak voice. "I just need...a minute."

Nat nodded, massaging your shoulder. "Honey, try to concentrate on my voice. Get out of your own head."

"No, Nat, that's exactly where I need to be. Thinking things over, because..." You start, voice thick with emotion. "I guess I didn't realize what I was really doing until now. What happens if I really want to be with her? Could it cost us our jobs? After everything she accomplished, demanding that she choose..."

"Y/N, come on, let's get some fresh air."

On your way to the outside area, you bumped into Wanda coming out of her office, a neutral expression that immediately turned to concern as soon as she saw your tear-filled eyes.

"Y/N, what happened?" she asked, and you just shook your head, moving away before you started to cry in front of her.

No one seemed to have noticed the small commotion, the office full and busy, but Wanda met Maria's gaze watching her wife carry you out, and swallowed dryly, torn between asking about you or not, not wanting to cross any lines but infinitely unable to ignore her concern.

Her cell phone was vibrating with the reminder of the next leaders' meeting - which you arranged for her yourself - and Wanda swallowed dryly, and went the opposite direction from where you left.

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The long minutes you spent outside with Nat helped you to calm down, but brought no solution to the problems you had created in your head.

Natasha insisted that you not make any decisions without thinking things over first, preferably at home, after a warm bath and a good dinner. You liked that idea better than having another panic attack at the thought that you could ruin your and Wanda's career with a simple confession.

In the afternoon, you collected your belongings two hours earlier than your colleagues, smiling in appreciation at Nat's grip on your pre-breakfast before getting up to leave.

A certain redhead was turning down the hallway from the sector meeting room, also in the direction of the elevators, and you bit the inside of your cheek as you looked away to the floor while waiting for the floor indicator to stop.

Wanda didn't stare at you either. She waited beside you in silence and entered after you did, her gaze on her cell phone. You cleared your throat clumsily, and ended up moving at the same time as her to press the button; your hands touching before you took a step away, muttering apologies.

Wanda let out a short laugh, putting her cell phone away and pressing the button for the garage floor.

"You haven't changed your mind then?" She asked as soon as the doors closed, looking ahead.

You frowned. "Why would I change my mind?"

"Maybe because of what I told you." She retorts without hesitation, and it is your turn to let out a short laugh.

"You didn't tell me anything. Just dropped accusations, and left without explaining what your words really meant."

You watched from the corner of your eye as Wanda's jaw locked, and relaxed the next moment. "I know what you're doing."

With a tired sigh, you asked: "And what am I doing?"

"You want a reaction from me. You won't get any."

"Because that would be awful, wouldn't it Wanda?" You sneered impatiently, turning your face to look at her. "What a horrible thing if I knew you actually care about me!"

Wanda was surprised by your little outburst, turning to you with a confused expression. "I never said that-"

The elevator doors opened, and she fell silent, crossing her arms and putting a little distance between you.

You didn't really want to think that this meant something bad. But as two employees walked in talking, and you and Wanda crouched on opposite sides of the elevator, you couldn't shake off all the insecurities that surfaced that morning.

The strangers went out to the first floor, and you and Wanda were left alone. When the door closed, you swallowed dryly, staring at your shoes.

"Are you going to pick up the twins?" You ventured casually, but Wanda ignored your question to approach the floor button and press emergency. The elevator shuddered and stopped, and the light went out for a second. "What the hell are you doing?" You questioned in shock, but Wanda just turned to you gesturing.

"You wanted to talk, let's talk!"

"Jesus, and you couldn't just invite me in for coffee or something? Like a normal person!"

"Well, you seemed upset and I wanted to clear things up quickly!"

"You didn't have to stop the elevator for that! We could talk later-"

"But I don't want you to make any decisions when you're angry with me!"

"What were you talking about?"

You both started shouting together, gesturing and interrupting each other, until a third voice, coming from the intercom made Wanda sigh and step back to push the button and answer the security guard asking if everything was okay.

"Miss Maximoff? We haven't identified any technical problems in the elevator, did something happen?" The confused boy asked, and you crossed your arms as you watched Wanda bend down a little to speak to the small electronic device.

"It was nothing, Tom, I'll release the elevator in a second."

"With all due respect, miss, holding the elevator may impact other employees' schedules and could be dangerous for you and -"

"Do me a favor, will you? Turn off the cameras for me." Wanda asked seriously, and you frowned.

"Pardon me?" The clerk retorted confused.

"Go on, hurry up. Do it now, as I told you. If I find out that someone was watching I will personally arrange for their immediate resignation."

The employee cleared his throat, and after a moment, he spoke, "Done, Miss Maximoff. But may I ask-"

"No, you may not." Wanda cut in, hanging up. She turned to you next, and you swallowed dryly, taking a step back with each step she took toward you until your back banged against the elevator wall.

"W-Wanda, what the hell do you think you're doing?" You asked lowly, but the woman just sighed, her hands going up the sides of your body, her fingers running your arms to your neck.

"Oh, detka, what do you want me to say?" She asked in the same tone, her dark, glassy eyes on your lips. "Do you want me to beg you to stay? That's so mean."

Your heart was racing in your chest, but you tried not to seem so affected by Wanda's gentle touch or her presence so close. "N-no. I just wanted you to be honest."

Wanda's gaze hesitates for a second, and she nods, her hands landing at the side of your neck. "I want you to make the best decision for your career. I want you to have a life full of opportunities that will make you grow as the amazing professional that you are."

You swallowed dryly, feeling your face heat up. Wanda bit her lips, tilting her face toward you, your noses brushing. "But I want you with me, too." She confessed, and you closed your eyes, gasping as you felt her brush her lips against yours, her fingers scratching the back of your neck. "Do you think I'm selfish for wanting that, detka?"

"Be selfish with me, I don't mind." You whispered back, breaking the distance and feeling Wanda's smile on your lips. She kissed you back in the same second, pressing her hands to the sides of her face to deepen it, sliding her tongue against yours in torturous slowness.

You gripped her sides tightly, imagining you would melt to the floor if you didn't hold on to something, the feeling of kissing Wanda taking away all your ability to reason completely.

Something made a noise behind you, the lights flickered, the elevator was starting again, and Wanda broke apart with a loud grunt, resting her face against your neck for a moment as if trying to calm down.

"Why is everyone here is so incompetent." She complained in frustration, and as you normalized your breathing, a low chuckle escaped you, your fingers caressing her back for a moment before she pulled away from your body.

The elevator doors opened, and Wanda bit her lip as she looked into her face, resisting the urge to kiss you again before smiling and turning to leave.

You sighed lightly and followed her. In the garage, you both stopped in front of each other.

"My car is over there." She commented a little hesitantly, making you smile awkwardly while gesturing in the opposite direction.

"And mine is this way."

Wanda nodded, swallowing hard and digging through her pockets for her own key. "Do what you have to do, Miss L/N." She spoke in a farewell tone, and you hastened to agree:

"I will." You said with a weak smile. "See you tomorrow, boss"

Wanda waved goodbye, and turned around, her cell vibrating again, probably about work or even the boys. You swallowed hard. Children. Another part you hadn't really thought about.

And as you walked to your car, or drove to the Kamar Taj company, you could only imagine what it would be like to be part of a family with Wanda.

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A/N: Hello to everyone follow this still, idk when next update is happening but i'm reaching the end of this. I'm writing chapter 8 and it's closing things up, so maybe a epilogue and that's it. Let me know what you think so far.

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misguidedasgardian · 3 years

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Kinktober/Halloween

May I present to you, my Halloween /Kinktober Lineup, one shots I´m writing to celebrate halloween and Kinktober! wuhuuuu, starting Oct 25th and Finishing in October 31 st.

Classic horror inspired stories, and some more contemporary, and embelished with a kinkyness

🎃 = Terror // 👻= Dark // 🔪= Graphic Violence //🩸= Gore // 😈 = Sexual acts // ☠️ = death

Kinktober Lineup

1. The monster over my bed (DarkStepdad!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) 😈🎃👻Part II

It wasn´t the monster outside the window you had to worry about, nor the one under your bed, but the one that could get over it

2. YOU (Dark!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader) 😈🎃👻☠️

It was so wrong to start an affair with your boss, but when you wanted to put an end to it, it was too late, you were already trapped

3. The Hunt (Winter soldier x Avenger!Fem Reader) 😈👻🔪☠️

Zemo had managed to turn Bucky back to the winter soldier, and his first command was to come after you and Sam, in his personal hunting ground

4. Summer Camp (Dark!Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem Reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes) 🎃👻🔪🩸😈☠️

C´mon, the new SHIELD hideout was laughable, an old abandoned summer camp? It was actually clever since nobody in their right minds would go near it, you know, because of the legend of Jason and whatnot

5. For the Band (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Demon!FemaleReader x Dark!Steve Rogers x Dark!Thor x Dark!Sam Wilson) 🎃👻🔪😈🩸☠️

Being sarificed in a satanic ritual by a rock band wasn´t what you had in mind when your friend invited you to party with her. But now, you are going to enjoy it

6. The babySitter (Dark!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes Ft. Peter Parker) 😈🎃👻

You were babysitting your neighbors kids, and decided to invite your boyfriend to join you after hours to watch some horror movies, after all, it was Halloween night

7. Survivor, (Dark!Avengers VS. Fem!Reader) 🎃👻🔪🩸

Because in a good movie, the protagonist always survives despite the odds and the deranged characters who were after her

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moonlightyeager · 3 years

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i’ll see you again

summary || mafia!bucky runs into you while taking care of business and now your all he thinks about

pairing || mafia!bucky x detective!female!reader

warnings || mentions of violence, blood

note || should i do more au’s?

not proofread

please don’t steal my work!

His business deal had just gone sideways. His partner backing out at the last second. Rage had consumed him. The deal had already cost him so much money and now he was left to clean up the mess. He didn’t stop pacing when Steve entered. His long time friend who was also his right hand man.

“Boss.” Bucky briefly glanced up seeing Steve before resuming his pacing.

“What?” His voice shook with anger as his eyes met Steve’s.

“We found a mole,” Steve kept his voice even upon seeing Bucky’s face slowly lose color. This time ice hot rage slowly rose in Bucky. He stripped off his expensive blazer gently setting it across his chair. His metal arm shinned in the light as his scowl was illuminated by it.

“Take me to him.”

ꕤ

His rage had settled down slightly, but new problems arose. The mole was an undercover detective set to stop the business deal that was originally going to happen.

Bucky had enough money and power to rule the city. And he controlled it all. Most people so scared of him they wouldn’t go near him in fear of what he could do. Even the police, but this particular deal must have been important enough to try and stop him.

He had once thought of buying them so they wouldn’t get in his way, and now it seemed like the best option. He could always pay them off, but buying the station was much easier. It guaranteed they would never get in his way again.

So, here he was driving in his sleek black car towards it. His knuckles white at the steering wheel. The closer he got the faster he drove. When he immediately got out of the car nearby people cowered in fear as they stepped out of his way. Even inside the station people moved.

“Stop sending your people into my business.” The Chief of Police looked up to see the notorious mob boss staring down at him.

“It was nothing personal Mr. Barnes.”

“Of course it was nothing personal. You and I barley know each other,” Bucky’s voice dropped down to a whisper laced with venom making anyone want to run the opposite way.

“If you don’t stay out of my way again I’ll becoming here next time for more than a meeting,” Bucky’s message clearly got across to the older man sitting at the desk. His face morphed into a look of fear as he knew the words were true.

Bucky was about to leave when the door opened to reveal a young women. He hair in a lose ponytail as her eyes glanced over some papers. She didn’t notice the mob boss standing in front of her.

“Chief I got the-,” her words got caught in her throat as she saw the infamous mon boss standing in front of her. She struggled to find words as she began to take a step back as if to put some distance.

Bucky’s eyes wandered over her taking in every inch. From the her eyes to the uniform she wore. His breathe slightly hitched. It wasn’t audible enough for others to hear, but he noticed the ruby colored blush that lightly coated her cheeks.

She gently stepping out of his way he walked by getting a breeze of her perfume. His head felt dizzy even at the far proximity they were in. He briefly looked back to see her talking to the Chief now. Her eyes caught his thought for a brief second and all Bucky could see was her. He knew he wanted to come again just to see her again.

I’ll come again soon.

It was more of a promise to himself than a silent promise to you, but you were the only thing that he thought of now. He’d make you his one way or another.

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan #steve rogers #marvel #mob!bucky #mafia!bucky #bucky x reader #sam wilson #bucky barnes smut

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aliceaddellheidde · 3 years

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Idiots in love #2

A/N: Part 2 for my puppy Zemo. 🥺 It's 3 am here but I finished it.

WORDS: 919

WARNINGS: swearing, fluff, idiots in love, smut (graphic, 18+)

PAIRING: Helmut Zemo x reader

DISCLAIMERS: English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

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You, Helmut and Sam walked into beautiful apartment. You been here before, but it was still breathtaking. „Come.” said Helmut, taking you by hand. „Where are we going?” You got your answer when the big door closed behind you and you heard a lock. „Shower with me.” he ordered. You looked at him with wide eyes. „We can´t! Sam is right next door.” „Then you will have to be very quiet.” He smirked and moved closer to you. „Will you do it for me принцесса <princess>?” You nodded. „Use your words.” „Yes. I´ll be quiet.” Seconds later his lips were on yours, eager, burning. He quickly stripped, leaving you hot from sight of him. „Like what you see?” „Yes.” You trailed your fingers over his torso, through pelvis and groin to his hardened shaft. He shook and moaned. „Don´t tease me woman.” He took your hand away and together you walked backwards into spacious shower, kissing again.

„You're so wet for me принцесса.” His fingers were playing with your labia and then went further. „So beautiful.” He was kissing your neck, collarbones and you moaned loudly when his hot mouth found your hard nipple. „Shhh.” he whispered against your breast and lightly smacked your ass. „Please.” you begged. „I wanted it for so long.” „I know baby, I know. But you have to be good girl if you want something, yeah?” You mewled as you watched his face got between your thighs and he licked your wet pussy with his fingers still inside. „Fuck Hel. It´s so good.” He started pumping his digits deeper, his tongue on your clit, taking you almost to your peak, when he stopped and turned you around. You were facing the wall now. „Ready принцесса?” „Yes.” „Nobody else was here all those years, right?” His thumb teased your core. „No.” „Good girl. You waited for me, no?” You felt his cock pushing slightly against you. „Yes.” He growled as he entered you bit by bit, enjoying every millimetre of your tight hole. „Fuck.” he swore and you had to bite your lips to stay silent. „Taking me so well. My perfect Y/N.” His thrusts started slowly, increasingslightly every few moments until his pace was merciless. „That's it baby, that's it. So wet for your Sir, aren't you? Dripping all over yourself without shame. Gosh, your smell is intoxicating. C´mon принцесса, bit more. You know how I like it.” He was crushing your hips, but you put his hands on your breasts and pulled yourself closer to him. You screamed a little when his cock pushed even deeper. „Shit. Just like that baby. I´m so close. Play with yourself.” It took only few strokes for you to cum and Helmut was right behind you. „I'm gonna fill you up every day from now on. Make you round with my child.” You hummed against his lips and he carefully pulled out of you. He smirked when he saw his spend leaking down your thigh. You looked at him timidly. „Were you telling the truth?” „About what принцесса?” „About baby.” „Yes.” You hugged him with a teary eyes and he turned shower on, washing you both.

***

„I'm coming with you.” you said stubbornly to three men in front of you. „No Y/N. Have a rest. We have it covered.” „No Helmut.” You put your hair in pony tail and walked out of the door.

„Geez man, she's feisty.” laughed Sam and Bucky and Zemo glared at him. „What? It´s true. She's your boss now.”

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You went into old building looking for some info about Donya Madani. You didn't have much luck – as all you met ran away in fear. From a window you saw and heard Helmut to sing and give a sweets to kids. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt warm feeling in your chest.

Back in the house you gladly took a cup of your favourite tea from Helmut. He smiled at you lovingly while Sam and Bucky were talking about Karli. You were eating strawberries when loud noise startled you and cup crashed against the wall. Right after that two other men left and you ran to Helmut. „You ok?” „Yes, my love. But we have to leave.” „Now?” „No. We will pretend for a little bit more and I´ll give you a signal. Then we will go.” „So we abandon them?” „I have better things to do. There is letter with instructions on your bed. I´ll see you later принцесса” He kissed you deeply and left as well.

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„What the hell happened?!” you screamed when they all returned and Helmut was moving too slow. „I was hit in the head. By a shield.” „I told you I should go with you, you bloody idiot!” He grimaced because of the noise. „Put him on the sofa. I´m gonna fetch somethingcold.”

„Next time I´m going too. You understand?” you asked sternly, pushing wet cloth onto his head, handing him his drink. „I'm sorry love.” „You better be.” He smiled slightly and caressed your cheek. „I'll prepare some food.” You kissed his nose and walked up to the kitchen.

You were preparing a rice when Bucky came and moment later fake captain America too. He was talking shit as always and even wanted to fight Sam when vibranium spear punctured in the column next to them. In mere second a fight started and Helmut gave you a nod. Unnoticed, you disappeared in the bathroom, fleeing from chaos up there.

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honeyimthedevil · 4 years

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A rainbow after the storm

Pairing: Tony Stark x Steve Rogers; Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes Word count:1,7K Warnings: break up, bad Steve, sad Tony, cheating

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It was late at night after a long mission for Bucky when he was walking down the hall to get to his room. A moan like sound rang through the corridor and he stopped in his tracks. The guest room, that was right next to his, had a dim light coming from it. He would've brushed it of if it wasn't unusual. And then the door to the room opened and out of it walked Steve with someone who was not Tony. The guy walked away and Bucky was left there looking dumbfounded at Steve. "Hi Buck" he said like nothing just happened. "Steve, what the hell?! Who's this?" "That's Mike, my boyfriend" "Steve, you and Tony are not in an open relationship" "I know" "Your wedding is in a month!" "That I also know" Steve yawned. "This is gonna break him" "I don't really care" "What about Peter then?" Bucky asked, "the kid loves you" "He's Tony's kid, not mine. I can admit he's a good kid, but that doesn't mean I love him" "What the hell has happened to you man? I can't recognize you. The old Steve would've never done these things" "Well, the old Steve is gone" with those words he walked away to go to his fiance, lay in bed, snuggle with him and pretend.

Bucky sat on his bed thinking. He had to tell Tony, the mad had to know he's getting cheated on. He eventually went to sleep, a restless sleep.

When the morning came around Bucky was still banging his head against the wall for what to do. He wanted to kill Steve for doing this to Tony. He went to the kitchen to get something to eat and then go train. "Hi Tony" he said, even though surprised to see the man there at that time. "Hi Bucky. I made myself pancakes but I can't eat them all. Want some?" "Okay" "They're probably bad. I'm not a good cook like you or Steve" "I'm sure they're fine Tones" Bucky saw the light blush that spread over Tony's cheeks but he turned away quickly to cover it. Bucky took a bite from the pancakes and his eyes widened. "Holy shit Tony, those are good" he said, mouth full. "Thank you. The recipe is from my mom"

He and Tony ate quietly. When they were done, the plates were placed in the dishwasher. "Tony, have you seen something strange going on with Steve?" Bucky asked. "Um, no. Why?" "I feel something's going on. I don't want to upset you, but I think he's cheating on you" Tony looked at him with shocked eyes. "You- you think so? I don't- I'm not sure. I'll try talking to him. He doesn't wanna talk with me lately, like at all. But I'll try" he stuttered out. "Okay. I'll see you around" "Yeah, see ya"

Bucky went to the training room and stayed there for the rest of the day. Tony's sad face was stuck in his mind. Why didn't he tell him straight away? He went to his room to take a shower before dinner. At the table, he sat awkwardly, looking down at his plate and avoiding Steve's gaze. When he was done eating he excused himself and went to his room.

Peter still doesn't know what told him to walk around the tower in the middle of the night, curiosity maybe. He saw the light coming from the guest room and opened the door to turn it off. But what he saw in there left him shocked and in tears. Peter ran to Tony's lab, knowing his father was there. "Hey Peter, Pete what happened? C' mon buba, you can tell me" "I- I- I… I was walking around a- and the guest room. A- and pops was in there wi- with this other man and he… he was kissing him," Peter hugged Tony tight, "I'm sorry dad" "It's not your fault Pete. Why don't you go to aunt Tasha? I'm gonna go talk to Steve" "Okay" Peter nodded, wiping his eyes.

Tony walked his son to Natasha's room before going to the guest room. He walked in it, closing his eyes for a second before looking right in Steve's soul. He was half naked, while the other guy was only in his underwear. "Leave" Tony said. "What?! You can't kick me out!" Steve argued. "Yes, yes I can. And I'm doing it. Leave my tower, leave me and my son and take your fuck doll with you" Steve huffed in a breath and put on his shirt, dragging the other man out with him.

Tony watched him go. He walked in the closest room and slid down the wall, finally letting his tears fall. He heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching him but he didn't- couldn't move. A hand was placed on his shoulder and he was pulled in a hug. Tony wrapped his arms around the other person and held them tight. "Y- you w're right. He's cheating" Tony sobbed. "I'm sorry Tones" He was suddenly getting picked up and Tony wrapped his legs around Bucky's waist. Bucky rubbed his back while holding him up with the other. "Steve is one fucking son of a bitch for doing this to you. He didn't deserve you" the words got a teary chuckle out of Tony and he wiped his eyes. "Well, he clearly didn't want to leave" Tony whispered, laying his head on Bucky's shoulder, tears still falling down his cheeks. "You did the right thing Tony. It doesn't matter what he wanted" "I know"

Bucky continued walking around his room slowly with Tony in his arms. "Buck, can I stay with you?" he asked. "Of course Tones. You can stay as long as you want" "Thank you" Tony had started dosing off, exhausted from work and what happened with Steve. He fell asleep, still in Bucky's arms, while the soldier hummed a soft melody. He was laid down in bed and pulled against a strong chest. Bucky wrapped one arm around Tony's waist to keep him close and fell asleep himself.

When Tony woke up the next morning he was alone in the bed. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked around. "Bucky?" he asked but no one responded. Tony stood up and walked out the room. It was unusually quiet at the penthouse but he didn't care enough to see why. He went to the kitchen to make himself coffee. "What are you doing here? I told you to fuck off" Tony said as he walked by Steve. "I came to take the last of my stuff" "Okay" Tony went to the lab instead of the kitchen so he wouldn't have to see Steve again. He just sat in his chair and started blankly at a wall. "Friday, where is Peter?" he asked. "He went to school boss" "School?" "It's Monday, sir" the AI reminded him. "Oh. Where's Bucky?" "Sargant Barnes is in the training room" "Thanks Fri" Tony whispered before standing up and going to the training room. "Hi Tony" Bucky said as he saw the man enter the room. "Hi. Do you mind if I stay here? I don't really wanna be alone" he asked. "Of course you can Tones. We can go upstairs and watch a movie if you want" "Okay"

Bucky put on his shirt and they walked upstairs. "I wanna take a quick shower if you don't mind" "Yeah, of course, go" Tony said. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes at max, okay?" "Okay" Bucky ran to his room and went right in the shower. In just a little over five minutes he was done and he put on some clothes. He went back to the living room and Tony looked at him with a small smile. Bucky sat down next to him and relaxed in the cushions. "What are we gonna watch?" Tony asked. "I don't know, whatever you want" "Um, can we watch 'Finding Nemo'?" "'Course"

Without another word the TV lighted up and the movie started playing. Tony slowly moved closer and closer to Bucky until he was able to lay his head on the man's shoulder. Bucky wrapped his arm around Tony. "Can I sleep in your room again?" Tony asked in a whisper. "Yeah" Bucky's heart was racing. "Thanks" he said. Tony moved so his head was laying in Bucky's lap and he had started playing with Tony's hair. As the movie was at it's end, Tony had fallen asleep, but Bucky didn't mind, he quite enjoyed it actually. A few minutes later Peter walked out of the elevator and waved at Bucky before going to his room.

When Tony woke up, he looked up at Bucky and smiled. "Peter ordered food for us all. He's inn his room" "Fri, thank Pete for the food for me" "Done boss" "It's in the kitchen" Bucky added. Tony stood up, stretching his limbs, and went to the kitchen, returning with a slice of pizza on which he was chewing.

When they were done with dinner they moved to Bucky's room. They changed in their sleep wear and went to bed.

Tony woke up in the same bed he had fallen asleep in almost three years ago. He looked down at his boyfriend, who was sprawled like a starfish on the bed and smiled, leaning down to kiss his cheek. He went to the bathroom and when he was done there, to the kitchen. Tony started preparing breakfast. He squealed when he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist. "Mornin' doll" the rough voice linked with the thick Brooklyn accent said and a kiss was pressed against Tony's neck. "Hi love" he said back and turned around to kiss his boyfriend properly. "Smells amazing. I'm sure it'll taste just as good" "Mhm" "Why do you wear this all the time?" he asked, twirling his finger around the necklace laying on Tony's chest. "'Cause I like it. And because it used to be yours" "I love you Tones" "I love you too Buck"

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sad-af1121 · 5 years

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A Nuisance (One-shot)

Summary: Everyone has their bad days and unfortunately yours was a mixture of exhaustion and being sick. Steve and Bucky made it their goal to make your day a little better by spoiling you the best they can but how could they help when every ounce of physical love annoyed you? | Marvel AU | Pairings: Stucky x Reader Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: language, some angst? (idk if you count a pouty steve as angst but sure) fluff, comedy and cute-ness overload

A/N: i’m sorry in advance if it seems rushed but i really did try to make it comedic and cute. It’s been a rough two weeks and i really wanted to get this done before the deadline for @babylevines writing challenge! Congrats on the 4k follower's babe! I hope you enjoy :3 Prompt: “Touch me with your cold feet one more time and see what happens.” | Thanking @isaxhorror for giving this a look through! Feedback is welcomed 💜

“They didn’t have any fresh lemons at the store so I got generic lemon juice,” Bucky informed Steve, shutting the front door of their shared apartment. He set the grocery bags on the kitchen island before pulling the contents out from the bags.

Steve turned away from the stove, his eyes scanning the counter. “Buck, why are there so many ice cream flavors? I asked you to get what Y/N likes.”

Bucky sighed, “I didn’t get one flavor of ice cream because I figured if I got the ones she likes, she can pick based off her mood when she gets back home.” He shrugged and walked to the fridge. Steve hummed to Bucky’s remark since he did have a point.

You were called in to work in the early hours of the day, the sun wasn’t even shining through the dull grey-blue skies yet and on top of that, you were fighting a small cold. If it wasn’t for your stubbornness and your passion to work, Steve and Bucky wouldn’t have let you leave, let alone leave the bed. They constantly checked on you, knowing you were going to end up very cranky and exhausted for the rest of the day. After they both came back home from work, they decided to pamper you for the night.

The house chores and dinner would be done by the time you got home. All you would have to do was rest and enjoy the evening and the following weekend with your boys. However, they were hoping that their plan would work and brighten up your mood, but that would be something they’d have to wait and see.

“Buck-”

“She’s parking the car,” Bucky smirked, looking up from his phone screen. “I’ve been texting Babygirl all day. Chill dude, worst-case scenario, she throws a pillow at you for treating her like some fragile pup.”

“Ha, ha. Shut up,” Steve swallowed, throwing a kitchen towel over his shoulder. He was only this way when you weren’t feeling your best. If the world came crumbling down, Steve would make sure to be your shield, protecting you from any harm because you meant everything to him. Both you and Bucky kept the flame of life burning in his chest.

The sound of keys jingling and the doorknob turning caught both of Bucky and Steve’s attention as they prepared themselves for you. Door swinging open, you trudged into your apartment, shutting the door behind you before slumping against the hard flat surface.

Nose slightly discolored with droopy eyelids, you sniffled, sighing in what sounded like a tinge of satisfaction, “I’m hoooome!” You strained, voice raspy and heavy due to your sinus acting up again. Steve involuntarily pouted, his heart aching to see the sight of you so sick and tired. Bucky clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, steadying himself from the anger that was bubbling from within. He craved nothing more than to call your bosses and tell them a thing or two about a proper workplace and how to respectfully treat employees who were under the weather.

Who else calls someone in to work and put others in jeopardy for getting them sick? It’s diabolical.

Giggling at yourself, you move away from the door and set your things to the side, stepping into the kitchen, “What’s all this?” Eyes roaming across the stove then to the dining table, you saw dinner had been made and set for you. The corners of your lips twitched into a lopsided smirk as you looked up at Steve.

“You didn’t have to do all this, baby. We could have ordered take out. I know how hard work can be on you two,” you turned and looked at Bucky who was already standing behind you with a smirk to mirror yours.

“We wanted to do this for you, doll. You work so hard too, ‘n hell, if we want to spoil you, we will. Periodt.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, cringing. “I get your trying to stay hip and modern but PLEASE don’t say that word around me again,” you chuckled as did the boys.

Both Bucky and Steve began to walk toward you and your gut knew they wanted a kiss, but you stopped them the minute they got close, placing a hand on their chests. “I’m sick remember? I don’t think you guys want to get close to me.”

“We’ll be fine. We’re super-”

“Yeah, yeah, super soldiers but I’m not risking it, Steve. Once I’m feeling better, I’ll repay you guys in so many kisses that you’ll be sick of me. But as of right now, I don’t want to be touched,” you sighed, looking between Bucky and Steve.

Bucky nodded and looked at Steve who seemed to be having a hard time dealing with your mood. You saw how his jaw clenched, his heart feeling the slight sting from how forward you were with your emotions and it wasn’t like Steve was against it. He needed to adjust. There was no doubt that Steve didn’t respect your wishes and so he stepped away, clearing his throat before busying himself in washing the dishes from cooking. You swallowed thickly, a small pout forming along your lips.

“Hey, America’s ass.”

Steve turned and you blew him a kiss, hoping it would warm his heart and silently tell him you loved him. When he smiled back, a twinkle forming in his eyes, you knew he was okay. The feelings of content and relief washing over you. It was Bucky’s turn now and you did the same, blowing a kiss, then giggling right after.

His lips bloomed into a toothy grin, his eyes sparkling with admiration and bashfulness. You found this incredibly adorable and you couldn’t help but ruffle his hair. After that, you headed to the bedroom to change into your pj’s.

Once you disappeared into your room, Steve stepped away from the kitchen and joined Bucky on the couch who was playing a game on his phone.

“Don’t mess with Y/N, okay? I think she’d find your annoyance anything but cute today. You saw how she’s acting. Wouldn’t want to ruin her night if you two end up arguing,” Steve warned with a sigh, reminding his lover. On your usual days, you’d find Bucky’s teasing hilarious and downright appealing. However, when you suffered through a rough day like today, for example, you and Bucky would get into a banter that neither parties like to endure. It wasn’t severely serious or anything of that sort and always ended up in kisses and hugs but Steve wanted to avoid that at all costs.

Maybe he was treating you like a small puppy dog after all.

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“Ugh, baby. You’re the fucking beeeest,” you groaned into your food, your eyes practically rolling inside your head. Your taste buds pranced with happiness, the flavors bringing waves of satisfaction and desire for more. The heat from your supper opened your pores and sinus which allowed some of your tasting senses to come alive.

Steve grinned brightly, looking over at Bucky who chuckled at the blonde for his victory smile. “Had to make my girl happy.”

“You mean our girl, jerk,” Bucky corrected, playfully glaring into Steve’s eyes whilst ripping a piece of baguette with his teeth, chomping on the bread. Steve’s face twisted with disgust and you barked out a laugh, your cheeks warming to how possessive they were getting over you.

“Okay, okay, chillax dudes. I don’t want any bloodshed over dinner. Y’all can wait till after I’m done,” you snorted as Bucky threw a piece of bread at you. You threw one in return which started a mini food war.

“No. Nooope,” Steve got up from the table and opted to eat on the kitchen island. “Totally unnecessary,” he whispered under his breath and it became unfortunate for him because you and Bucky ended up throwing food at him instead.

After dinner, the three of you decided to watch a movie since it was a Friday and none of you had to wake up early the next day. Bucky was picking out a movie, trying to connect his phone to the TV since he found a site that posted movies online without having to leave the comfort of your home and going to the movie theatre.

You quietly sat on the couch with a blanket wrapped around your body, waiting for Bucky. Technology wasn’t his thing but you gave him some room to try before you helped. It was the only way he was going to learn and you loved when he figured it out himself, his charming yet victorious smile blossoming across his face when he succeeded.

Steve had filled three bowls of popcorn since everyone ate theirs differently. Bucky didn’t like too much butter but you did and Steve was just in the middle with added caramel popcorn in the mix so it wasn’t unusual when you guys had your own popcorn rather than share it. He strolled into the living room, setting the bowls on the coffee table before deciding to take a seat next to you.

In Steve’s mind, he thought since dinner was successful and you seemed to be in a better mood, you wouldn't mind if he cuddled, missing the warmth of your body and the touch he just craved so often. It relaxed his every sense, any contact sending an electrifying current throughout his body and sparking something in his heart. You felt like home and being touch-starved by you today wasn’t sitting so nicely with Steve.

Throwing his arm over your shoulder, Steve adjusted himself on the couch before feeling his arm being lifted off your shoulders and into his lap.

“Steve, c’ mon babe. I’m really not in the mood. I’m sorry,” you huffed, a tinge of annoyance lacing your words. “I warned you earlier about getting yourself sick.” You scooted away from him, hoping your soft eyes would make up for it but Steve just growled, getting up and fetching his sketchbook from the shelf by the television.

Not only did he sit away from you but he ignored your attention, frustration weighing on his shoulders. He flipped through the pages of his book in search for a clean page to draw his emotions on and you mentally kicked yourself in the ass because you pushed Steve’s limit.

Huffing in remorse, you snuggled against your blanket, cozying up with the soft material that smelled of lavender. Bucky had finally gotten the movie to play, rushed to the couch and decided to sit with you since Steve was sulking on the other couch.

About 45 minutes into the movie, Bucky had his legs spread out, his head resting on the armrest while his body laid straight, his feet almost touching you. Lost in the plot of the film, you hadn’t noticed he pushed his sockless, icy cold feet under your blanket, the warmth wrapping itself around them. It brought a sort of relief that he wanted more warmth. More from you.

So that was when he touched his feet against your heated thighs, his toes digging in and out of your skin as if he was trying to massage you like a cat would knead a pillow. Instantly, you withdrew a breath, your senses coming into reality. The cold shook you like a bolt of lightning, your nerves screaming for an escape. You allow a few minutes to go by, assuming he’d halt his actions. But the longer you waited, the more he thought it was an invitation to continue.

The only solution you knew at the time was to take deep steady breaths, ignoring the fact that his freezing cold feet were touching your hot skin which brought a shiver throughout your body. You already had the chills due to your sickness and Bucky wasn’t making things any better for you now. What was up with your boyfriends today?

“Holy shit,” Bucky laughed at the television, pulling his legs back. You nipped your lips in happiness, doing a small victory dance in your head. Just as you’re getting comfortable again, Bucky placed his feet back in its previous position, causing you to huff out loud.

“Touch me with your cold feet one more time, and see what happens.”

Both Bucky and Steve whipped their heads towards you, their brows knitting together in confusion. You stare back at them, widening your eyes then signaling down with your eyes to show them the issue.

Inhaling deeply, Bucky paused the movie, “Jesus, really? You could’ve just asked me baby before threatening me.”

Those words alone brought a lump of guilt in your throat. You were very snappy today and it wasn’t like you to get this annoyed.

“Fuck, sorry,” you pouted. “I think I should just get to bed and leave you guys alone. I promise to be better tomorrow,” you whined quietly, your eyes darting between the two.

Bucky silently gnawed on his lower lip before turning his attention to Steve and winking at the old soul. Steve himself was utterly confused but he knew that mischievous smirk in Bucky’s eyes which gave him everything he needed to know.

As you were ready to leave the couch, Bucky leaped towards you, trapping your body underneath his as he playfully growled against your neck and jaw. You had no time to react differently, only the sounds of laughter breaking past your lips. Then came his fingers digging in your sides, the familiar zaps of delight coursing through your nerves. Tickling made your body turn into putty because once someone started, it was harder for you to escape their hold than it was to take it all in and not laugh.

Steve took this time to record a video of the events unfolding in front of his eyes, using a filter that made voices very high pitched. It was one of his favorites when he made videos and he couldn’t get over the fact it made people sound like they were on helium.

“Steve! St-stop recording and save m-meee!” you exclaimed, trying to catch your breath.

Your shrieks of bliss and neediness were enough for Steve to toss his book to the side and pull Bucky off your body, throwing the brunette to the ground with a loud thud.

“What the fuck, Steve!”

“Save it punk. Meet us in the room,” he breathed out a chuckle, sweeping you off the couch and carrying you to your bedroom. You buried your face into his chest in attempts to hide the growing smile that ached your cheeks even more. But you knew he already saw it and now he was going to make sure he gets all the kisses and cuddles he wants.

Even if that meant getting sick because Steve and Bucky would risk everything for you.

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wordywarriorwrites · 4 years

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Chapter 18: On Va Voir

Masterlist: The Boss of Brooklyn A03 Story Link Author: @wordywarriorwrites Summary: When it comes to being The Boss, James Buchanan “JB” Barnes rules with an iron fist. For him, there’s no room for sentiment, and certainly no time for distraction, even if it is in the form of an old flame. Steve Rogers had bowed out of the life a long time ago, but a twist of fate brings him right back into the fold, and face-to-face with a man he once loved. When a game of cat and mouse turns into a matter of life and death, both will be forced to decide whether they’ll be loyal to the business, or faithful to each other. A/N: Bucky Barnes Mob Boss AU. Stucky. For: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Star’s Multi-Fandom Follower Celebration with the prompt, “Why did you do it?” & @sherrybaby14 Sherry’s Fall Into You Challenge with the prompt, “Show me. Prove that you can handle me.” Warnings: Language, violence, drug use, alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content, illegal activities. *Re-blogs are welcome. Plagiarism isn’t. *

Steve had only been in France for four months, and while he hadn’t exactly unpacked his bags, he was already starting to feel at home. The apartment he’d rented in Île Saint-Louis was small, but comfortable, and suited his needs.

The island was quiet, intimate, and full of centuries-old architecture. Eight streets, four quays, and far removed from the capital. An awe-inspiring place that beckoned one to stroll along the docks, stop and take pictures of the statues and stained-glass windows, and indulge in famous ice-cream from Berthillon.

He’d moved to Paris, not only to get the hell away from everything and everyone, but also to get back into the very lucrative art smuggling industry. Steve hadn’t been in the game for some time, but it was something he knew, and could easily fall back on. Paris was the art capital of the world and he’d earned his stripes in some of the best galleries in New York; he’d also kept tabs on the movers and shakers over the years and still had connections and contacts.

Steve was already looking to get back to business, and while the fresh start, new surroundings, and exciting job opportunities were more than enough to keep him occupied, he wasn’t fully engrossed. He’d unintentionally become distracted by Mason Dubois and had been seeing him for a little over a month.

When Wanda introduced them, Steve had been curt, and too preoccupied to care if he’d come across as impolite. Whatever bad first impression he may have made on Mason hadn’t deterred him, and about a week after Steve got the keys to his new place, he’d found a welcome basket of cheese, bread, fruit, and wine on the doorstep. The note that accompanied it had been tongue-in-cheek flirtatious, and Mason had included both his number and an invitation for coffee.

The first meet up had been informal, with no expectation, pressure, or false promise. Then, they started texting, and eventually, breakfast dates turned to brunch, and lunch to dinner. After that, it was wine-tasting and bar-hopping; movies and junk food; early morning trips and late-night phone calls.

Mason looked at him unflinchingly and directly; he didn’t shutter his emotions or hide his intentions, but he wasn’t pushy, either. Smart as a whip and completely forthright, Mason was honest about what he got up to when he was away and just as truthful when he was present. A mop of curly brown hair; dark, bedroom eyes; closely-cropped beard; and a body that proved he both enjoyed and took care of himself. He was the real deal, the complete package, the quintessential dream man...

But Steve hadn’t slept with him – hadn’t even kissed him -- and couldn’t account for the hesitation.

“I need you to come clean, mon bel ami.”

Steve looked away from the view and arched an eyebrow, “About what?”

Mason sat back and tilted his head slightly to the side, “What’s wrong with you, exactly?”

Steve paused with his wineglass halfway to his lips and laughed, “Looking for flaws already?”

“Just trying to understand what’s going on inside that head of yours.”

“You don’t want to know – trust me.”

“Au contraire, I want to know everything about you,” Mason countered teasingly. “What makes you smile, what makes you mad. What you dream about at night and what your mouth tastes like...”

“You’re shamelessly persistent.”

“Oui. And you assertive, and yet, très réticent. You’re a contradiction. Like a petit chaton.”

“Did you – did you just call me a kitten?”

The arrival of their main courses meant Mason couldn’t respond verbally, but the mischievous wink and smirk spoke volumes, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t the 1967 Dmaine Romanee Conti that made him blush. Steve listened as he spoke to the waiter; he understood bits and pieces of the politely-toned commentary, and when the server departed, Mason picked up his fork, and placed his napkin in his lap.

A perfectly balanced vintage and amazing food kept them both focused on something other than coy banter. Lighter conversation centered around what was on their plates, which they exchanged a couple of times, followed by a chocolate soufflé that was the pièce de résistance of the meal.

They were served their after-dinner cognac out on the veranda. Far away from the door, in a barely illuminated corner, Mason reached into his pocket, and pulled out a pack of Gauloises. Even though the brand was no longer manufactured, and there was absolutely no smoking on the restaurant’s property, he got away with having his way because he was the type of man people made allowances for.

Mason lit the cigarette with practiced ease, tossed the box and jewel-encrusted lighter down onto one of the concrete side tables, and took a seat. While he got in his nicotine fix, Steve sipped, and stared out at the water. The air was brisk, but did little to clear his head or calm his thoughts.

“Who hurt you?” he wondered, breaking the silence. “And is the connard still breathing?”

Steve looked down the balloon glass in his hand and sighed. The question was a loaded one and not at all benign. Rough and deep-timbered, Mason’s voice resounded, and loathe as he was to acknowledge it, the accent and hard-edged intonation sent a shiver up and down his spine. He wasn’t used to this; had never been wined, dined, or seduced, and didn’t know what it was to have a man’s utter and complete attention outside of the bedroom. It was awkward, thrilling, and deeply unnerving.

And he just wasn’t ready for it.

“Beneath it all, I believe you are a cautious, shrewd man,” Mason asserted. “That is why you make me chase you. Vous aimez jouer à des jeux.”

Steve jerked his head up and turned to face him, “I don’t play games.”

Mason stared back at him for a time before he put his cigarette out. The Beauté du Siécle was something to be savored, but he uncharacteristically gulped it like it wasn’t worth nearly three-hundred thousand dollars a bottle and poured from a decanter made of crystal. He set the glass aside, got to his feet, and closed the distance between them.

The drink Steve had been holding to his chest like some sort of protective fucking barrier was pried out of his hand and put down on the flat cap of the balustrade. Mason caged him in by placing his hands on the railing on either side of him; he’d effectively trapped him, which meant there was no avoiding or escaping the fierce look in his dark, dark eyes.

“You’re worth pursual, but all running must stop eventually, oui?”

Another inquiry, but also one he could not provide an answer to. One hand transferred to his hip, anchoring, and vice-like. The other, tender and gentle against his cheek. A caress that moved down his jawline and a thumbpad that swiped whisper-soft across his lower lip.

“Are you going to stand still and let me kiss you, Steve Rogers?”

A careful, tentative brush – like a wide-eyed, expert painter who had already picked a hue, but was still trying to decide where to begin on the canvas. A shared breath that tasted of candied fruit and nutmeg. Tongue slipped and dipped between parted lips that were pliant and supple. Steady, steady, steady, until it wasn’t. Swaths and strokes and starbursts of vivid color. Pressed up together; thigh-to-chest; palms roving; and fingers dug in like claws.

Steve didn’t understand half of what rasped in his ear and against his throat – all he knew was that his heart was pounding and that Mason knew how to fucking kiss…

In the distance, someone cleared their throat. It took a forceful ahem and an additional cough before Mason growled low in his chest and lifted his head.

“Si ce n’est pas une question de vie ou de mort, partez,” he snapped.

“Désolé de vous déranger,” came the reply. “Vous devez prendre cela.”

Steve opened his eyes in time to see one of Mason’s personal security detail walking toward them, phone outstretched, and face placid. He stared at his feet, as if not making eye contact would minimize the intrusion somehow, and even went so far as to turn his back when Mason accepted the cell and began speaking.

His words were clipped at first, but then, they became cold. Rapid-fire French that Steve had no hope of keeping up with. The first words that made sense were, “Steve is with me,” and then, something about his apartment that he didn’t quite follow.

“Are you expecting a visitor?” Mason asked after he hung up.

Steve furrowed his brow and shook his head, “No, why?”

He tapped the screen and handed over his phone. The photos were unfocused and a bit blurry, but the car parked beneath the streetlamp just outside his building revealed a driver with an all-too-familiar profile. There were a few more in the series that showed Bucky appeared to have been there awhile and hadn’t budged.

Mason was a man with many enemies, and when they started dating, he’d asked Steve’s permission to put a guard on standby outside his place. It was for his own peace of mind as well as Steve’s protection, and it was only supposed to be when he wasn’t home. Steve hadn’t protested at the time – after all, he was in an unfamiliar city, and didn’t have anyone to watch his back, so, it was better to be safe than sorry.

It made sense that whoever was on duty would take pictures of anyone or anything unfamiliar or out of order. What didn’t make sense, however, were the candid shots of Steve himself. They were too close up and far too vivid to have been taken from a cell, and they’d also been taken while he was at home and out on the town. The private moments had been captured without his consent, and the shock of Bucky being in France and parked outside his place paled by comparison.

Something in Steve’s body language or expression must’ve tipped Mason off, because the cell was suddenly snatched out of his hand, and quickly stowed away. Mason was on the short-list of people nobody ever dared to take a swing at, but Steve did, and he issued a sharp jab to his nose. Mason didn’t stumble, but he did grunt, and the blood that bloomed was as red as Steve’s vision. The guard immediately stepped forward, but Mason raised a halting hand, and the man stopped in his tracks.

“I deserved that,” he muttered.

“You think?” Steve scoffed.

“Mon chat, I can explain--”

Steve didn’t ask the guard to move or stick around to listen to any excuses; he just turned on a heel, hoisted himself up and over the railing, and landed in the sand a few feet below. A quick, one-block jog saw him onto a busy street, where he hailed a cab, and told the driver there was an extra one-hundred euro in it for him if he put the pedal to the floor.

The incentive prompted a direct-route, wild ride that got him home in record time. Steve paid, hit the pavement, and made a beeline for Bucky’s car. He pounded his fist on the window, told him to get lost, and hot-footed it to his front door.

“Wait!” Bucky shouted after him. “Please, would you just--”

Unsteady hands meant the key missed the lock a few times, but he got there eventually, and darted inside. Once past the security door and inside the vestibule, Steve bypassed the elevator, and took the stairs three at a time. Eight flights later, he was in his apartment, and the first thing he did was out his cellular and pulverize it beneath his heel.

The go-bag was on the top shelf in the closet. The gun, passport, burner phone, and cash were hidden beneath a loose floorboard next to the bed. On the back of a take-out menu, he scribbled out a note for the landlord, counted out enough money to cover the lease-break and cleaning fees, and dropped it on the kitchen counter.

In, out, and down the back fire escape in under three minutes. Behind the building, there was a loose brick in the façade, and all it took was a slight tug for it to come out. The set of keys he’d tucked away were still there, and Steve had just put the brick back in place when the sound of his name, squealing tires, and gunfire echoed in the air.

Translations:

Mon bel ami – My handsome friend. Au contraire – On the contrary. Très réticent – Very reluctant. Petit chaton – Little kitten. Connard – Asshole; motherfucker; bastard. Vous aimez jouer à des jeux – You like to play games. Oui – Yes. Si ce n’est pas la vie ou la mort, partez. – If it’s not a matter of life or death, go away. Désolé de vous déranger. Vous devez prendre cela. – Sorry to bother you. You have to take this. Mon chat – My kitten.

Chapter 19: On the Line

Everything: @jennmurawski13 @nerdy-bookworm-1998

Steve Rogers: @patzammit @hearttoearth The Boss of Brooklyn: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan @jamesbarnesappreciationsociety @captain-rogers-beard @lilliannaansalla

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What is a healthy ship?

I think about this a lot, because we through the word “toxic” around constantly. I actually love the word toxic to describe relationships that are draining, because like radioactive or poisonous materials, toxic behavior may be unnoticeable on a given day or it may have a big affect all at once. However, because of overuse of the word, I’m going to talk about healthy vs unhealthy.

So first of all, let’s identify things that are risk factors: A relationship between a boss and an employee (even after that dynamic has ended), a relationship with a significant age gap, a relationship between people of different social strata, a relationship between a person who has financial control of another person, and a relationship with a history of aggression/dislike of one another, a relationship between a therapist/social worker/doctor and a client, a relationship between a teacher and student, a relationship between people of different physical abilities, etc.

Obviously these risk factors vary in many ways. That’s because what makes a relationship unhealthy is a clear and dramatic divide between the partners. This is true of every relationship. That’s why teachers, doctors, therapists etc have strict regulations and ethics because the people they serve are in their power. Abusing that power is wrong. Now you can have some risk factors, and not be in an unhealthy relationship. In fact most if not all relationships have some risk factors for an unhealthy dynamic (common). For example, people of different social strata can have healthy relationships, they just need to work that out and find ways not to let that into their relationship. And there are millions of healthy relationships where one partner has financial control of the family, but is not abusive.

Then there are gray areas. Personally, I think that a relationship between a boss and an employee isn’t inherently abusive as long as they are no longer boss and employee (look at Aunt Hilda and Dr. Cerberus on TCOS, Ben and Leslie in Parks and Rec). But there are so many factors involved that if one of my friends told me she had a crush on her boss, I’d tell her not to pursue it and I heard a boss was trying to pursue a relationship with an employee I’d immediately be uncomfortable. But a lot of it depends on the job relationship, have they always been boss and employee? How dependent is the employee on the good graces of the boss? Is the boss using rewards or punishments at work to control the employee in the relationship? Is the boss directly managing the employee? I have a similar thing about age differences. Often people are quick to condemn a 20 year old dating a sixteen or seventeen year old, but there are so many factors that you really have to look at it on a case by case basis. Similarly I know people who have very strong and loving relationships with a 7-10 year age difference that met when the younger one was in their early 20s and the older one was in their 30s. Personally, that isn’t something I’m interested as a 20something trying to date, but that doesn’t mean that every relationship like that will be terrible.

That being said, there are some risk factor that are always bad (absolute). A relationship between a therapist, counselor, personal aid, or any profession that gives the professional intimate and necessary knowledge of the person is wrong. If you need that explained think about Elijah Wood in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Did he skeeve you out? Yeah, that’s why the “my therapist is hot and I want to date them” plot is often very cringe. A relationship with an adult and a child, is always going to be bad (If you’re wondering where that line is, you’re too close to it). A relationship with a history of abuse is always going to be a relationship that is unhealthy.

The thing is, if the relationship hasn’t happened yet, and it doesn’t have one of the clearly wrong risk factors, whether it’s actually abusive or not is really up for debate. A lot of time we throw the word abusive around for ships we don’t like. Sometimes it’s about misinformation, where people assign an absolute risk factor to a relationship in which there is no absolute risk factor. A big one for this is buckynat, a ship I adore. I’ll go into the age difference (which is one of many things that does not make sense):

the primary canon for the ship is in the comics based on Black Widow: Deadly Origins (the last comic to give specific dates for Natasha’s life) they met when Natasha was twenty eight and Bucky was thirty nine. Not a significant age difference when you consider that at this point they both have anti-aging bastardized super serum that will keep them both alive for sixty three more years and counting. While other comics have alluded to changing the timeline, they have not actually provided different dates or information (there’s also some discrepancy as to whether or not Natasha was continuously with department X or not).

In the MCU (not that it matters now) it would probably not be hard to establish Natasha as older than the date given in CA:TWS and it would actually empower her to say that she has a version of the serum (where right now she’s just a normal human) and undo the horrible concept that she was sterilized as a graduation from the red room (in the comics she can’t have children because the serum makes pregnancy impossible unless you take immune system suppressants). If they didn’t want to go with this plot line, they could also just have Bucky and Natasha meet in the early 2000s right before she defected (Iron man 2 came out in 2010 if she met Bucky in 2004 when she was 20 she’d still have six years to defect).

And yet there is some strange insistence that if Bucky and Natasha even look at each other in the movies it will be some sort of pedophilia because of a throwaway line in CA:TWS, and based off of almost no evidence from either of the two reservoir of content we have. And rather than just say “I don’t like this ship” it’s been called unhealthy from every angle. Ironically in the comics it was one of the healthiest and most supportive ships which is why so many people fell in love with it. (but that’s for a different blog)

Then there’s the assigning a gray area risk factor to a ship and insisting it always means that relationship will be unhealthy. I have to admit, I can be guilty of this. And I’m calling myself out right now because I do this to the reylo ship all the time. The thing is, these are legitimate reasons to not ship a ship, they’re gray areas and if you’re like me, the very existence of these risk factors makes the idea of the two characters being together seem cringe-y. So my Reylo analysis below:

The risk factor that makes Reylo seem unhealthy is the fact that Rey and Kylo had very few positive interactions in the first film, and in fact their most in depth conversation was while Kylo was hurting Rey. But, given the circumstances, it is possible they might get together. Think about Katarra and Zuko, who were on different sides of the same war, and then later became good friends (and personally I shipped them like crazy). It’s commonly accepted that in movies with grand fantastic implications, that two people who are on different sides can later become friends when one of them makes a major personal change.

Now, in the second movie, it seems fairly evident that that character change has yet to happen. But speaking from personal experience, it takes a lot for someone to be a better person. While it’s not a good idea to get together with someone to change them, it’s not like that’s an impossible thing to do, but also Kylo and Rey are not together and have yet to get together in the films. So presumably most of the shippers are hoping for Kylo to make better choices before the two characters get together.

That’s the thing about shipping. No one ships the version of Reylo where Kylo is a whiny bitch who wants to take over the metaphor for the original nazi army metaphor (they’re called storm troopers people) and he spends all day emotionally manipulating Rey just to make her feel bad. The ones who do ship it, like that Kylo and I guess Rey have to become better people first. They don’t ship things as they are now, they are excited about the potential happiness these characters can find.

While this isn’t a good way to live your life (i.e. don’t date someone who isn’t their best self right now), it can be a fantasy for someone. I get it, the idea that the person you like isn’t great yet but eventually they’ll get their shit together. The thing that makes it nice is the fact that it never happens in real life. So if that’s what you’re into, cool. You do you. If your version of the ship is okay, we’re good.

Then there’s the last method of calling a ship unhealthy. That is taking a number of common nearly universal risk factors and using it as evidence to say the ship is unhealthy. To me this is the grossest misuse and one of the most common. It is almost always used against canon ships that get in the way of the popular ship and it can honestly push people out of the fandom. The example I’m going to use here is the ship Karamel, because once again I did not ship it at all. But I saw so much Karamel hate that I’m familiar with the ridiculousness of the some of the arguments. Analysis below:

Where to start with this one. Honestly everything was thrown at this ship. The fact that Mon-El was kind of a dick in the beginning. The fact that his parents were bad people. The fact that he told her he liked her multiple times. The fact that Kara took some time to show interest in him. Yes, if a relationship is abusive, these might have been early red flags, but this relationship was not abusive. It wasn’t the best relationship ever. But Mon-El never disrespected Kara’s choices or ingnored her when she said stop or no.

The truth is, sometimes people have crushes on people and it’s not mutual. In this situation, they had to remain a part of each others’ lives, and honestly, I’m glad that Mon-El was honest with his feelings. Because for him, Kara’s friendship was really important, and she was constantly pushing him to be open wit his feelings and to be more emotionally mature. So when he was honest, even though the conversation was risky, I think it was the right decision.

Here’s the problem with labeling this relationship as abusive. Obviously, the implication is that Mon-El is abusive. When you are in an abusive relationship, it isn’t a choice. It’s something that happens to you, because an abuser will constantly lie and gaslight you so that you have no real understanding of the facts and therefore cannot really make a choice. If you say Kara was in an abusive or “toxic” relationship just because she’s in a relationship you don’t like, you are taking away her choices. The best part of Supergirl is that Kara has to struggle to make choices whether they be right or wrong. She’s the one in control of the plot, she’s the driving force. So to then take all that away because you disagree with her choice in partner, really ignores her power and turns her into a passive, incapable woman. Whether or not you like her relationship with Mon-El, it is clear that she is the one that sets the boundaries and she is the one that drives it.

So then there are clearly abusive ships. I’m not going to do an in depth analysis but I think the best example is Jarley. The tamest incarnation of this ship Suicide Squad in which the Joker tortures her and then pushes her in a vat of toxic chemicals. It’s also a relationship between a therapist and a patient. A truly unhealthy relationship is one that satisfies most or all of the following criteria:

The couple is actually together in the canon (otherwise how would we actually analyze that dynamic?)

The couple has an absolute risk factor

There is evidence in canon of physical, sexual, or emotional abuse (this is not having an argument or teasing each other, for more info go here)

There is evidence of gaslighting or maniuplation (these must be intentional)

There is a clear power disparity between the characters

It’s important that we don’t over-label ships as abusive. First of all because there are a lot of people who are in abusive relationships or have been in abusive relationships all over the world. If they see that just any relationship that people don’t like is qualified as “abusive” it will become so much harder to then see their own relationships with clear eyes. I legitimately realized that my parents had been abusive to me because of some of the discourse here on tumblr. But if I was fifteen in the marvel fandom right now, it would be really hard for me to distinguish between healthy and unhealthy relationships.

It’s also really important to make a distinction. Not all ships are created equal. There are dark corners of fandoms where parent/child ships grow and pedophilic ships are popular. And several fandoms have very popular incest (sibling) ships. These relationships are not okay. We need to be able to call them out undeniably. And every time you call a ship you don’t like unhealthy when it isn’t, you’re giving people a reason not to believe you when you do call out an unhealthy relationship.

Our words matter, and how we treat each other matters. It’s important to remember that there are no easy answers here. And also it’s okay to just not like something. You shouldn’t feel the need to justify it and you shouldn’t feel the need to declare it from the rooftops. My favorite ship is Buckynat. I’ve never once gotten mad for seeing a “how do you like buckynat?” “not my cup of tea” post. I get so upset when I see a “How do you like buckynat?” “oh it’s so TOXIC” post. In the same way that if you liked chocolate ice cream and your friend told you that chocolate ice cream is contributing to misogyny and trauma for women everywhere, you’d be a little up in arms.

If you read through this, thank you so much, you probably don’t need it. If not, well, you’re not here are you?

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