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red1culous · 7 months

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Bite

You call out for her shutting the front door and rifling through the stack of letters you retrieved from the mailbox. Kicking off your shoes and haphazardly throwing your jacket onto the clotheshorse you mindlessly walk through the apartment.

“This place smells heavenly” you remark nose still buried in the stack of envelopes.

You hear her chuckle from the kitchen. “In here” she calls out to you.

You chuck the letters on the side table and walk into the kitchen. The oven must be on, you think to yourself as you’re enveloped by warmth and the sound of music playing softly.

Your eyes dance across the countertop. It looks as though everything is covered in a fine mist of flour. She turns to face you and smiles.

You scrunch your nose a little. “You’re baking” you say.

She answers with a chuckle. “You say that like you’re surprised.” She takes a sip of coffee from the large steaming mug beside her. Looking at you from over the rim of the mug you see her eyes twinkle mischievously.

“I mean…” you try.

“Wanda’s not the only one who can cook around here.” She says before turning her back on you to continue doing whatever she was doing before you got home.

The weirdness of the moment presses down on you. You were watching your badass assassin girlfriend making bread. You watch her add a tablespoon of flour, bit by bit to the dough before rolling it out and kneading it again and again.

You hop onto the counter beside her. She feels your eyes on her but declines to return the look this time.

“You have to make sure it mixes all the way through,” she says breaking the silence. “Otherwise one side will have too much flour.”

You hum. “Is that when it gets too dense?”

You see the side of her mouth curl up slightly. “That could be because it’s too wet.”

“Wet huh?” you tease.

She looks up at you smirking and flings some flour in your direction.

You laugh dusting yourself off. “Can’t you just bake it longer than?”

She shakes her head smiling to herself. “It doesn’t work that way. Everything needs to be just right. Even the room temperature has to be just right.”

You playfully groan hopping off the counter walking up behind her to wrap your arms around her waist. “Seems like a lot of work for bread.”

“Well perhaps” she answers while turning her face slightly to peck you on the cheek. “The only thing more fussy than man, is bread” she says as she goes back to kneading the dough.

You snuggle up closer to her and plant a wet kiss on the column of her neck.

She gasps and wriggles slightly. “Stop that, I need to finish this” she halfheartedly protests while offering you more of her neck.

“You think you could teach me how to do that?” you whisper and lick the shell of her ear.

You hear a soft moan emanating from deep within her. Your lips are soft on her skin as you tighten your grip around her waist. Pulling her closer to you she can feel the buckle of your belt dig into her lower back.

Playing along with you she blinks to clear her mind. “Just put your hands here and do what I’m doing.”

In one swift motion you shift your hands to under her shirt. She gasps as you gently cup her breasts and start copying her movements with the dough.

“Am I doing it right?” you ask innocently.

She groans loudly leaning back into you. She rests her head against your shoulder as you start to nibble on her neck soothing the gentle bites with your tongue. She’s completely forgotten about her dough as she’s helpless to break away from your ministrations. Arousal and longing washes over her.

“You’re doing it expertly” she almost moans as you slightly pinch her pert nipples.

Wriggling around to face you her eyes are dark and blown with lust. Your hands readjust on her just as she wraps hers around your neck and kisses you hard and deep.

You’re left breathless when she pulls apart. Your eyes remained closed and all you can hear are her heavy breaths. “Are they done yet?” you ask a tiny smirk playing on your lips.

She pecks you on the lips as she roughly pulls you out of the kitchen. “Wait…!” You laugh. “Baby…your bread?” you question pulling her back into the kitchen so that you could turn the oven off before she’s yanking you once again away in the direction of the bedroom.

“Leave it, the temperature’s way too hot in here for making bread anyway.”

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redwing4life · 1 month

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ASHES TO EMBERS MASTERLIST

PAIRING: Firefighter!Neighbor!Bucky x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Night terrors (bucky), copious amounts of fluff, angst if you don’t search too hard for it, smut, firefighter bucky is a warning in itself

SUMMARY: When an unfortunate event forces you to confront the crush you’ve had on your neighbour since you moved in, you learn that Bucky knows you better than you know yourself. As the two of you grow closer, how does he deal with his past without pushing you away.

CHAPTERS: 5 - Ongoing

tap whichever chapter title you want and enjoy reading <3

ONE: Forgotten Alarms

WARNINGS: Mentions of night terrors, trapped in small spaces, brief mention of reader being worried about bucky holding her weight, nothing else other than bucky being cute af

SUMMARY: When you get stuck in an elevator with your neighbour (who also happens to be your crush), you discover your interest in the firefighter isn’t as one-sided as you thought.

TWO: Shadows

WARNINGS: Fluff, talk about night terrors, ALPINEEE, reader continues to be oblivious, bucky being a flirt

SUMMARY: After yesterday’s elevator fiasco, you’re left with the guilt of overstepping in Bucky’s business. He could barely look at you when you went to the firehouse to thank the crew, so it’s fair to say you’re surprised when he turns up at the cafe you work at.

THREE: For You

WARNINGS: Mention of night terrors, Bucky being upset, fluff, flashbacks containing the death of a child, plenty of unholy thoughts, half naked bucky, dirty talk???, sexual tension, please let me know if i’ve missed something!!!

SUMMARY: You find Bucky at his most vulnerable when he’s sent home from work at 2 in the morning. While doing everything you can to comfort him, you realise you’re falling for him.

FOUR:

a/n: please lmk if you know the creator of the ai bucky images, full credit to them!!!!!

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redmeanslove · 2 years

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“I needed to get out of the house. And I considered going to Ash's, but Gina's still there until her mom moves back to Salt Lake next week and I just -,” EJ shrugged, not explaining further since they both knew why that wasn't the best option.

“So you just decided to go all out and drive to your friend who lives furthest away, huh?” Seb teased carefully, hoping to lighten the mood.

or, the one where EJ needs a friend and the Matthew-Smith farm welcomes him with open arms

#redfics #seblos #hsmtmts #seblos fic #seb matthew smith #carlos rodriguez #ej caswell #spoilers for s3 guys!#also this is me trying to heal all the damage that has been done to ej this season #with the warmest person ever #because i STILL find new ideas about seb ej friendship fics #hsmtmts s3 #hsmtmts spoilers

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scary-grace · 1 year

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33 for the spotify wrapped ask!

Message In A Bottle by Taylor Swift!

#asks #clown hours #this one wound up there because it’s one of the reference songs for redfic #and a song for the erasermic night land au apparently #and bc it slaps

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pops-and-kids · 5 years

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Hello! Below is a little something I wrote for Lil Red! It’s angst filled, so be warned of that! I plan to do one of these a month, but they wont always be this long or heavy as this one. If you’d like to see more of these please tell me! These will be tagged Redfics, with Lil’ Red either being the main character or the main topic. Please enjoy! (^-^)/

Red scuttled around the halls quickly, her blue and gold eyes blown wide in fear. A bunch of bad men attack the ship again today, but this time they brought friends. Haruta was supposed to take her and hide, but they suddenly lurched forward and tossed her, sending her tumble all over the floor. When she looked back up at them they were clutching their shoulder and told her to run for the bedrooms. The sound of yelling and boomsticks frightened her to her very core. Even Pop-pop was yelling! He never yelled! Red whimpered as she ran down the long hall, now lost on the ship. To her everything looked the same, and her nose was just filled with that icky smell of iron, sea salt, and the grey powder Izou and Curiel stuffed in their boomsticks. Her ears were full of the sounds of everyones yells of anger and pain, sending chills down her tricolour patched coat. She was scared, she wanted Fossa or Pop-pop to hold her! The rocking of the ship under her paws didn’t help, the sea and sky were just as upset as her as storm clouds started swirling above and harsh waves started snapping at the sides of the whale boat.

Her small paws barely made any sound over the fighting, but her heart sounded like it had gotten into her head and was thumping loud in her already straining ears. She looked at the doors next to her, but none of them had the bedroom plates on them. She only recognized Haruta and Kingdews big boy room, where all the weird whirring and beeping machines were with the talking snails. She skidded to a halt and made a helpless jump for the door lever, though it was in vain. All the door levers on the ship were too high for her small body, even if she jumped with her just jump! Red slid down the door, her claws leaving marks on the wood as her eyes filled with tears. Haruta and Kingdew were back on the deck, and she’d get yelled at if she went out there while the adults all yelled at one another. A strong wind crashed into the ship, making it lean to the side and filling her nose with more of that awful iron smell. She didn’t like it at all, but the all-better room and Jirus rooms always smelled of it. The deck did too days after a fight, but today it was really strong.

Suddenly a loud boom shook her entire body and knocked the air out of her, leaving her gasping. Screams were all she heard over the ringing in her ears, the wailing of the wind going through her. Her eyes were full of little stars as she opened them, but all that she was greeted with was splintered wood of the once intact hallway and the fire eating at the whale boat. The whale boat wasn’t supposed to be on fire! Ace wouldn’t set the whale boat on fire! Red fall back onto the floor, jumping up onto her six paws as the ship rocked scarily again. The ocean was really upset now, banging into all the ships around into the whale boat. The wind was howling and tearing at the big sails too, threatening to jab holes in them. She gulped and started running down the hall again, away from the yelling and fire, far away.

“Unf!” While she was looking back at the massive hole in the side of the whale boat she had bumped into something! Or someone.

Suddenly large hands grabs her hard, causing her to yelp in pain as she was yanked up off the ground so quickly and with her legs crushed together painfully. She blinked and looked forward, meeting green eyes. They weren’t happy eyes like Thatchs, but deep and scary. They didn’t have the love and affection he did, but more like a Shaleback eyeing a new meal: her.

“And what the fuck are you?” The man asked, a creepy smile twisted on his face. She didn’t like that smile. Red shrunk back a bit, a whimper escaping her mouth.

The man gripped her even tighter, tears of pain and fear stinging at the corners of her eyes as he looked her over. Red felt a rush of peircing ice go through her veins, and her eyes widened in shock as she remembered what Auntie Ta’Vari had told her.

“If a human corners you, kick them as hard as you can! In the stomach, in the knees, in the throat, anywhere you reach!”

“Aren’t you that thing the marines were freaking out about some time back? Some sort of beast?” The man continued talking, ignoring the glossed over look in the faerie dragons eyes.

With a few deep breaths Red gathered all her strength and raised her hind paws, sending them jabbing into his chest! He gasped and hunched over a bit, but his hands gripped even tighter to Reds horror, making her screech in pain.

“Heheh...feisty little shit...” His one hand let her go for just a second--only to regain grip. Around her neck. “Aint ya?” Red’s eyes went wide as she began to squirm in earnest now.

The man laughed as he slowly crushed her throat his his hand, her thrashing becoming more and more panicked as she got less and less air. All she got loose was one of her front legs, but at the cost of being able to breathe freely. She craned her neck and made eye contact with him, stopping the fighting and merely trembling in his hands.

“I wonder how much your pelt would sell for.” The man smirked.

What did he mean? Did he want her fur? Why did he want it? He couldn’t have it! Izou loved to brush it! Fossa spent a lot of time washing oil out of it! Everyone loved how soft it was, especially Pop-pop! HE COULDN’T HAVE IT!!!

Red bared her teeth like Papa taught her, eyes focusing on nothing but the bad man in front of her. In a split second her one free paw flexed, curved claws unsheathing from their cute and furry toes. She opened her mouth and her paw shot forward.

“NO!!” Her paw went towards his face. Directly into his eye.

His face was blank as her claws went into his open eye, red splattered out and over her paw as they dug in deep. In a single second he roared in pain and let go of Red, letting her fall to the floor. Red gasped for air as she stumbled to her paws and looked at the man. He stumbled back, screaming curse words not even fossa had used before, red iron oozing from between his fingers as he clutched at his eye. The little faerie dragon was frozen on the spot, fear and horror gluing her to the floor.

The bad man looked at her, his other eye filled with rage. That scared her even more.

“YOU LITTLE RAT!!! I’LL SKIN YOU ALIVE!!!” He screamed and yanked out his sword, charging at her.

Red could only stare with wide eyes as the glint of his sword caught the light, it’s aura filled with spite and blood lust.

“GET THE FUCK--” Sword met flaming sword, Fossa’s yell of rage filled Red’s ears as she stared at the swords inches away from her face.

The bad man stumbled back and Fossa went forward. He raised his swords and in a quick motion--

“RED!!”

He brought them down just as large hands scooped her up, covering her eyes and ears. But it was too late. She had saw the swords dig into the man’s flesh, she had seen the red iron gushing from his body, she had heard the start of his scream.

“It’s okay! It’s okay! He didn’t hurt you, did he?!” Dewey cuddled her so tenderly, keeping her pressed against his chest protectively as she shook and let out a sob. She loved Pop-pop, and Marco, and Ace, and Thatchy, and Jojo, and Vista, and Menny, and Mossy, and Namur, and Dewey, and Haruta, and Atmos, and Jiru, and Fossa, and Izou. They fed her and kept her safe, gave her lots of love and naps.

But she missed Mommy and Papa.

#Redfic #Lil' Red #OC #angst #Whitebeard pirates #Fossa #Kingdew #((Red has her own nicknames for all the commanders))#((Please let me know if you'd like to see more of these!))

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brujahinaskirt · 3 years

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Fic Ask

Thanks for the tag, @yoyobroworld! I pressurelessly tag @jawanaka and @mangocats and @angels-heap.

Under a cut for length and what my millennial sense of self-esteem insists to me is obscene braggadocio.

How many works do you have on AO3? Twenty-one . . . once I post With Horn and Leash (Kingdom Come: Deliverance).

What’s your total AO3 word count? 792310. Need . . . new . . . hobby . . .

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Words Unanswered (Tolkien) A Strange Hunt (Kingdom Come: Deliverance) Lost in the Trees (Kingdom Come: Deliverance) Desert of Ghosts (Vampire: the Masquerade - Bloodlines) Black Coffee (Half-Life: Blue Shift) Black Coffee is approx. ten years old and does not deserve its slot, but I’m grateful it still sees an occasional reader.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I try to always say thanks! The only comments I don’t respond to are the ones I delete (i.e., comments that contain obvious bigotry or abusive language). Fortunately, those don’t come along too often.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I love to write angst, but this question made me realize that very few of my fics have angsty endings. Even the sad endings are usually heavier on love and hope than angst.

Looking at endings alone, it’s probably Running on Faith (The Walking Dead).

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? Right now, I say Lost in the Trees (Kingdom Come: Deliverance). It’s going to be Fortune Favors the Bold (Kingdom Come: Deliverance), but that fic will get MUCH sadder/more violent before it ends happy. I just can’t seem to do anything too permanently mean to poor Henry of Skalitz.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the strangest one you’ve written? So far, it’s not really for me.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? (D)efinitely not! (R)e(A)ders a(GON)ize over such comments, (A)nd no (G)amer would ever send hat(E)! 🙃

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I don’t shy away from sex scenes, but the stuff I've flagged "E" still probably doesn't qualify as smut.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? A few times, usually via shady reposting sites. These days, I write in itty-bitty fandoms, so this never felt like a serious threat to me.

Have you ever had a fic translated? There are two lovely Russian translations of Regaining Balance (Thief: The Dark Project) on Ficbook, and the very talented @yoyobroworld translated In Caes of Disastur (Kingdom Come: Deliverance) into Czech. I think there is a Russian translation of In Spring (Kingdom Come: Deliverance) and a Chinese translation of The Jackal (Thief: The Metal Age) in the works.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Just informally with buddies, mostly in the VTMB fandom. I don’t think any of those stories are publicly available, but I had a great time working on them.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? I don’t have the brainpower to mentally sift through all the stories I’ve ever read/watched/etc., so I’m going to constrain my answer to ships I’ve written about. 😂 Morrigan/Warden (Dragon Age) is my guilty pleasure but I won’t admit it. I fucking love Hans Capon and Henry’s relationship from Kingdom Come: Deliverance, and Theresa/Henry is top quality, too.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? I’m probably never going back to BioWare IP stories. I’m sad about it, but neither Dragon Age nor Mass Effect grip me like they used to. I’ve really disliked the narrative/creative direction of both these worlds lately, and unless there’s a massive writing team shakeup, I doubt this will change any time soon.

What are your writing strengths? I think I have a keen musical ear for sentence flow and variation. I like to think I’m good at letting emotions seep into prose. I’m also pretty good at titles, which didn’t come naturally.

What are your writing weaknesses? My dialogue is chronically overwritten. I’m always pruning back speeches during editing and cutting reams of chatter. People just don’t say that much in one go! It's difficult for me to keep my eye on the greater conversational ball and I often drop the leash. I’m trying to get a better internal sense for balancing my active scenes with summary passages. This is an element of structure; it has taken me years to improve and I'm still working on it. Middles are hard for me. I find beginnings and endings much easier to write than middles. Middles are a slog.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Not sure why this would be a universal problem? You don’t want to switch languages just to be pretentious, obviously, and it can be really othering/awkward if you don’t actually know what you’re doing. But if you have a good reason and your language skills are competent, then why not?

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Thief: The Dark Project! It was a dorky story about Lieutenant Mosley abandoning her office and (natch) enlisting Garrett's help to free an imprisoned witness involved in a grand anti-pagan murder plot. This fic never saw the internet light of day, and I'm relieved for that, let me tell you.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? A Strange Hunt (Kingdom Come: Deliverance) is my best fic. Instead of Stars (Half-Life 2) wishes it could be A Strange Hunt. It cannot.

#writing #fanfic #redfics #long post way too long

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skeletorific · 7 years

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I'm now trying to come up with a proper ship name. Skelered, Redfic, Rori (skeleTORIfic) I wish it would let me ask with my undertale blog -_-

I kind of love all of these man

#personal

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red1culous · 1 year

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Before You Close Your Eyes

Normally she would have been in bed hours ago. Early to bed, early to rise sort of philosophy. But the events of the day had left her on edge. She had tried settling into bed at her usual time, but she spent the next 40 mins staring up at the ceiling and the next 25 minutes after that wondering if she should just dismiss the idea of sleep altogether.

She was just about to when you cracked the door open just a tiny bit. She watched as you stuck your head in through the gap and peered in her direction. You must have thought she was asleep so you let yourself in and start your nightly routine taking the utmost care to keep any sound levels to a minimum. Natasha was greatly amused in spite of her foul mood seeing your body hunched over as you crept through the space on your tip toes. And she almost laughed out loud when you stubbed your little toe on the dresser and bounced around on the spot silently cursing while balancing on one leg doing something akin to a very postmodern version of a Gopak. She watches as you switch off the en-suite bathroom lights and follows the sound of your bare feet padding your way towards the bed. Pulling the covers aside you finally see that Natasha is not yet asleep.

You gasp at the sight of her already watching you with a wry smile on her face. “Nat!” you visibly flinch at the fright. “What the— you should be asleep by now.” She chuckles at you as you climb into bed and lay on your right side tucking your right hand under your pillow. She mirrors you and smiles as she moves a loose strand of hair from off your face.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” you say much more gently this time.

She hums and scoots closer towards you. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Right then” you say throwing off your covers and holding open your arms and legs, “there’s nothing a cuddle can’t cure.”

She giggles at you but moves to situate herself in your arms. You snake your arms around her waist and pull her back flush against your front. You feel her relax in your arms with a pleasurable sigh.

There’s a pinch of laughter in your voice. “D’you want to talk about it?” you ask.

“Hmm?” she answers.

Gently you kiss the back of her neck and she shivers slightly. Your whole body thrums to the tune of her. “Why you can’t sleep—“ you add.

“It’s ok baby you go to sleep” she says stifling a yawn. “Today was just so exhausting.”

“You don’t say” you grin and peck in between her shoulder blades.

“What?” she playfully elbows you in the sternum and you laugh circling your arms tighter around her.

“I’m just surprised you aren’t asleep yet seeing that you are of an advanced age and al—“ your sentence dies off as she raises one of your forearms to her mouth and clamps down on it.

You yelp.

“Remind me how old you are again?” she asks with a laugh.

This time you laugh into her hair. “I’m old enough to know better and young enough to not care.”

“Jesus!” she exclaims smacking the leg you have conveniently draped over her lower body. “I can’t believe I’m dating a child!”

“Urgh age is nothing. Plus I like—“

“Don’t say it, Y/N” she jokingly warns.

“—MILFS” you finish and she groans aloud.

“I take it back, I’m dating a literal foetus.”

Smiling into her hair you breathe in her shampoo and the breath you release comes out like a sigh.

“Stop thinking and go to sleep” you add after a few minutes of silence.

“You were in diapers when I was getting my boobs!” she whisper shouts.

You chuckle behind her and worm your hands up to cup her breasts. “Mmm. Nice job with that” you say giving them an appreciative squeeze.

Nat lets out what sounds like a huff and a chuckle. Eventually her breathing evens out and quietens. The silence that envelopes the both of you deepens. You wait a few more minutes before finally letting your eyes close, nuzzling into her, adjusting to her gentle breathing.

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redwing4life · 1 month

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Forgotten Alarms

CHAPTER 1 | ASHES TO EMBERS

PAIRING: Firefighter!Neighbour!Bucky x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of night terrors, trapped in small spaces, brief mention of reader being worried about bucky holding her weight, nothing else other than bucky being cute af

SUMMARY: When you get stuck in an elevator with your neighbour (who also happens to be your crush), you discover your interest in the firefighter isn’t as one-sided as you thought.

WORD COUNT: 2736

NEXT CHAPTER

“You’re late, doll.”

The teasing voice of your neighbour catches you off guard when you open your front door; your hand slaps over your heart as you jump from shock.

“Says you” you smirk as you come down from the surprise. You step out of your door fully, turning and pulling it shut behind you.

Bucky chuckles, locking his own door while you do the same. He can’t help but sneak another glance your way - a light blush creeping up your neck under his gaze.

You think you’d be used to him by now, have your little crush under control seeing as you find yourselves leaving for work at the same time regularly. And yet here you are, heart beating faster than you’d like while you fumble with your keys.

Despite being late for work, Bucky waits for you to finish locking up before falling into step beside you as you walk down the hallway to the elevator.

“So let me guess, you slept through your alarm again?” The firefighter raises a brow, amused by your flushed appearance - unsure if that’s his effect on you or the fact your shift started five minutes ago.

“Worse,” you wince, “didn’t even set the damn thing.”

If you didn’t love it so much so much, you’d be inclined to be offended at the snort of a laugh he lets out. “Oh, doll.” Bucky shakes his head with a grin still left on his lips.

“What ‘bout you, Barnes? Spend too much time doing your hair?”

One unamused glare your way and now you’re the one giggling. Walking up to the elevator, you press the button to go down before stepping back to face Bucky.

“I’ll have you know, I woke up looking this good” He winks at you, hoping you’ll accept his non-answer for an answer. But you both know why he woke up late.

He barely even fell asleep, now that his nightmares are back.

His screams travel through the thin walls at night, falling on concerned ears. You pretend as though you don’t hear his night terrors but he sees the slight tug at your brows the next morning, the way you’re desperate to ask if he’s okay. But you never do; you don’t want to make him uncomfortable. You offered your help once, and you’re not sure you have the right to ask again.

“Who said you look good?” You tease, hoping to lighten the mood.

The elevator dings and the doors open. “Well the old lady whose cat we saved yesterday said I was the most handsome man in town” He smirks as you both step inside.

“Oh that’s high praise, Barnes” You reply, watching as he presses the ground floor button.

A comfortable silence falls upon the elevator as it roars back to life. Pulling out your phone, you fire a quick text to your boss to apologise for being late before shoving it back into your back pocket.

Bucky turns to you, “What time do you fin-“

A loud clunk sounds from above the lift and it stops moving, dropping a couple inches before coming to a halt again.

“Oh, shit” You all but whisper, almost afraid of speaking too loudly in case it sends you tumbling down.

“Well,” Bucky’s eyes are on the ceiling, “that didn’t sound great”

If you weren’t so nervous, you might slap him for stating the fucking obvious. Your eyes fall to your hand that’s grabbed his, not even realising you’d reached for him when the lift stopped.

Your cheeks burn crimson before you release the death grip you had on his wrist, ignoring the sparks resting beneath your fingertips.

“You okay, doll?” His voice softens when he sees the fear in your eyes.

“Umm..” You stutter, voice as shaky as your hands are.

“Hey, hey,” Bucky’s hands are on your shoulders now, “you’re shaking, Y/n. What’s wrong? What do you need me to do?”

Clenching your eyes shut, you take a deep breath. “Tell me we’re not about to fall to our deaths, please”

Your neighbour lets out a breathy ‘Oh, doll’ and strokes his thumbs over your shoulders. When you open your eyes, his blue ones bear into yours reassuringly, “We’re not gonna fall to our deaths.”

“This hunk of junk hasn’t been serviced in years but i’m pretty sure it’s just jammed or the powers cut out. Either way, we’re gonna be just fine” He continues.

You let out a wavering breath and nod slowly. “Okay. So what now?” You ask.

Bucky drops one of his hands to get his phone (much to your dismay), “I’m gonna call for the crew to come get us”

“Wait,” You frown, “why not press the help button?”

Bringing his phone to his ear, Bucky replies as it starts ringing. “Well, after Mr Garvey lugs his ass outta bed, he’d be calling them anyways. Might as well avoid being stuck here longer than we have to”

Ahh, Mr Garvey; the landlord to the whole building who also happens to be the laziest fucker around.

You mumble and ‘okay’ and roll your bottom lip between your teeth - completely unaware of the admiring eyes on you.

Eventually, a voice sounds from the other side of the phone and Bucky explains the situation, rambling off the information they need to find you. With a quick thank you, the call is over and you’re left with nothing but time to waste.

Your eyes follow the man before you as he approaches the far wall, sliding down it till he’s sat with one leg stretched out, the other bent at the knee where he rests his elbow.

“It’s alright, doll. You can sit down, it won’t break anything” He cocks his head to side, eyeing up your hesitant features.

You choose to trust him; after all, he is the one best qualified to know what will and won’t make this obnoxiously small lift crash to the ground.

Letting yourself drop to the floor, you sit with your knees up due to the lack of space to stretch your legs. Bucky is right in front of you, the tight squeeze seemingly not bothering him.

“Great day to be late, huh” You scoff lightly.

“Yeah well, at least we’re together”

A laugh escapes you, drawing a confused expression from your neighbour. “Let’s not pretend as though you need me here. If it weren’t for me you’d probably be climbing outta this thing”

“You overestimate my abilities, sweets. I’m no spider-man” He replies. Those damn pet names make you blush every time.

“You know,” you tilt your head a little to the left, “I can’t think of anyone who still uses ‘doll’ or ‘sweets’ aside from you”

You swear there’s a glint in Bucky’s eye when he replies, “Do you blush when someone calls you ‘baby’ as much as you do when I call you ‘doll’?”

Thinking for a moment, you shyly shake your head in response; he raises his brows at you, as though your answer proves his point. You wonder if he’s old fashioned in other ways. If he’s one to buy his girl flowers or open a car door for them. Maybe he’s just as polite in bed, though you find yourself disappointed at the thought. God, you need to stop thinking of him like that, no matter how hot he would look between your-

“You seeing that fella from last week again?”

Bucky’s question brings you out of your day dreams and you’re surprised by it, unaware he had any interest in your love life.

“Peter?” He nods. “No, I don’t think so. We weren’t really one the same page, if that makes sense”

“How so?”

You shrug slightly, “He’s fresh out of college and looking for a fuck buddy, not a genuine relationship.” You look away from Bucky as you continue. “And even if I wanted that, he’s hardly mature enough to know what he’s doing”

With your gaze settled on your hands, you miss the way Bucky starts biting his lip as he wonders what type of man would fulfil your needs. He shakes his head clear of those thoughts, not wanting to make a fool of himself.

“What about you? Haven’t heard any visitors at yours for a little while” You comment, hoping he doesn’t think you’ve been spying on him.

He lets out a dry laugh, “Lets just say I prefer my nights off with a beer and listening to you play the piano.”

“Oh god, you hear that?” You cover your face with your hands when he nods. “I hope I don’t disturb you. I didn’t think it-“

“It’s fine, doll,” he nudges your thigh with his boot, “I like it”

Your cheeks burn yet again as you drop your hands. “You do?”

“How could I not? You play beautifully. I’ve thought of slipping a request under your door but I didn’t wanna be the creep next door”

You giggle, “You couldn’t be creepy if you tried, Barnes”

“In that case, you should know my cat loves your music too”

With a gasp, you lean closer to Bucky till you’re sat cross legged barely a foot away from him. “James Barnes, the firefighter, has a cat!?”

You revel in his hearty laugh, eyes dancing across his face. From the crinkles at the corners of his eyes to the deep smile lines framing his mouth, you can’t help but be drawn to his beauty.

He sobers up. “Her name’s Alpine.” He says, “She was left at the firehouse a couple of years ago so I took her home with me. She’s probably the only thing that loves your music more than me”

A grin tugs at your lips as you enjoy the thought of your neighbour cuddled up with a little cat.

“If we make it outta here alive, I wanna meet her”

“We’ll be fine, doll. The crew’ll be here any minute now”

You hum and silence consumes the air once more. The soft dim glow of the overhead lights falls gracefully on your features and Bucky can’t pull his eyes away. He knows you’re not too fond of the situation you’re both in and yet he can’t help but thank whatever beings made this happen; to finally have an excuse to talk to you longer than your usual small talk, to tell you how much he’s in awe your piano playing.

He’s not ready to tell you that he’s rather in awe of you, too. Maybe next time you’re stuck in a lift together.

With the silence so heavy on your ears, your mind drifts to the reason you’re here in the first place. The reason he is here.

The nightmares.

You know he hasn’t slept properly in weeks; the dark circles beneath his eyes are just a glimpse of his exhaustion. And as much as you’re scared of pushing him away, the weight on your chest is growing too heavy to bear.

“I know you’re having nightmares again.”

Bucky stills.

“Those screams, James, I-“

“It’s nothing” He cuts you off with stern words. Your brows pull together, eyes laced with worry.

“It doesn’t sound like nothing. I thought they got better.“

His head falls back against the wall behind him, “Well you thought wrong.”

You curse yourself beneath your breath as you run your hands through your hair, searching for the right thing to say.

“I’m worried about you, James.” You breathe, eyes fluttering shut. You’re scared that if you look at him, you’ll cave in and promise to never ask about it again. “I get that i’m just your neighbour but I can’t keep acting like I can’t see there’s something wrong.“

“There is nothing wrong!” Bucky’s tone is sharp, not quite shouting but no longer calm.

Your eyes snap open, training on the clench of his jaw, the sole hint of any emotion on his face.

“I’m dealing with it. So you need to stop acting like you know me because you don’t.”

And there it goes. The worry in your chest morphs into regret. Regret for bringing it up, regret for thinking you could help, regret for hearing his screams in the first place.

“Okay”

Bucky hates how timid your voice is, barely loud enough over the ringing of his own heartbeat. That and the voice in his head telling him he’s a piece of shit. He wishes he could take it all back but he doesn’t know how to, so he decides that silence is better than opening his damn mouth and making things worse.

The pair of you sit there in silence, one that’s far less comfortable than before, and stare at the ceiling, waiting for help to arrive.

When it does, you count your lucky stars that the lift stopped just at the doors to the second floor. Bucky helps the crew pull the doors open enough for you both to climb through. You feel his blue eyes on you as you wait for them to stabilise the lift, avoiding his gaze at all costs.

“Okay, Ma’am,” One of the firefighters calls, the name ‘Rogers’ written on his jacket, “we need you guys to climb up here and we’ll pull you out.”

Your eyes widen at the thought of pulling yourself up there, suddenly very aware of your frankly appalling upper body strength.

Rogers catches the hesitation on your face. “Don’t worry, Buck will help you up so you can get out first”

Turning to look at your neighbour, you lock eyes for the first time in ten minutes. His lips are turned into an awkward half smile, changing his entire demeanour from one of a brooding firefighter to a sheepish kid.

You don’t know how long the pair of you stand there staring at each other, but it’s long enough for Roger’s to clear his throat in attempt to regain your attention.

Bucky steps closer to you while the crew get ready above you. “You okay with this, doll?”

You nod, “As long as this thing doesn’t fall while i’m half way through and snap my body in half, i’m good”

That heartwarming laugh fills your ears and the firefighter shakes his head in amusement. At least he doesn’t hate you enough to leave you to get out on your own.

“Well lucky for you, that ain’t gonna happen”

You roll your bottom lip between your teeth. “Okay, how is this gonna work?”

Bucky moves to stand below the gap, facing you. He lowers himself down to one knee before reaching for your hand.

His skin is warm but rough, gentle but strong as he pulls you closer to him. The unexpected tug on your hand sends you tumbling toward him, your right hand bracing yourself on his shoulder to regain your balance while his free hand lands on your hip.

You mumble an apology, flustered at the intense heat beneath his hands and the way Bucky is looking up at you.

“You good?” He asks, voice dripping with awe, though you’re oblivious to the admiration, still plagued by the way he shut you down earlier.

When you nod, Bucky removes his hand from your hip and taps his knee. “You’re gonna step on my knee, then on my shoulder and you then should be close enough for Steve to grab you and pull you out”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you” You admit, nervous at the thought of letting Bucky take your body weight on his shoulders.

He looks up at you through his lashes “Do you trust me, sweets?”

“Yes” You reply, not even having to think about it. There may be some walls between you, but you know he’s on the other side, waiting.

“Good, then get up here”

Bucky shouts up to the crew that he’s giving you a boost now and after hearing them shout back that they’re ready, you place your foot on Bucky’s knee and push yourself up.

“Don’t drop me” You warn, reaching up to the gap in preparation.

“Wouldn’t dream of it”

And with that, you climb onto your neighbours shoulders and stretch up for Steve to grab your hands.

Along with Bucky pushing your feet up, Steve pulls you out and you slide through the gap until you’re free of that god forsaken elevator.

“Well thank fuck for that” You groan, spread across the floor on your back, making the crew laugh.

You barely have time to recover before Bucky is stood above you, having lugged himself out with ease.

“Guess you won’t be forgetting to set your alarm again, ay?”

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“Well, thanks, I guess,” EJ ducked his head. “Even though auditions really were a bust, you have to admit that. I’ve still got a lot to learn. For example, singing a line from the show beforehand should be left to Miss Jenn and Miss Jenn only.”

Carlos laughed. “I have to admit, the vocals were a four. But the sentiment was a solid ten.”

or, when EJ is stressed about the responsibility of directing the show, Carlos has some advice for him. Set during 303.

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red1culous · 11 months

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Comme Ci Comme Ça.

Steve sits in the bustling cafeteria tapping his fingers on the brim of his coffee cup. He felt tense, twitchy, like he just wanted to get out of there as fast as he could. His restlessness had nothing to do with the 3 cups of coffee he had inhaled.

“She does have childbearing hips” you whisper nudging him with your elbow.

“Y/N!” He groans aloud before shushing you for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning. “She’s gonna hear you!” he shout whispers hiding his face in his hands. You see the tips of his ears turn crimson red and you chuckle inwardly.

“Isn’t that the point? I mean if we left it to you nothing would happen” you say as you take a sip of coffee from your mug. He groans one more time sinking into his seat attempting to make himself as small as possible. “Or I could just go over there…” you say while making to get up before he grabs your elbow and pulls you harshly back down into your chair. He wraps his arm around yours to ensure you don’t go anywhere.

“Don’t you dare!” he says through gritted teeth. You laugh at how red his face his.

Just then Natasha walks by and stops in front of your table. She quirks an eyebrow seeing Steve almost wrapping himself around you. Slowly she puts her tray of food on the table and slides into the seat opposite you. You smile at her and she returns it warmly before focusing her attention on her breakfast.

After a moment or two she clears her throat. “Steven” she says and his posture goes straight as a rod. She pauses for emphasis before continuing. “Mind telling me why you’re holding my girlfriend” she points with her knife, “like that?”

“I uh I—“ he stutters as he untangles his arm from yours in haste. Natasha continues to cooly spread butter on her toast as if she didn’t (most definitely) threaten to scalp him with it a few minutes ago.

“Baby don’t be mean” you interject taking pity on Rogers who was still tripping over his words. You were worried he might bite his tongue off and lose the ability to speak. “I was helping matchmake ol’ Steven here with Stella over there.”

Natasha follows your gaze turning her head and neck to look behind her. “Stella?” she asks confused looking back at you.

You hum. “Mmm the one with the blue pencil skirt.”

Natasha looks again this time twisting her entire body to face Stella. This time she’s met with Stella’s staring right back at her. Nat gives a small wave which Stella awkwardly returns. She swallows before facing you and Steve a knowing look on her face.

“Oh Stella with the hips?” she asks taking another bite of her toast. Steve groans again and drops his head onto the table with a thud.

“That’s the one” you chuckle and steal a large crumb that had fallen onto her plate.

“She’s cute” Natasha says.

You nudge Steve again. “Told you she was cute.”

Nat clears her throat and you give her a wistful look.

“Nothing compared to you of course” you quickly add. She hums and you chuckle in amusement. You take her hand from across the table and lightly kiss her knuckles.

A rousing chorus of laughter erupts from the table next to yours and your attention is pulled to a surprise birthday celebration.

Natasha dabs her lips with her napkin. “Steven” she says, “are you expecting an alien attack or some dangerous criminal to come bearing down on you?”

He starts. “Huh? What?”

She shrugs. “Why are you so tense? It’s as though you’re waiting for something bad to happen.”

He rolls his shoulders and lets out a long sigh. “I’m fine, really.”

“Look,” you offer. “Let me go over there and tell her you like her and want her number.”

“NO!” he says a little too loudly catching Stella’s attention. She quickly averts her eyes when she catches his eyes on her. “She might not even be into me.”

Nat snorts. “I sincerely doubt that” she says as she gets up from her seat to approach Stella.

The end.

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red1culous · 5 months

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Hurricane

The curtains were parted and the room dimly lit by the moonlight. She had just returned from a 3 week mission and in her hurry to be with you, neither of you paid too much attention to how the draperies were haphazardly closed.

“You know,” you say through ragged breaths, “you should probably get some rest first.”

“You’re right. I should probably get some sleep.”

“Sex after the kind of mission you were on is rarely a good idea” you say as your fingers deftly continue working on the buttons of her shirt.

“Rarely,” she agrees with you just before crashing her lips to yours. She kisses you roughly as you hungrily thrust your tongue into her mouth.

That was last night. Or a few hours ago. This time you wake to tousled sheets and clothes strewn everywhere. Blinking the sleep from your eyes you focus on the figure laying beside you. Naked and in all her glory a smirk plays on your lips.

She wouldn’t mind, would she.

You lick the place where her neck meets her shoulder and bite down gently. She moans under you and you feel her hips tremble slightly. Smiling against her you smooth your tongue over her red skin and she hums her approval, the vibrations you feel sending a flood of delight right to your core. Her eyes are closed and she clutches the bedsheets between her fingers.

“Good morning, my love” you say as one hand travels to grope at her chest. Her back arches in response and you feel her nipple pebble at the onslaught. She eases her eyes open to find yours fixed on hers, almost glowing with desire.

“Mmm” she moans faintly before closing her eyes once again.

You pull away from her halting all movement and resting your weight on one elbow. She moans again feeling herself winding up tighter and tighter, the tension mounting.

“Are you ok?” you say avoiding her lips as she chases yours.

“I’m fine.” She lies pulling you by the chin to connect your lips. In truth she was battling a migraine. Not a bad one just a persistent throbbing that travelled from behind her eyes to the top of her temples.

You pull away once more.

“No you’re not” you say putting some distance between the two of you. She slings an arm over her eyes.

“You’re not ok. Tell me what’s wrong” you question moving some of your weight off of her and using whatever light what available to inspect her features. “Did I hurt you?”

“I have a migraine.” She mumbles. “I’m sorry.” She quickly adds.

“Babe don’t apologise.” You climb off her and go to fetch a glass of water and some Advil from the bathroom. “Please take this” you say climbing gently back onto the bed holding the medicine out to her.

“I’ll take it as soon as the room stops spinning” she groans unmoving.

“Right we’re never having sex again” you chuckle as you lean over her to place the glass of water and migraine pills on the bedside table.

“Idiot” she snorts. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it”

You hum in understanding. “What can I do to help?”

“Nothing” she answers quietly.

“Do you want me to draw the curtains closed tighter?” You ask shifting to move off the bed again.

“No...” She stops you with a hand on your wrist. “Just stay there. The bed shaking isn’t helping much.”

“Ok. Sorry.” This time it’s you who apologises. You realise the awkward position you’re sitting in but you’re resolved to not move a muscle for her sake.

Her hand finds yours and she blindly interlocks her fingers with yours.

“I just need some sleep and then we can have sex again.”

“Babe that’s not what I—“ you quickly say before she cuts you off with a soft chuckle.

Underneath the arm slung over her face you see the side of her lip curl up into a smile.

“Asshole.” You whisper.

“Stay with me?” her voice is soft and almost inaudible.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else” you answer giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

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Clarity part 1

You don’t know how you knew it was her. You hear the door swing open followed by the ding of the bell that hangs above it. The next sound is unique. Deliberate and controlled steps that tread softly as if trying to not leave any footsteps. Of course it was her.

“Hi, Y/N? It’s Natasha.”

“Hi” you reply, “I thought that was you.”

“Oh!” she says sounding surprised. “I was waiting inside and saw you standing out here…” her voice drifts off. “Clint told me to look for someone who looked like a spy” she laughs, “and since you have the sunglasses on I knew it had to be you.”

You laugh awkwardly and wonder how much Clint has actually told her about you.

“Shall we head inside?” she asks and you nod.

“Alright” she adds guiding you in with a hand lightly against the small of your back. “I hope you don’t mind I took the liberty of ordering us wine.”

“Of course not” you quickly answer as she leads you in a dizzying pattern of lefts and rights until she stops and you feel the absence of her guiding hand behind you. The sound of a chair scraping across the floor tells you she’s pulled your chair away waiting for you to sit down.

“Thank you” you blush before continuing softly, “so chivalrous”.

Of course she hears you.

“Hardly” she answers with a chuckle.

“I don’t go on many dates so…” you cough nervously.

“And why’s that?” she asks.

You raise an eyebrow at her. Maybe Clint didn’t tell…

Well this was going to be interesting, you think to yourself.

“Well..” you take a deep breath and brace for impact, “not many people want to go out on date with a blind person.”

You remove the glasses from your face and smile imagining her face contort as a million and one emotions dance across it.

“Really puts a spin on the whole blind date thing, doesn’t it?” you smile a little.

You hear her swallow.

That’s one of the upsides of being blind. God seems to compensate the loss of one sense by increasing the others. For you, your sense of smell and sound is heightened.

Clint used to joke that you were like a blind hound dog on steroids. But you didn’t want to think about Clint right now. Right now you wanted to save Natasha the embarrassment. She seemed nice enough. She seems like she really didn't know.

What a shame. She really does sound nice.

You sigh softly. “I should just go” you say breaking the silence.

You realise if you leave now you could tell anyone who might care to ask that your date just stood you up. Leaving early seemed like the best option, far better than having to sit through an awkward dinner with someone who didn’t want to be there.

“No!” Natasha finally manages reaching forward and taking hold of one of your hands. She stops you from leaving so you drop back down the inch or so into your seat.

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red1culous · 9 months

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Glass Castle

Rolling onto your side you groan curling up into a fetal position. It seemed the best one to relieve the stabbing pain in your stomach. Once the worst wave of pain passed you wiped the tears from your eyes and grab the remote control deciding to distract yourself with something, anything on the telly.

Water and medication would have been beneficial but you had no energy and the thought of getting up sounded like a form of medieval torture. Part of you wished you could call someone for help. If only your phone wasn’t out of charge. A self berating wave of self pity washes over you as you finally fall asleep, rigid and spent.

You were so out of it you barely hear the front door opening 22 minutes later.

“Y/N? Y/N?” Her voice filters through the fog of your brain. Your eyes flicker open but they feel heavy, like lead. The lights are bright forcing your eyes closed. You will them open again and a blur of dark blue and red hair move in front of you. You feel yourself being shifted. A light shines in your eyes.

“Nat?” you groan when a light sting spreads across your cheek.

“C’mon now you need to drink some water” she says leaning over you helping you get upright.

The minute her hands are on you, you remember you hadn’t showered in days and probably looked like death personified.

“You shouldn’t be here. You could get infected” you try but fail to hide the numb, somnolent panic to your plea.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she says calmly, staring her determination into you. Her green eyes blazed, indomitable, and she was never more beautiful than she was right then.

She hands you a glass of coconut water. “Drink” she instructs.

You gladly accept it taking a generous gulp. A little trickles down your chin and you quickly wipe it with the sleeve of your shirt. You notice that your clothes aren’t stiff with your own crusty dried vomit. The realisation hits you like a tonne of bricks when you look down and see yourself in a fresh set of joggers and matching tee.

“You changed me?” you ask.

“Yes.” She nods as your face turns a beet red. “I also gave you a sponge bath well because…” she trails off before quickly adding, “Why? Self conscious?”

“Urgh,” you groan loudly and she chuckles. “Only that I shit myself and was covered in vomit. Not exactly how I pictured you seeing me for the first time, you know?”

“You pictured that huh?” she asks smirking.

You screw your eyes shut and wrinkle your nose realising that you had just exposed one of your deepest secrets to her.

“You’re not a good person, picking on a dying person” you say your eyes still closed.

She starts to laugh and you feel the whole bed shake with her. “You’re not dying. And I never said I was a good person” she says enjoying herself.

This makes you look at her. And once you do you’re trapped by the foliant blaze of her green eyes. She doesn’t look away. You watch each other. Her eyes were softer, far softer than you had ever remembered them.

She then pushes a lock of hair behind her ear with her thumb and forefinger. You find that you liked the hard-edged cleverness of her conversation, and the easy way she held your eyes until the precise moment when it stopped being comfortable, like right now, and then smiles, softening the assail, but never looking away.

She knew. She had to know.

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