#somewhere in romania series

[voicesknewmyghosts]

Safe Place Part 2

Thank you for all of the love on the first part of this story, it was definitely unexpected but i am incredibly grateful. Thank you all x

It’s been a week since you arrived in Romania to support your overworked and exhausted girlfriend, Jenna, while she filmed Wednesday. Being with her the last week has shown you just how much pressure has been placed on her young shoulders to make this series as perfect as possible, with a tough act to follow in the form of Christina Ricci’s portrayal of Wednesday years before. 

You’ve done everything you can to support her. You’ve stayed up until she got home - often very late at night - and made sure she had a cooked meal to eat whenever she was ready. You’d draw her a bath and would either sit on the side and help relax her as you gently washed her tired body, or you’d join her in the water and have her lean back against you, letting her sleep for however long she needed to. You’d make sure she called her Mom and Dad because that always made her feel so much better, and you’d always make sure you got up with her at the crack of dawn so you could make her a big breakfast and pack her a good lunch to take with her to work. 

You were her rock; her anchor; her own little place in the world to escape to and be nurtured. Jenna works so incredibly hard to be the best actress she can be; it’s only fair she has a partner that works just as hard to be somewhere she can relax and let the weight of the world slip off her shoulders. 

-

Since you’ve been here, you haven’t actually met anyone besides Jenna and her security guards. You’ve heard wonderful stories about her cast mates; particularly about Hunter and Georgie and their antics; and about Emma and how sweet and funny she is; as well as Gwendoline, someone that was able to take on a nurturing role for Jenna while you weren’t there, for which you are forever grateful for knowing how much it helped her to have someone to talk to. 

But they’ve all just been too busy to have time to hangout outside of work; but, tonight, finally, you’re getting to meet them all at a game night Georgie is hosting in his apartment. 

You’re excited, of course, but you can’t help the nerves hitting you as you think of how much these people love Jenna; you just hope you’re able to impress them. 

But what you don’t know is that the whole cast has already been highly impressed by you without even meeting you. They’ve noticed how happy Jenna seems since you arrived, how light and cheerful she seems now that she gets to go home to her safe place. They’ve noticed how her shoulders sag less and her smile seems genuine once again, like it was before the pressure of Wednesday caught up to her. 

They already love you, and they’re all so excited to finally meet the person that makes Jenna as happy as you do. 

-

Jenna finishes work at a reasonable time ahead of the first weekend she’s had off in weeks. You are waiting for her, arms open ready to give her a hug when she walks in the door. You haven’t cooked dinner for you both, knowing Georgie has gotten pizza ready for you all, so instead you’re focusing on giving Jenna the hug she will no doubt be desperate for after a long day. 

Just like clockwork, Jenna pushes open the door and immediately crashes into your embrace. Her arms wrap around your waist, her head buries itself into your neck, and you wrap her up in a strong hug. You can feel the tension she’s been carrying all day slowly begin to fall away as she relaxes into you, but you can still feel some tension in her muscles. You glance at your watch and make a decision knowing you have another hour before you have to get to Georgie’s. 

“Babygirl why don’t you meet me in the bathroom, let’s get you relaxed before tonight.”

She nods before reluctantly pulling away to move to the bathroom, but not until she’s pulled your head down to meet hers so she can give you a long, deep kiss. 

You can see in Jenna’s eyes just how tired she is, so you give her a quick peck on the top of her head before telling her to go with a quick swat to her ass, laughing at the smirk on your girl’s face as she walks away. 

You gather the things you need before joining Jenna in the bathroom where she’s already started running the bath. You place the things down on the side before you stand in front of her, pulling her into a soft kiss. 

Slowly, you begin to undress her, starting with her shirt and her bra, laying kisses on the skin you uncover. You hear her take a sharp breath in as you kneel down in front of her, placing feather light kisses just above her belt. You undo the buttons to her pants and unzip, pulling the garment down her legs easily. Teasingly you drag your tongue down her tummy, ending in a kiss just above her clit. 

“Later, my love.” You promise, looking up at her when she grabs your hair, trying to keep you from moving. Her whine is the cutest thing you’ve ever heard, and it takes all of your willpower not to pick her up and drop her onto the bed and devour her for the rest of the night. 

You get a hold of yourself, just - but you can’t get rid of the uncomfortable wetness that coats your thighs, and neither can Jenna, by the looks of it. 

You smirk before standing up, checking the water temperature. Deeming it acceptable, you help Jenna into the tub, sitting yourself on the side as you start to pour some muscle soak in as Jenna relaxes back. 

You see the tension melt from her face as the water soaks her tired muscles. You can’t help the smile that breaks out on your lips as you see how calm she looks; it makes you feel so good knowing you can help her unwind like this. 

Gently, you soak her hair and untangle the knots before you rub shampoo in. You take your time doing this; watching as Jenna’s eyes drift closed as you massage her scalp. 

Once her hair is washed, you begin to massage her body, making sure to target her shoulders and legs, knowing they take the brunt of the stunts she does during the day. 

You’re pretty certain by the time you’re finished that your girlfriend is fast asleep, so, trying not to disturb her, you bundle her up into a towel and carry her bridal style into your bedroom before quickly cleaning up the bathroom. 

By the time you’re back, she’s gotten herself into a sitting position waiting for you with open arms, the look on her face telling you the hug is non-negotiable. 

You climb onto the bed, falling into a comfortable position curled up on top of Jenna, your head on her chest, her arms wrapped protectively around you. You feel a light kiss pressed to the shell of your ear, sending shivers running down your spine. 

“Thank you for taking care of me.” Her voice is only a whisper, so quiet you have to strain to be able to hear it, but you do hear it, and the sincerity behind it brings you almost to tears. 

Turning to look at her, you say: “Always, my love. I will always take care of you.”

-

You hear the music blasting from the apartment before you even get into the building. You’ve scrubbed up nice, letting Jenna help you dress into something formal but casual, something you’re comfortable in. She’s always the best when it comes to helping you dress up for occasions; you trust her opinion over your own when it comes to clothes; since you’ve never been one in tune with fashion. 

You walk hand in hand up to Georgie’s apartment. The nerves are definitely getting stronger the closer you get, but a reassuring squeeze of your hand from your girlfriend helps keep them at bay. You share a smile before she reaches out and knocks on the door, the answer coming in less than three seconds, surprising you both. 

“Jenna! Y/N!” It’s Georgie; already a little drunk, he reaches forward and envelopes Jenna in a tight hug, catching her off guard but making her laugh as she returns the embrace. Then, he reaches for you, grabbing you in his strong arms and holding you close. 

“I have been so excited to meet you!” He all but yells into your ear, taking you by the shoulders and looking into your eyes. You can’t help but giggle at his antics; you’ve only ever heard good things about Georgie, so you were very excited to finally meet him and get to know him.

You follow Jenna and Georgie into the apartment, quickly having your senses overloaded by the loud cheers as the others see you and Jenna. 

A pair of surprisingly strong arms wrap you in a tight hug, and when the person finally pulls away you are greeted with none other than Emma Myers, who is shooting you the world’s biggest smile. 

“I can’t believe I finally get to meet you!” She exclaims, “Jenna has spent months telling us all about you, I'm so glad she’s found someone that cares about her as much as you clearly do.” 

When Emma moves away after talking with you for a little while, Hunter takes her place, followed by Joy, Johanna and finally Gwendoline. 

It’s a bit overwhelming to have so many people so excited to see you, but you soon become comfortable as Georgie hands you your first drink of the night. 

-

Soon, the beer and wine are flowing and you haven’t had as much fun as this before, you’re sure of it. You’ve successfully beaten both Hunter and Jenna at Mario Kart - much to the delight of Georgie who erupted in laughter at the playful scowl on your girlfriend’s face - but they soon got their revenge when they completely show you up at Uno. 

You spend the whole night talking and laughing and getting to know the people who have had Jenna’s back since filming started. 

It makes you so happy to see Jenna finally letting go of work for the evening and letting herself have fun. Seeing her smile and hearing her angelic laugh fills a void you didn’t realise existed until you saw just how carefree she can be when taken away from the stress of this job. 

As you sit next to her, arm wrapped around her shoulders, her head leaning on you; you just realise how thankful you are to have such a wonderful person as your partner. 

And, as you laugh with Emma at one of Hunter’s jokes, you are very grateful for the fact she has such wonderful people in her life. 

Looking down at your girl, you give her a soft kiss, drowning in her dark brown eyes as she stares up at you, her lips pulled into a cute smile. 

You just wish everyday could be spent like this.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega fanfic #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you

[bethdutten]

Wouldn’t Dare to Hope

summary: After your night with Bucky in Italy, it takes another four months before you, Steve and Sam find him in Romania. By then, it’s clear you fucked up.

words: 4.1k

a/n: ok I might do a part 4 because... well you’ll see I just think I need a short epilogue to this series lmao ugh someone hold Bucky and make him better and let it be me

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

There he was. Standing a few feet from you, eyes darting from you and Steve to the door, but he looked more scared than hostile. Apprehensive, at best.

Steve held out a hand, eyes on Bucky. “Do you know who I am?”

Bucky blinked. “You’re Steve.”

That pulled a small smile from Steve, and he nodded. “Yeah, Buck. That’s good.”

You watched his eyes flicker to you, brows furrowing. You suddenly felt sick, stomach churning as his gaze seemed to hold no type of recognition while he studied you. You swallowed. “Do you know you I am?”

He was thinking, breath coming out a little heavier, like he was panicked for not knowing the answer right away. Finally he shook his head.

“No.”

You have two seconds to turn away from Steve and to the sink in the small kitchen before you threw up.

Everything got a bit fuzzy after that, the crackle in the comms making you wince.

“Sam! Get her out of here! I’ve got Bucky!”

The sun was blinding, and your head was throbbing. There were gunshots somewhere, but you couldn’t place what was up and what was down, gasping when a pair of arms scooped you up and suddenly jostled you, holding you close.

“Just me, I’m gonna get you somewhere safe.” Sam. Safe. You shut your eyes, and waited until you were safe. Somewhere safe didn’t seem to exist anymore.

—-

It felt like only minutes later when you were yanked out of sleep, the sound of zippers filling the hotel room. You looked over and saw Steve, a sheepish look on his face.

“Sorry. We gotta get out of here ASAP. Are you feeling good enough to walk, or do you need me to take you?”

You groaned, getting to your feet and only feeling slightly dizzy. You stood and were happy to find your stomach settled, at least for now. “I’m good.”

Steve gave you a glance, swinging his bag over his shoulder. “Okay. Flu, or something? We should get you to a doctor when we get back.”

You nodded, throwing what little you brought into your own bag. “Yeah, probably just caught a bug. Sorry for fucking things up back there. Where to next?”

He looked at you over his shoulder, tapping in a number to his phone and pressing it to his ear. “We got him. We’re going home.”

—-

The jet ride home was surreal. You were across from Bucky, and couldn’t stop looking at him. It had been four months since Italy… he’d filled out even more, hair a bit longer. But he seemed almost timid, in a way he wasn’t before. Less Soldier, more… man who was just realizing he used to be a person before all that. And he could be a person again, now.

But he kept his right hand close to a gun, and you bet it took a hell of a lot of convincing and fighting for Steve and Sam to get him here.

And every once in awhile, his vigilant surveying of the jet landed on you, and every single time, it broke you to see his eyes completely move past you without a hint of recognition. Something must have happened between the time you last saw him and now. In some ways, he was doing a lot better—he was clearly eating, his hair was clean, clothes well taken care of. But he barely remembered Steve as a person he was supposed to know, and didn’t remember you at all.

Steve was watching you watch Bucky, and you hoped he just thought you were making sure he didn’t attack Sam while he was flying or going to lunge at Steve with a knife or something. You doubted it, though. He was too observant, and it was making you wish you weren’t around your best friends as your heart broke into a million pieces.

You were suddenly overwhelmed with a wave of longing as you thought back to what he had said in Italy, right before he left:

“Listen… if I forget. If I go back to… him…” Bucky met your eyes, a shadow of pain in them even having to do this. “If I can’t come back to you… you have to know how much this meant to me. How much you mean to me. What you did in New York, and last night—I don’t think anyone else would have cared about me, trusted me like you do. I don’t deserve it, but I’m going to do everything I possibly can not to forget it.”

Your worst fear. Sitting right across from you.

You jumped up from your seat, reaching the bathroom at the back of the jet just in time to vomit the small amount of food you’d forced yourself to eat that morning.

—-

Steve made you head straight to medical while he took care of Bucky, but you already knew what was wrong.

You felt numb, but also like all the suffering in the entire world was being shoved into your chest and held down so it couldn’t escape until you ripped this thing out. Then the reality of the situation set in, and you hoped you stayed numb for awhile.

When Dr. Cho confirmed that you were pregnant, she asked if you’d like to inform anyone else on the team. What she really meant was, ‘Is there anyone you’d like to personally explain the reason why you’d be pulled from missions for awhile or just wait until they eventually figured out’.

An hour later and Steve was walking into the room you’d been in, looking so concerned you’d think he was expecting you to be dying or something. Well. Right now, you felt like that might be a better scenario.

“What’s wrong? It’s not just the flu, is it? I shouldn’t have let you go out in the field, I--”

“I’m pregnant.”

He stopped, and you could practically hear the wheels turning in his head trying to figure out the best response. Finally he swallowed, approaching you like one would a wild deer they didn’t want to spook, taking both your hands in his. “How do you... how do you feel about this?”

You broke down. 

Steve held you while you wept for what felt like hours, the racks of tears unable to stop. You eventually slowed down to pathetic little sobs, and you just wanted to disappear, to be in any situation except this one. There was no good outcome to this. There couldn’t be.

Rubbing your back soothingly, Steve rested his cheek on the top of your head, his body completely engulfing yours like he thought if he could physically shield you from the world, he could keep all the other bad stuff away.

“Is this how I’m going to be for the next five months?” you managed to get out, voice still hitching. Everything hurt. Everything.

“You’re not alone, you know,” he murmured, squeezing you just a bit tighter when you sucked in a shaky breath. “If... if the father doesn’t want to be around, you’ve got a whole team that would die for this kid.”

And that-- that just made your heart wrench, a choked sob coming out as you started crying again. “That’s just fucking it, Steve. He is around, he just doesn’t know who he is enough to be a dad even if he wanted to.”

You felt Steve freeze, body tense as he slowly pulled you away from his chest enough to meet your eyes. “What do you mean, ‘he is around but doesn’t know who he is’.”

Steve already knew the answer-- he just also knew it was an impossible answer so he needed to hear you say it before he even let his brain think it.

You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. Once you said this, you couldn’t run away anymore. 

“It’s Bucky.”

You watching the pieces fall into place for Steve; why you were so adamant on searching for Bucky with him, the confusing obsession you had with making sure there wasn’t a single stone unturned until you found him, the way you’d reacted when Bucky didn’t know who you were. 

“I don’t understand. How... how did this happen? When did you-- how did he--”

“After the helicarrier,” you whispered, knowing you were about to get your ass handed to you for not tell Steve sooner, “He was at my place when I got home from the hospital. I don’t know why. He didn’t have anywhere else to go, Steve, and I wasn’t just about to turn him it—“

“He could have killed you,” Steve cut you off, but his voice was surprisingly calm, in a way that kind of scared you more than if he was yelling. “He just about killed me. You couldn’t have known how stable he was, he was still the Winter Soldier.”

You nodded, feeling tears filling your eyes again. God damn it. “But I just kept thinking… he’s your best friend, somewhere in there. He’s your Bucky, and he didn’t hurt me, that entire week—“

“A week?” Steve interjected, eyes going dark but his voice remaining steady. Now you were really freaked out.

Shoving your face into Steve’s chest, you felt the wetness soaking into his shirt, but he didn’t loosen his hold on you. If anything, his embrace got a bit tighter.

“He was just starting to show these little flashes of what I think he used to be, what he could be if all that programming Hydra did disappeared. We kissed, but… then he left. Said he knew we’d find him, but he wasn’t going to make it easy.”

You felt Steve let out a large sigh, and you wondered what he was thinking. You were clearly alive, so even if it was stupid and irresponsible letting Bucky stay with you, it turned out okay.

“That still doesn’t explain how you’re pregnant with his baby.”

Ah.

You chewed on your lip, pulling out of Steve’s grasp and taking a seat on the bed. He stood with his arms crossed, giving you his best no-nonsense Captain look. Here’s where that calm and collected facade was going to snap.

“Those two days in Italy, between France and Germany. He was there, waited until you left then found me. I swear, Steve, I never intended for this to—“

“Fuck,” he breathed out, and you felt your bottom lip wobble, eyes rimmed with tears once again. 

“Now he’s here and he doesn’t know who I am. And I’m pregnant. And there’s no way this ends well for me, is there? I mean, fuck, I didn’t even think this was possible! It was one time! And he’s in his 90′s for Christ’s sake, not to mention the cyro--” You were practically hyperventilating at this point, hands shaking as you ran then through your hair.

Steve moved in and pulled you back into his arms, sighing in resignation. “Look, I’m pissed. And we’re going to have a serious talk about not doing dumb shit like that ever again. But… I want him back, too. And it’s already done, so— so we’re still going to be here for you. And I’m hopeful Buck can be, too.”

You sniffled, clutching on to Steve’s shirt. “He has to come back. I can’t do this without him. He promised… he wouldn’t forget.”

Steve held you until you couldn’t stand, then took you back to your room where you fell asleep and hoped you woke to a world where your Bucky remembered everything.

—-

You came back to your apartment, grateful for a reprieve from the team, and the former assassin who was currently being housed at the Tower. You took a long, hot shower, harshly scrubbing at your skin until you were as raw and broken as you felt on the inside. It didn’t wash away the pain, just made it more exposed.

Unfortunately, you knew you’d have to tell the team sooner or later, since Dr. Cho already put in the orders to Steve that you were forbidden on any missions (not that he would have allowed it, anyway). You called Natasha and Clint, the two most likely to hug you and not punch you after hearing you were carrying to child of a somewhat reformed killer that nobody even knew you had spoken to before now. 

“Oh my god!” Natasha squealed, squeezing you tightly before she pulled away, hands gripping your shoulders. “This is amazing. My first niece or nephew. Already I would die for this kid, okay?”

“Same,” Clint grinned from his perch on the chair opposite where Natasha was basically cradling you in her lap. “They’re gonna have a hell of a good life, that’s for sure. Congrats.”

You could help cracking a smile. “Yeah, I know that. How could they not when they have the best aunt and uncle in the world?”

Natasha was practically vibrating, going on about looking for a new place with two bedrooms and the best place to buy baby clothes and how to limit the amount of influence Tony may have before she paused, tilting her head.

“You don’t have to tell me, but... you haven’t been seeing anyone in quite a while, at least not that I know of. Is the father... in the picture?”

The question you were dreading, the one that already had tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t keep this from them. You let out a wet laugh, shaking your head and looking down at your lap. “Uh, yeah. It’s, um. It’s Bucky.”

It was silent, before Clint cleared his throat and leaned forward. “Bucky... like Bucky Barnes? Like Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes? Like the guy we just found a few days ago?”

“He’s not the Winter Soldier anymore,” you mumbled, like that made the situation better. Natasha was frozen, her arms slowly loosening around you.

“Full explanation. Now.”

You told them everything you told Steve, and neither of them had any judgemental glare or even an angry glint to their eye. Natasha sat quietly, watching you very carefully while Clint stared off at the wall to your left, nodding every once in awhile. 

“So... yeah. I, um. I don’t really know what to do. It’s a really fucked up situation but--”

“But we’re still going to be with you every step of the way,” Clint spoke up, meeting Natasha’s eyes before he looked back at you. “You’re not doing this alone, no matter what. We’re your family, and we’ll support you, always.”

You suddenly couldn’t see past the tears, and he was over beside Natasha in a second, the both of them wrapping their arms around you and holding you together, literally.

“Th-thank you,” you managed to get out, gripping on to both their arms. You still weren’t sure you could do this. But at least you could be unsure surrounded by your team.

---

You went to the Tower a week later, after there had been a mission everyone had been on except you. If that happened again, you’d be forced to tell them anyway, might as well get it over with.

Everyone was gathered in the kitchen, talking amongst themselves as the pizzas finished cooking while Tony tinkered around with some tiny AI that would replace the earpiece comms the team currently used, when Steve squeezed your hand and cleared his throat, waiting until everyone had their attention towards him.

“There’s some news everyone should know, since it’s going to affect us all pretty soon.” He looked down at you, urging you on. You nodded, letting out a shaky breath.

“I’m, um. I’m pregnant.”

There was a split second of silence, before the kitchen erupted in happy cheers, everyone who didn’t already know coming up to give you a hug. You somehow found a genuine smile on your face, laughing. “And no, it’s not Steve’s!” you added, giving a pointed look at Tony before he could even make a joke. 

After a minute the kitchen settled down, a few people circled around you talking about the new addition to the team, when you looked over and saw Bucky leaning in the doorway.

Your breath caught in your throat. He didn’t often join in with the team when they did things together, but you guessed food was an exception.

Your heart started beating quickly as he pushed off from the doorframe and slowly weaved his way through the bodies, stopping to slide a few slices of pizza on a plate before he walked past you.

“Congratulations,” he said softly, voice void of any real emotion, then he was gone. 

You swallowed, vision suddenly unfocused. That... that was not how you were imagining telling the father of your child he was going to be a dad. He had no idea. There was not even a slight memory, if that reaction was any indication. 

You went home and cried yourself to sleep that night.

---

Over the next two months, you kept to yourself at home, doing yoga with Nat and reading all the books you’d forgotten about and catching up on all the shows you’d been meaning to watch. You made at least four desserts a week for the team, and tried out a different recipe for supper every night.

You’d worked out a good enough argument with Steve for returning to the team after the baby was born-- yes, this life wasn’t exactly conducive for a child, but Nat and Clint were right; they would be the most protected kid in the country, and you were good enough at your job with enough superhero babysitters that you wouldn’t feel guilty about leaving for missions and never coming back. And maybe-- maybe one day they’ll have two parents to watch out for them.

Your belly was big enough now as you approached the third trimester that you were very obviously pregnant, and you only went out to the Tower a few time, afraid you’d run into Bucky. It didn’t sit right with you that you were carrying his child and he had no idea. But you knew every time you saw him, you’d just be tempted to tell him, to tell him it was his because you’d known him before and he had to come back to you, he promised he’d come back...

It was just easier to stay away.

Steve kept you updated on how he was doing; he was slowly remembering things from back when him and Steve were young, from the war. He was making progress, and there had yet to be an incident where any sign of the Winter Soldier showed up. 

“You saw the files. It took them almost a decade to erase all the memories completely. It’s going to take a long time to get that back, if we can. Every little thing is a good sign, though. If we can get back part of himself from back then, chances are he’ll remember the past year a lot easier.”

You knew that. And a selfish part of you didn’t care if he remembered any of his life before they made him into a brainwashed, subhuman killing machine-- you would be fine with him remembering when he broke free, after the helicarrier, when he met you. Then you felt guilty as hell for thinking that, and spiralled from there.

The young princess from Wakanda was apparently close to figuring out a way to permanently remove the activation words from his brain, so he would never turn into the Soldier again. Then, it was just getting the all-clear from the government so he wasn’t a war criminal anymore, which the federal prosecutor was already working on, and then Steve was hopeful he might join the team.

You couldn’t blame morning sickness on why that thought made you sick. What if you had to see him every day? Raise his child in front of his eyes with him never knowing? 

You shivered, going back to the red velvet cupcakes you were currently baking. You heard your phone ring from the living room, and you let out a low groan when the oven beeped at the exact same time. 

“Fuck,” you hissed, resting the bowl against your belly as you slipped on your oven mitt and pulled out the first batch of cupcakes. Your phone had stopped ringing for a moment, but now it was buzzing again, someone clearly very adamant about getting in touch with you. 

You placed the bowl precariously on top of two other bowls that needed to be cleaned, just realizing that your kitchen counter space was really lacking as you grabbed your phone and answered it without checking the name.

“Yeah?”

“Bucky is on his way. Tony told him to drop off your new prototype stealth suit to get you to test the fabric because if it was comfortable while pregnant than it was probably comfortable during a mission--anyway, I told him I’d do it but he said Bucky could do it, he wasn’t busy and nowBuckyisonhiswayoversorryItried--”

Natasha’s rushed warning was cut off by your doorbell, and you shut your eyes, willing yourself to anywhere but here. “Um. Ok. He’s here. Thanks for calling.”

You ended the call, steeling yourself as you headed towards the door. You had red icing on your white t-shirt and your jeans were still dirty from when you were in the garden and you might pass out when you see Bucky because all you want to do every time you see him is wrap your arms around him and hold him and--

You plastered on a relatively-normal smile, and opened the door.

“Hey, Bucky.”

Bucky looked up, and froze.

You awkwardly shifted, brows furrowed as you tried to read what was happening behind his eyes, but it looked like he wasn’t even here, he was--

He moved in and pressed a hand to the small of your back, the other coming up to cradle your head as he kissed you, hesitant and gently at first, until your brain came back online and you clutched at his back, deepening the kiss with a tilted of your head.

You distantly heard a thunk of something hitting the concrete steps, but you were too busy drinking in Bucky’s scent, the same somehow as it was in Italy, and the taste of his mouth as he devoured yours, and the feeling of his hands on your body, so gentle despite the bad they were forced to do.

You had to pull away to breath, and didn’t even realize your face was wet until the salty tears hit your lips. “Bucky, what--”

“This place. I came here, after I pulled Steve from the river...?” He started out so sure, but it ended up coming out as a question, one which you nodded too.

“Yeah, you stayed with me for a bit. I made sure you were okay, before--”

“Before I left. I had to keep you safe, weren’t safe with me around,” Bucky murmured, giving you another kiss, then another, peppering them along your cheeks and temple and jaw until your tilted your head back, moving down to your throat. “We found each other in Italy.”

Your eyes had drifted shut, positive this was a dream now. “Mhm. This you keeping your promise, Buck?”

You fully expected him not to know what that meant; but he pulled back and met your eyes, nodding. “I thought... something kept tugging at the back of my mind, with you. Like it was trying to remember, so hard.  But there were no clear memories, nothing to prove I knew you before now. But this house, you standing there-- it brought it all back.”

You smiled, laughing through tears that wouldn’t stop now. “I’m going to have to thank Tony. Not something I thought I’d ever say.”

Bucky grinned, and it was that same smile he gave you that first week, while you were cleaning guns side by side and he’d kissed you. This time, you kissed him, arms wrapped around his neck and pressing yourself as close to him as you could get. You pulled him backwards into the house, letting him kick the door closed and smiling against his lips.

When you pulled away, you saw him looking downward, and your heart stopped. Shit. You’d somehow fucking forgotten in the bliss of Bucky remembering you that there was another big thing he didn’t know.

He looked up, and you could tell he was doing the math in his head, tears forming in his eyes as he whispered, “Is it mine?”

You nodded, taking his left hand and placing it on top of your bump, your own hand rest on top. “I know, I didn’t think it was possible--I should have told you, before. But, I thought it would fuck with your recovery, something this big--”

He shook his head, cupping your face with his free hand and kissing you slow and deep, smooth as honey as his tongue licking into your mouth. He pulled away with a broken laugh. “I don’t deserve this. I knew I didn’t deserve you that first week, and I know I don’t deserve you giving me a family. Are you sure you want me...?”

You sighed, lacing your fingers together on your belly and kissing him gently. “I don’t know what’s going to happen, or how this is going to work with two parents being Avengers, but... just promise me you’ll try. Just don’t make me do this without you, Buck.”

He met your eyes, as stormy and broken as they were that first night but there was something else in them that wasn’t there before, than you saw a flash of in Italy, but that was clear as day now.

Hope.

“I promise. As long as you both will have me, I’m yours.”

“I’ll always want this, Buck,” you whispered, resting your forehead on his. “Whoever you were before, whoever you are now, whoever you’re going to be-- I want you.”

Suddenly you were in his arms, legs around his waist as he leaned up to kiss you, this time frantic and messy and with a growl that made arousal pool between your legs. “I think my memory of Italy is still a bit spotty... might have to show me again how we conceived this one.”

You moaned against his lips, a needy gasp at the back of your throat as he carried you to the bedroom (the layout of your home was clearly not forgotten) before he carefully laid you out on the bed. 

“Barnes, you are terrible.”

“Hey, I had my memory forceable taken from me for seven decades, give me a break.”

You pulled away from where you were sucking a mark onto his neck, ignoring his smirk. “Okay, you only get so many of those before it’s not funny anymore. Use them wisely.”

#phewww finally done #heheh #bucky #Bucky Barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #Bucky Barnes angst #bucky fic #james bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes x you

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Resident Evil Village: A needlessly detailed hour-by-hour timeline

Say what you like about Ethan Winters, that man can get a heck of a lot done in a day. Roughly the complete events of Resident Evil Village, just for a start – the timeline’s actually pretty clear on that front. Ethan stumbles into the village just before dawn on February 9, and fights his final boss battle with Miranda at just about the same time on February 10, the following day.

Look, he’s got a daughter to rescue, okay, he’ll sleep when he’s dead (almost literally, in fact – that period just before dawn after Miranda rips his heart out is all the shut-eye he gets).

Exactly what time everything happens within that day is a little less obvious – so naturally, it’s only after I’ve already posted a whole fic that kind of hinges on building a semi-complete timeline of every memorable injury Ethan receives that I went back to the game and realised, oh shit, there actually are specific times of day spelled out all over the place! There are clocks in some buildings, diary entries complete with date and time – and it (mostly) all stacks up!

I mean, up to a point – somewhere in Donna’s house, things get weird. But I don’t think that part will really surprise anyone.

And since I’ve already spent way too long piecing together disparate clues for my timeline posts about the ages of the four lords and when the Mia/Miranda switcheroo happened in the days leading up to the game, what the hell – let’s take it one level finer, and look at the hour-to-hour events of the game itself.

Our first major source is the in-game diary, which you can access via the maps page. I wouldn't take this thing too literally – I really doubt Ethan’s actually sitting down every so often to write about his day and sketch detailed pictures of whatever shit he’s just seen – it’s more here just to summarise recent events for any player who accidentally skipped some cutscenes or wants a quick refresher.

Times in the diary aren’t very precise, just ‘dawn’, ‘early morning’, etc, but they map out a rough series of events.

Dawn (or probably some time before dawn): Ethan wakes up after the truck crash in the forest Early Morning: Ethan reaches the village, encounters the old hag, etc Morning: Ethan reaches Luiza’s house, is put on trial by Miranda, escapes and reaches the castle Noon: Ethan escapes the castle and the Duke sends him on his quest Afternoon: Ethan defeats Donna and Moreau, and battles through the stronghold. Evening: Ethan sets off for Heisenberg’s factory, meets Chris, battles Heisenberg, etc Dawn: Final battle with Miranda

I’d have called it the middle of the night by the time Ethan finally battles Heisenberg, but the slight timeskip to dawn does make sense, since Ethan spends some time dead in the gap there. Also, damn, that was one busy afternoon! (Especially if you’re me, and squeezing all the optional bosses and side-areas into your schedule.) But maybe we can take it that not much actual time passes in Donna’s house – who knows how long hallucinations take in real time?

Anyway, those are the broad strokes, let’s get to finer detail: clocks!

The first clocks you’ll see in the game show up in the Winters’ home, both putting the time of day at 7:34 PM. Time for dinner, and to put the baby to bed.

There are no clocks available when Ethan wakes up in the snow in the dark, but the sun rises while he’s in the first hut you encounter just outside the village. The Internet would lead me to believe that sunrise in Romania in February is around 7:15 AM, so nearly 12 hours have gone by since our opening scene. So either that was a very long drive, or Ethan spent a lot of hours wandering in the woods in the dark, or he was "unconscious" for a long while after the truck rolled over (but then, I already got to share a few of my own theories about that one in that fic I mentioned above, so I get to feel validated there. *g*)

Note that Miranda also holds her ceremony to divide Rose into four crystalline pieces at dawn. The lycan attack on the village seems to have started before dawn even breaks (and I can only assume it's over by the time Eugen staggers home, presumably in too much of a funk to even notice, because there's no mention of it in his diary. But shhh, don't think too hard about that one).

As Ethan arrives on the outskirts of the village and sees his first view of the castle, an attentive gamer will hear a clock strike 8 times, so it's 8AM. Given the sun's just peaking over the mountains, that would about fit too.

There are no clocks that I’ve found in the village proper, probably so the devs don’t have to worry about updating them as the day progresses (though the light and position of the sun certainly changes through the day). But once you make it into the castle, there are clocks everywhere.

Most are either the large grandfather model…

…or the small, mantelpiece model.

There are also a couple of really small ones of a third model, which you can find in castle saferooms.

And they all tell roughly the same time, which is… er, 10:00? 10:05? 10:30?

Seriously, look at these things: the minute hands are pointing to the 5 (or 12 on the mantlepiece model, suggesting someone hasn’t synchronised their clocks perfectly), but the hour hands are consistently stuck midway between 10 and 11, which suggests it should be 10:30. But maybe this is just the devs' way of hedging their bets about the fact time passes while Ethan's in the castle. Or maybe this is just what happens when you eat the guy who comes in to do clock repairs before he’s even finished.

Still, let’s take this basically at face value: Ethan enters the castle around 10AM, and is out again by around noon (as per the diary).

Our next time-of-day indicator isn’t a clock, but the diary left by Chris’ team on the computer that shows up in the church.

So, sounds like the team legitimately arrived while Ethan was in the castle, around 11:35 AM. Presumably, Ethan isn’t supposed to be able to find the computer until after 1:10 PM (time of the latest entry). And while I'm here, I just have to point to that "Found evidence of EW" line ‒ found what evidence? A bunch of broken crates and dead lycans? A wallet dropped while frantically reloading his gun? Two severed fingers? We'll never know.

Also, for those keeping track: it is 100% canon that in the time Ethan needs to take out both Donna and Moreau, clear out the stronghold, battle his way through the factory, and defeat Sturm, all Chris has managed to do is futz around the factory for a bit, mess around with an old tank, and not-quite-finish planting explosives. Pff, loser. (Okay, I tell a lie ‒ he also shows up in the reservoir, so maybe he just procrastinated and hung out with his friends for a few hours instead of actually getting to the one job he promised everyone he was actually going to do. C'mon, we've all done it.)

Moving on, there are more clocks waiting for us in Donna’s domain, but here’s where things get… weird.

To begin with, the first clock you can find (ticking loudly by the stairs) thinks it’s 6 o’clock. Whether this is AM or PM, neither makes any sense here. But the fact it’s ticking suggests it’s working, and the time doesn’t change after Donna is dead and her hallucination-flowers are all wilted, so… I don’t know, maybe Donna and Angie just don’t live in the same mental time zone as the rest of us. Or maybe the devs just didn’t bother changing clock.asset from its default setting.

Downstairs, in the basement, you can find another clock in the workroom, and it’s not 6:00 down here, but 9:21. Again, the time doesn’t change as events progress.

More interesting is a smaller clock you might spot on a table in the hall on your way down, next to a lantern and a bowl of rotten fruit, which shows yet another different time.

What makes this little elaborate-portico-model clock interesting, though, is that it’s an asset from RE7 – cap below comes from the Baker house.

And like every clock in RE7, the one in Donna's house shows 10:15. The attentive player may even remember this, since in RE7 that time was part of a puzzle.

It’s not the only call-back you’ll find to RE7 down here – the ringing phone is other one I caught, very reminiscent of Zoe’s calls from RE7. The phone's actually not a reused asset, though – the RE8 version has an old-fashioned rotary dial, where the RE7 phones had buttons, making them substantially more modern.

I was thinking there were more RE7 assets down in this section – the torn floral wallpaper in a run-down corridor definitely has RE7-vibes, and the horror potential of sending Ethan back through a literal scene from his nightmares goes without saying. But I couldn’t find anything specific that was reused. Even the fuse-box puzzles use completely different assets.

Which all begs the question, are we supposed to notice that clock as an intentional callback on Ethan’s Hallucinatory Journey? Or is it just a casually reused asset without greater meaning?

In all honesty, I would not have noticed the portico-clock came from RE7 if I hadn’t seen it pointed out in a Reddit thread somewhere – and if we are supposed to notice it, it’s not the model I’d have chosen. The large grandfather clocks from RE7 are far more memorable (and, impressively, distinct from both the large-grandfather-clock models found in RE8). The portico clock is used in a couple of different places, but isn't super-memorable, and is easily missed.

You can find it there in the Daughter’s DLC as well (prequel set before the events of the game), though there it and all other clocks have been dutifully adjusted to show a different time (7:22PM).

What's much stranger is that there are actually two of these clocks in Ethan’s home back at the start of the game. And they read 10:15 there too, even though the main wall clocks read 7:34.

Heck, I even found this damn thing down in the Umbrella facility in the remake of RE2, still reading 10:15.

So… yeah, I’m gonna have to go with ‘clumsily reused asset’ for all appearances of this clock in RE8. And having now spent way too long down the mad rabbit-hole that is the clocks of House Beneviento, I'm forced to conclude: nothing means anything, everything is just here to fuck with me, and for all I know Ethan stumbles out of this place before he ever went in, IDEK.

It doesn't help that post-House Beneviento, I found no clocks anywhere, nor any more documents citing time-of-day. None in Moreau’s Reservoir, none in Heisenberg’s Factory (which doesn’t mean there aren’t any I didn’t catch, but I was definitely looking for them).

The sun’s pretty clearly setting by the time Ethan reaches the factory, and it’s set by the time you fight Heisenberg. What time of night it is while Chris is doing his mad run through the village is anyone’s guess, but presumably a bunch of hours go by somewhere, since the whole night has passed before our showdown. But then, as already established, Chris is a guy who can canonically burn most of his afternoon lost in one factory (granted, the place is one hell of a maze), so maybe he does the same down in the village.

The important thing is that the Duke’s here to get Ethan to his appointment with Miranda at dawn ‒ cue ending sequence and credits.

So, for those keeping track, here's the 'complete' hour-by-hour timeline for Resident Evil Village, as close as we can track it.

February 8 7:34 PM: Opening scene. Chris burst into the Winters' home, kills "Mia" and kidnaps Ethan and Rose.

February 9 Pre-dawn: Ethan wakes up next to the crashed truck. Lycan attack on the village begins. Dawn (around 7:15 AM): Miranda holds her ceremony to crystalise Rose and divide her into four pieces

8:00 AM: Ethan reaches the outskirts of the village, explores, encounters the the lycans and the old hag, etc Morning: Ethan reaches Luiza’s house, is put on trial by Miranda, escapes and reaches the castle 10:00 AM (approx): Ethan reaches the castle 11:35 AM: Chris' team arrives on site 12:10 PM: Chris' team infiltrates the village Noon (approx): Ethan defeats Dimitrescu and escapes the castle, and the Duke sends him on his quest 01:10 PM: Chris' team establish their base in the church and split up to investigate separately Afternoon: Ethan defeats Donna and Moreau, and battles through the stronghold Evening: Ethan sets off for Heisenberg’s factory, meets Chris, battles Heisenberg, etc Night: Chris fights his way through the village and discovers Mia in Miranda's lab

February 10 Pre-dawn: Ethan wakes up in the Duke's wagon Dawn (around 7:15 AM): Final battle with Miranda

So... yeah. Up to early afternoon on the 9th, the timeline here is surprisingly detailed. And considering what a chaotic fairy-tale mind-fuck of a game this thing is, that's actually pretty impressive. But beyond Donna's House of Extreme Mindfuckery, Ethan has lost all track of what's going on in his life, and I think we can all forgive him for that.

And now I will never be able to walk past a clock in an RE game without getting the urge to take a screenshot again.

#Resident Evil Village #Resident Evil #Resident Evil timeline #meta #Ethan Winters

[alpaca-clouds]

Of Reasons and Justifications

It's not a big secret, that I am especially in love with the villains and, uhm, heel-face protagonists of Castlevania. Don't get me wrong: I adore the trio and Greta, but they do not hold a candle to especially the forgemasters and the sisters to me. Dracula, the man, is somewhere in between, though I also adore him as a villain. Because he is just... so interesting.

Something that I really do like is, that they all kinda have reasons to do what they do. Admittedly, yes, Dracula is overdoing it with "My wife's dead, guess humanity needs to be eliminated now. The vampires would then starve? Well, tough luck, I wanted to die either way!" but at the same time you cannot help but sit there and be like: "Yeah, man, I get it." It is not as if any of his actions are rational. He is acting completely emotionally.

And, you know... Same with Carmilla. I absolutely get her. While never spelled out, it is fairly clear that she was a rape victim or rather a fucking sex slave to her sire, until she killed him. So, yup, her having a grudge against men, and by extention the world (because men rule the world at the time)... I get that. I absolutely do.

Same with Hector. While again we do not get it spelled out, we do have an idea that he was abused by his parents - and probably was met with prejudice and fear by others for playing with dead animals. He does not even seem to want to kill everyone, but just... "do something that makes people less cruel", somewhat being unable to grasp that he himself is being cruel.

And Isaac... I wrote it before. But to be honest: Give me any villain and go "he got taken and enslaved as a child". I will instantly go: "Whatever they did in the story: I get it."

What I am getting at is: All the villains do have reasons to behave the way they do. But the story never expects us to see those reasons as justifications. Which is good, because I have seen too many stories that give the villain a tragic backstory and expect it to outright justify their actions. And I find it a nice change that the series does seem aware, that no tragic backstory does justify the violence.

But I kinda find it interesting, how it does seem to tie the entire series together. This "acting out of trauma" thing is something that holds also true for the trio. It is something that just thematically exists throughout the entire series.

I do still wonder, though, what happened to Dracula before the series. Given he seemed to be alone in the fucking castle in the middle of what I assume is the Oltenian Sahara (yes, there is a desert in Romania) and that he already did seem to have a very devaluing opinion of humans before.

Dracula's backstory between Mathias becoming a vampire and Castlevanai III is largely a mystery even in the games, making me wonder, what happened to the man, that made him so... hurt. Because he is hurt, no doubt. Even before Lisa dies.

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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 12

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 3,384

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER TWELVE: STRAINED REUNION

When you first thought you heard footsteps, you stopped to listen to the soft pattern leading down the hall, however you initially concluded them to belong to Bucky who had left for the market earlier this morning. His return brought a smile to your face, that was until you didn't immediately hear his voice to follow.

Bucky and you have a rule. Any time someone returns to the apartment after going out alone, they must announce themselves upon arrival. This had been agreed on from the beginning to help ease each other's worries given the whole ‘spies on the run’ thing. A quick 'I'm home' is all it takes, yet you hear nothing other than those lone footsteps barely creaking against the old floorboards; it's a surprise you hear them at all, honestly.

Hurrying to pull a shirt over your head which is damp from your recent shower, you grab a knife from the cabinet, thank yourself for previously hiding various weapons around the apartment in the first place, then sneak out of the bathroom towards the direction of the intruder.

While you may not have anywhere near the experience of agents like Clint or Natasha, you still went through loads of defense training at SHIELD. Add that to all those times you watched Peggy deliver a sharp left hook into someone's nose and you'd say you have enough experience to make a simple robber regret their life choices, but if this is someone from HYDRA or another evil-doing organization looking to take back the Winter Soldier, you may be in for a bit of a struggle...

Holding the knife in an iron grip, you raise it ever so slightly in full preparation to fight whoever's there, dangerous HYDRA assassin or not. It's only when rounding the corner and setting eyes on the true culprit that you freeze, your heart leaping into your throat only to settle with a chill down your spine. A sound must've also left your lips despite how unintentional, alerting the man to your presence which gives him an equal startle he's admittedly a bit better at hiding at first.

It's only when turning around to actually set eyes on you that shock surfaces across his face in the form of furrowed eyebrows,"...(Y/n)? What are you...?"

You'd honestly be much more willing to take on HYDRA agents now. At this point, you'd even take your own parents and the task of awkwardly explaining to them what you're doing in some dirty old apartment in Romania, not in Costa Rica as you promised. Either option would be better than having to explain the same to Steven Rogers.

He stands mere feet away from you, Bucky's journal in hand yet mostly forgotten as he stares at you. You can practically see the wheels turning inside his head, trying to make sense of your completely random and unexpected presences here of all places.

Steve hasn't talked to you for over a year. Back then, you informed everyone about a personal solo mission somewhere and for some reason; both were completely confidential. Only Natasha was allowed to know the details, not that she ever let them slip...So, what are the chances that you happen to cross his path in Romania now? What are the chances that immediately after fighting HYDRA together, you practically disappeared off grid only to be found here...in the exact same place Bucky, the Winter Soldier you both had fought, has been tracked down to?

"...Have you been here this whole time?"

"Steve, I can explain," you immediately raise your hands, letting the knife fall to your feet and clank against the floor. He doesn't even follow the weapon, his eyes too fixated on you as they narrow.

"It better be a good story then," his voice is harsh, hissed as a clear show that he's officially connected the dots without need for your 'explanation'. He takes a step towards you, leaving Bucky's notebook on the table," he lives here, right? You've been living here with him this entire time - over the last two years - yet you never once reached out to me? Never once told me? You knew I was looking for him. You knew I was worried about him, but said nothing?!”

When Steve takes another step forward, you do the opposite, backing up with a hand held out as a wordless sign for him to not come closer, however he ignores it.

"Steve, I've been helping him - helping him remember his past. I didn't tell you because if I did, you would've come here no matter who or what stood in your way-" Your lip quivers, but not because you're afraid of him by any means. No, you know he'd never harm you, but you've hurt him.

"-He's my best friend," Steve practically towers over you, his voice nearly cracking with his words.

You were one of the first people he had met after waking up in the modern century. Unlike everyone else who spoke too quickly or treated him like some kind of walking God, you smiled warmly with an outstretched hand, welcoming him back as if you were facing a friend returning from a simple vacation. You've never seen him as the famous legend, Captain America, only Steve Rogers, a normal guy from Brooklyn who proved to be the perfect target for all your jokes and teasing.

Around you, the world slowed down and was different compared to around others. You always had a way of reminding him of the past, both through your knowledgeable discussions of it and your personality which, if Steve allowed himself to focus on it enough without feeling sorrow, reminded him all too much of an even closer friend. You understood him in a way he never thought anyone in the 21st century could...but apparently not enough if you kept someone as important as Bucky a secret from him.

"He doesn't...He's not ready for that, Steve. You gotta understand! I didn't do this to-!" You attempt to argue, but before you can finish, a hand suddenly grabs hold of his collar, ripping him away from you and tossing him into the fridge behind with enough force to bend it. This makes a terrible sound, everything on top tumbling to the ground over the blond who grunts yet shows no other sign of injury.

Nevertheless, you gasp and may have even rushed to his side if not for Bucky quickly moving in front of you, acting as a barrier. His eyes flash with anger then worry when they scan your face, his hands hovering over your cheeks without a touch as he ensures no physical harm had befallen you before his arrival. When he first hurried home, finding Captain America mere inches away from your trembling form, he panicked, throwing the other super soldier regardless of knowing said man had once been his friend; that fact didn't change his overwhelming concern for your safety.

"...Bucky..." Surprisingly despite just being hurled into a fridge, Steve doesn't seem too offended, only worried as he uses his shield to push himself to his feet.

Fearing more violence, you're quick to grab Bucky's arm which he jerks away," James, it's just Steve. He's not-"

"-I know who he is," you're cut off. Bucky doesn't so much as glance at you, his eyes focused on his old friend warily while he takes in a nervous breath.

"So, you remember me?" There's hope peeking in Steve's voice, but you also can't help noticing the urgency in it as if this entire interaction is down to a time limit.

"I read about you in a museum...(Y/n) told me about you," that's not entirely the truth. He knows more than just simple biographies and friendly tales, although not enough to be truly comfortable around an uninvited visitor standing in your shared living room while decked out in run, white, and blue.

Steve chaps his lips, glancing between the two of you before reluctantly changing topics," listen, I know you're nervous, and you have every right to be, but you're lying-”

"-I wasn't in Vienna. I don't do that anymore," Bucky replies quickly, bowing his head away from your view when you give him a questionable look.

"Well, the people who think you were are on their way up here as we speak and they're not planning on taking you alive," Steve takes a cautious step forward, growing irritated and impatient with the situation which only draws concern from you.

"What-What are you talking about? What's going on?" You look between both men frantically, noting Steve's confusion when he returns your attention yet Bucky continues to avoid it, seeming tired as he grabs your arm. His grip isn't enough to necessarily hurt, but it's firm and harsh compared to his normally gentle touch.

"It's fine."

"It's not fine. What the hell's going on?!" You growl, your heart skipping a beat at the sound of footsteps on the roof. You don't need all the details to understand what might be going on; being an agent, the context clues can tell you enough.

"Buck, this doesn't have to end in a fight!"

"...It always ends in a fight," Bucky sighs, pulling off the glove on his metal hand with his teeth in refusal to remove his other hand from you.

"You pulled me from the river. Why?" Steve glances at the window, listening to the sounds outside which only grow closer. You notice this, quickly kneeling down to grab the knife from the ground to arm yourself with again.

"...I don't know.”

"Yes, you do!"

"BREACH! BREACH! BREACH!" A flash grenade is tossed through the window directly towards Steve who has no problem in hitting it away with his shield. A split second later, another lands at your feet, kicked away by Bucky just in time for Steve to slam the shield over it and suffocate the blast, but there's no time for relief.

Bucky's arm tugs you into him, holding your back flat against his chest while he lifts the bed mattress over you both. You cover your ears, hissing in a breath at the loud bang that follows through the window yet you’re otherwise uninjured.

With soldiers slamming into the apartment door, Bucky tosses the table towards it which at least stops them from getting through, but not those coming in from outside.

Two men bust through the windows with guns drawn. Perhaps not expecting so many people or ill-prepared in general, you make simple work of slashing one across the chest before he can even aim his weapon, however this does nothing to stop the second from raising his towards you.

Pulling the rug out from under the soldier's feet, Steve throws him off balance which sends bullets into the roof and floor, but at least not into you. While grateful, you aren't able to express it, too busy switching the knife into your other hand to deliver a swift punch into the first soldier's face, successfully knocking him back.

When you turn around, you only catch a glance of another soldier walking through the backdoor. He doesn't get far, Steve immediately grabbing his gun to turn it away while Bucky kicks him back onto the balcony.

With a brief pause in attacks, you hurry to grab your get-away bag which had been prepared just for very situations like this. Lifting the floorboard and being careful as to not to cut yourself on any of the glass littering the ground, you waste no time pulling out the two backpacks filled with absolute bear minimums agreed to be either necessary for life or too valuable to leave behind if a moment were to call for it. Money, passports, clothes, and pictures, to name a few.

You jolt, looking up quickly at the sound of Bucky pushing Steve into the wall across from you suddenly. It must've surprised the latter, too, since he just stares with wide eyes, but you have no time to catch up on whatever was said to set your roommate off. It's hard to care about that when you still don't have an answer for why you're all being shot at in the first place.

"Hey! Just focus on getting out alive! Chat later!" Instead of physically intervening (which would've been a useless attempt anyways), you quickly stand and toss Bucky his backpack which he effortlessly catches without even needing to look your way.

"That's what I'm trying to do," he aims his reply bitterly towards Steve before throwing the backpack out the window where it lands on the roof of the building across the street.

At that moment, another soldier climbs through one of the already shattered windows. You manage to notice him in the corner of your eyes, although you receive no time to react, instead being shoved out the balcony door by Bucky.

Losing balance, you trip over the unconscious body of the man lying outside, landing on your elbows which hurts like a son of a bitch, however you're not too upset given the rain of bullets you hear inside.

Once the sound stops, Bucky appears in the doorway, finding you urgently," you need to go.”

"What about-?"

Hearing the crunch of glass inside, you assume someone else has jumped through the window for the party, drawing Bucky's attention, too. In an instant, he grabs one of the cement bricks holding a shelf together, tossing it into the soldier," just go! I'll catch up!"

Biting your lip in debate, you finally nod," 'better not lie to me, Barnes!"

Deciding both super soldiers will be fine, you hurry to unzip your backpack to find the very tool you desire. When first taking an apartment on one of the upper floors of a building, you had figured it would be pretty useful to put a grappling hook in your get away bag, a clever choice you praise yourself for now. A jump from this height might be fine to a super soldier, but a simple human like yourself would rather not become a blood splatter on pavement.

Glancing into the apartment once more, you shallow whatever worry you have over your friends. After slipping on gloves and putting on your backpack, you finally look over the edge," woo, that's...that's a long way down...O-Okay!"

Throwing the rope over, you ensure you have a tight enough grip to begin your descent. Moving quickly, you make a pattern of looking down then up, balancing your thoughts about what's going on upstairs with how the hell you'll actually escape this mess. If there's this many soldiers surrounding the apartment, they must be all over the street, too. What do you do then? Hope to reach ground level without being caught then try to blend in as an innocent bystander? As if that'll go too well...

Your plans for an escape had never been formed for something so chaotic. If anyone ever came for Bucky, you had predicted it to be independent agents not wanting to make such a fuss as to not attract unnecessary attention to themselves. These people don't fit that description. Although you couldn’t get a perfect image with all the shooting going on, you’d say these guys seem like government soldiers, but why is the government suddenly after you guys? You've been so well hidden for a whole year!

You gasp when looking up again, spotting a soldier pointing a gun over the balcony towards you. Kicking off the building, you loosen your grip and let yourself quickly slide down the rope just enough to swing under the cover of another balcony seconds before bullets begin raining…So much for an easy descent.

You’d feel bad for whoever owns the apartment you rush through, but fortunately, the building seems to either have been evacuated or the owners happened to choose an excellent time not to be home. Either way, you don’t stick around.

After checking for danger through the door’s peephole, you open the door and step over the unconscious (hopefully not dead) bodies of soldiers knocked around the stairwell. Glancing over the railing, you notice the damage goes down a few more floors, too," shit, Bucky..."

"(Y/n)!" Looking up, you're relieved to see Steve and not another gun. He's quick to make his way down to you after checking over his shoulder for any other threats.

"Steve, where's Bucky?" You fret, meeting him halfway up the stairs only for him to continue walking past you.

"I don't know. He went this way."

You waste no time jogging after the blond, following him down a hall leading outside. It's there that you receive an answer to your previous question, spotting Bucky on the rooftop of the other building while fighting a guy in a...cat costume?

"Who the fuck is that?" Did the Avengers get a new recruit or is your eyesight just getting that bad at your old age?

"Language," Steve hisses with annoyance, swiftly searching the sky,"...Sam, southeast side of the building, eighth floor. Come get (Y/n)."

"Wait, where are you going?" You step away from the ledge, guessing the answer already when Steve begins walking backwards.

"To find out who that guy is," so they don't know cat-man…This situation really is hectic, isn’t it?

Not giving you any time to object, Steve runs forward and leaps off the balcony, fortunately making his goal of landing on the opposite rooftop. Meanwhile you wait, watching not so patiently as Bucky only gets further and further from you.

Hearing your name be called, you're happy to see a familiar face in Sam who lands on the balcony next to you, although he's understandably confused. First time you two met, you carried a flame in your eyes as you vowed to bring the Winter Soldier to justice. Now, you've suddenly shown back up after a brief hiatus trying to protect the same man?

"What are you doing here? I thought Steve said-"

"-Everyone's going to ask that question, huh?" You roll your eyes tiredly, allowing Sam to wrap his arms around your waist while you secure yours tightly over his shoulders," long story short, this is the solo mission I've been on."

"What? Sneaking around with Barnes?" He asks. If it weren't for the seriousness of everything, you would say there's an undertone of teasing nature to his words.

"‘Protecting a friend’ sounds more dignified, but yeah, call it as you wish."

You don't care for the feeling of being in the air, not that it's any worse than being shot at. While you trust Sam not to drop you over the city, you don't let your grasp over him slip any nor do you dare look down as he sores after your mutual friends (and a cat-man).

Proving your suspicions about these people being from the government, several police cars pursue the others, chasing them into a tunnel that only makes matters more complicated. If you didn't like flying above the city, you definitely don't like it anymore by being confined to this tight space. Here, the blaring sounds echo off of every wall and every time you try to peek at what's going on, you get dizzy at the high speed in which Sam effortlessly maneuvers around pillars and debris...At least citizens witnessing this whole scene will have a cool story for why they're late for work.

When you spot the shine of natural light ahead, you feel a hint of short-lived joy before cat-man leaps off the ground towards Sam, grabbing hold of his legs. Despite both of you kicking at him, he doesn't budge, instead climbing on top of Sam's flight equipment.

"Hold on!" Sam announces, suddenly coming to a harsh stop midair. Fortunately, this does the trick in flinging the attacker off of you both, allowing you to finally land and stand on your own two very wobbly feet,” you okay?”

"Yeah, yeah, I'm...I'm great," you mutter, internally promising yourself never to do anything like that before your thoughts quickly change course, filling with concern over Bucky.

You already heard the sirens, but that doesn’t stop you from running head on into the scene of raised guns and livid government officers. The whole area is surrounded, attention shared between the superhumans a few yards away and you. There’s at least a second where you debate ignoring the elevated tensions to run to Bucky’s side as if being there next to him will somehow ensure his safety in this moment, but alas, you’re smarter than that. The best you can do is put your hands into the air, surrendering yourself after two long years of being on the run.

…It was fun while it lasted... 

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Did you know:

Argeș is the name of a Romanian county located in what used to be Wallachia.  It is also the name of a river.  As for a town or city, there is Curtea de Argeș located in the Fagaraș Mountains, so this could be the Argeș Sypha mentions in this episode.  It’s also a 30 minute drive (about 5 hours on foot) from Poenari Citadel, a castle that was once used by Vlad III Dracula.  Since these three reach the Belmont Estate in the very next episode, and Poenari Citadel was once ‘Dracula’s Castle,’ and considering the final resting place of Alucard’s castle in the series, my guess is Trevor’s old home is somewhere in Argeș County and close to Poenari Citadel.  It’s not a perfect theory; it has holes:  Poenari Citadel is sitting on top of a mountain and can only be accessed by a stairway that’s over 1400 steps.  Morevoer, the real Dănești is nowhere near Argeș County.  (In fact, it’s not even in Wallachia.  It’s in Transylvania, which was a separate nation at the time.)

Still, I think it’s a nice thought.

If correct, though, the Danube River forms the southern border of Romania (and historical Wallachia.) The distance between it and Argeș County are roughly 120 miles apart north to south according to modern roadways, so our boy had a long way to walk before the horse picked him up.  No wonder it took him two whole weeks.

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[auncerra]

“And Just Like That...” Sexual Iconography Left the Studio

It’s inevitable some sequels will jeopardize the integrity of the original. While the fanfare for a Sex and the City re-installment had some of us naively convinced in Michael Patrick’s capacity for keeping the nostalgic momentum alive, it rather played out like a dismal Judd Apatow commentary on the nearing middle-aged (à la a very tactless, banal, and frankly unnecessarily depressing blow of “This is 40″, in which audiences are left feeling like the concept of aging is the equivalent of a death row inmate’s last pile of reheated mashed potatoes, or in the case of over-acting, emphatic Parker (Season 2) - poached eggs, friends-with-benefits breakfast of one?)).

Season 1 (AJLT) introduced audiences to everything Sex and the City conceptually opposed, the original series almost diametrically opposite to the concepts of female and sexual empowerment, friendship, resilience, and heart-touching, resonant storylines and intimately-crafted, beloved characters viewers came to know and praise semi-religiously. While there are many areas to nitpick, including the dismal costuming, unnecessary, unresolved side-plots, vacant added characters integrated merely for their ‘woke’ box-ticking capacity and not for social value or plausible commentary, what I came to love of Sex and the City had been drowned like a newborn kitten in a self-praising writers’ bleach bath. We lost sex to hearing aids and ice cream toppings, or gained it in unappealing, almost grotesquely invasive showboating - i.e. Miranda’s ‘fingering’ in Carrie’s studio kitchen by the much-loathed, and not ‘somewhat’ polarizing, ‘Che Diaz’. Did we need Carrie bedwetting, a loose stream into an emptied Snapple bottle? Miranda’s conditioned facial reactions alone were enough to transport viewers to desires of chastity, of hillside convents somewhere in Romania where those CW-styled dream montages of the repellent, narcissistic Che can’t virtually survive. Note 2 (of loss) - style. Did we need Carrie’s vainglorious, bizarre hat display as she burbled out her apartment window, did we need rubber gardening gloves for a walking smoke-break? Do we need to be assaulted with plaid and tartan, pigeons for purses (thank you, Jen), Charlotte’s over-billowed poof-sleeves and polka-dotted, infantilizing displays, do we need a silver-haired Cynthia Nixon who reads more Paula Deen than tirelessly chic Miranda Priestly? ‘Gray hair don’t care’, as it were, embracing age, as it were, but should be that a singular note of character development - that the bold, independent, autonomous career-driven Miranda we knew and respected has driven toward total absence of discernment, dry as a withered martini olive for a non-committal new beau with zero attributes of integrity or general likability? And why style her (Miranda) as though she were being embalmed in prints, can ‘older’ women not show skin, have avid sex lives, exude standards beyond accepting consequences of bad backs and Peloton-claimed husbands (realistically, did Carrie’s shock need to last several minutes of screen-time, has she never heard of a heart attack?)...

Lines were crossed with Brady’s sex life and Miranda’s questionably appropriate presence throughout, lines were crossed with Porta Potty tampon insertion challenges, lines were crossed with daytime bathroom blowjobs (has that ever been identifying of the hyper-attentive, traditional Charlotte), lines were crossed with rehashed, overplayed attempts at racial justice and white martyrdom - yes, let’s address the concerns, but maybe not in the context of unfunny comedy and a socially-unhinged spin on Miranda - again, Michael Patrick, do native/residential New Yorkers really not have interactions with POC/the queer and gender-diverse in today’s age? Do we need props of characters for this representation, who are as scripted feeling as the tired attempts at the writing - do we need the original cast to become the most egoistic versions of themselves in decades of television, do we need a money-grabbing “Max” Series that respects less its audience of - generations - and their valid, informed takes on a, frankly, garbage-fire, catastrophic spinoff, do the writers need to make relevant social issues - like racism, like sexism, like transphobia, like gender and sexual expression - feel trite, tired, exasperating, and with the ambiance of capitalistically-targeted Pride ads? Che isn’t funny, isn’t remotely likable, and while perhaps not a reflection of Ramirez’s personal life (despite some apparent synonymous attributes and social media feeds), Che’s being non-binary does not make them suddenly exempt from being situationally-inappropriate, selfish, callous, and just plain ‘ick’. Che makes broader viewers want to curl up into a congealing ball, return to embryonic fluids to avoid their “comedy” shows (if the quantity of who they have fucked, will fuck, want to fuck of their - pause for emphasis - live audience members - is qualifiable as humor at all...). Che is not a queer cosplay of Amy Schumer, there are no human or relatable characteristics that make viewers embrace a character so visibly and audibly shallow, not to mention entirely exploitative (the entire subplot of uprooting Miranda from her city for a Los Angeles move, for example, which, if you have forgotten, Michael/millennial-coded writers, completely betrays the Miranda archetype - so, career, long-invested internship, scrapped, for a romantically-ambivalent, narcissist Diaz?). Did audiences need “Rock”, pacifying elementary rhetoric, did audiences need a bigoted hit on one of the few redeemed, likable original characters, Anthony - i.e. advising Charlotte against utilizing preferred pronouns, making an analogy to a dog?

While this is mostly a blurb, a working draft, a tunnel of quality-abandonment-fueled-apathy, Season 2, so far (from what I’ve discerningly, limitedly glimpsed), took “L.T.W.”’s barber-shop painting ensembles, Carrie’s (again, the most self-involved - in the pejorative - character of the show) “user” attributes and poor-me-sloppy-grieving arc, steadily unlikable roundabout cast of diminishing characters to new, (love-to-hate) lows, without the glimmer of a blip of Cattrall resurgence, the only remarkable term to describe this train-wreck of a ‘reinstatement’ return is abysmal. Frankly, I’d have more intrigue in a Seema-driven plot-line, nil-Carrie-Che-L.T.W.-Dr.-Nya-Wallace-couch-coital-post-separation-Bridgerton-Netflix-dupe-streams, re-introducing a viable Miranda in the acting capacity we’ve seen of Nixon (who is by all measures, extremely talented in alternate roles) - or merely limiting the sheer, inarguable box-ticking strategies to reveal something more human, watchable, intimate, and real, like the SATC that charmed viewers over concurring, mingling generations, that comparatively, was successful with good cause. This is another classic example of the media industry exploiting devoted audiences with nostalgic whims of shows that in reality have been massacred by weak writing, a cacophony of plot, and a favoritism towards the emblematic assholes (excuzes mon francçais) of its series - referring, of course, to the effortlessly problematic Parker (who I, with little hesitation, can see as far more of a modern-exploit Carrie than she’d care to own), of dropping unsubtle breadcrumbs of the beloved, real, irreplaceable Samantha, likely cajoling Cattrall into a payout for her four-minutes of other-cast-members non-interactive virtual series presence as a tactic to attract views, and up subscriptions. Frankly, by Episode 1 of Season 2, by Miranda awkwardly, anti-sexily adorning a full-bodied strap-on harness (in 2023, really?) as though viewers had been thrown into the rank, antiquated sex shop of some National Lampoon-era film, for one unamused, indifferent Che, by Che’s hasty, box-check-positioned assistant complaining over the status of their not wearing a jacket (namely, not a glaring, dated, sequined one) / the shrill “non-binary”-cooing mirror harlequin-dance exchange (bizarre to witness), by Carrie once again insisting all life resolve around her and her everlasting grief plot-point with the painfully, awkwardly-timed, shit-written kitchen egg, Charlotte pop-in entrance scene, I was already exasperated.

And Just Like That is the epitome of the negative denotation of ‘woke’, it plays as turbulently and as polarizing as its core characters, and is a dreary, complacent attempt at modernity, it is the flatulence of yet another capitalistically-motivated acquisition, it is not worth your continued patience that solely a Patricia Field, Cattrall, Chris Noth, zany-glitzy-Manolo-steel-jungle-Cosmos-wonderland epitome of Sex and the City, Sex and the City alone could and will ever seemingly be capable of delivering. And Just Like That...Cattrall’s heart-wrenching cancer performance is traded for Snapple-piss and Los-Angeles-beach-cleanup-chronic-codependency, for narcissistic writers, lead creators, and yes, in some cases, eye-roll-icon, socially-liked actors.

I don’t subscribe to cancel culture, but let’s communally hold this embarrassment of unglamorous television accountable, let’s make a commitment to peer deeper at the integrity of shows that capitalize on the marginalized to produce, in sincerity, sugar-coated bullshit.

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I tagged 51 of my posts in 2022

#critical role - 15 posts

#exu calamity - 3 posts

#same but my bard wanted low charisma - 1 post

#but also i have been reeally enjoying naomi noviks temeraire series - 1 post

#ok where are these people who go their whole lives without a jury summons - 1 post

#i have served on a jury and i still have gotten three summons since then - 1 post

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#as someone who was obsessed with this band at the time - 1 post

#yall i miss them - 1 post

Longest Tag: 119 characters

#that is literally why i leave an unfinished sentence when i have to stop writing to like go to bed or work or something

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

My critical role c3 prediction is that it will eventually turn out that Delilah needs Laudna far more than Laudna needs Delilah.....I'm putting my money on Delilah lying about being where Laudna's powers come from. I'm betting Delilah is conning her for some traditional villain end goal like.....ending the world or whatever. But I'm betting on a "you have no power over me, do you?" kind of revelation for our girl

33 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

#4

Odd request: I have a middle school student with close family ties to Romania who has been saying some anti-Romani stuff in my hearing. I talked to him and he said he would be open to reading something about the history of Romano discrimination if I gave it to him. Does anyone know of a clear, articulate source I could give him? He's very clever, but I think his extended family might have fostered this prejudice. This isn't the first time he's trusted me to put a better source in his hands to counter some attitudes he's heard elsewhere, so there's solid hope for him to turn it around.

38 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#3

it occurs to me that if mortals can become prime deities and betrayer gods, it sort of implies that those prime deities and betrayer gods might themselves be mortals from Somewhere Else. this might be obvious, but I had always thought of the gods as being like "High Unknowable Powers From Elsewhere" when they might actually be "Somnovum With A Better Plan."

68 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

#2

I also really like how without a cleric, a super advanced DND world directs its energies to like. Other means of preservation. But also like. How a dead husband is dead and gone, not someone who can be revived or resurrected. It's cool how Avalir can do just about anything but get your dead husband back when like. A normal DND party in modern Exandria would just go get some diamonds for their cleric.

86 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

One of the things I love most about victorian literature —one of the biggest reasons I did my PhD in it actually —is how many families are like "this is Miriam and the man who is in love with Miriam but she didn't marry and this is Miriam's husband Robert and the man he actually is in love with, William, and William's younger sister who has Ideas and William's mother who wants the dude in love with Miriam to marry the sister..." and they all are in one big house. No wonder they didn't invent tv, that's all I'm saying.

106 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

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[alfredosauce50]

8, 13, & 30 for the ask game!

A writer’s ask game

8. Oldest WIP

Chapter 11 of Island Escapade, ‘Harleys in Hawaii’

Dated December 26th, 2021. I was meant to finish that ages ago, but I wanted to edit the previous chapters to be more up to par with my current abilities. Also to have more flashbacks, darker themes, a greater risk and reward, if you will.

If we’re talking about the first chapter of an ongoing series, the first ever chapter of Island Escapade was posted on April 18th, 2018. I know, right. Goddamn.

13. Describe your writing process from idea to polished

Oh, this is a good one. I’ve always wanted to answer something like this! Let’s start with one shots.

I work off the specific pairing and synopsis of a request. If there’s a basic plot they want me to follow, I just go, how would this make sense practically?

I’ll write those events chronologically and plan as I go. I never know what happens next until I get to it. That’s mostly because dialogue and characterization can be flexible, and I won’t know how ‘right’ the plot seems until it’s on the page. It works out in the end because the story is dependent on logic just as much as it is on the characters, which come first.

An ages-old vampire, a human man and woman. That would have to take place in Romania. Why is the couple in Romania? For fun, of course. The vampire wants to break up their relationship. Why would he do that? Probably because they lived long enough to have been with the woman in a past life. How would count drac sabotage her love life? Hypnosis on her boyfriend to make him seem unfaithful.

The same goes for sequels, trilogies, and series. I’m just continuing where I left off and everything is significantly longer. Also, the characterization and plot points have bigger consequences (!)

But the longer the story, the less planning I do. I just start with a situation and let it escalate in all manners it could escalate. Say, a starting pro-boxer wants to make it big and settle somewhere with his girlfriend. She’s tied down by her family—a brother who’s fresh out of prison, a sister who’s a single mother.

The brother is prejudiced towards men. The boxer looks like an archetypal frat boy. Let it rip.

30. Favorite idea you haven’t started on yet

Say no more. A Drive (2011) crossover. Yes, it’s another Ryan Gosling movie but hear me out.

Alfred as a getaway driver and Hollywood stunt driver. Allen as another baby daddy stuck in prison. You become friends with your neighbor, Alfred, who helps you out every now and then. Once your husband gets out, he’s forced to do a robbery to repay being protected behind bars. Alfred joins in on the gig, especially when you and your son could get targeted next. Turns out the money belongs to the East Coast mob and shit goes sideways.

If we’re talking about a specific plot idea, I’ll have to say a fight to the death between Alfred and his clone. One with hard-hitting dialogue and heavy violence. If you’ve read WMMH, you’ll know what I’m getting at.

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[lgwifey]

Hello lovely 💕 Could I get harry potter match?

So I'm female, bisexual, 172 cm/5'8, honey/dirty blond hair with white highlights on the front. My eyes are my fav part of my body, they're light blue that sometimes fall into grey but they have dark blue rims and I think it's beautiful.

Infp and ravenclaw. At first I'm rather quiet, I tend to keep my thoughts to myself, but I'm when I'm comfortable with someone I joke and laugh a lot (especially when dark humor or dirty jokes are involved). Like, with strangers I'm kind and respectful, and with my friends... the best description is wild. I'm also sensitive to nature's beauty, there's nothing more breathtaking than night sky and sunsets. When I want to be alone with my thoughts (what happens often) I love wandering through the forests.

Oh and I love wearing black and I also love piercings (ears and nose). Some would say my personality doesn't match my style in any way but it really does.

Big animal lover, especially horses and cats. I have three horseys, a cat, a doggo and two rats but my heart's biggest desire is a dragon (that's why how to train your dragon and game of thrones are my fav series). I also love fantasy books, I spend a lot of time reading but also writing, I even own an account here on Tumblr and write my fanfics. When it comes to sports then I'm an equestrian since about 11 years and few months ago I started learning sword fighting.

I'm studying to be an archeologist but deep down in my heart I feel like I'm going to end up as a tattoo artist or show my middle finger to the world and start a new life somewhere far from people on a ranch with a lot of horses and other animals.

Thank you so much, love. 🥰❤️

Hiyyya, I am so so so sorry it’s took me so long to get around to this like I took a break from match ups but now im feeling spontaneous so yay ig :)

Also I apologise for this probably being awful writing, I haven’t done anything in a hot second xx

Im definitely getting like Charlie Weasley vibes, at least in your personality. Like I can total see youse as a cute couple who are basically the same person in different bodies if you know what I mean.

So you become friends whilst in your sixth or seventh year, but he’s been admiring(?) you since like second year, Tonks 100% calling him a stalker every chance possible and him defending himself with his life.

By chance you end up bumping into him again after Hogwarts since you work with his older brother in Egypt (smart architecture stuff). He’s visiting Bill with the rest of the Weasley’s and Molly’s pestering him to go and say hi to you because you’re ‘such a beautiful young lady’ or something along those lines and eventually, with the twins literally dragging him over, he manages to stutter out a hi.

Somehow you manage to start dating (I haven’t thought everything out but feel free to fill in the blanks if you want) and you move over to Romania to help work with the dragons, you’re in a different department to him since you’re working on the architecture side of something, but he appears every break possible and is always there before you leave unless he’s at home cooking dinner for you.

It defiantly took him by shock when you got comfortable enough to start muttering dark or dirty jokes under your breath whenever you thought of something and it took you by surprise when he responded to it casually with something worse. If Molly could hear she would probably have a heart attack.

98% sure Charlie would let you practise tattooing him, but you had to make sure they where covered up whenever his family visited so, once again, Molly wouldn’t have a heart attack.

On the topic, he would be the worst person around when you need someone to convince you out of getting a pericing or tattoo, like there is no way he would have any voice of reason moment being like “maybe you shouldn’t get that done with the healing time clashing with something else” he would just be encouraging it and considering joining you.

Random addition which idk how to extend on : sitting out watching the sunset with a bunch of baby dragons <3

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A quick detour and a sudden arrival by iwillnotbecaged

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He found Wilson shivering in the snow, left for dead. Sloppy.

You couldn’t trust the elements to do your job for you. They were rarely so obliging.

A mission gone awry, unexpected help, and close quarters makes for an interesting couple of days.

A Necessary Lie by vibesandwonders

M | 46.1k | nwa | post tfatws

They thought being superheroes, falling in love, raising a cat and running a covert team was complicated. Turns out it's only the beginning. Just when they figured all that's left to fight were fascists and racists, the multi-verse explodes.

Established Bucky/Sam plus some canon-adjacent hijinks leading up to Multiverse of Madness.

Series

Part 2 of The Lies that Bind (mod: read part 1 first)

Reset by Addicted2Angst

NR | 5.4k | nwa | post tfatws

Bucky gets hit by a weird weapon then gets electrocuted, wiping his memory back to when he was the Winter Soldier. Sam gets to know Bucky a little better as he slowly remembers.

Or: The one where HYDRA sends the Winter Soldier to seduce a teenaged Sam Wilson, and things don't go exactly as planned.

mod edit - fic was removed. 

Somewhere In The Ruins by glittercake

M | 56k+ | gdv | post winter soldier

The Asset has been trying to figure out the way forward since it left Captain Rogers on the riverbank. The body won’t comply; the mind won’t either and it is cowering in a small wet inlet on the riverbank.

The Asset doesn’t know why it is experiencing malfunction. What it does know is this:

- Main Objective: Terminate Captain America. Status: All protocols breached. Mission Unsuccessful. - The Asset is in considerable pain: Right shoulder dislocated with brute force. - Secondary Mission: Terminate Falcon. Status: Gross Violation of Parameters. Mission Unsuccessful. - The home address of one S.Wilson aka the not-terminated Falcon.

Or: The Asset learns how to be human again, and Sam Wilson learns what it means to keep fighting.

mod - doing what i never do which is rec a WIP. full confidence it will be completed though.

bury the ghost by watergator

M | 60.9k | gdv | post winter soldier

when sam is sent to romania to find the winter soldier after the fall of hydra in dc, he's expecting to find the person he once believed couldn't be saved. he's quickly proven very wrong.

How to Win a Supersolider in Ten Days by ceealaina

E | 14.9k | nwa | post winter soldier

When they realize that all the Winter Soldier's interactions with Sam are just him trying to Awkward MurderBot Flirt (TM) with the sexy man, Steve, Tony, and Nat convince Sam to play the honeypot and bring Bucky in.

Sam's pretty sure the honeypot isn't supposed to fall in love with the target, but what can you do?

ice. hollow. nightfall by cm (mumblemutter) + 1

E | 50.7k | ccntaw | canon divergent

Or: The one where Sam is a Winter Soldier.

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Project Mens | Chapter 1: Human Trials

Chapter summary: Your cover is blown and Hydra locks you up. It seems like rescue is on its way.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Agent!Reader

W/C: 1.4k

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, Hydra, brief mentions of torture.

A/N: This chapter gives a bit of necessary background story for the next chapters to come. Big thanks to @lunarbuck for beta reading! Any and all reblogs/likes/comments are appreciated.

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It was a cold evening—you presumed—in the middle of November, and somewhere in the distance, you could hear the faint sounds of a heavy rainstorm. Was it Thursday today? Or was it Saturday? You’d been locked up in the same cold and dingy cell for what seemed like forever. Realistically speaking, you knew that it had only been a few days, max two weeks, but the torture and pain your body had endured during the last couple of days had rendered you unaware of your surroundings. Everything had been going fine until your cover had been blown.

You had been on a mission to disband a newfound Hydra base located in an underground location in Cluj-Napoca in Romania. Tony had put you, Steve, Natasha, and Bucky on the team, knowing that the four of you had the most experience with the terrorist organization. You’d started working with the Avengers after your internship and subsequent job with S.H.I.E.L.D. After the events of 2014, you’d left S.H.I.E.L.D. and had followed Maria and applied for a similar position with Stark Industries. Because of your background in criminal justice, you’d often found yourself working on projects involving Hydra.

Your task had been to go undercover, posing as a neuroscientist specializing in cognitive psychology. Alongside the other scientists and doctors hired by Hydra, you worked on a project called “Project Mens”. General Wright, leader of the base, had commissioned engineers and scientists to create a machine capable of transferring one person’s memories to another person’s mind. If feasible, this machine could change the whole game; Hydra would be able to get intel by just flipping a switch. There would be no need to wait for a victim to break down during one of the many torture sessions and hope that they would tell the truth. No, this would be easy; sedate the victim, hook them up to the machine, flip the switch, and immediately get to know all their thoughts and deepest secrets. Straight from the source.

Your cover had been solid for about three months before it had been blown. The team of scientists had been on the brink of finalizing the machine that would make this very thing possible when they had discovered that you were a secret agent.

It had surprised you that they hadn’t immediately killed you. Instead, they’d put you in one of their isolated cells and had tortured you. It had started off with soft tissue injuries, a few cuts, and bruises here and there, but had quickly escalated to waterboarding, starvation, and stripping you from your clothes, leaving you exposed to the cold and wet elements of the cell. At first, you’d tried to fight them, legs and arms kicking and punching everyone and everything in sight, but soon you’d given up on resisting. Your body felt weak; your eyes were glassy, and dark spots danced in front of your vision when you opened them. The mere task of breathing left your lungs burning and your heart racing.

Your focus shifted from the sound of the rain to an alarm blaring, the sound of footsteps filling the hallways and guards yelling. You could hear a voice over the loudspeaker yelling that the bunker had been breached. Two individuals had been spotted on the grounds outside, and one had successfully infiltrated the base. “Зимний Солдат! (Winter Soldier!)” you heard the speaker’s voice call out. With considerable effort, you sat up in your cell, grasping the iron bars next to you for support. You heard the sound of a fight getting closer, and the next thing you knew, Bucky was in front of your cell fighting off some guards. His eyes briefly flickered over towards you, a pained expression covering his face. You could hear him asking for backup via his earpiece. You knew Bucky was strong, but he was outnumbered seven to one and things weren’t looking too good for him. You saw one of the guards push a needle into Bucky’s neck, presumably filled with some kind of tranquilizer, because the next thing you knew Bucky was on the floor, eyes wide open and his lips trembling in fear. The same guard opened your cell door and looked down at you. His hand reached for a second syringe in his pocket and before you could try to resist, your vision turned black.

You slowly woke up strapped down onto a metal gurney. Pain coursed through your body and a sawing sound filled your head. A throbbing pain filled your body as you became aware of a sawing sound filling your head. You looked down at your body and noticed that besides all the bruises and cuts, there was blood coming from your upper right thigh. In the corner of your eyes, you spotted someone next to you, seemingly in the same situation as you were. Your brain slowly started to process sounds again as you heard Bucky calling out your name. Your head turned to look at him and you saw him lying flat on a stretcher; arms and legs strapped down to the table and a metal device attached to his skull. Being too tired and not finding the willpower to form any words, you turned your head back to face the cement ceiling. The sound of footsteps and voices entered the room and you felt a hand move over your forehead, touching something attached to it.

“Sir, the machine isn’t finished yet. We haven’t done any human trials and—” you heard a distant voice say. You recognized the voice belonging to Doctor Brown, one of the scientists you had been working with on the project.

“Doctor, the machine is finished. This is the human trial,” General Wright interrupted.

“But, Sir, so far, we have only been able to transfer the memories stored in the temporal lobe. We haven’t been able to transfer behavioral and emotional responses stored in the limbic system, let alone—” Doctor Brown is right, you thought. The machine had only been tested on a couple of orangutans, and the conclusion had been that the device had not yet been ready to safely transfer memories from subject A to subject B’s brain. Ape A had been non-responsive after the procedure, but to everyone’s surprise, ape B had been able to recognize a toy only ape A had previously been given. This had, apparently, given General Wright enough reason to continue the trials onto human participants.

Sure, it was impressive that ape B had been able to recognize the object, but they had been in the process of testing whether that was the only memory the subject retained or if any other memories had been transferred. Ape A being non-responsive had, evidently, not been a big deal, according to them. You felt a slight panic building up deep down in your chest.

“Doctor, we will continue whether you are willing to be a part of it or not. Besides, Doctor Nelson changed a few things since the last trials. Flip the goddamn switch,” the now aggravated General said. Doctor Nelson changed a few things? This must’ve happened while you had been held captive because you had no prior knowledge of this. None of the scientists you had worked with on the project were trustworthy, but Doctor Nelson was someone you wouldn’t even trust to keep a simple houseplant alive.

Blocking out the conversation between the two men, you registered Bucky’s persistent screaming. As much as you didn’t like the guy, you realized how immensely horrifying it probably was for him to yet again be strapped to a machine created by Hydra. You had heard the stories of Bucky being a part of The Winter Soldier Program and about him having been subjected to electroconvulsive therapy through the Memory Suppressing Machine. You felt bad for the guy. He has every reason to panic, you thought. There is no knowing how the human brain will react to the device. If the trials of ape A were anything to go by, the future wasn’t looking too bright for at least one of you. It surprised you that Hydra would use their prized asset for this experiment. You also knew that Hydra wasn’t fond of people betraying them. In their eyes, this probably served as a fitting punishment.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of murmuring and the machine’s engine firing up. Before you knew it the voices faded away and darkness consumed you.

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Hello there may I request the Dimitrescu daughters celebrating their s/o birthday, it’s my birthday today☺️

Happy belated birthday, anon!!! Wishing you many more happy (and hopefully less chaotic) years to come! Under read more for length.

Bela + Birthday

On one hand, she wants to be the first thing you see when you wake up. On the other hand, she’s got a million things planned, and no matter how much help she enlists, she’s bound to end up running late. So maybe she’s not the first thing you see, but she’s crawling into your bed before you have a chance to fully wake up. Wrapping her arms around you, murmuring ‘good morning’ and ‘I love you’ into your ears. Sleepy kisses all around<3

Will stay with you for as long as you want, but will ‘subtly’ encourage you to get up eventually, after all she’s spent the past month planning this day. It’s possible that she’ll end up slowly sliding out of bed, an inch a minute, saying ‘no more kisses until you get up’.

Once you’re out of bed, it’s time for a decadent breakfast. A whole buffet table filled with your favorites (the ones appropriate for this time of day, at least), with any servants you’re friends with being allowed to join in. If you’re not from Romania, Bela will go out of her way to have the cooks learn recipes from whatever country you grew up in. Might throw in a few non-breakfast items too. Mmmm, thinking about my family’s krumkake recipe now, so good<3

What happens next depends a lot on your specific personality. If you enjoy parties and social gatherings, there will be festivities in one of the castle’s larger rooms, again with any of your friends being allowed to join (even visitors from the village, should you wish to invite them). A large cake will be served, likely baked by none other than Ava Caldwell (please excuse my shameless OC mention).

If you’re more introverted, or shy, Bela will keep the gathering very small, likely just her family and you. There will be music, a few gifts from the family, similar but smaller treats. Less energetic, more casual and comfy family time.

Come lunch time, the two of you will have some private time again. Depending on weather/season, she’ll either take you for a picnic in the garden, or a quiet meal in the observatory. Think candles, lots of strategically placed flowers, warm blankets… all that cheesy stuff. Afterwards, she’ll let you take the reins for a bit. Essentially, you’ll spend some quality time doing your favorite hobbies together. Feel free to info dump/rant all you want, Bela will stare at you with love in her eyes regardless of the subject.

Once you’ve had your fun together, it’ll be time for dinner, which will once more be with her family. Everyone will be on their best behavior (under threat of blackmail, except for Alcina, who’s just, you know, a good mother who wants her daughter to be happy). Again the cooks will go all out for the meal, making whatever dishes weren’t appropriate for breakfast. There will probably be leftovers- unless, of course, you decide to let the other servants enjoy what you cannot finish.

Finally, before bed, Bela will let you open the gifts from her. The two of you will be in either her room or her private study, away from everyone else. She’ll have prepared 3 gifts for you. One will relate to your personal interests (a hobby, a movie/book series you love, etc), one will be something the two of you can do together, and the last will be something you can wear/keep on you to remind you of her (not that you could ever forget, really).

I’ll leave the detail of what happens that night to your imagination, dear reader, so as to not assume anything about *ahem* attractions, gender, or any possible… deviances (kinks, if that wasn’t clear). Regardless, there is cuddling<3

Cassandra + Birthday

Wakes you up, first thing in the morning, with kisses. Just crawls into bed with you and smothers you in somewhat sleepy affection. Do you know how hard it was for her to get up at this hour? Relatively! Which is why you’re not allowed to get up get up, at least not for a while. Mandatory girlfriend snuggles. No escape. If the two of you are, ya know, of the persuasion to do certain things… without clothing… then yeah, that’s probably also happening. Please don’t judge me, I’m tired (and asexual) and am trying to avoid this being unnecessarily ns/fw.

Doesn’t really want to share you at all, even on your birthday, but will let you mingle with friends/have a nice group breakfast if that’s what you want. Just expect to be sitting in her lap for as long as she can get you to, alright? Might tone it down if her family is around (okay, well, if her mother is around). Will pretend to judge people for whatever gifts they get you unless you specifically ask her to stop. Repeatedly whispers things in your ears to distract you, ranging from the audaciously inappropriate to “my gift is going to be so much better than that” to very sweet “I love you”s.

Lets you plan as much or as little as you want for your special day, though won’t hesitate to suggest things if you struggle to come up with stuff/can’t decide. Again, she’d prefer to spend as much of the day with you as possible, and would prefer your gatherings be very small. Like, maybe just the two of you. Going on a hike to your favorite spot, or painting together (even if you don’t know what you’re doing, because she’ll get nice and close to help ;) ), or just curling up with her somewhere cozy.

Whatever you end up doing for the day, she’ll probably have a servant pack you guys some lunches, so you don’t have to interrupt whatever you’re doing.

Dinner will be… a surprise. Planning is not her area of expertise, so Cassandra will enlist the help of her older sister, resulting in a romantic meal that, well, at least has hints of your girlfriend’s personality in it. Yes, she picked out the color of the napkins. Yes, the flowers she had asked for turned out to be poisonous, so yes they did have to swap them out last minute. Oops, you darn humans and your ‘mortal weaknesses’. Honestly, the display is very touching. She asked for help to do something nice for you<3

At the end of the night, she’ll take you to her art studio, where there’s a big painting that’s been covered up for a few days or so. She’ll pull the sheet off, oddly shy, and you’ll see it’s a lovely portrait of the two of you… except you’ll be wearing a necklace that you’ve never seen before. Which Cassandra will quickly pull out of her pocket, to give you as the second part of your gift :D

Cue a night of cuddling (and possibly other activities… such as sleeping).

Daniela + Birthday

Might as well bodyslam you first thing in the morning, honestly. She’s very excited, and loves you very much, and just wants to have some nice morning cuddling (and kissing). Solution? Make sure that she spends the previous night in the same bed as you. Seriously, it’ll save you a fair amount of pain.

Has the least planned of the three, despite having the most ideas, mostly because she struggles to actually organize things. Expect to spend however long you want in bed, just relaxing, probably still with lots of kisses and cheesy dialogue about how much she loves you. When you get up, however, the two of you will be surprised to see that Daniela’s family decided to help her get shit together.

There will be a nice breakfast, with your friends present, and Bela might even delay her own meal just to play some music for you. Afterwards, the family will give you their gifts. They won’t make you open them yet if you decide to save it for later, though, so no worries.

Then, you and Daniela will be encouraged to go out and have some fun. Which means a nice almost-picnic in the gardens, with less of a meal, more of some sweets/snackies. Cue more cuddling, and dorky poetry reading. The poetry will always start out serious… but by the end you’ll both be trying to find the lamest, cheesiest poems you can get, reading them to each other in increasingly ridiculous voices. Somehow you’ll end up reciting dirty limericks. Eventually you realize that Daniela isn’t even going through her books to find them, and is actually making them up as she goes. You’re not sure you want to know how she gained this skill.

Eventually you’ll head back inside, for lunch. At this point, there will be more music, some optional dancing, with a surprising amount of servants being allowed to just enjoy themselves. If parties aren’t your thing, Daniela will be more than willing to sneak you off somewhere more… private. For various reasons, you know. Doesn’t have to be anything more than cuddling. But this is Daniela we’re talking about, so…

The evening will mostly be up to you, with Daniela wanting to do whatever you want to do, even if it’s not something she’d normally enjoy. She just wants you to be happy<3

Dinner will be romantic, like with Cassandra, if admittedly far more chaotic. Still, it’s very lovely, and she’ll probably get adorably flustered as she tries to make things perfect for you. Expect her to get you multiple smaller gifts, and repeatedly mention that she wasn’t sure what to get you, so she kinda just… got everything. It might be best to reassure her that you mostly care about spending time with her. But, you know, also tell her you enjoy the gifts because she really did panic about them.

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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 10

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 2,651

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER TEN: NEW YEAR, NEW LIFE, SAME GOALS

Winter in Romania sucks...at least when you have a super cheat apartment that lacks any decent heating sources. Each day, you wake up and shriek at the feeling of cold floorboards beneath your toes, a problem eventually solved by wearing thick socks and fluffy slippers just about everywhere inside, but is still isn't rare for you to wear layers upon layers of clothing just to keep yourself from turning into a human ice cube.

Having already been there and done that, Bucky has never complained throughout the entirety of this terrible season. Unlike you who stubbornly refuses to leave the blanket cocoon you've created in front of the space heater, he's up strolling around with bare feet and a simple long sleeved shirt as if he's on vacation in Hawaii.

"It's not that bad," he'll state, sipping on pitch black coffee.

"Not that bad my ass," you'll reply, shivering like a leaf in a hurricane.

Needless to say, you can't wait for winter to be over (even if January’s only just started). Cuddled among worn cotton and fleece, you dream of a day where snowfall decreases and the temperature has increased which will surely brighten your bitter mood. That's when Bucky can expect your lazy annoyance to melt away with the ice, once again allowing you to have some pep in your step even if you'll still wear cozy socks with slippers for at least three months afterwards.

"We should visit Old Town."

"How could you possibly suggest such a cruel thing? Do you hate me that much? And after all I’ve done to help you, too!"

Bucky smirks against his mug, peeking through the torn newspaper plastered against the windows for a sneak peek at the white wonderland outside.

"Is it pretty out there?"

"I'm looking at a building's roof."

"So?" You grip the blankets to ensure they remain tightly around your body when you turn his way. He's leaned against the counter, mocking you by wearing only jeans and a red shirt rolled up to his elbows. You’d be angrier if it weren’t for how gosh darn good he looks.

"We should've moved somewhere that at least has pretty winters where the snow's actually white and not a slushy, black mess everywhere we go. I mean, what's the point if you can't make a proper snowman without some kids killing it seconds later?"

"Like out in the country?"

You pout, turning back to face the heater while tugging the blanket further over your head," yeah, like in the country…Haven't you ever wanted to live there far away from the burdens of society?"

Bucky hums, but doesn't respond otherwise. You refuse to peek at his reaction despite your strong temptation to.

"...It isn't too late, you know?" You mumble quietly nevertheless," we could probably find an affordable fixer-upper somewhere. Make it all nice and livable. ‘best part is we could be left alone. No more needing to go to the grocery store 'cause we'd grow our own food, no more neighbors asking what we do for a living-"

"-Except for Rosetta. I like Rosetta."

"Except for Rosetta. Yeah, she's sweet," sucking in a breath, you finally find the courage to stand up, although you still bring all the blankets along for the ride as you wobble into the kitchen," I'm not going to Old Town today."

He takes another sip of his coffee, thinking," what about a movie?"

"Now you're talking, Barnes!" Shooing him away, you try to gain access to the coffee maker yet he purposefully moves at the speed of a slug to your annoyance. At least he makes up for it by reaching over your head to retrieve your mug from the cupboard above,” and I know the perfect one, too!"

"Oh no."

"Oh, stop acting as if I've ever steered you wrong," rolling your eyes, you avoid taking the mug from him, instead swooping out from under his arm to pad across the room," be a dear and fill it for me? I gotta find the DVD!"

It's Bucky who rolls his eyes now, not that he takes any real offense. While he fills both mugs with fresh coffee, you hurry to search through your boxes of belongings, knowing for a fact you bought the specific DVD before the cold set in.

Usually you refrain from extra purchases since there's always a risk of having to leave everything behind if discovered, but you and Bucky have had good luck in Romania so far. While it isn't wise to let your guard down too much, breathing easy once in a while won't hurt anyone and when you saw this DVD at the local charity shop, you just couldn't pass it up; not when it reminds you of such a happy time.

Once locating the DVD and getting it prepared in the player, you crawl across the bed eagerly, making yourself extra snug with a stack of pillows behind your back and the blankets nuzzled high against your face. Bucky smiles at your antics, handing you your mug before turning towards the couch a full four and a half feet across the room.

"You won't be able to see the screen very well," you point out, blowing on the coffee.

"I can see it fine."

"You'll be looking at it sideways."

"It's fine."

Pouting at both his stubbornness and the fact that the coffee burns your tongue after taking even the tiniest of sips, you set the drink aside to cool properly while patting the space beside you," sure, but it'll be much better if you sit here. I promise I don't bite...usually."

He almost smirks at the 'joke', however your humor falls flat with his inner demons. You're no stranger to the concerns that plague his mind, having encountered them enough to have developed a talent for noticing even the smallest hints of insecurity he lets past his stone gaze. It's always disheartening, but you pride yourself on knowing how to help.

"James..." you let his name roll off your tongue softly, fully aware he heard you regardless of him not giving any acknowledgment," how about you move the couch over at least, hmm?"

He doesn't respond instantly, keeping his eyes aware except towards you while dwelling on the suggestion. At last, he stands which is soon followed by the sound of the couch being dragged across the wood floor. The move is effortless with his strength, completed with only one hand as he continues to nurse his drink in the other. Dropping it a mere foot from the edge of the bed, he takes a seat stiffly in the middle.

"There; a compromise," you grin, finally taking your attention off of Bucky to watch the opening credits play. All the while you maintain a glitter in your eyes, the memories flooding back to you nearly clear as day despite it having been over four decades.

"...What are we watching?" His voice is quiet, timid even.

"The Aristocats."

He scrunches his nose at the title that you joyfully announce. You're clearly a fan," the aristocrats?"

"C. A. T. S. Cats. It's a play on words."

"Is it for kids?" It's not so much of a question as it is a whine. The movie already confirms his fears by the screen being overtaken by cute little cartoon cats," you chose horror last time, now we're going to watch drawn cats?"

"This movie's special."

"Why?"

You give a reminiscence sigh," because when I first watched it, it was when my nephew had brought it over for a sleepover. He was so excited I could barely get him to sit still or keep quiet. We made popcorn and milkshakes and cuddled inside a massive pillow fort; it was the last animated movie I saw."

Bucky raises an eyebrow at this," we watched one two weeks ago.”

You merely hum at his confusion," I meant the last one I watched with him. It's been awhile."

There's a bit of silence before Bucky breaks it again,"...I didn't know you had a nephew."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Barnes," you wink, which is the last thing either of you say, allowing the rest of the movie to be viewed in peace.

Surrounded by warm blankets and armed with a mug of fresh coffee, you begin to feel much warmer than you had earlier. The pleasant memories are likely helping, too.

Throughout, you steal peeks at Bucky who relaxes more and more over time, eventually being comfortable enough to lay his head against the armrest closest to you while kicking his legs over the opposite end. You would've loved to have him next to you, head resting directly on your lap as your fingers brush through strands of hair, but this is fine, too. So long as he’s nearby, you’re more than thankful.

The movie isn't unbearably long, running for a far shorter runtime than most you’ve forced Bucky to sit through. By the time the end credits roll, you're dragging your blankets around humming 'Everybody wants to be a cat' while preparing some microwavable dinner as Bucky collects both mugs to wash.

Given the small kitchen (which is really just a section of the entire one room, one bathroom apartment), you stand with only about an inch between the two of you; a distance you're mindful of by keeping your arms close to your side.

Intensely staring at the numbers flashing on the microwave as if that will make the countdown go faster, you only glance at your partner when he clears his throat suddenly.

Despite having purposefully gained your attention, he leaves you waiting for a moment which is used to rethink his own words,"...you don't talk about yourself too often..."

"Well, we're not really here for me, we're here for you," you then chew on your lip, deciding the wording sounded wrong, thus you reiterate," I'm not too great at sharing personal details about my life. You know, being an agent and all, I'm accustomed to keeping my lips sealed on that front. That and I never thought you cared either way.”

Bucky nods, taking your answer as a polite way of telling him you'd rather not talk about it. He's prepared to let the topic die off, but you let it live.

"Why?" Leaning your arms against the corner, you cock your head to the side and smirk," curious about my tragic backstory, Barnes?"

"No, it's just..." He looks at the ceiling with a twisted face. It seems like he might deny your assumption altogether, only for him to quietly do the opposite,"...You've done so much to help me remember myself, yet I haven't done anything to get to know you. I feel like...like I should know at least something. I don't even know what you gave up to be here…”

Pushing yourself straight, you give a dramatic sigh," ‘hate to burst your bubble and all, but it wasn’t as if my life was perfectly put together before you came crashing in, so you stop acting guilty about it, will you? I still talk to my parents once a week and call friends from time-to-time to let them know I'm not dead in a ditch somewhere."

"Where do they think you are then? I can't imagine they know you're helping the Winter Soldier."

"I actually have one friend who knows who I'm with," you confess, putting your back against the counter and crossing your arms. Noticing the look of uncertainty in Bucky's eyes after this revelation, you wave a hand," don't look so worried. She's known since the beginning and while I can't say she's necessary ‘cool with it’, she's a trustworthy friend sworn to secrecy. Everybody else just thinks I'm on my honeymoon in Costa Rica."

A tint of red dusts his cheeks," and they believe that?"

"Of course. I'm a gifted liar," you laugh before adding softly," 'been doing it my whole life.”

"Duly noted," Bucky leans his own back against the corner now, his arm brushing against yours. He doesn't jerk away from the slight touch per usual, although he might've if it had been his metal arm instead.

"...So, what do you want to know about me then, Barnes?"

He gives the question some serious consideration as if his life depends on his choice,"...what was your childhood like?"

If Bucky had a hard time asking a question, then you have a harder time answering. It's a simple inquiry most people would smile at while easily explaining the earliest years of their life, however it's far more complicated with your case.

Your childhood...Which one? You've had good moments in both. (Y/n)'s childhood is most recent and the safest option in the case that someone tries to confirm the details, but Hollie's had been equally important if not more so. You were Hollie first, after all. Everything she was paved the way for who you are now.

"It was...a little rough," you confess, giving a hollow chuckle. Turning away to the window, you pretend you can see tiny snowflakes dancing in the sky, refreshing the layers upon layers covering the streets below," family life was fine, area was nice, and I excelled in school, so I managed to skip several grade levels until I was the only baby faced kid in a classroom filled with acne-ridden teens. It's just...Ugh, how do I put this...?

"I guess I've always been pretty mature for my age and that made it difficult fitting it. Kids didn't hang around since I behaved too much like an adult, adults didn't hang around since I was still technically a kid and it's probably off-putting to have an eight-year old criticize your life choices."

Bucky's eyebrows furrow as he considers how to respond," that does sound rough."

"Yeah, well, I got over it," you announce, suddenly pushing yourself away from the counter only to sit on the wobbly table across from it," things got better when I joined SHIELD. 'kinda hard to call yourself an outcast when surrounded by trained assassins, the jolly green giant, a guy who can bench press a semi, and Tony who deserves his own warning label after all the weird shit I've walked in on him doing."

Bucky gives a distant nod while starting at his feet," now that SHIELD's gone, what-?"

"-Whatever I decide, I guess," you cut him off," Natasha's been pestering me to join the Avengers, so I might as well give that a try eventually. Of course, there's still the personal goals of mine I want to check off the list, too, now that I'll have the time for it.”

"What goals are those?"

"Glad you finally asked, Barnes, because I have three," you hold up the same number of fingers, lowering one for each item," first up is making sure we get you all sorted out. I want to make sure you get to live the very life you deserve-"

"-You don't-," he begins with a frown, however you don't give him the chance to finish.

"-No, I don't have to. I said I want to. Whether you like it or not, you're my mission and friend. I never give up on either; don’t ever forget that.”

Once again, the same red tint returns to his cheeks yet he attempts to ward it off by stubbornly crossing his arms and changing the subject," second?"

"Second...Hmm...I think I'm going to buy a house in the country second. One with a big orchard, livestock, and perfect winters! Also heating that actually works."

That goal makes Bucky smile," third?"

Pausing with a glance his way, you smirk while lowering your last finger," finally marry my fiancé."

“You're actually engaged?" He blinks, his frown much deeper than it had been before with a flash of concern in his eyes.

"Yep...'have been for a looong time," resting your face in your hands, you let your cheshire grin melt into an adoring smile you sometimes wish would just give this poor clueless man a heavy hint," our relationship is a bit difficult like everything else in our lives, and I’m not entirely sure how I should approach it, but I refuse to give up on him now. I’ve waited far too long and after everything fate has put us through, it would be a tragedy not to marry him."

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The Undead Kind of Love: Part 1

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Pairing: Vampire Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When Y/N’s art project lands her in Romania she is met with very peculiar circumstances. Such as a weird old man speaking mythical nonsense, murders of both people and animals, an oncoming threat to her life, as well as her mysterious yet very hot next door neighbor with a weird obsession with beetroot juice.

You came to the Romanian capital for your college class. Your major was in Art History and you found that throughout your class you enjoyed different types of Folk Art and you enjoyed Romanian Folk Art the most. So you decided to sign a slip to study abroad to a country of your choosing and so you chose Romania. You were tasked to study the art and make your own as well as write an essay on the culture you encountered on your trip. So here you are, in Bucharest sitting at a small park bench, food in hand which had a beautiful view of ‘The Arch of Triumph’ You had your small notepad that you use to take notes on what you see for your essay but as of right now you are doodling with the infamous arch way as the sole subject. As you finished your food you begin to pack up and put your pencil and notebook away then stand up. Your next stop was the “Dimitrie Gusti National Village Museum” It is about a seven minute walk from where you are now so you begin your journey.

With your backpack over your shoulder you begin your seven minute trek when something caught your ear. It was coming from ahead of you as you make your way to the entrance of the museum. “Pleacă de aici (Go away!)” A man cried. He seemed out of his mind! He was yelling and touching patrons in an effort to diverge them away from somewhere. “trebuie să pleci acum (You must leave now!)” You weren’t sure of what to do so you just stood there staring. That was your first mistake. He immediately made eye contact with you and charged in your direction. He was spitting nonsense and you couldn’t understand what he was saying. “Părăsi! Părăsi! (Leave! Leave!)” You understand that word so as you go through your imaginary index cards you have for the Romanian language you ask “De ce? (Why?)” The man seemed confused at what you were asking. “Mort! (Dead!)” You look at him even more confused and he sighs angrily “Vampire! Here Vampire!” You look shocked. You knew this man was crazy but not this crazy! He begins to grab on to your arm in a firm grip when he is suddenly ripped off of you. “Destul! (Enough!)” You see a pair of what looked like officers pulling the man away from you. “Atenție! ( Be careful!)” The man cries. “nu ieși noaptea! (Don’t go out at night!)” The police officers are taking him away in the direction of the main road. “Morții merg pe timp de noapte (The dead walk at night!) That was the last words you heard until he was out of ear shot. A wave of strangeness incased your entire body. You felt uncomfortable so you decided to leave. ‘I’ll come here some other time...’ You think to yourself as you find yourself walking back toward the main road and away from the museum and the woods that surrounded it.

Your walk home was unnerving. You wouldn’t say you were a paranoid person or even a believer in the paranormal but the man did strike a fear in you. You use to love vampires when you were a kid. You dressed up as one for three years straight for Halloween. You went through that weird Twilight phase of putting dots of sharpie on your neck and drinking red Kool-Aid in middle school. To say you weren’t a vampire fan would be a lie but that man seemed to know more. I mean you are in Romania so it is to be expected? You sigh as you get closer and closer to your apartment complex. Your backpack seems to be getting heavier with each step you took up the stairs. You enter an outdoor hallway that is connected to the stairs you just went up and look back to the world behind you. As the chill of the Autumn air sets in and you shiver. You turn to your door and take out your keys that were provided for you by the school. 

As you jiggle the lock you hear a door open next to you. You look to your left and see a man step out. He is wearing a brownish leather jacket and a red shirt underneath. He has a cap on top of his head as his umber brown hair surrounds his face. His side profile was a chefs kiss. He had a well defined jawline accompanied with just the right amount of facial hair from what you could see his face stood stern and unmoving until they landed on you. He had equally stern baby blue eyes as he stared into you (E/C) ones. His eyes seem to have a storm behind them. He had an intimidating look to him and the air around him was intense. You felt like you couldn’t breath. His eyes were like a black hole and they were sucking you in but you weren’t sure if you wanted to escape. That brief moment felt like a life time as you are swallowed by those broken eyes. He just looks at you and walks away.

When you got inside you decided to do a little research. Your roommate has yet to return so you decided to use their computer. You go to the local online news paper and begin to look at some articles. You go to the settings in the corner of the screen and hit the translate button. As the site reloads you begin to read. Multiple headlines flash across the screen as you scroll until a specific one catches your eye. “Local Farmer Finds Cattle Slaughtered” You scroll down to see pictures of said cattle. They are strangely skinny and their eyes are sunken in, there is a chunk of meat missing on a few parts of its body -mainly around the neck area- Scrolling down more you see the museum you were suppose to go to. There was a picture of the man you encountered holding onto somebody. Looking closely you can see that it is you! You didn’t realize that you were being photographed. Luckily it was of the back of your head so no one saw your face, but it would be a cool story to tell to your friend later. As you continue to stare at the man you decide to do even more digging. You decide to look up vampires and the influence they have in this culture. What you found was interesting but you weren’t sure if it was accurate. Then again how can something mythical be accurate? You decided to write down the name of a library that is close to your apartment complex and head there tomorrow. You decide to exit and shut off the computer putting it back on the coffee table where it belongs. You get up and decide to see what you have in the fridge. Turns out there was a whole lot of nothing. ‘I really need to go to the market tomorrow...’ You think to yourself as you reach for your phone looking at different take out places. You choose the type of food you wish to eat and made sure to write down the pronunciation of each items on the menu so you can be sure to say it correctly to the best of your abilities. By the time you are done ordering your roommate walks in and gives you a small wave. You wave back to them before continuing to wait for your food. You look out the sliding door of your balcony to see the sky is pitch black. You feel a shiver go up your spine and make your way to the sliding door and shutting the blinds. You take a few steps back and calm your breathing. You don’t know why you feel so worked up over nothing but you guess that your paranoia is getting the best of you. You walk to your roommates room and knock on the door. You hear a quiet ‘come in’ so you open the door. “Hey I just wanted to let you know that I got us some food and it will be here soon.” They smile and nod and you exit the room shutting it behind you. You don’t know how long it has been but you started dozing off on the couch when you heard a knock on the door. You quickly get your wallet and approach the door opening it. You expected your food to be here. What you didn’t expect is the person holding your food in their hands. “Oh it’s you!” You exclaim making the man you saw earlier today flinch. You blush red in embarrassment. “Sorry Uh-” You begin to try and speak some Romanian but the man cuts you off. “Your food got delivered to my place...” You look even more shocked. “Oh right. I’m so sorry!” You pop your head around the corner of the door way looking for the delivery person. “Where did they go?” You ask looking up at him. “They left...” He murmurs. “They wouldn’t have left without payment... Did you pay for my food?” You ask suddenly feeling guilty. He nods. “Why don’t you come i-” “No it’s fine.” He says holding out the bag of food to you. You look between him and the food. As you look closely you can see his hand. His hands look tough, fingernails are well kept with veins protruding and leading up his arm, but the thing that caught your eye the most was how his fingertips and some of his hand was stained red. “Is that your blood!? Are you okay? Did you hurt you hand?” You ask taking the food in which he takes his hand and wipes it on his jeans even though there is no liquid on it. What ever it was you hoped it wasn’t blood because it must have been there for a while to have stained it. “No I didn’t hurt my hand. I spilled some beet root juice.” He says quietly. “Oh... Okay...” You say slightly weirded out. “Well good night.” He says before walking away. You are stood there for a moment before you call out “Good night! How do I-” You hear the sound of his apartment door slamming shut. You were debating on going over there to say something but your thoughts were interrupted by your roommate calling out to you. “Hey what are you doing with the door wide open? Is the food here?” She asks and you sigh “Yeah I’m coming in.” You say as you step back into the apartment and shut the door. A/N: I used Google Translate for the Romanian So I’m sorry if it is off. A/N: This story is for a writing challenge hosted by @lokithealligator A/N: The bolded words is number 46 in a prompt list made by @pitaparka​         -Please check both of them out they are amazing!

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