#Sam knew what it was like to be an outcast because of something out of your control

[wrenwinchester]

When Lucifer killed Cas, and Mary sacrificed herself for Sam and Dean, both of them were heartbroken.

Sam reacted how Cas would have wanted him to (he wanted Jack to get a chance to save the world), Dean reacted how Dean always reacts, emotionally and defensively.

[velvet4510]

Ok this is the most random Frodo/Sam thing to be talking about but I must say it.

In the book, two of Frodo’s lines “it did not sound like the old Sam Gamgee he thought he knew” and “[Sam] was a conspirator, and now he’s a jester!” are among my absolute favorites, yet I’ve read a few interpretations of these moments that are so bizarre I feel I must defend and point out their real meaning.

A few chapter-by-chapter analyses/reviews of LOTR that I’ve read, including some on this site, seem to think that Frodo is being condescending here, that because Sam is his servant, he’s surprised to find out that Sam has “actual opinions about things and actual talents other than gardening.”

Clearly these people don’t understand Frodo. Frodo is not condescending towards anyone! That’s one of his best qualities - he treats everyone with respect. Sam and his father both point out how Frodo, like Bilbo, has always treated them with kindness and thoughtfulness.

These lines certainly have a lot to do with the social barrier between Frodo and Sam, but it’s not because of any biases on Frodo’s part. It’s because Frodo and Sam are not close friends. Frodo’s besties are Merry and Pippin, and Sam’s besties are the Cottons. They’re not buddies who hang out and chat all the time at this point. Until now, Sam has always worked outside while Frodo is either inside or lost in thought in a book outside. They’re quite friendly with each other, but they’re not close. At this point there is still a LOT they don’t know about each other. Another reason for this is that Shire life is practically routine. Things are always the same, day by day, and there’s not much opportunity for hobbits to discuss things that are unusual or uncommon to them.

Tolkien wrote these moments to show how Shire simplicity plus the class system has prevented Frodo and Sam from being able to fully know each other. And it’s when they leave the Shire and its class system behind that Frodo learns more about Sam.

Plus don’t forget that most hobbits don’t like things that are different. At all. They dismiss anything they don’t understand. Sam has been wondering about Elves for a long time, but when they actually meet Elves, Frodo is naturally assuming/worrying that Sam will change his mind and be like everyone else. He’s thinking “now that he sees just how different they are from what we’re used to, he’ll stop liking them.” And why wouldn’t he believe this? 98% of hobbits think this way about things that are different. This is why Frodo has never fit in and has been outcast and considered “odd.” He feels like there’s nobody besides Merry and Pippin who share his curiosity about new things. And Sam’s father is so set in his ways and indifferent toward what he doesn’t understand, so why wouldn’t Sam feel the same? Frodo doesn’t know Sam well enough at this point to assume any differently.

This is why I just cannot get enough of that “it did not sound like the old Sam Gamgee he thought he knew” line. It’s just like that classic moment in love stories where one realizes they didn’t really know the other at all but is now discovering they have something special in common. Frodo worries that Sam will dismiss the Elves… but instead, Sam says something very insightful and deep about them. Sam struggles to word what he means, but Frodo gets it. And he’s amazed. It hits him that Sam is different too, like him. Sam is actually interested in foreign things and thinks deeply and critically about them, just like Frodo. Sam is a kindred spirit, and Frodo is amazed. IMO, THIS is the moment where Frodo develops deeper feelings for Sam. He discovers that Sam thinks on the same wavelength that he does.

The same thing happens when Frodo says the “jester” line. He says this after Sam spontaneously invents and sings the song about trolls. Improvising an entire song on the spot, with perfect rhymes and all, isn’t exactly something that everyone can do. I certainly couldn’t do that. That takes a certain gift. Sam’s place in the class system has nothing to do with it. There are plenty of rich snobs in the Shire who could never improvise a troll song if their lives depended on it. Trolls are foreign to the Shire and yet another thing hobbits don’t really understand, but not only that, rhyming is just plain HARD. And here Sam does it like a pro. Of course Frodo is impressed. Don’t tell me you weren’t impressed when you first read this part in the book, and I bet you weren’t looking down on Sam for being the servant. Actually this scene shows Frodo giving Sam more respect than Pippin does. Pippin asks “where did you hear that?” assuming Sam heard the song from someone else. Only Frodo can tell that Sam made it up himself. (Side note: there’s another similar moment with Pippin earlier. Pippin orders Sam to make breakfast like one would order a servant; Frodo punishes Pippin for this rudeness by yanking Pippin’s blanket away and rolling him over. Of course Sam doesn’t mind cooking at all and would’ve done it even if Pippin hadn’t asked, but that scene, though subtle, shows Frodo doesn’t like anyone talking to Sam that way. Frodo himself never orders Sam to do anything. My point holds up.)

And it goes both ways. The horrors of the Quest cause Sam to see new depths to Frodo that he never saw before. He sees Frodo’s incredible endurance against both the Wraith wound and the Ring. He sees Frodo’s incredible nobleness and bravery, choosing to take on the burden of the Ring himself. Normal life in the Shire could never have brought out these qualities in Frodo for Sam to see. Sam, too, has a lot to learn about Frodo, and the Quest lets him see Frodo at his best and at his worst.

And everything they learn about each other only makes them love each other more and more.

[carlsdarling]

She-Wolf

Y/N arrives in Alexandria and falls for Carl, but he already has a girlfriend... But Y/N is not going to accept this. Novel. Everyone is 18 and over.

WARNINGS: dark content, yandere! Reader, later violence, smut, angst

Actually, when Carl Grimes saw you for the very first time, he should have paid attention to his intuition. Because when he looked down from the wall and spotted you, your rain-soaked face under the red hood of the cranky red velvet cloak you wore, your big eyes pleading with him - he shuddered. Somehow there was something wolfish about you.

But Carl paid no further notice to the feeling; if he thought about it at all, he suspected it had something to do with the fact that you had so suddenly emerged from the sodden woods and demanded entry to Alexandria in the midst of the deluge of rain. Whatever danger there might be from you, he could see at once that you were just a lonely girl, a girl about his age.

And Carl wouldn't have been Carl if he hadn't let you in right away. After all, you could hardly take care of yourself.

What Carl didn't know was that it had only been a few days since your last group had outcast you and chased you away because you had become dubious to them. After Melanie had had her accident. But you couldn't help it, you were just the way you were. Your personality was as unusual as the red cape you wore; you had looted it from the trove of a school theater group, probably from a performance of Little Red Riding Hood.

But none of that meant that anyone had the right not to accept you for who you were, and of course you couldn't walk around alone among the walkers permanently, so it was only fair that Rick take you into Alexandria. And you weren't a bad person, either. You certainly had your good qualities, even if they were perhaps well hidden.

Admittedly, you weren't one hundred percent honest in the three questions. But at least you answered the first question truthfully, and that had to be enough. You were accepted in Alexandria and assigned a house.

From your first day, Carl Grimes had fascinated you. From the moment he met you at the gate, you were drawn to him. His charisma, his slender figure, his handsome face, his hair, you even found sexy the fact that Carl was missing an eye. And his hands. God, his hands, his fingers! Wonder if Carl even knew what he could do with fingers like that?

As it soon turned out, he knew, because he was in a relationship with a girl named Martha. When you found out about it, you felt as if ice-cold water had been poured on you, because in your mind Carl was just perfect for you and you for him. It had not been at all conceivable to you that he was already taken; it was certain to you that Carl and you belonged together. This fact was written in stone, so to speak.

You had just been on your way to the house where Carl lived with his family when he unexpectedly met you - hand in hand with this Martha. Your shock was followed by fiery anger. In your opinion, this Martha was an unremarkable, clumsy creature with straggly hair and a plain face, she was nothing special, she did not deserve Carl and by her presence prevented him from being united with his one true love - you. Martha was a worthless parasite, and you just couldn't understand what Carl liked about her. But after all, then it couldn't be serious and it would be easy to steal Carl away from Martha and make him understand where he belonged.

You were even more surprised when you met Enid, Carl's ex-girlfriend, a little later. You learned from Ron that Carl had broken up with Enid because of Martha. Enid had so much more charm and she was so much prettier; the whole thing was ridiculous. Carl had to have lost his mind. He just couldn't be serious about any of this!

In the time that followed, you often attempted to date Carl, but the two of you were never alone, he was always dragging that Martha along, and usually Enid, Ron, and his little brother Sam were also there. There just weren't many young people your age in Alexandria. Carl didn't seem to understand that you didn't just want to hang out with him, you wanted a date with him. The moment you let him know you loved him and wanted to be with him, he would break up with Martha, you were completely sure of that.

But Carl seemed to be evading you more and more after a few weeks, it almost felt like he was avoiding you. "I hardly see Carl lately," you complained to Ron.

The latter chose his words carefully. "Um, Y/N, I think he and Martha had a row about you," he said carefully. Wild joy took hold of you. Carl had probably said to Martha that he wanted to break up with her because of you, that he didn't love her. But then Ron went on to say, "Martha thinks you're trying to make a pass at Carl and is jealous. That's why Carl promised her to limit contact with you to the bare minimum, to prove her wrong."

"Fuck!" you screeched intemperately, hurling the can of Coke you'd been drinking from against the nearest tree.

Ron stared at you as if you were a ghost. "What's the matter with you?" he asked, confused.

Wordlessly, you got up and just walked away. You wouldn't let Martha do that to you. She forced Carl to stay with her, she coerced him and constricted him, even though he certainly didn't want to be with her at all! But now you would roll out the heavy artillery. You knew when Martha was on guard duty and when Carl would be home alone. You would go to him, in your prettiest outfit, and make it clear how you felt about him, and then Martha would be history. You were rock solidly convinced of that. You longed for Carl so much that it physically hurt - for kissing him, hugging him, inhaling his scent, having his dick inside you, hell, you lay in bed every night with a dripping wet pussy, pleasuring yourself, moaning Carl's name like you were insane. But it didn't help, your desire for him only grew. You wanted him. You needed him. You needed Carl Grimes like the air you breathe, and he had to finally understand that.

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Tags: @loveforcarl @knochentrocken0808

[bubblegumfrosting]

Like A Sister

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Type: angst than fluff

Summary: Y/n has liked Sam for awhile but due to their age gap Sam only sees Y/n as a younger sister. One thing leads to another and results in Y/n making a tearful confession.

Warnings: Age gap (3 years), mentions of injuries, cursing, and Dean’s shenanigans

A/n: hi! this is the first fan fiction i’ve written in a long time! i hope you enjoy it and if you have any tips for writing please feel free to dm <33

POV: First Person

I met Sam Winchester my freshman year of college. Since childhood I never had any “real” friends. No matter how extroverted or kind I was to people they always found me annoying. I wasn’t expecting much going into college, I was use to being alone.

So like any outcast I found myself sitting alone at my first “real party”, that is until Sam’s girlfriend at that time Jessica waved me over. I was shocked to meet someone as kind as Jess, she welcomed me to Stanford with open arms. When she introduced me to Sam there was an instant connection. The three of us spent the whole night joking and getting tipsy (ignore my underage shenanigans).

I learned they were going into their senior year and Sam was planning on becoming a lawyer. Personally I never knew what I wanted to do in life, so my major was well undecided. After the party I stayed in touch with Jess and Sam. My college experience was honestly pretty good, everything seemed to be going well for me for once in my life.

In the middle of the school year Sam needed to go on a “hunting trip”. Because of his absence I got to sleep over at their dorm, which was much nicer than mine.

The night Sam returned I was far too tired to go back to my room so I just stayed over. That’s the night it happened, when my world changed. My best friend was on the ceiling in flames, I had to be dragged out by Sam’s older brother Dean because I refused to leave her. Sam mentioned going on a road trip after the accident and I told him I wanted to go. There was no longer anything left for me there at college. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life and how could someone go back into society after witnessing something so terrifying. It took a lot of convincing Sam and than Sam convincing Dean to let me come with them but eventually I got my way.

That year I learned the truth, the truth about what’s in the dark. I became a hunter, and a pretty good one might I add. Due to my age the brothers baby me all the time, I’ve never minded it, that is until Sam said I was like their little sister. Hearing him say that made my heart ache. I’ve liked Sam for a awhile, I never mentioned it because he was in a relationship and then well grieving the loss of that relationship. There was never a right time to “confess my feelings”. So here I am hopelessly devoted to someone who sees me as a child and also here I am using myself as bait to catch a blood thirsty vampire.

“Come on! I’m over here, I know you want a bite outta this!”, I yelled out into the empty ware house.

POV: 3rd Person

Sam was very much against the idea of using you as bait but since this vampire only went after girls he really didn’t have a choice did he?

“Dean, shouldn’t we be closer, you know if something goes wrong?”, Sam spoke while him and Dean hid behind a pillar machetes in hand.

“Dude calm your panties, your little girlfriend is going to be fine”, the eldest said smugly.

“Ew! Dean don’t say stuff like that, she’s like …like..my little sister!”, Sam scoffed.

“If you look at your siblings the way you look at her than I don’t think I’m comfortable being your brother Sammy.”, Dean pats his younger brothers back.

“Whatever, let’s focus okay.”, Sam ended the conversation and the two waited.

Sam couldn’t explain what he was feeling, he was confused by what Dean said but than again he knew his brother was right. Sam has always cared for you but these past few months his feelings grew. He found himself staring at you when you weren’t looking and constantly worrying about whether you were safe or not.

“God! Are you ever gonna come out or what you bitch!”, you screamed getting a little antsy.

Suddenly a man popped out from the dark and swiftly knocked you to the ground. You felt your head hit the cement and blood trickled down your face, “Who are you calling a bitch..bitch?”. The man revealed his razor sharp teeth and lunged on top of you.

“God, when was the last time you seen a dentist?”, you yelled.

“Dean now!”, Sam exclaimed and the two brothers sprinted towards the action. In an instant the once “alive” vampire was laying on top of you headless.

“I’m going to puke”, you pushed the body off yours and Sam helped you off the ground.

Sam had a worried expression on his face, “Hey hey hey, are you okay, does anything hurt? Did you hit your head? How many fingers am I holding up?“, he held up three fingers.

“Ten”, you said jokingly, “I’m okay Sam I promise, I definitely thought I was a goner though”.

“We thought about leaving you but Sam decided against it.”, Dean said wrapping an arm around your shoulders and the three of you walked out of the ware house.

When you arrived at the motel Sam insisted to check the cut on your head while Dean went out to get a beer.

“This needs stitches Y/n.”, he sighed and got out the first aid kit. “Sit on the bed.”.

“No please! I’m fine! I promise, I don’t need stitches”, you look into his eyes and pout. Sam turned his head away to hide the fact he was blushing.

“Sit, now.”, he said sternly and you did as you were told. He sat beside you and grabbed the belt laying on the bedside table. “It will be over in an instant, here bite down on this.”. You bit down and closed your eyes. The only thing you could taste was leather mixed with tears.

After what seemed to be a life time, the stitch work was done. Sam gently took the belt from your mouth and you opened your eyes. You wiped the tears from your face looked down, “No wonder you see me as a baby, I cry over a little cut.”.

“Who ever said I see you as a baby”, Sam questioned and you looked back up.

“You did genius, you said I was “like your little sister”.”, you got up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom, Sam follows close behind.

“Well I guess it’s just because your so much younger than me and-“, Sam started.

You turned to face him, “Thanks for reminding me, it’s not like I think about it everyday! Think about how maybe if I was older-.”, you paused, “Never mind, sorry forget I said anything.”, you brush past him but he grabs your wrist and you turn back towards him.

“Maybe if you were older what?”, he asked as his eyes melted you under their gaze.

“Are you really going to make me do this?”, he looked at you with a pleading face. “Fine, I..I like you. Fuck! I don’t just like you Sam I love you.”, your eyes go blurry due to tears forming and you can’t even see what Sam’s expression was so you just kept talking. “I’ve always loved you and everyday I’m reminded that you could never feel the same way because I’m some stupid kid, some burden you have to worry about-“. Before you could finish Sam stepped towards you with urgency and cupped your face pulling you in to meet his lips with yours . After a couple seconds you both pulled away and he wiped your tears with his thumb.

“Never call yourself a burden Y/n, you are the most kindest, loving person I know and I’m sorry I didn’t know this sooner but I love you, I truly love you.”, you looked into his eyes and smiled as you pulled him in for another kiss.

“Finally god damn!”, Dean sat on the motel bed kicking off his shoes. Sam and you turned in shock to see him sitting there. “I’m so happy I won’t have to deal with the both of you eye fucking each other anymore.”.

“How long have you been here?!”, you exclaimed.

“I don’t know, like the whole time.”, Dean cheekily smiled and turned on the tv.

You looked back at Sam and smiled, “I never thought you’d feel the same way.”.

Sam brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Well I never thought Dean would be right about something but here we are.”, he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Ay! I’m still here, stop the smooching!”, Dean said dramatically.

The three of you laughed, and everything was perfect.

[agentrouka-blog]

There is an essential difference between Arya and Jon, one which is very difficult to reconcile, and makes them romantically incompatible. While it is true they are both outcasts to their society, the reasons cannot be more different. For Arya, the system doesn't reject her but her interests, while she herself rejects the traditional role it forces upon her. If it were up to her, she would absolutely like to fit in, but not at the expense of her interests. For Jon, it is something beyond his control, he doesn't reject the system, the system rejects him. His interests and desires are all traditional, but he is a bastard, so he cannot pursue them.

Very true.

What Jon desires fiercely (so fiercely it makes him ashamed of himself):

He would make me Lord of Winterfell. The wind was gusting, and Jon felt so light-headed he was half afraid it would blow him off the Wall. " (ASOS, Jon XI)

I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall. I could name him Robb. Val would want to keep her sister's son, but we could foster him at Winterfell, and Gilly's boy as well. Sam would never need to tell his lie. We'd find a place for Gilly too, and Sam could come visit her once a year or so. Mance's son and Craster's would grow up brothers, as I once did with Robb. He wanted it, Jon knew then. He wanted it as much as he had ever wanted anything. I have always wanted it, he thought, guiltily. May the gods forgive me. It was a hunger inside him, sharp as a dragonglass blade. A hunger . . . he could feel it.  (ASOS, Jon XII)

What Arya thinks of that life:

Arya cocked her head to one side. "Can I be a king's councillor and build castles and become the High Septon?" "You," Ned said, kissing her lightly on the brow, "will marry a king and rule his castle, and your sons will be knights and princes and lords and, yes, perhaps even a High Septon." Arya screwed up her face. "No," she said, "that's Sansa." She folded up her right leg and resumed her balancing. Ned sighed and left her there. (AGOT, Eddard V)

And again:

Or if it is marriage and children you desire, tell me, and we shall find a husband for you. Some honest apprentice boy, a rich old man, a seafarer, whatever you desire." She wanted none of that. Wordless, she shook her head. (AFFC, Arya II)

(Yes, she could change her mind about this one day, but for the purposes of the story GRRM is telling, Arya is very consistently not interested in this stuff.)

Jon desperately wants a traditional (highborn) marriage and family. His status prevents him from having that.

Arya could easily have that same thing. She does not want it. Not wanting it is what makes her an odd duck in the first place.

They are very close because they both relate to the feeling of not belonging and being shut out of the life they want, while both very much do not want the same things for their own respective lives.

[briskoftrouty]

Continued

@teasedontplease

Broken hearts; the break ups haunt you. Sam always had a big heart; he felt it came from being a big brother. He tended to sugarcoat his feelings in order to put his siblings first. He cared about others more than he wanted to care about himself. When it came to Lima he felt he’d be the outcast, he never expected to be recruited from the glee club, or to make it onto the football team. He wanted to be involved. He wanted to be liked. But he got more than he felt he deserved. 

Quinn; she was the princess, the sweetheart of the cheerios. She was the it girl; and I liked her instantly. The second I laid eyes on her I felt that flutter in my chest. And I knew I wanted to win her over. She had reservations, she had her own secrets. Obviously he heard the rumors of her history; of the gossip mill. But Sam never cared he didn’t care about her mistakes from the year before. I cared about getting to know the her now. I had been stupid and naive to believe the blonde would fall in love with me. I had been stupid and got wrapped up in the us i wanted. Did I think too far beyond high school? Absolutely not. I had no idea what my future looked like; I played the days one at a time. I tried to replay the days that led up to the female cheating on me. Could I have do something differently? Was it my fault she felt the need to fall into the arms of an ex? Sam kept replaying the thoughts in his mind. And he was the good guy; the guy that cared a tad too much until she gave me the reason to turn my back on her. My biggest mistake was falling for Santana’s game; believing her when she told me she thought I should know. I was hurt, I felt my heart break into two. 

I lashed out; I felt out of character being with Santana; but it was easier than to face the hurt I felt. Each time I looked at her I felt the tighten of my chest, I felt the thought of wanting to cry spring to my eyes, but Quinn didn’t deserve me to react; she had hurt me on her own. But I also was sorry for hurting her instead of being the man my dad raised me to be which was to comfort the people who upset you. To comfort those that did you wrong. I had morals and for a few weeks I lost sight of it. But now I knew I was wrong; and that’s why I felt a piece of myself was forgiving Quinn. I cared enough to drag her out of her house after the accident. I cared enough to look her in the eye; to lash it out with each other. 

Tension and awkwardness; but I think the storm passed as we sat within the walls of my car. I felt the tension slowly wash away; I felt like we had to forgive ourselves before being able to be friends. Did I love Quinn? Yes; no doubt, but I was in no means prepared to jump right in. She had to earn the right to make her way into my heart again. Today wasn’t about us; it was about her; the want to take her mind off her injuries for a few hours. I had a plan in notion; the movie in the park; it would be dark in a few hours; and even if we sat in the car facing the screen I think she’d smile because it was her favorite movie. Well one of them. 

Hand rested on the wheel at the subject of prom. Did I detect a hint of hopefulness in her voice? Did I detect that she wanted me to ask her? Maybe a few months ago I would’ve but now? I didn’t trust myself or the blonde sitting in the seat next to me. I had tried to dodge the answer; not wanting to hurt Quinn and I didn’t lie. Tina and mike did want to go as a group; well more like I was tagging along as the third wheel. I had to laugh at myself how pathetic..? The blonde held his laugh until I turned his gaze over to the female. A soften gaze fixed onto his features. 

“ You know, I’m sure if you wanted you can tag along with the group, the more the better right?” A lightness to his voice shown, as he extended his hand out to place upon her own. A small touch to say he understood. “ I think each one of us is, for what it’s worth, you always have my vote for queen.” A softness in him; his eyes fixated on her; holding her gaze, a moment; one where he knew he was going to be in trouble.

[thebreakfastgenie]

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I am going to take this opportunity (highly appreciated!) to talk about one of my personal favorite things I've written, Campfire.

I started writing this fic in the woods. I was literally in the woods (in Maine of course) and I had left my phone in the car because there was no reception anyway. And this fic just started coming to me in waves. Entire sentences. I was terrified I would forget it before I could write it down. When we went to the car for lunch, I grabbed my phone and quickly put some stuff in the notes app so I wouldn't forget.

And then we got home and my mom wanted to watch that Amazon Prime Cinderella movie and I just wanted to write. Aaaaaaa. So this is all leading into one of the things I'm not totally happy with, and probably why I think technically it's not quite on par with The Emergency Room, which is that I was so eager to get it posted the second half could have been better. It's not bad, but I'm not sure it's up to the first half.

The other thing I'm not entirely happy with is the title. It's fine, but I just went with it because I couldn't think of anything else, which is usually the case with my one-word titles.

The response to this fic was really gratifying, because I wasn't sure to what extent fans of a politics show would put up with what I affectionately thought of as summer camp bullshit. I'd had the image of Josh as a kid talking about his dead sister after being encouraged by a counselor, and everyone reacting uncomfortably, in mind for a long time.

My original vision for the summer camp section, when started writing it in the woods, was much darker. Josh remained a social outcast for the entire summer, and the focus was really on Irving. Irving was originally going to ruffle his hair during the breakfast scene, but I was worried that was too creepy, so I changed it to just a nod. I'm not sure that was the right call.

Before I left the woods, Issac, Barry, and Becca had demanded their existence, and Josh had friends. I looked up several alternative names for Becca, but ended up going back to my first choice. Two boys and a girl felt natural, but of course it mirrors Toby, Sam, and CJ.

I think my favorite part of this fic is the parallelism of "though they leave that part unspoken"/"though he leaves that part unspoken." I had quite a time trying to find books for Josh to read and I never really found one that was the exact level of recognizable I was going for. The little moment of guilt over tossing the bag is the sort of thing I would feel.

I named a kid with some minor significance Aaron, and people probably assumed it was a reference to Aaron Sorkin, but I honestly forgot that was his name. I was just looking for nice Jewish boy names to fill out the camp and it was hard because I didn't want to use names like David and Daniel that already belonged to somebody in the show. Alan from Hoboken is funny in hindsight because shortly afterward I would become obsessed with Alan Alda, famous for living in New Jersey.

"he knows that Cadillacs crash just as often as Chevrolets" I thought about googling the actual safety stats but I didn't. The choice of these two cars as a class signifier is entirely taken from Movin' Out by Billy Joel.

Something I think about a lot with Josh (especially but not exclusively in relation to Toby) is that he comes from a very privileged background, but he still has this major trauma. It's really very Jewish. That's why I wrote the part about "sheltered suburban kids." Then there's this:

What he learns is: they don’t talk about it.

I love this sentence to death in my head. I can hear the pause. I could not figure out how to make it look right. I tried a comma, a semicolon, and a colon, as well as no punctuation and just italicizing the second clause. I finally went with the one I hated least.

The genesis of the second half is that I've long believed CJ was the first of the main characters (aside from Leo, who as a friend of the family likely already knew) that Josh told about Joanie. I'm really invested in their sibling dynamic, and CJ is the one he talks to in The Crackpots and These Women. I had done this one-shot-two-narratives thing before with The Apple, and I really like it!

I'm really happy with this piece of dialogue in this scene:

“I’m sorry," she says, after a moment. “I mean, not I’m sorry. I'm just— I’m sorry seems so trite, but I can’t think of what else to say.” She takes a breath, composes herself. “I’m sorry I don’t know what to say.” Josh forces a sideways smile, wanting to reassure her. “No one does. It’s okay.” “It’s not,” she says. He shrugs, just one shoulder. “Maybe not.”

I wrote this story in September, a month that always gets a little weird and angsty for me as the anniversary of my best friend's death when I was ten approaches, and that definitely found its way into the fic. The details are all fictional, but Camp Greenfern is based on Camp Winnebago, where my grandfather's ashes were scattered.

I'd really like to write more about Josh and CJ, eventually.

[liopleurodean]

Season 10, Episode 16: Paint It Black

Ah, confession

Spooky

Uh oh

He's gonna kill himself

Or maybe not himself

Nope, I was right the first time

Yikes

Okay, that's funny

What is her game?

Maybe that's his point

You've given him no reason to trust you

I put you in this world, I can take you out of it

Yikes

Sam?

Freaky

Interesting

This is cute

It's an escape

Still might work

Or to wreak havoc

Good for you, Dean, because you're right

Here we go again

It's one of them

She's gonna kill him

But that breaks the pattern!

Definitely some kind of possession

What are the laws around that?

She might be able to help

Allman and Betts most likely refers to either Duane or Gregg Allman and Dickey Betts, who were in the Allman Brothers Band (known for songs like Ramblin' Man and Whipping Post).

Maybe, maybe not

Weird

Sam. Don't blow cover

Something like that

Of course

That's strange

That's one way to put it

Interesting question

That makes sense

I think he knows

Sure.

You'd be surprised

Dean. Dean, don't do that

That's an excellent way to phrase that!

It's an idea

Because she has no clue

Mm, no

Oh, Dean, no

I thought he went in season 2? Houses of the Holy? Or am I wrong about that?

Very dramatic

Interesting

Oh boy

Sure. We can call it that

Nice

Is that what this was all about??? She got kicked out because of Crowley?????

It works in her favor

Oh, poor girl

Oh. Oh, that's really not good

Did- did she just swear on Jesus? She's not supposed to do that.

Oh no

That's so sad

So, where does the magic come in?

That was sudden

Rowena, you're crazy

That makes sense

Yeah, definitely worse

Who?

OH. THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE

Really I should've caught it with the 'bunker' comment

Dean.

I'm sure

Not this again

This is ridiculous

But this isn't a real confession

Wait, so like... what's the exchange rate on those? How does he decide what prayers for you to say in penance?

Well, at least that sounds right.

Maybe.

Dean...

Here's the real confession

Oh, Dean...

Wait. Waitwaitwait, you're telling me that he said this line in CONFESSION? I've seen this all over the place, but he's CONFESSING HIS SINS TO GOD WHILE ALSO IMPLYING QUEERNESS. WHAT THE HECK.

Yeah, sure.

He knows. He knows that implicitly.

Heh. Not in his life.

Oh boy

I know he did

Uh oh. Something's gonna go wrong

The Father?

A witch?

She killed them.

So, it seems like it's Isabella's ghost

Huh. Was not expecting that

Not this one

So, she knew all this time that Isabella was a ghost

Well that's actually good, for once

Probably

Weird.

That really doesn't make sense

The Winchesters know

Here we go

Always the Winchesters!

Interesting

She's been outcast. It doesn't matter anymore

Witchcraft is weird, man

She knows what's happening to her

With salt!

Sam. Burn the book

The paintings.

So she's tethered to the work that Piero made in her honor

Whoa!

They're too late, the Father is dead

Aaand the nun is possessed

Okay, maybe Sam is right

That's the whole freaking point of Christ but alright

Took him long enough

That's actually really funny

Turns out they're useful after all

That's suspicious

Weird

Dean. You've never had reason for that

Very funny, Dean

Don't worry about it, Sam

Yeah, sure.

I don't think there's much else he can do

Sam.

[five-rivers]

Prompt: People now know that Danny Fenton is a ghost/half-ghost, but not that he’s Phantom. People assume that Danny is a fairly weak ghost. People are about to be proven very, very wrong.

"So," asked Mikey, "have you ever been to the Ghost Zone?"

"We've all been to the Ghost Zone," said Danny, raising an eyebrow. "The whole town was sucked in, remember?"

"That doesn't count," said Mikey. "We stayed in town the whole time. We didn't go anywhere."

Danny sighed and put down his sandwich. This was going to be another Q&A session. "Yes, I've been to the Ghost Zone."

"Is it scary there?" asked Star, leaning in.

Danny leaned back, and Sam and Tucker nudged him with their elbows, a silent promise to back him up if he wanted to run for it. He'd been outed as a half-ghost a week ago, thanks to one of his parents' inventions, not long enough for the novelty to wear off. He wasn't, quite, popular, but by some strange alchemy of social pressures and the local fascination with ghosts, he wasn't a complete outcast anymore, either.

"I mean, it is full of ghosts and there are some dangerous spots, but... Not really. It can actually be calming to float there."

"You can float?" asked Mikey, eagerly.

"Yes...?" said Danny.

"Do you have any friends there?" asked Star.

"Yeah!" said Danny, distracted from Mikey apparently not knowing he could fly. "A bunch! Most of the ghosts that come here are the really aggressive ones who are looking for a fight. But most ghosts in the GZ just want to be left alone to do their own thing, really, just like humans."

"What are they like?" asked Star. "Have you met any cool people?"

"Hah!" shouted Dash, who was passing by. "Fenton couldn't meet cool people if it killed him!"

"Wow," drawled Danny, resting his cheek on his fist. "What does that say about you, I wonder?"

"Huh?"

"Never change, Dash?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The bell rang. Danny sighed. Time for class, he supposed. He shoved the rest of his sandwich into his mouth.

"That's gross, Danny," said Sam.

Danny shrugged in response, mouth too full to properly respond. They walked out into the courtyard.

Then Danny's ghost sense went off, an interesting sensation with a full mouth. He swallowed.

"Great," he said. "Hey, everyone! There's about to be a ghost attack! Or, at least, a ghost will be here. Soon."

"Wait, is that how you always run off right before there's a ghost attack?" asked Mikey.

"I'm not exactly running off-"

"Alright, everyone evacuate!" said Mr. Lancer, who had been the lunch monitor today. "You know your plans! And you can come with us for once, Mr. Fenton."

"But I've got to fight the ghost?" said Danny gesturing.

"I know you have a few special abilities from your condition, but this really isn't the time," said Mr. Lancer.

Danny stared as other students ran from the courtyard. "Okay, what? I feel like we're missing something here. A few powers?"

"Today will be the day, whelp!"

Shaking off the strangeness, Danny turned to his enemy. And transformed. Because why not? Everyone knew he was half-ghost, now.

.

"Are you seriously telling me that no one knew I was Phantom? It's been a week."

"We know," said Principal Ishiyama, tiredly.

"And you're telling me the school was okay with me being half-ghost, but they're drawing the line at me being Phantom."

"Well, we obviously had a very different conception of what half-ghost meant," said Principal Ishiyama, rubbing her temples, "and you aren't expelled or suspended or anything. Just. We feel like it would be better for you to go home early today. For us all to... process. Besides, your... life? Your life was threatened by a dangerous ghost today."

"He does that once a week," said Danny, unamused.

"Still. You can come back on Monday. Please."

The office door slammed open, revealing Jack and Maddie.

"YOU'RE PHANTOM?"

"How did you guys also miss that?"

[phantomrose96]

Fenton Fact

Danny leaned back against the red brick chimney of the Casper High roof, and he looked across the stretch of land rolling far off from the building top. For a place so off-limits, so hidden-away from the normal bustle of the school, the view really wasn’t anything special. Sure, the school was decently tall, but it overlooked the staff parking lot, and the empty Casper High tennis courts, and the back of a strip mall two blocks over with the recently-haunted laundromat.

Not that it mattered. It took more than tall-building-views to impress Danny anyway, even the nice ones. And he wasn’t up here for the view.

Danny let his eyes drift shut.

“Sup loner, room for one more?”

Danny startled, and it wasn’t Sam’s voice specifically that startled him. (He’d grown used to her bursting from his Fenton Phone earpiece during most nightly patrols.) He’d just lulled himself a bit too comfortably into the idea that no other human could follow him to the top of the locked rooftop of the Casper High building.

“Did I just surprise a ghost?” Sam asked. “Should I do it again with a ‘boo’?”

“Haha,” Danny answered with a fake chuckle. He blinked himself back to prickly awareness, drowsiness batted away like dust bunnies, and stared up at Sam. “I’m not surprised. I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be on the roof. How did you even—”

Sam was a few steps ahead of him. In explanation, she waggled the Fenton-branded grappling hook gripped in hand.

Danny leaned back with a faux-exasperated sigh. “Since when do you even have a grappling hook?”

“Since I told your mom it would be a wildly cool line of gear to add to the Fenton brand.”

“Does this mean my mom now has a grappling hook too?”

“Yes. And your dad. And Jazz. And Tucker.”

“Great. When I go home and all the ceiling fans are torn down I’ll know why.”

A gentle silence lapsed over them, punctuated with the swell of fall wind.

“So…” Sam continued. “Can I sit here?”

“Huh?” Danny looked at her, anchoring his drifting thoughts once more. “Oh, yeah. I thought the ‘yeah’ was implied.” Danny shuffled a bit to the side, back still resting against the chimney. He patted the spot he cleared. “What am I gonna tell you? No?”

“Just making sure.” Sam stowed the grappling hook to the side of her belt and settled into the spot beside Danny, feet outstretched. “In case maybe you wanted some alone time.”

“’Alone time’ isn’t really something I get anymore. I’ve had about a hundred-too-many ghosts crash through my bedroom for that.”

“So why the roof?”

“Roof is more for uh…” Danny twirled his hand, “‘less adoring crowds’ time. ‘Less classmates ogling me’ time. You can stay so long as you don’t ask me to sign anything.”

“I was never interested in the parasocial or capitalistic value of celebrity signatures. Besides, you cross your ‘t’s weird.”

Danny replied with a half-hearted chuckle. His line of sight drifted into the middle-distance again, unfocused.

“Is it getting to be too much?” Sam asked.

“Hmm?” Danny answered, eyes shifting back to her.

Sam gestured broadly, hands and arms outstretched. “You know just. All this. Everything.”

“…Nah.”

Another small silence grew from the cracks in the concrete between them.

“Paulina and Star are looking for you. You know that, right?”

“Oh, are they?”

“Danny. You knew that.”

“Maybe.”

“…And you’re not interested in seeing what they want?”

“I figure Tucker is keeping them busy.”

“You’re unfortunately right.”

“Phantom Phacts?”

“Phantom Phacts.” Sam nodded. “I made him promise to leave out any embarrassing trivia from the trivia section.”

“Thanks for that,” Danny answered. “Is his presentation any good?”

“You think I’ve ever stuck around to hear it?”

“Fair.”

Sam pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around her legs and set her chin to her knees, staring forward.

“You’re really not interested in sitting with Star and Paulina for lunch?”

“Not really. Why? Is that bad?”

“No, it’s absolutely great. But I’m…” Sam shrugged, “surprised, I guess. I feel like usually you’d jump at the opportunity. And I kinda don’t think you’re refusing because you’ve suddenly recognized the banality of A-lister status.”

“Maybe that is what happened, you don’t know that. Down with capitalism, Sam.”

“Danny.” Sam tilted a fraction to face him. “I’m worried that this is all too much for you, and you just won’t admit it.”

Danny sat with the silence that followed. “I don’t think it’s too much. I’m just—I dunno. I mean. I’m just not feeling it.”

“…You can admit if it’s overwhelming, Danny. I’ll be the first to shut down ‘Phantom Phacts’ if it is.”

“Nah, nah let Tucker have his fun. He’s not the problem. It’s… I dunno.” Danny pushed himself taller against the chimney, upright now and unslumped. “It’s a little bit overwhelming, I guess, maybe. But it’s kind of what I expected. Maybe even a little easier than I was expecting. I thought I’d be dealing with a lot of Phantom-hate once everyone knew but, I guess that kind of died down a long time before everyone knew.”

“Valerie holding you at gunpoint in the cafeteria wasn’t Phantom-hate?”

“We’ve had a lot of good talks since then, okay?”

Sam let out a quiet laugh. “So then… why aren’t you sitting with the popular kids right now?”

“I just didn’t want to, I guess?”

“And why didn’t you want to?”

“It just didn’t really feel right.”

“Is it because of me?” Sam asked, another side-long glance cast to Danny. “Because you can sit with them. I’ll still make fun of you if you do, but you don’t have to… not sit with them because of me.”

“What? Huh—no. Nah, nah I mean I do care what you think Sam. But I mean if I wanted to be sitting with them then I would so. I mean. You don’t have to worry that it’s you.”

“So then what is it?”

Danny took a moment to answer.

“It’s just… it’s a feeling. I dunno. Like.” Danny spread his arms out. “The invitation is wrong? Or the invitation isn’t actually for me?”

“…The invitation is for Phantom instead?”

Pensive indecision set into Danny’s eyes. “That’s not totally it. Because I mean I AM Phantom. I’m not not me when I’m Phantom. Maybe I trash-talk a little more in ghost form but I’m not… not me. That’s still just me. You know that.”

“Right, yeah, no Danny. It just sounded like that’s what you were saying.” Sam let her legs slide out a few inches. “So what are you saying?”

Danny sat with the question. “When the news first picked up on Phantom, way back when—Inviso-Bill?—that wasn’t really anyone, you know? They made up some spooky icon to make the news about. Which was just like, whatever, not me. I didn’t even take ‘Inviso-Bill’ too personally because that just wasn’t me. And even when I stopped being an enemy and started actually being ‘Danny Phantom’… no one actually got it right, you know? They kind of came up with a character for me. Just some hero. I listen to the news and how they talk about me and I think, even now, I think ‘That isn’t me.’”

Danny pulled his knees in, a mirror to Sam, and stared down into his tattered jean fabric. “And when everyone learned I’m Phantom I guess I kind of expected them to be like ‘Oh it’s Fenton’ and then that fake version of Phantom would go away.” Danny raised his eyes to Sam, far more bothered than before. “…I think the opposite happened. They don’t look at Phantom and think ‘oh it’s Fenton’. They look at Fenton and think ‘oh it’s Phantom.’ I think Danny Fenton got put away. I think the person I was for 14 years doesn’t exist to them anymore. Whoever they invited to lunch isn’t me. He doesn’t exist. But I’m suddenly responsible for him. And it’s not even me.”

Danny paused. “And now I’ve been wondering like… how long until I disappoint them? You know? How long until I do something that makes them angry because I’m not doing the thing they expect ‘Phantom’ to do? How long until they start seeing there’s too much ‘Fenton’ in me and they start to hate me for it all over again? For them to really like me, I don’t think I can be me, and I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to be someone who doesn’t just disappoint everyone in the end.”

A long gust of wind swept between them, stealing away the seconds.

“…So now you’re hiding on the roof.”

“It was the easiest solution to my problem.”

“But not a lasting one, if you ever want to get down.” The wind settled, and Sam swept a lock of hair behind her ear. “…Do you care if you disappoint them?”

Danny shrugged. “I. Yeah. I think. I don’t—I don’t think I totally know for certain, but I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

“Well, you’re not going to disappoint me, or Jazz, or Tucker—and if Tucker does act disappointed over any lost Phantom Phacts ventures I’ll whap him over the head. But I mean, we know who you are. We’re not going to be disappointed realizing you’re not ‘Phantom.’ The worst you can do is land right back where you started.”

“And what if I started acting like ‘Phantom’ instead. Would that disappoint you guys?”

“Do you want to act like ‘Phantom’?”

Danny paused. “…No. Not at all.”

“Then don’t. It’s that simple.” Sam stood, and she stretched until her back popped. “It’s not your responsibility to uphold whatever delusions people project onto you. I won’t hesitate to call them out on it. You know I’m good at being direct, and you know I’m even better at making enemies.”

“I don’t wanna be mean to them though when they’re finally being nice.”

“They’re not being nice, they’re projecting. If their niceness to you is conditional on you fitting to the box they created for you, that’s not nice, that’s manipulation, and it’s exactly the root of my ever-frothing disdain for popularity. It’s always some element about popular people that people latch on to, and they can fit the box that people give them, or they can reject it and find themselves wallowing amongst us outcasts. Don’t do that to yourself, Danny. Don’t live in their chains.” Sam tilted her head to Danny. “You spend all day trapping ghosts into tight little boxes and you can’t even recognize when it’s happening to you. I think you’d be better at spotting this.”

“It’s a cylinder, really. The thermos. It’s a cylinder. And don’t say ‘box’ so much. You might summon company.”

“You just said ‘box’ though.”

“I did say ‘box’.”

“Box.”

“Box.”

Sam laughed, noise trailing light on her lips. “…Feeling any better?”

“A little, I think… I still… I still think I... it's not as easy to just say 'I don't care if I disappoint them.' It's still scary. I don’t want to end up proving them right that they were right to hate me all along.”

“Are the opinions of Dash Baxter really the ones to be holding on a pedestal? Is his opinion of you really more important than what you think of yourself? You’ve been through this with the A-listers already. Don’t torture yourself again just because the door is wide open. I promise you Danny, it won’t make you happy.”

“So I should just do whatever makes me happy?”

“Every time.” Sam nodded.

"Even if I'm a total disappointing loser?"

"All the better."

"Even if I blow any chance I have with Paulina out the window?"

“Wouldn't have it any other way. Got any idea what you intend to say to her when she finds you?”

Danny paused. He pushed himself standing. “Maybe I could talk her ear off about NASA until she gets bored of me?”

“Excellent. Can I join? I have a lot to say about SpaceX and private capital encroaching on space exploration.”

“Does that apply to me? I’ve been to space. Am I private capital?”

“You’re not private capital.”

“Then what am I?”

“Annoying.” Sam locked arms with Danny, and dragged him along forward, her combat boots clunking against the rooftop. “And my friend. Come on. I’ll brief you on everything wrong with privately-owned space exploration while we’re rappelling down the side of the building with my sick and cool as hell grappling hook.”

“I can fly.”

“And I have a sick grappling hook. What’s your point.”

“It’s probably called a ‘Fenton Hook.’”

“Is that a Phantom Phact?”

Danny shook his head, and a smile pulled on his lips. “Nah. I think it’s a Fenton Fact.”

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 10

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sam helps you out in planning for the launch while Bucky is away.

Word Count: 4.2k (woopsies)

Warnings: SMUT is back, angry unprotected sex, spitting, a tiny hint at scratching and choking, some hurtful words thrown in yada yada yada, kinda intense asjkcackansk

A/N: STRAP THE FUCK IN BECAUSE WE BOUTTA RIDE A DAMN ROLLERCOASTER OMG I’m nervous for this because I found this part very intense while writing it. And I hope it comes across as that to y’all as well because my fingers ached from how hard I was typing this part lmfao. Team Bucky vs Team Reader/Team Sam here we goooo sksksk enjoy

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

You didn't accept Sam's invitation to connect in LinkedIn. Not yet. But it did give you several ideas, like maybe submitting a resignation letter? Get away from Bucky and his toxic ass? He has Mackenzie now, he can easily have her take over your position anyway.

However, you were also torn because you loved your job at Bucky's company. It paved way for you to improve your skills and you experienced a lot of growth too. And well, Bucky's there too but god, you hated him right now. As much as you wanted to wave the white flag, you didn't feel like it was the right thing to do.

You wanted Bucky to learn that not everything he wants, he can easily get. And Mark was right, that you weren't just a trophy employee or whatever. You were so much more than what Bucky probably thinks of you.

And you were going to prove him that.

-

"Hey, Bev. Can you ring up your boss for me? Tell him I want to go over some of the plans I made for the launch before I discuss it with Mackenzie tomorrow." you asked.

Beverly was about to lift the phone up when an unexpected visitor arrived. None other than Sam Wilson himself.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop but did I hear you correctly? You've already made some plans for the launch?" he asked with interest.

You chuckled, "Sort of. Well, it's a rough draft of my ideas. I just thought it would be nice to get a headstart." you admitted.

Sam nodded and was about to say something when Bucky stepped out of his office, his brows furrowing upon seeing you and Sam conversing. Bucky eyed you before glancing over at Sam, patting his shoulder gently as a greeting.

"You checking up on us or what?" Bucky teased with a chuckle.

Sam shook his head, "Not really. Well, kinda. I figured that another presentation would be unnecessary, I mean. I'd love to work on the launch with your team instead of being on the sidelines for approvals." he admitted.

You shrugged, "I think that's a great idea too. Less time to waste, less back and forth." you pitched in.

Bucky frowned a bit, his jaw clenching at how you backed up Sam immediately. "That's fine, but I have a meeting in a few. Might last the entire day. Mackenzie won't be here until tomorrow too." he said.

"She and I can discuss her plans today and maybe I can pitch in some of my ideas too. She can present them tomorrow to you and Kenzie." Sam suggested, gesturing over to you.

Bucky stared at you and Sam alternately, his hands balling into fists at his sides. You could see his internal struggle about leaving you and Sam to discuss about the launch, without his presence.

You lifted up the folder in your hand, "I wanted to go over these plans with you but I didn't know you have a meeting. Sam and I can just refine these today, would save us a lot of time. We don't want to be rushing anything for this project at the last minute." you told him.

Bucky swallowed but nodded anyway, albeit with hesitation, "Yeah. Of course. I'll just catch up on the both of you later."

And with that, Bucky walked away but not without sparing you and Sam one final glance. His eyes met yours for a brief moment and you weren't sure, but you saw a flash of worry in his eyes before it was immediately replaced by his usual stern, ice-cold gaze.

You turned to Sam with a smile, "We can discuss in the conference room." you said and led the way.

-

The planning was seamless and you were surprised that you had so much fun exchanging ideas with Sam, to the point of almost forgetting about lunch break. It was quarter past noon when the both of you realized that it was way past lunch time.

"Do you want to grab lunch or order something instead? I honestly hate working lunch, just so you know." Sam said with a laugh.

You groaned, "I hate that too, honestly." you admitted with a chuckle.

Sam nodded, "Great, we can head out for a quick lunch?" he asked.

It didn't even cross your mind to hesitate, so you immediately agreed and even asked if you can take Beverly with you. You'd grown somewhat attached to her in the short time you've known her. Poor kid was being treated like an outcast by the other office girls. She always waited for you to have your lunch break too, especially that Mark has been pretty busy lately.

Sam was kind enough to agree about including Beverly for lunch. The two of you were about to head out of the conference room when Beverly peeked in, worry etched all over her face.

"I need your help." she whined, "I think I messed up Sir James' schedule. Mister Nakajima is on the phone and said that he's going to be an hour late for a meeting today. I forgot about Sir James’ meeting with another company today!" she explained, almost close to tears.

You rushed over to her and held her shoulders, "Hey, calm down. Did you tell Mister Nakajima?" you asked.

"I did and he got mad at me! Today is his only free day and he said that if he doesn't meet up with Sir James, the deal is off." Beverly said, stomping her foot on the ground.

You heaved out a sigh, knowing that the deal was very important. Mister Nakajima owned an auto manufacturing company which produces world-class materials for cars. Bucky had been working on convincing Mister Nakajima to be his permanent supplier for quite a while now. Big fucking deal.

You looked back at Sam, "Hey, I'm sorry. Can you give me a couple of minutes?" you asked with an apologetic expression.

"Take your time." Sam nodded with a smile.

You went over to Beverly's desk and took over the phone call, without knowing that Sam trailed behind you. He watched you carefully as you talked to Mister Nakajima, your demeanor calm yet confident.

"Hi, Mister Nakajima. I'm the company's Marketing Head and I would like to apologize for the mix up. Bucky has been working really hard on improving the quality of our products, he's been in meetings in and out. That being said, would it be alright if I take over this afternoon's meeting instead? Bucky worked on an amazing presentation and I honestly would love to go over it with you and just show you how this partnership would be beneficial for both our companies." you asked.

Fortunately, you were able to appease Mister Nakajima while also saving Beverly's ass for her honest mistake. As soon as the call was done, you reassured Beverly that everything was fine now and that you'll take care of Bucky. By the time you looked back at Sam, he was merely smiling at you.

"You're really good with people."

-

Lunch break passed by quickly, with you, Sam and Beverly engaging in all sorts of conversations. Even Beverly felt comfortable being around his presence. He mainly talked about his experiences at his first job, giving Beverly a couple of tips on how to navigate through the corporate world.

Sam was very kind.

The planning resumed after lunch and by the time Mister Nakajima and his associates arrived, the launch plan was pretty much refined with a lot of details. Sam excused himself to give you time to meet with Mister Nakajima, however, he said he'll be staying until Bucky comes back.

Presenting to Mister Nakajima made you nervous as fuck, especially that he didn't really work closely with you which might affect his decision. Luckily though, you knew Bucky's presentation like the back of your hand due to the fact that he had gone over it with you for a couple of times back when the two of you were still, well, fucking around.

Ah, the good old days.

The meeting with Mister Nakajima went perfectly well because as soon as you were done with the presentation, the old man simply asked for the contract to seal the deal. Although it wasn't you who actually worked on the deck, you had a sense of fulfillment. You were proud of yourself and you couldn't wait to dangle it right in front of Bucky's face.

"Thank you so much, Mister Nakajima. We are excited for this partnership." you said happily as you led him and his associates out of the conference room, just as when Bucky arrived.

He looked confused when Mister Nakajima greeted him happily, shaking his hand and telling him how good his presentation was. Bucky looked over at you, as if asking what the hell was going on. You merely shrugged and headed back inside the conference with Sam.

Bucky followed shortly and for some reason, he looked agitated. He was about to speak up when Sam beat him to it, giving him a hard pat on the back.

"The launch event is gonna be really good." he said confidently before glancing at you.

"You're lucky to have her, Bucky." he said before bidding goodbye, giving you one last look and a wink as well, something that Bucky immediately noticed.

When Sam left, so did the light atmosphere inside the conference room. Bucky turned to you with a scowl, his footsteps rushed and heavy as he approached you.

"What the hell happened with Mister Nakajima?" he asked gruffly.

You smiled as you handed him an envelope, "The partnership is a go. He signed the contract and his team will be keeping in contact with us and our factory soon." you explained proudly.

Bucky took the envelope from your hand and went through the contract before placing it back on the table. "I thought my meeting with him isn't until Friday."

"Beverly mixed up your schedule and before you even reprimand her, give the girl a break. It's her first job and with the amount of meetings you've been having, mix-ups are inevitable. What matters now is that I took over the presentation and Mister Nakajima signed the contract." you explained with nonchalance.

Bucky shook his head, "The end does not justify the means." he said. "Beverly should have been careful. My schedule is not a joke and if I miss another important meeting, that can fuck up the entire company."

You rolled your eyes, "Calm down, Beverly surely learned from today's mistake. It's done. The deal is on. Everything is peachy. The launch details have been planned out, Sam is happy with it. All I have to do is to secure your and Mackenzie's approval for it and then we can start with the execution. You're welcome." you said all in one breath, handing Bucky a USB containing the details of the launch.

You brushed past Bucky to leave the conference room but you were immediately pulled back with his hand around your arm. He looked down at you with an angry look on his face, almost fuming. You couldn't understand why the fuck he was so aggravated with you today. Sure, he had been testing your patience lately but it was the first time he actually looked like he was going to snap.

Not at the situation, but at you.

"Are you trying to impress Sam? Taking on my responsibilities while he's around?" he asked, eyes narrowing at you.

You scoffed, unable to believe what Bucky was accusing you of. Pulling your arm back, you took a step back and looked at him with disgust. "You're unbelievable, Bucky." you said.

"Had I not stepped in, we would have lost the deal. You promoted me for a reason, and I believe part of it is my leadership skills. And no, I'm not trying to impress Sam. I'm simply doing my fucking job." you hissed and tried to side step Bucky, only for him to block your way.

"Did he offer you a position in his company? What the fuck was the wink all about?" Bucky accused yet again.

"Oh my god, Bucky! You're blowing things out of proportion. He didn't. We talked about the event. That's it." you explained, pinching the bridge of your nose because Bucky was getting on your very last nerve.

Bucky had been fucking with you too much now and you could feel the last bits of your composure slowly slip away with every word that was coming out of his mouth. Coming for your job was one thing, but accusing you of flirting your way to another company? That was a low blow.

"Don't lie to me, I saw the notification on your phone the other day. Seems to me like Tinder matches don't work for you anymore, you moved on to LinkedIn now to find connections instead?" he asked and that particular statement struck a certain nerve.

You let out a bitter scoff, "Do you even hear yourself, Bucky? At least Sam was being professional and didn't use Tinder to hire a fucking consultant to threaten my damn job!" you slipped, unable to hold back.

The look on Bucky's face was a whirlwind of emotions-- shock, wrath, exhaustion-- and you felt like you were supposed to get scared. Gone were the blue orbs that used to make you feel safe, his eyes only held anger in them. And the thing was, your eyes looked the same as you held Bucky's gaze.

You were so fucking tired of everything, of Bucky.

"How did you-- it doesn't matter." Bucky said, shaking his head. "How much did Sam offer you?" he asked.

Your jaw dropped at the implication of Bucky's statement, "You are a fucking asshole, Bucky. Sam didn't offer me a fucking job. You really don't listen, Bucky. You never listen." you huffed out exasperatedly.

"Okay, maybe he hasn't laid down his offer yet. Perhaps, you let him fuck you too?"

Your vision blacked out upon hearing that and by the time you regained your senses, all you could feel was how your palm stung. You had walked up to Bucky and slapped him right across the face, hard enough to make the corner of his bottom lip bleed. Your entire body was trembling from rage as you stood in front of Bucky.

He tilted his head as he wiped the blood off from his lip, looking up at you with lust-filled eyes. And then his hand gripped your neck, tugging you close for a bruising kiss. You grunted against his mouth and pushed him away, slapping him again. Before Bucky could even recover, your fingers wrapped around his tie pulling him down to you for another kiss.

Walls crumbled down, tension was broken and needs were being fulfilled. The rush of emotions blurred the line between fury and lust with the latter obviously winning. All you could think about was the throb that you suddenly felt within your core begging for relief.

Relief that was denied from you for the past few weeks of playing cat and mouse with Bucky.

And with the way Bucky was kissing you, you knew he felt the same. It had been too long and both your minds were too hazy to even care that it was only five in the afternoon and that there were employees working just outside the conference room.

Was the fear of getting caught going to stop you? No, not now. Because you needed release and you were sure as hell going to get it. This wasn't like the other times you and Bucky fucked. You didn't care about Bucky at the moment, how he felt or what was going on in his mind. You just needed to release all your pent up emotions and you were going to use Bucky to get what you need.

Bucky pushed you against the table, your tailbone hitting the edge with such force that made you groan from pain.

"Yeah, why don't you make some noise so everyone can see how fucking needy you are for me?" Bucky growled, gripping your face with one hand, forcing you to keep your eyes on him as his other hand bunched your skirt up to your waist.

You let out a chuckle, "I'm not the one going to make noise here." you warned before reaching down to palm his erection.

Bucky hissed and bit his lip hard to prevent himself from eliciting a moan. His jaw ticked as he squeezed your face tighter, forcing you to open your mouth as his eyes scanned your features.

"Watch your fucking mouth, baby. I still own you, you're fucking mine." he said through gritted teeth, his eyes lidded as he looked down at you like a predator.

You kept your mouth closed but as soon as Bucky's fingers found your damp panties, you weren't able to stop your whimper. Bucky took the opportunity and spit in your mouth before crashing his lips against yours in a messy kiss. It was all tongue and spit, the way he kissed you as his fingers rubbed at your folds through the thin fabric of your underwear.

He kissed you like he owned you.

"I'm not yours, Bucky." you said as your hands quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his hard cock from the confines of his boxers.

The groan that reverberated from Bucky's chest as you stroked him made you smirk. His hand on your face slid down to your neck, holding you tightly as he pushed aside your underwear and then he slid into you with no prior warning. The lack of foreplay made it hurt when he bottomed out, but the pain quickly turned into pleasure when Bucky started moving his hips against yours.

No words were further exchanged from then on. Only soft whimpers and hushed grunts could be heard. However, it was clear that even up until now, there was competition. You didn't want to make noise, didn't want to lose to Bucky. You didn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing how fucking good he was making you feel right now, with how each drag of his cock was making your toes curl inside your heels.

Your hands held onto his broad shoulders as he fucked you against the table, the fabric of his suit bunching up against your fingers. Bucky kept his gaze on you and not once did you falter, not even when the tip of his cock hit your cervix, almost punching the air out of your lungs.

Bucky held the back of your thighs and lifted you up, sitting you on the edge of the table and bending forward so he could angle his cock in a way that you would feel it deep within you. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, one of your hands scratching at his jaw as he continued to pound your sopping cunt.

"God, fucking missed this pussy. Can feel you clamping down on my cock, you gonna cum soon?" he asked, pressing the tip of his nose against yours.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling the wanton moan that Bucky pounded out of you. Not wanting to be the only one to make noise, you clenched around him hard. Bucky let out a growl at how your walls squeezed his cock, his balls tightening as his own orgasm approached.

"Cum for me, Bucky." you whimpered, tipping your head up to lick at Bucky's mouth as your legs tightened around his waist to pull him deeper into you.

Bucky exhaled heavily through his nose, the veins on his neck popping out as he fucked your harder on the table. He kept his hand wrapped around your neck while the other held onto your waist so tight, you could feel his fingers digging deep into your skin. Even with your clothes on, you were sure that you'll be getting bruises from how hard his grip on you was.

"Go on, Bucky. Want your cum inside, want to feel you fill me up again." you moaned against his parted lips, darting your tongue out to taste his mouth.

The needy tone of your voice sent Bucky to the edge first. He uttered a string of curses under his breath as ropes of his cum painted your walls with their warmth with triggered your orgasm. Your body convulsed as waves of pleasure ran through your veins, starting from your fingertips down to your toes. Bucky kissed you and swallowed your moans as his thrusts slowed down.

It took a while for the both of you to recover from the intense fucking. Bucky nuzzled your neck with his nose, his heavy breaths warming up your sweaty skin. There was a short moment of peace that followed, the tension gone and was replaced by a heavy feeling.

You swallowed hard and slowly regained your senses. The release cleared your mind and the memories of the heated exchange from earlier were quick to come back. Bucky's accusations echoed in your ear and they were so clear it almost felt like he was saying them to you again.

Suddenly, you doubted Bucky's intentions when he promoted you. Was he really impressed of your skills at work or was it because you let him fuck you?

"Get off of me." you said, pushing at Bucky's chest until he straightened up.

Ignoring the emptiness you felt when his cock slipped out of you, you hopped down from the table and started fixing yourself. In the many times you had slept with Bucky, it was the first time that you felt disgusted with yourself.

You turned your back to Bucky as you adjusted your underwear, pulling down your skirt and pressing your palms against the fabric to iron out the creases. Your breath was heavy as you processed what had just happened. And just like that, your reserve broke and the strong facade you had built crumbled down into pieces, leaving you vulnerable.

"Hey, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Bucky suddenly asked when he heard your sniffing, the darkness in his features gone.

His eyes were back to blue and there was nothing but genuine concern when he saw the tears in your eyes. Bucky tried to approach you but you quickly backed away from him, your arms wrapping around yourself as protection.

"Did you hurt me?" you scoffed. "In more ways than one, Bucky." you quickly added, wiping away your tears hastily with the back of your hand.

You were about to walk out of the conference but decided that it was probably time for you to actually speak up about everything. How you felt for him and how much you hated him for coming at you like that.

"I was going to admit that I like you. I thought about it and figured that I was too proud and a bit selfish for not considering your feelings when I rejected you." you explained.

Bucky blinked in confusion, "What? When?"

You shrugged, "The day you brought in Mackenzie. And I was more hurt than mad that you did that. Because you knew how much this job means to me and you had used it against me. You basically took advantage of my weakness, for what? To get me to cave in? Even when I clearly told you how fucking scared I was of the consequences of whatever kind of relationship we have?" you huffed out.

You didn't allow Bucky to speak, not yet. Not until you were done making him understand why you had been so hell-bent on keeping things professional.

"I wasn't born into a rich family like you, Bucky. I had to work my way up to where I am. Unlike you, I have a family to support and if I lose this job, it's not only me who would suffer. And it won't be easy for me to find another one, not after the reputation I'd have once we get busted." you further explained.

"I told you about it so many times and I wish you listened. Because maybe we could've figured shit out. Or I don't know, maybe the fucking was too good and you only wanted me for that." you shrugged.

Bucky quickly shook his head, "No. God no, you're more than that."

You chuckled again, a fresh wave of tears flooding the corners of your eyes. "It most definitely felt like it when you accused me of fucking Sam."

"Fuck, I'm sorry. Let me explain, please? I didn't mean to, I was too--"

"No, Bucky. You didn't listen to me when I told you how I felt about us. Now you're going to know how it feels to not to get what you want." you sternly said before walking over to the door.

You turned back at Bucky and refused to let his expression get to you. He looked devastated, his eyes glassy from the tears he had been holding back, his lips parted as he finally realized what he had done.

"Expect my resignation letter by tomorrow. As soon as we're done with the launch, I'm out."

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Mean 2 (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

Sumarry: Bucky just moved in to The Avengers compound, feeling like an outcast, Y/n doesn't help as she's kind of a bully.

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a bit of angst, cursing, bully!reader (won't be for long) , fluff ♡

Hey! This is the second and last part of my first au fanfic, so this might be a bit long ༼,,•́ɷก̀,,༽

☆☆☆

"Am I really the only option left?" Y/n asks looking up to meet Fury's eyes.

Fury held a meeting with Bucky and Y/n reporting that they have been assigned to team up for the new upcoming mission. This was going to be Bucky's first mission back out there and no one else wanted to team up with him for the two man work. Or atleast they reasoned out things just to not be teamed up with him. Steve and Sam were already pre occupied with missions so they were out of the question.

"You're all there is left, kid. I really need you on this one." Fury says as he puts a hand on Y/n's shoulder.

Y/n nods as she sighs. "Whatever you need me for"

Bucky being almost silent the entire meeting just looks down and bites his bottom lip nervously.

"H-hey.. Y/n?"

Y/n turns around to Bucky, raising both her eyebrows. The meeting had just ended as they both exit Fury's office.

"I just want to say thank you. For agreeing to this mission with me..."

"Yeah, well. No need to thank me. Just doing my job." Y/n shrugs as she then turns around leaving Bucky out the hallway.

He smiles thinking this could be an open way for him to gain Y/n's trust and friendship.

☆☆☆

Bucky sighs rather loudly as he sits down on the bench taking a break.

"You good?" Y/n asks as she drinks from her water bottle.

The two had been training, especially Bucky for their newly assigned mission. Bucky didn't necessarily need to lose weight or anything, as Fury adviced, it was a minor mission where they just needed to travel someplace in Russia to get information.

Bucky looks up quickly to where Y/n was as his heart weirdly beats fast.

"Yeah! Sorry. It's been awhile since I've last trained.. been to the gym, really." he embarassingly admits.

Y/n nods understandingly. "Pretty understandable. Just take it slow."

Bucky was about to thank her when she starts packing up her gym bag. He panicked. He didn't want her to leave yet.

"W-wait!"

Y/n halts on packing her things as she looks up to Bucky, eyes widening a little at his sudden act.

"I.. I'd really love to have a talk with you about something.."

"Oh.. Sure." Y/n sits down next to Bucky on the bench.

"Y/n, I really, really want to be friends with you. I know who Tony is to you, in your life, and I just want to sincerely apologise on what i did to him. I know you hate me, but, I just want to say that I think you're great. And I'd love to earn a friendship with you." Bucky looks down as he opens up to Y/n.

"I don't hate you. I don't particularly really like you," Y/n looks at Bucky

"Look, what happened between you guys isn't really my business. Tony's just really important to me and what you did still upset me, hence why i acted that way when we first met. Sorry. Before Steve found you, i already knew who you were. As Bucky. His best friend. Since he always talked about you. And I thought you were great too. And how it was a shame that you were gone and that I could never meet you. Until the news came where you were in fact still alive, but you weren't the Bucky we knew. But you know, that's all in the past. Really." Y/n stands up facing Bucky.

"What matters is the present time. So let's put all that behind."

Bucky stands as he smiles.

"Friends?" he asks as he lets out a hand to Y/n.

Y/n laughs as she takes his hand shaking it.

"Friends."

☆☆☆

After that day, Bucky had never been more happy. Living now in the compound felt less suffocating now that he's friends with Y/n.

The two hung out almost everyday, considering they were still training. They had the time to share a bond because of that.

Everything was going well.

Until it was around 3am when Bucky woke up to a faint sob. If it wasn't for his good and enhanced soldier hearing, he wouldn't have heard it.

He opened his door looking out the hallway.

His room was on the 4th floor, the only other room that was there was yours. The rest of the floor just being empty.

He paced to your room, the sobs growing louder and louder.

He knocks to your door. Only to be answered by more sobs. He then opened the door, thankful it was unlocked.

You were laying in your bed hugging a pillow sobbing.

He went to you after closing the door, you were still asleep.

You were having a nightmare.

Kneeling down beside you, he brushed the wet strands of your hair away from your face that was caused by sweat. You were sweating. Your skin felt cold.

He started rubbing your arm up and down softly as an attempt to wake you up.

And you did.

"Hey, sweetheart..."

When your eyes met his, his heart sunk.

You looked tired. Scared.

You then sobbed again, sitting up and hugged him.

"It's okay, Y/n. It's okay. I'm here. Bucky's here." hugging you tightly, Bucky whispers sweet and comforting things to calm you down.

After some time you released the hug, head hanging low.

"Do you want to talk to me about it? Hm?" he asks as he strokes your cheek.

You only hug him back again finding comfort in him.

He hugs you back tighter.

"I had a nightmare again.." you start off

"I told you Tony was important to me. He really is. Because he saved me." you once again release from the hug but still holding Bucky's shirt.

"He found me when i was 7 years old. He worked with my parents that time, that's how he knew me. He found out i was abused by them after seeing how i didn't want to leave his side whenever we were together. He worked his way to find out what happens to me back at home. When he found out, it was in the middle of the night. When our house was barged in. Then he came. Took me. Saved me. Treating me as his own daughter. But the nightmares never really seem to go."

Bucky hugs you as he sees you starting to tear up again. He never knew this was what you have to deal with. And all he wanted was to take the pain away. The nightmares away.

"I'm here for you. I'm here now." you look up to Bucky as he talks.

"I know i can't take the nightmares away, but i want to be there for you whenever that happens. So you won't have to wake up alone and scared. I know what it feels like, and i don't want you to feel like that anymore." Bucky wipes her tears away.

"Can you stay here tonight?" Y/n looks up to Bucky with teary eyes.

"Of course. Whatever you want. As long as you're comfortable."

Y/n nods and Bucky then climbs over to the other side of the bed laying as he opens his arms out for her.

She lays her head down on his chest as they both relax into each others embrace.

Bucky felt warm. He felt comforted. He felt safe. All with you.

"Y/n?" he calls out.

"Hmm?"

"Nothing.. I'll be here, okay?" he says stroking her back as he somehow wanted to say something but couldn't point the words out.

"Okay." Y/n says softly as she drifts of to sleep.

☆☆☆

The two just grew closer and closer together. Sleeping in each other's embrace almost every night. They were so close, the team started to question their friendship.

"You're telling me, you two are no more than friends?"

Bucky shrugs, nodding at Sam's question.

"I call bullshit" Sam cackled as he sits down on the chair, Steve laughing along with him.

The both of them laughing harder seeing Bucky's confused face.

"Come on, Buck!! You're acting like we're strangers here. Just tell the truth!" Steve exclaims.

"Look, we're just friends okay? Nothing more."

"Okay. Let's say you two are indeed just friends," Sam starts off

"You can't tell me you don't got no feelings for her?"

Bucky's eyebrows furrows. "What do you mean?"

Sam rolls his eyes.

"I mean, I see the way you look at her. We all do. The way you act around her, the way you treat her? Anyone can tell you like her."

Bucky shakes his head in disapproval. He had a long week and this conversation just ticks him. He was more than happy with the friendship the both of you have. As much as he wanted to admit that he likes you more than that, he didn't want to risk anything.

"I don't like her that way. I don't care what you guys think but I just don't, okay? Never will. She's literally mean and a pain in my ass. So can you guys just drop it?"

Steve and Sam were both taken aback at his sudden outburst.

"You don't mean that, Buck." Steve sternly says, not liking how he's talking about you.

"Oh but, i do. What do you guys even know about my feelings? About anything? Nothing. Bet you guys didn't even know how i literally have to be there for her every fucking night just so she could sleep peacefully"

"Enough" Steve says a bit louder now.

"How i basically have to look after her! And you guys expect all this love crap from me?! How am i supposed to fall in love with a person like that!" Bucky irrationally rants out.

Both Steve and Sam's looks were no longer anything but soft as they were looking at something or someone behind Bucky.

Catching Bucky's attention, he turns around to see you.

You were there. Standing. This whole entire time.

You were holding a paperbag which contained a present for Bucky.

It was a long week for him considering he just finished training and as a good friend who wants to show support and wanting to show him that you were proud of him, you bought him a gift.

Your face didn't show anything. Not even a tear. Not even sadness. But dissapointment. After locking eyes with him for a few seconds, your eyes slowly looked down.

"Y/n.. I-"

You shake your head before he could even say anything. Dropping the bag and leaving the room.

He was going to run after you but Sam cut him in.

"Just don't, Man."

Sam leaves the room with Steve following behind. Leaving Bucky alone to gather his thoughts atleast.

Bucky looks down at the paper bag you dropped.

Opening it, he grabs whatever it was in there and looks at it.

Tears formed in his eyes as guilt eats him away.

It was a customized plushie of him.

Back when he was still a soldier. A plushie of him back in the 40's. The real him.

An envelope catches his attention as he grabs to read it.

"Bucky,

This is a token of appreciation for you!

This week was hard for you, and look at you now!

I wanted to do something to show you how proud i am of you.

So i hope you like this! You've been great to me. And i appreciate you for that. Thank You. I know i wasn't really nice to you, but i want to change. Forgive me if i ever hurted you.

I really like you and I'm thankful for this friendship with you.

I know things have been hard, but know that I'm here. Not because you were there for me too, but because i care. and I love you.

I like you, Buck.

I know how you say things can get pretty lonely most of the time and how we live in such a lonely world. So here's me asking,

Come be lonely with me?

-Y/n "

Bucky's breath hitched.

You love him?

You like him back?

He's mad at himself. How could he say all those things? All those things that he didn't even mean. That weren't even true.

He loved taking care of you. He loved everything.

He loved you.

And now he messed up.

He grabs the gift and runs to his room quickly putting it on his bed and runs back out to go to your room.

However you weren't there.

He then runs back to the elevator going into every floor to look for you.

But you were nowehere to be seen.

Night came and you still weren't back. He waited for you in your room.

The next morning came, you still weren't there.

It was until he had found out that you apparently stayed back at Pepper's the whole time.

Days had gone by and he never saw you again.

No one would let him see you. More specifically, Tony.

Then the day of your mission finally came.

Bucky was rather shocked but very grateful that the mission with you wasn't dismissed.

Was he finally going to see you again?

Hug you again?

Oh the words he was ready to tell you ran through his mind.

He was ready for anything just to get you back.

"Y/n, I'm glad you could join us." Bucky snapped his head from Fury's words, turning around.

You were wearing your suit, hair down, head down.

Tony beside you carrying your bag and arm around your shoulder.

You looked a bit tired. Staying back with Pepper, your nightmare's had come back. After being used to sleep with Bucky beside you, it all came back again.

Seeing your state hurt Bucky. One thing he worried about the most while you were away was your nightmares.

You were just keeping your head down the entire time. Obviously you weren't feeling well.

Both of you got in the private plane destined to where your mission was.

You sat somewhere in the back silently working the whole time on your guys' plan on a tablet.

Bucky couldn't get himself to talk to you. The whole entire time you haven't spoken to anyone, what more could he expect if he tried talking to you? Of course he knew better.

The both of you had already reached where your mission was.

The plan was clear. You and him were planned to attend a private event.

You were going to be disguised as someone important in the event to distract and lure the pottential enemy. While Bucky, disguised as a bodyguard, works his way to the enemy's office to get the papers they were there for.

Everything went well, you were having a talk with the enemy along with two other people, as Bucky went in his office.

Bucky already having the papers and ready to leave, finds you in the enemy's embrace, whilst still having a conversation with the others.

See, your main role there was to make the enemy think you were his wife.

Bucky had slipped something before the plan even started onto the enemy's drink that makes him think you were his wife.

His heart panged just seeing you in another man's embrace.

But when the guy was leaning in to kiss you, he couldn't control it anymore. He didn't know what went over him.

The next thing he knew was both of you were caught and were running away.

He actually punched the guy straight in the face with his metal arm.

You both were in hiding now. Somewhere in an alley.

The both of you were frustrated.

You were frustrated. Tired. He almost ruined the plan.

"Why would you do that?" You asked as you turned to face him.

"He was about to kiss you. I saw him about to kiss you."

"Well he thinks im someone else! Remember? That was the whole plan!" You rant as tears gather in your eyes out of frustration and fear.

"What is wrong with you..." You put your hands in your face.

"What are you so worked up about? The plan still worked, didn't it? We got what we came for." Bucky growing frustrated also seeing your state.

He didn't understand.

He doesn't get it.

"You don't get it do you? Do you always not think twice before how you act? I'm not feeling well, incase you haven't noticed. I didn't even want to report to this mission. But people are counting on me, because no one else wants to do this job with you. I just wanted to have a smooth going plan. And yet you fucked another thing up."

Bucky felt guilt more than ever once again. Grabbing this chance to apologise to you.

"Y/n.. About last time, I take all those things back. I didn't mean them. My insecurities got the best of me again-"

You mockingly chuckle, shaking your head. Not believing what you're hearing.

"You know, you whine about your looks. But you have no idea what it's like to be me."

Looking at him, tears gathering your eyes once again, you walk up to him.

"I've told you things i haven't told anyone. Defended you to Tony. To everyone. Only to have you talk behind my back like that. In front of my friends too. How do you think that made me feel? I never embarrassed you in front of anyone. Never talked behind your back." you pause for a second before continuing,

"You think i'm mean? Well you should check the mirror. Because your looks are the least ugly thing about you."

And with that you leave.

Giving Tony a call to pick you up and go home.

He was speechless. How could he be so selfish? He didn't even thought about how he was showing self pity. That instead of apologizing and telling you how he truly felt, he turned the topic about him.

☆☆☆

"Good thing it all still went well. But make a move like that one more time and you're out. You got that, Barnes?"

Bucky nods in response to Fury.

Dismissing him, Bucky starts to walk back to his room.

Seeing the bear you gave him sitting on his bed, he needed a way to finally make it up to you.

And so he grabbed his jacket and glove, going out to the city.

☆☆☆

Bucky knocks at your door, finally home after a few hours roaming around the city looking for a gift for you.

He holds the paper bag tightly, anxiously waiting for you to open the door.

You then finally open the door.

You were wearing comfy shorts and a long sleeved top (that actually belongs to Wanda), along with socks and your hair in a half pony.

As you see who was at the door you raise your eyebrows in a questioning type way.

"C-can we please talk?" Bucky fiddles with his pants.

You step aside the door to let him in.

You sat on the edge of the bed grabbing a pillow to sit on your lap.

He then gave you a peach coloured paper bag.

"That is?" You question.

"For you... Both an apology and thank you gift.."

You didn't say anything and just grab the bag.

Opening it, you see a plushie along with a small box and a paper.

Getting the plushie out you see it was a bunny plushie. It looked very cute as it was wearing a cute overall and was holding a carrot.

You smile at it.

Setting it down your lap you grab the small box and the letter.

Opening the box your mouth agape a little.

It was a pretty necklace. A silver stained necklace with a star pendant in it. Just like the one on his metal arm.

You were about to say something when you cut yourself off after seeing him in tears.

"Y/n.." he starts off.

"Whenever i thought about you, I knew that i'll eventually cause you pain." he chokes off on his own tears feeling weak.

"But i want to be with you.. and stay by your side."

He smiles at you sadly as tears start to gather in your eyes too.

"That's what i've always wanted to say. I wanted to say that I'm sorry. About what i said the last time, and for everything. I didn't mean what i said and i wish i could take it back. But i know words are already engraved in your mind no matter what. And so i want to take responsibility. And here i am apologizing for the pain that i've caused you. And i just want to say, " he pauses as walks closer to sit beside you and grab your hands.

"I love you, Y/n. I am pathetically inlove with you. I can bet my whole life that I love you more than you love me. That's how much you mean to me. And i'm so, so, so sorry for everything, doll. I just need you back, Y/n, please" he puts his head on your neck as he sobs and begs.

You hug him back in response.

"I forgive you, Bucky." you say after a while of being in each others embrace.

He looks at you with hands in your cheeks.

"You do?"

You smile at him, "Yeah. We're okay."

He hugs you again and mumbles a 'thank you' in your hair.

Breaking the hug after, he grabs the necklace and puts it on your neck.

"I hope this isn't too much..." he says.

"Not at all" you smile holding the pendant in your fingers.

He grabs your hand, making you look at him.

"Please go out with me? We can take things slow.. I promise to treat you right." Bucky whispers.

You chuckle and nod.

"I'd love to go out with you."

He smiles widely and bear hugs you.

☆☆☆

And now you're officialy dating Bucky Barnes.

Not everyone was supportive, saying how he wasn't good for you.

But you couldn't care less.

Tony was supportive, seeing you happy. But was highly protective, giving sarcastic jokes to Bucky time to time.

Steve and Sam were the most supportive.

Nat and Wanda didn't like the idea at first, but seeing you happy also made them happy. But they were like Tony, highly protective.

And now the two of you were offically assigned as a team too. Bucky not only having a partner in crime, but also a partner in life.

A partner in Life and Death as he'd like to say.

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[walkitoffsoldier]

One by One (S.R.)

Author's Note: Um.. Hi- I know I said months ago I was gonna work on this after I had posted the prologue and I did! Half of this was already wrote I just never finished it until today- Sorry about that lol. Anyways, hope you enjoy! DO NOT post my works anywhere else, translated or otherwise!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, kidnapping, murder, etc., glowing eyes (part of readers powers), mention of use of powers, angsttttt.

Characters: Steve Rogers - Mentioned; Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Erik Lehnsherr

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You had somehow managed to drag the two-hundred pound, six-foot something super soldier from the car to the cell in the place you once called home but what was now just a painful reminder. You sat in a chair outside of his cell, leaning back with your legs propped up on a milk crate as you waited for him to wake up. This was America’s Golden Boy after all, and you knew it wouldn't be long before someone came looking for him.

He eventually started to stir awake making you sit up, leaning your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands as you watched him. He rubbed his forehead where a bruise and a knot were forming, blinking a few times, his eyes adjusting to the light before he looked at you through the glass of the cell.

“Hey, it’s you...” He said, sitting up from the floor and staring at you. You only smirked back at him, returning to your original position in the chair. “Yeah, it’s me.” You told him and he just continued to stare at you. “Are you going to stare at me all day or are you gonna ask me why I kidnapped you?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Realization seemed to hit him with your words as he sat up more fully, leaning his back against the wall. “Um... Why'd you kidnap me?” He asked. Did he really have no idea who you were? “I want revenge.” You spoke, standing up and walking towards the cell with your arms crossed. “Revenge on who?” He asked as he stood up and walked closer to where the glass separated the two of you.

“On you. Your team. Shield.” You spat out, both hands clenched into fists, one at your side as the other came up to rest on the glass. “Why?” He asked, stepping closer to the glass to observe you farther. “Because they, you, killed my family.” You stated, walking back over to your chair and sitting down. Well, the people you considered family.

Truth was you had been adopted by a pretty loving family when you were still a baby, no one knew where you came from just that you had been dropped off at the door of an orphanage. Once you turned 13 and your powers started to show, your so-called loving parents were mortified and kicked you, a lonely, confused and apparently mutant 13-year-old out onto the streets.

A man named Erik found you, taking you in and raising you as one of his own. He taught you how to use your powers and made you feel less like an outcast and more like the powerful woman you are today. The powerful woman he raised you to be. But unfortunately, he ran an anti-human mutant group called the Brotherhood which put him on Shield and the Avengers radar.

You had been out the day the Avengers attacked the place in which you stayed. You were so confused when you got back and no one was there until you seen it on the news. “THE AVENGERS HAVE OFFICALLY CAPTURED EVERY MEMBER OF THE BROTHERHOOD.” All but one, you had thought.

You knew there was no way any of your little family would allow themselves to be captured, not without leaving you some kind of message first. They had to all have died during the fight. The thought made you fall to your knees, flames coming out around you as you sobbed, punching the hardwood floor underneath you until your knuckles were bloody and bruised. You made a vow that day that you would avenge your family, even if it killed you.

“Who was your family?” His voice broke you from your thoughts. You whipped your head up to look at him through the glass, jaw clenched tightly as you gestured around the room. “What, you don’t recognize this place?” You asked him. He looked around then, the memories seeming to come back to him before he turned back to look at you.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about your family but they were killing innocent humans. We had to do something.” He stated simply. You rose so quickly from your chair that it toppled over, slamming your fist onto the glass of the cell. “SOME OF THEM WERE INNOCENT!” You screamed angrily at him, eyes beginning to glow a bright ember color as you felt yourself losing control of your emotions.

You had to calm down before your body temperature got too high. Steve stepped back at bit from the glass at your outburst. You sighed loudly and stepped away from the glass, going to lean against the wall on the other side of the room, the coolness of it helping to calm you down a bit.

“Some of them were innocent.” You repeated yourself, looking up to meet his ocean blue eyes. “But I guess that wasn’t something you were worried about when you came here and killed them all.” You let out a laugh as you shook your head at the blonde man. The media always made the Avengers out to be the good guys, ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’, what a bunch of bullshit, you thought.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I really didn’t know...” He said, sitting on the cot that when in his cell. “Of course you didn’t, because you don’t care. You all get an order from your higher ups and go in without even questioning their so-called facts.” You told him, moving away from the wall to pick up the chair that had fallen over, turning it around so you could sit on it backwards.

“Had some of the people that lived here done 'bad' things, yes, but haven’t we all?” You asked the super soldier, making quotations with your fingers when you said bad, cocking your head to the side. It was more of a rhetorical question. You knew he knew that, and that’s why he didn’t say anything.

He just looked at you through the glass of the cell. “I think you and your team have been blurring the lines between what is considered good and bad for a very long time.” You told him simply.  “Now...” You clicked your tongue after a few minutes passed by, standing off the chair and walking towards the glass of his cell once more.

“You’re going to sit in there and be a good little soldier until your team inevitably comes to find you.” You spoke, distance closing between you and his cell with each word until you were directly in front of the glass. Your eyes shone their bright ember shade as you looked at the man in the cell with a wicked grin on your face. “And then you’re gonna watch me kill them all. One. By. One.”

**Steve’s POV**

“One. By. One.” Her words echoed around in my mind but all I could do was stare at her as she walked away from me. I knew that someone would come looking for me as soon as I didn’t show up at the Tower in the morning. Hell, Sam would be suspicious once I didn’t show up for our early morning run.

I had to find a way to warn them, let them know I’m okay and give them all the information I have. I don’t know what this woman is fully capable of just yet, but I have hope they can find out. Then at least they can be prepared before they charge in to rescue me. I knew from her words that she wasn’t going to kill me, not yet at least.

If she wanted to, she already would have and that I knew for a fact. That gave me, and my friends, some time to come up with a plan of action. I just had to find a way to contact them... I heard the door to the house close letting me know she had left. I waited a couple of minutes before I started slamming my fist into the glass cell.

It was incredibly strong, but it slowly started to crack, my knuckles and the glass starting to tint red with blood. I kept alternating fists, pausing every few minutes to listen to see if she was coming back before I resumed. The glass wall eventually shattered around me in thousands of tiny pieces as I put my arms up to protect my face. I carefully stepped over what was left of the glass wall and walked towards the exit.

As I walked down the hallways, I realized that yes, I could break out of my cell, something I wasn’t sure if my captor was aware of or not, but there was no way I was getting out of the building. The entire thing was protected from the inside out with things I couldn’t even begin to understand, mostly technology.

I stepped out into the main part of the house, which was just a large living space and kitchen. Though I wasn’t too focused on my surroundings as the only thought on my mind was needing to warn my friends. I began looking all around for a way of communication, checking every cabinet, drawer and surface I could find.

I finally managed to find an old bright red landline phone in one of the kitchen cabinets and silently thanked god that it was still plugged in. I listened again to make sure that I couldn’t hear her coming back before I started dialing Tony’s number. “Pick up, pick up, pick up...” I mumbled out to myself as I listened to the ringing tone. After a few more rings I finally heard the click of the phone being answered and a groggy, “Who is this?” over the line.

I let out a breath of relief before I went to answer him, but that breath had been in vain because I was suddenly surrounded by warmth, as if a fireplace was right behind me. Shit... “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” She hissed from behind me. “Hello? Anyone there?” I heard from the phone before it was snatched from my hand, I turned around quickly to look at her just as she melted the phone into liquid. I watched as the bright red melted plastic trickled out of her hand and onto the floor below us, her glowing ember eyes never leaving my face.

Once the phone was gone and her eyes back to normal, she spoke again, her eyes drifting to my bloody knuckles. "It seems I underestimated you, handsome." She confessed with a quiet hum, a small smirk on her face. "That's okay, we live and we learn. Looks like I'm just gonna have to move you to a stronger cell." She stated with a shrug of her shoulders as she grabbed a dish towel and wiped the remaining melted bright red plastic from her hand.

I took this as my chance to speak up to try and hopefully diffuse the situation, perhaps reason with her. “I understand that you are upset about your family, and I am really, truly sorry but killing me and my team? That isn’t going to bring them back.” I told her, trying whatever I could to calm the situation down. I just had to find whatever good was left in her and reason with it.

She didn’t seem at all like the other members of the Brotherhood I had come across. “I know it’s not going to bring them back. And that’s on you, that blood is on your hands.” She retorted angrily, pointing an accusing finger at me. “And that’s why I’m not going to kill you. Death would be merciful compared to what I am going to do to you, Captain.” She spat out.

Her eyes started to glow ember again as she stepped closer to me. I stood my ground and didn’t move, fully prepared for whatever she was going to do to me. She stopped when we were practically chest to chest, and she looked up at me with flames in her eyes and a deathly serious expression on her face. “Like I told you, when your team comes for you, I’m going to kill them in front of you, one by one, slowly, painfully, until there is no one left. And then...”

She smiled sweetly at me, bringing her hand up to move some of my hair out of my face and even though I could see pure hatred for me in her eyes I still flushed pink at the ‘affectionate’ action. The same hand that had moved my hair out of my face came to rest on my chest before she spoke again. “I’m going to let you go.”

[the-obelisk]

Source - Fae Collection

Loki x Reader

Summary: The one where he helps you to channel your powers with patience, while pissing off Tony Stark in the process 

You felt utterly useless. 

Here you were, standing in front of Earth’s mightiest heroes unable to conjure up your magic like many of your cousins had with ease as children. 

Magic, for you, never came easy.

When you had left your realm that floated right above earth’s visible plane, you fell in love with the mundane and the ordinary. You found beauty in the ease of things and small bursts of excitement because humans only remained on their plane for a short lived while, while you would age among various generations of humankind slowly. 

When Thor had found you seated in a SHIELD interrogation room, eyes closed simply breathing deeply, he looked to Coulson-- a high ranking agent at the time. “How long has she been indoors?” 

The man shrugged his shoulders, “About a month or so. She refused at first and then they stopped asking.” 

“She is of Fae. Her people are connected to nature. She has lost her energy.”

Thor was cleared to bring you to the Avengers compound where you met the rest of the team. They welcomed you but you had seemed to lose the small amount of practice you had accumulated before your time of confinement. 

Your powers were bounded at birth in protection from the dark elves that reigned terror on Alfheim now, it was why you were sent to the invisible plane above Midgard. Outcasts, refugees, and runaways— your history was erased. With that, hope was lost and the understanding of why your power were bounded remained unknown. 

“Wanda, I don’t think I can do it.” 

The redheaded was enlisted by Tony to help mentor you. It had seemed Wanda and you shared one common trait, the ability to tap into others minds. It was something that came of ease for you, however, they already had a mind reader, a witch with the ability of telepathy, they wouldn’t need you. 

“Yes, you can. Feel your energy. Where is the source?” Her voice was calm but you were growing increasingly frustrated. 

Tony, Steve, Natasha, Thor and Loki stood watching as Sam and Bucky waited for Rhodey to return with their snacks. Clearly it had been forever, and they were growing impatient. Thor every so often would give you an encouraging nod. He believed in you. 

In a way they all did, but in that moment you didn’t feel it. Or specifically, hear that. 

“How long is she going to take? I should start my training.” 

“I have dinner with Pepper at 5. She’s gonna kick my ass if I hold her up.”

You closed your eyes again but knew you had no idea what source she was even talking about. All you felt was annoyed, tired of standing, and hungry.

Sensing this, Loki rolled his eyes and glided over to you, passing Wanda who stood off to the side of you. Tony and Steve immediately tensed up at the quick movement, while Rhodey entered at the moment already suspicious of why Steve’s fist was clenched. Thor looked over and spoke in a low voice, “Trust him. I think he may have an idea.” 

Natasha rolled her eyes and offered him a pointed look, “Let’s hope it isn’t anything harmful.” 

Loki smiled softly at you, “You feel no source, do you?” 

You bit your lip and looked down, “No.” You looked at Wanda and shrugged, “I’m sorry. Maybe I just don’t have anything else to offer other than telepathy.” 

The raven-haired man bowed his head catching your eyes, “But you do. I can feel it.” You looked up at him with questioning eyes only to see he had turned around and stared at Tony and Steve, “If you had let me help her originally, you would know that unlike the witch, her power isn’t sourced in her, it is in nature.” 

“Well, how do you expect us to trust you, Reindeer Games? You are here because Thor gave us his word that you meant no harm.”

Loki rolled his eyes. He never cared what Tony Stark’s perceptions were of him. He turned back to look at you and caught your eye, “Do you trust me?” 

You looked into his eyes and nodded. Of course you did.

While you both never spent time together in front of the other members on account that Loki always hid in the library. So when you weren’t buzzing around the building, and walked in to see him sitting in his usual chair— you would smile and begin talking.

Many times for extended hours, and with the exception of a few nights, your conversation often remained light.

But there were nights when vulnerability would seep in. And so, a blossoming interest in one another and a friendship developed in the quietness of late night conversations in your library.

“Very well.” He smirked and looked back at the group, “Being surrounded by this Midgardian garbage of concrete and rubber mats will do nothing for her. We shall take this outside.” 

Tony glared daggers into Loki’s head as the group followed Loki and you to the courtyard. “Midgardian trash? This cost me a fortune. What the hell is he talking ab--” 

You pushed his thoughts out as he projected them loudly. You giggled softly, Loki had looked down at you while holding the door. “You heard it too. Glad you find his anger equally as comical as I do.” 

“I don’t think he will let that one go.” 

“Good, I hope not.”

Loki smirked at you as you walked on the grass. He stopped soon after, and you followed. The rest of the group stopped at a distance. Wanda joined the spot next to Natasha and Thor, they all watched intently. 

You looked at all of them until you heard Loki call your name softly. “Y/N, focus on me.” You met his eyes and inhaled deeply before nodding. “Sorry, I can’t focus with all of their eyes on me.” 

He blew out a short breath in acknowledgement.  “The redhead witch keeps trying to enter my barriers. Quiet annoying, I will say.”  You smiled as you peeped a quick look at Wanda who seemed extremely focused on the man standing in front of you. 

You heard him speak again, “May I?” Hands held out, he waited for your answer. You looked down and slid your gloves off. Your eyes drew back up to his and you slid your hands into his, feeling his cool hand wrap around your warm ones. 

Normally, you hated touching but once you held his hands it felt as though the world slipped away. All you felt was energy, all that surrounded you. You basked in its soft hum.

He continued, “Now, I want you close your eyes and take a deep breath in with me, little one, and clear your mind.” 

You closed you eyes in response, and smiled sweetly at the pet name subconsciously. To which Loki caught and smiled in return, knowing you couldn’t see. 

“You are one with the world around you. Feel the warmth of the sun on this brisk day. You are at peace— the very center of the world around you. Everything here has energy. Nature holds memory of the past and present. You are here, darling. You are safe.” His voice was soft and smooth.

It would be a lie if you didn’t feel yourself melting into his words. They were slick and entrancing. “What do you hear, Y/N?” He asked in his soft lulls.

“The trees. The wind is blowing...” You spoke to him in a quiet voice. 

Loki nodded, “Tell me, dove. How does the wind on your skin make you feel?” 

“It’s soft and slightly warm after the initial cold.” You stated once again causing him to observe you curiously. He turned your hands to face each other slowly in hopes he wouldn’t sever the connection you found. 

His hand cupped against the back of yours as if you were holding an invisible ball. “Gods, she is intoxicating.” Immediately you were pulled out of his thoughts at the sound of his voice, “You aren’t supposed to be intruding in my mind, little one.” 

You smiled tightly embarrassed of getting caught, you heard him chuckle. “Do you feel all the tethers connecting through you? They flow in and out of you. Concentrate them between our hands. 

“I don’t know how.”

“Just feel and trust. Visualize it.”

Slowly you felt warmth gathering closer and closer to your hands. It was forming and growing, you projected a thought to him fearing you would break concentration if you spoke. “It feels like the sun.”

He smiled, “Open your eyes slowly and take a look.”

You opened your eyes to his eyes staring at you. He smiled at you endearingly.

Holding his gaze for a bit, you then followed his eyes down to the ball of light in between both of your hands. Inside it was white with several revolving colors that interchanged. Hues of purples, red, green, and blue shone with gold shimmering around the outside. 

“We did that?” She looked at him with surprise. 

“You did.” He spoke softly. “You are harnessing the world around you. Its energy.”

A smile grew on your lips out of excitement. He moved around you stopping behind you shoulder. You felt his hands slide down your arm, resting them on your elbow and back. “Now throw it.”

You gave a little push it forward and was greeted with a cloud of smoke and Tony yelling. “Not the tree! Come on.” He threw up his hands as Sam, Bucky, and Rhodey laughed throwing popcorn at one another. 

“That was awesome.” You looked at Loki in pure amusement. You couldn’t explain the feeling that coursed through your body. 

He smiled at you and nodded, “I told you that you held power. Come, I have a few books to show you.” 

You nodded eagerly and followed him as Tony yelled at Thor. The blonde smirked at his brother knowing he found joy in pissing Tony off even more. However, he was even more amused at the the scene they had all watched. He noted Loki’s softness, one that the team didn’t get to see. It was shocking to them, but to Thor, it was an emotion he know Loki rarely let others know of. 

It was the quality of a small effort towards redemption. 

“Thank you, Loki. Really.” You said walking alongside him.

The raven-haired man smiled, “No need to thank me, little one. Now, let us go before he combusts out of anger.” 

“You got it, Trickster.” You said acknowledging that he full well enjoyed getting to Tony once more. 

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Alone Together

Summary: After an awful breakup you were expecting to spend Christmas alone. You and Steve end up spending it together.

Pairings: tattoo artist!Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson sister!reader. Abusive ex boyfriend!Brock Rumlow x reader

Warning: mentions of abusive relationship, smut, swearing, daddy kink, squirting, creampie, unprotected sex

Tagging: @titty-teetee @blackmissfrizzle @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @harrysthiccthighss @mariahthelioness29 @whiskey-cokenfanfic @olyvoyl @hqneyyincc @queenoftheworldisdead @iam-laiya @donutloverxo @slytherinandoutasgard @zaddychris @brattycherubwrites @love-more122

(A/N: yay I made it! Merry Christmas guys! Reblog always 💜 ✌🏾)

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Okay yeah so it was stupid. You should have known better when you’d done it. Well, you did you just... well you don’t really know what you were thinking.

Red flags just look like flags when you’re wearing rose colored glasses, yeah fuck off you stole that from Bojack. So when you were with your ex and doing all this dumb just you thought would make him happy it ended up being kind of awful in the end.

When they finally came off you noticed the things you dealt with. Scared to piss him off so you started treating okay times like they were really good. All the stupid things he had you do to prove yourself.

You were paying for this one right now. Right in another parlor. Covering up that mistake with something you actually liked. Not that most people could see it because it was on your underboob. Said he wanted it to be this hidden thing all for him that no one else was allowed to see.

The first time he asked you’d laughed and said no thinking it was a joke. The second time you it happened you tried to be a little more firm. Except that just meant you couldn’t prove your love for him. That you were devoted. That he’d get a tattoo for you on his arm that he never had time to get for some reason.

It was so fucking dumb you know. The cursive Brock tattooed right under your boob. You could see it every time you took your shirt off and it really bothered you. It always had, but you were trying to convince yourself that you loved him before. Now you looked at it and saw the new of a person you wished you’d never even met.

Steve was your older brother’s best friend. He ran this super popular tattoo shop. They’d met in the military and the friendship just stuck. It’s kind of why you ended up moving to New York. You were kind of the outcast of the family, but Sam never treated you any different. You were his baby sister.

So after a few weeks you asked him if he could cover it up. Except his only available day was Christmas Eve. You didn’t go home anyway and Sam was going to meet his girlfriend’s parents this year. Not that you weren’t invited, but you just wanted this thing covered up. Maybe that would make you forget.

You winced as the needle dug into your skin. Not like it wasn’t worth the pain. “Hey, relax, okay,” he said, softly rubbing your arm. He’d been so much help since the breakup. It was funny. Brock hated him. Was always ranting about what an asshole he is. You could tell he didn’t like your brother either. You really didn’t know what but you knew it was something over their friend Bucky or whatever.

Yeah it was a whole thing. Not that you really knew the details.

Normally you’d spend the holidays with his family. Though a little uncomfortable it was nice being with him. So this was your first year in three that you were alone. Hanging with Steve was nice.

“I’m fine,” you were trying to keep a brave face.

He was almost done. Just had to finish up the shading. Honestly you’d been expecting him being that close to you to feel weird, but it was actually nice. It’d just be nice if you didn’t date another tattoo artist.

Yeah Brock also tattooed. He’d met Steve because they’d worked at the same shop once. You remember how Brock was seething when he found out that Steve had opened his own.

You wish you could go back in time and tell Leila to never go into that damn shop. To never ask you to go with her because she was nervous for her first tattoo. Somehow it ended up with Brock promising you a discount if you let him tattoo you if you gave him your number. Being a cliche you got a butterfly on your shoulder.

Somehow it didn’t bother you as much. Maybe because it didn’t look like anything resembling him.

“You sure? We can take a break,” he offered.

You shook your head. “No. I’m okay.” You chuckled with a smile.

He chuckled before clicking his tongue. “Alright. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“How’s your mom’s trip?” You asked. His mother had decided to vacation to Hawaii with his step-dad. Which is also why he was here. Not that he couldn’t have went with Nat and Bucky to his parent’s house. Except last time he’d done that, he ended up having to sleep next to Bucky’s incredibly touchy aunt. He was better off spending it alone.

“She’s great. Talked to her this morning.” He chuckled, “apparently she’s bringing me back a Hawaiian shirt.”

“You could pull it off.” You replied trying not to laugh too much.

“You think so?” He asked.

“Yeah just keep it unbuttoned and don’t wear a shirt under.”

He stopped to laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean.”

“I dunno. Just doing a service for the girls,” you said. “Don’t act like you don’t know that you’re cute.”

He licked his lips, narrowing his eyes. “Why Miss. Wilson, you’re not flirting with me are you?”

You laughed and shook your head. “No. Just... stop. You know you’re hot.”

His jaw dropped as he grin. “Now you think I’m hot?”

You sighed dramatically. “Look, Steve. I’m just joking.”

He went back to work with this kind of goofy look on his face. You couldn’t deny it. Steve is hot. Anyone with eyes could see that. Your eyes traced along his tattooed forearms. The sleeves of his flannel pushed up to elbows. Until you were distracted by his broad shoulders.

Your mind finally started to relax. Kind of enjoying the buzzing of the gun. You kind of missed that sound you loved going to the shop with a Brock while he worked.

Your only days off were weekends and since he usually had shit to do on those days, you’d be there while he worked. Sometimes even helping out when their secretary was out.

“And, done,” he said taking a deep breath and smiling down at his work before turning off the machine. “How you feelin?’” He grabbed your hand to help you to your feet.

“Well, a little sore, but good.”

You turned to look at it. Smiling at the flowers that were there now. “It’s beautiful,” you said, looking at Steve before throwing your arms around his neck. “Thank you so much.”

“Hey,” he pulled away to rub your arms, “I got you.”

He was so close, eyes trained on your lips. So you started wondering maybe this was why Brock hated Steve. Saw how magnetic he was that he could definitely pull you in.

That couldn’t have been it, though. Brock never saw you with him alone. His dislike went much deeper than you. Today had kind of added insult to injury. Not only did you cover up that thing, but he was the one to do it. It’d be a slap in the face.

Maybe that’s why you did it. Except you’d always liked Steve’s work. You’d seen so many pieces he did or sketches he made and had wanted him to work on you for the longest. Maybe next time it would be something you didn’t need to cover up.

Your phone went off and you groaned softly pulling away. “Hey, Sam,” you greeted your brother. Of course it had to be him of all people.

Looking back over at his best friend who was cleaning up the station now. It was probably a good thing because your heart had started to thump in your chest. You didn’t need that.

You raised your shirt up so you could see it finally. “Just calling to check up on you. Steve’s lazy ass taking a break? I don’t hear buzzing in the back.”

“We just finished actually.” You laughed.

“How’d it come out?”

“Good,” you answered. “Tell Maya I said hi.”

You finished talking to Sam before finally hanging up. When you finally looked at your new tattoo, a smile grew on your face. It looked so much better than before. “Like it?” Steve asked.

“I love it,” you replied. You grabbed your bag so you could pay him.

“Um, excuse me, Miss,” he said. “Your money is no good here.”

“What? I’m not going to have you do all this work and not pay you, Stevie.”

He sighed. “Think of it as a Christmas present.”

You rolled your eyes still taking your money out. “I can’t-“

“I’m not taking it,” he pressed.

“Fine at least let me give you a tip.”

“I’m not taking that either.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes. For such a nice boy he was always so stubborn. “Fine. Then... dinner. I’ll make dinner. If we’re spending Christmas alone then it might be fun to spend it together.”

He smiled softly. “Yeah... that sounds nice.”

“Great.” You looked into his eyes again. They were like the prettiest blue ever. Especially with those little specks of green.

After a trip to the store, he escorted you back to the apartment you shared with your brother. You could have moved out, but you were kind of afraid to live alone. That’s why Sam had been a little surprised that you’d declined the invitation to go with him. It was nice to have Steve there.

You’d decorated the apartment even though you hadn’t planned to do anything. You still wanted to be a little festive. Maybe it would pull you into a better mood. It worked a little.

You quickly started on dinner. Steve helped by cutting up vegetables. He’d taken off his sweater letting his incredibly muscular tattooed arms taunt you. Okay so yeah you had a little bit of a crush on him. Like a lot of other women, you just liked to look.

“Thanks for dinner,” Steve said, taking a sip of his wine. “I don’t get home cooked meals a lot.”

“Can’t cook?” You asked with a smirk.

“Yeah I’m pretty hopeless at it.” He shrugged.

“So do you want to watch Christmas movies after this?” You asked.

He laughed. “Yeah that’d be nice.”

The night was going by kind of quick as you settled down to watch A Christmas Story. You were a little tipsy honestly, but you and Steve were sharing a fluffy blanket. Which meant he was close.

You’d carefully showered so you didn’t get your tattoo wet and changed into a sweater shirt and s pair of matching shorts. Getting all bundled up so you could curl up beside him. “You look so warm.” He chuckled as he got a little closer.

“Do you need an extra blanket?” You asked.

“No I’m okay,” he replied.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked because the thought had crossed your mind again. This time you’d finally worked up the nerve to ask.

“Why don’t you and Brock like each other?” You asked.

He sighed. “You’re not the first person I’ve had to save from him. He and Bucky used to be close and I noticed him kind of spiraling. Rumlow was pumping him full of all of these drugs and I dunno I didn’t want to lose my friend.”

Your stomach started to turn. This was the first time you’d ever heard of any of this. “Why didn’t any of you tell me?”

“I wanted to, but Sam said we needed to let you make your own mistakes. To not push you away. There were so many times that I thought about... look I just know that I’m never letting him hurt you again. Okay?”

You nodded, biting your lip. This glazed over look in your eyes. Steve noticed and pulled you closer pretty much placing you in his lap.

“Hey, it’s okay, Honey.” He rubbed your back. Trying to at least comfort you a little.

“No I’m fine,” you replied leaning into him. The soft fabric of his jeans rubbed against your bare legs. It was nice to have him comfort you like this. “You know I think the worst thing to me is that and I’m sorry if this is too much information, but he’d use Sam against me. Say that if I didn’t do what he wanted he’d tell Sam about the things we did in bed.”

Steve sighed. “You know he wouldn’t have cared.”

“I know, but it still felt embarrassing. He knew how secretive I was about it. None of my friends even know the kind of things I’m into.” You took a deep breath, trying to relax because you felt way more tense than you wanted to.

He chuckled. Trying to lighten the mood. “I get it. I used to be the same way until my last girlfriend put it all out there when we broke up.”

You laughed. “Oh yeah I remember that.”

“Yeah. She was something else.” He tossed his head back as he laughed. “One night she came to the shop, talking about how she’d let me tie her up one more time.”

“Brock used to say stuff like ‘come on, Babygirl, do what Daddy says or else I’ll tell your brother what you’re up to.’ It used to grate on my nerves.”

“God. What a fucking asshole,” he said, hoping you didn’t notice when he felt himself get suddenly hard at hearing you say that.

“Yeah, but I’m so glad this thing is covered.”

“Yeah. Glad I could help,” he said with smile. “Shit do you mind actually if I take a picture of it? For Instagram.”

You nodded. “Yeah that’s fine.”

He took his phone out of his pocket while you laid down across his lap, rolling your sweatshirt up so that it was exposed. “Perfect,” he said as he snapped the picture the flash making you close your eyes all tight, making you move your hand so you could rub your eye.

Making your entire breast become exposed. “Shit,” you said, pushing it back down as you sat back up. Your eyes connected to his again and that’s when he kissed you.

You didn’t hesitate to do it back. Your mouth moving against his ever so softly. Like the two of you were afraid to really do what you want, but also didn’t want to pull away. Until he finally started to deepen it.

You stroked his beard as he held onto you tightly. You came to straddle his lap as he cupped your ass. He started to lay you back.

Your phone interrupted you, making you jump away. You scrambled to pick it up. “Hello?”

“Hey. Just checking on you,” Sam’s voice came through.

“Oh. I’m fine, Sam.” You took looked over at Steve who closed his eyes and stood up.

“Is Steve with you?”

“Yeah he walked me home,” you said. “Actually I have to go I’m going to shower.”

“Okay. Text me before bed.”

“Okay.”

Steve was gathering up his things to leave by the time you got off your phone. You watched him move around. He shrugged his coat on. “I’m just gonna head out.”

“Yeah...” you pursed your lips.

He licked his lips. “I, um, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me... I-“

“No. It’s okay,” you replied taking a deep breath. “I’ll walk you out.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

You watched as he walked away heading towards the elevator. You still couldn’t believe that happened. Lips tingling from the way he kissed you. Apart of you was cursing Sam from ruining your moment.

Another part of you was kind of happy that he did because as much as you hated it, Brock still had this hold over you. It wasn’t that you felt guilty. It was more like you were afraid of what would happen if he found out.

God, you wish he didn’t have this hold on you. You were starting to close the door when Steve came back. This time he didn’t stop himself as he kissed you. Or picked you up, kicking the door shut behind him. Didn’t stop himself as he carried you to your room.

He laid you down on your bed, getting on top of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Trying to be as close to him as possible. Fuck he felt so good on top of you.

Scratching at his muscular shoulders. He pulled your top off first. Exposing your tits. His mouth went to them as he tried to avoid your tattoo. He swirled his tongue around your nipple.

You whimpered, biting your lip as you looked down at him. He’d switched to the other one to give it the same treatment. “So fucking beautiful.” He started kissing down your body so he could take off your shorts and panties. He kissed along your thighs, still looking into your eyes as he parted them.

Before he could put his mouth on your pussy, he went back up. Kissing you again. “Is this okay?” He asked resting his forehead to yours.

You nodded, reaching out so you could start undoing the buttons of his flannel. He helped you, pressing his lips to yours again. This time he put his tongue in your mouth.

Kissing him was different than Brock. Steve’s lips seemed to mold with yours better. There was this feeling in the pit of your stomach that felt like it was about to burst, but like you wanted it to. You really shouldn’t be comparing them, but Steve was making you feel so good and you were kicking yourself from having missed out on this as you wasted your time.

He pushed his shirt off his body then undid his pants. Sliding them down his legs along with his underwear. He got back on top for you, kissing your neck. Leaving little nibbles and sucking on your skin like he knew your body already. “Daddy,” you cried out, then sat up when you realized what you said opening your mouth to apologize.

“Oh yeah, Baby. You want me to be your daddy?” He asked, going back between your legs. “Want to be a dirty girl for me only?”

You nodded suddenly feeling drunk off of his words. Never did you think in a million years that Steve would be talking to you like this. He was getting you so wet just from that. He started licking your clit first.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he feasted on you. Pussy juices making a mess on his beard. “Yes,” you gasped out as he started to finger you at the same time.

That same bursting feeling in your stomach was getting intense. You cried out for him as you felt yourself reach your peek. You grabbed his hair, grinding your pussy against his face.

You took a deep breath as you tried to sit up, but he put a hand on your stomach to hold you still. “I’m not done.” He growled. “Hold still while Daddy makes you cum, Honey.”

You nodded bracing yourself as he went back to eating you out. It didn’t take long for him to bring you to another orgasm or another one after that. When he was done he kissed you, making you taste your juices on him.

As you made out again he went back to rubbing your cunt. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he said. “Gonna make you cum over and over again. Gonna take care of you.”

“Oh god yes,” you whimpered.

“Fuck I don’t have any condom,” he said, as he’d started to line himself up with your entrance.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I’m on birth control.”

He licked his lips. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I want you so bad, Daddy.”

He grinned as he kissed you softly. “I want to know your safe word first, Honey. Just in case.”

“Strawberry.”

He kissed your forehead, then your nose, and then your lips. He pushed into you as your tongues came into contact. Your tongues carassing against each other.

You stretched around him and you started to understand why he’d spent so much time eating you out. Fuck he was thick. You stretched around him looking into his eyes. “It’s okay,” he whispered into your lips. “I’ve got you.”

“It’s too much!” You cried.

“You can take it, Honey,” he kissed you again. “Be a good girl and take Daddy’s dick.”

He started fucking into you a little harder. You could feel yourself leaking around his dick. He’d really worked you up first even if he was still too damn thick for your pussy.

You scratched his back, biting his shoulder. He was thrusting so deep. You don’t think you’d ever been fucked this deep before. You’d definetly never been stretched open like this.

“Right there! Don’t stop!” You begged as he started fucking into your spot. “I’m fucking cumming!”

“That’s it, Honey. Cum for me.” He groaned because your pussy was so tight. Especially as you came. You were tightening around him and if he wasn’t so determined to give you a few more he would have let go inside of you.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy!” You cried. He didn’t let up. Fucking you through it.

“Nasty girl, squirting for me,” he said getting on his knees so he could watch you.

“Oh god!” You didn’t stop. Your pussy gushing around him. He bent your legs back with his hands on the back of your thighs. Watching his cock all slick anytime he’d pull out only to push back into you.

He chuckled as it happened again. Your eyes all clouded over as you came again just like that last time. More juices squirting out of you.

“Please,” you said, but didn’t know why.

“What do you want me to do, Baby?” He asked.

You couldn’t say anything back because you were to far gone. Thoughts had officially left your head. All you knew was him and the he was fucking you so damn good. Still pressing into your spot.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum,” he hissed, getting back on top of you with his bicep wrapped around your thigh so he could keep you spread open. He kissed you again this time deeper. Fucking your mouth with his tongue.

You moaned into him and thrusts became to falter as he started to pump you full of his cum. He thrusted into you deep as he gave you every bit of it. Wanting to completely fill you up with him.

He laid on top of you trying to catch his breath. You were panting underneath him. Not even wanting him to move because he was so warm. You buried your head into his neck.

It took you a minute to come down from your highs. He smiled down at you, kissing you softly. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You shook your head, already closing your eyes because you were so comfortable like this. “I’m great.”

He chuckled. “That’s what I like to hear.”

You smiled lazily as he finally rolled off of you. He brought you close to him, kissing your nose again. “Stay with me.”

“There’s literally no other place I’d rather be,” he said.

You’d spent all night messing around. Taking little cat naps in between. Right now he had you on your stomach as he fucked you from behind. You never expected to spend your holiday with him, but now you couldn’t picture spending it with anyone else.

You hadn’t even thought about your ex and the meltdown he’d have if he knew about this. It was nice feeling so free. Especially as Steve’s tattooed arms wrapped around you from behind.

Hints of daylight had started to break through the slits of your curtain. He chuckled. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered into your ear as he didn’t even let up the way he was fucking into you.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” you whimpered.

He kissed the back of your shoulder. “Gonna spend Christmas letting me make you my girl?”

You nodded trying to peek up at him over your shoulder with a smile. “Your girl?”

“After this I’m not letting you go,” he said, kissing your cheek from behind. “We might need to make this a tradition.”

“I like the sound of that.”

[panlight]

Submission: Embry's father

I’ve thought about this quite a lot, even though Smeyer hasn’t, and I think Embry’s father is Billy Black. Now hear me out! Smeyer is big on punishment. Examples are Rosalie and Leah Clearwater. Leah strikes me as more obvious. She was engaged to Sam. I get the impression she and Sam were “intimate.” Oh, no! Premarital sex! Leah is punished by her fiancé dumping her. Then she’s punished by having her best friend/cousin taken away. Next, she phases, her father has a heart attack and dies, and then she’s punished by being an outcast in the only group she can be a part of anymore. The wolf boys treat her like crap. And THEN what’s the worst thing that can happen to her? She can’t have babies. It’s the end of the F-ing world.

Rosalie. Beautiful, sought after. Men noticed her when she was TWELVE, for crying out loud. She knew she was beautiful and all she wanted was the house, the servants, and babies of her own to love. Her parents throw her at Royce. Whirlwind romance. Vain, shallow Rosalie is in love with love. Caught herself a wealthy young man. She’s a little jealous of her friend Vera. Does a dumb thing by walking home alone at night. Is gang raped. Oh, shit. What happens? Rosalie is cursed for eternity because she was blonde, and pretty, and wanted by all the men, was de-virginized horrifically, and what’s even worse? SHE CAN NEVER HAVE BABIES OF HER OWN!

Seems I recall Smeyer saying something about not liking blonde females so much.

Then there’s Billy Black. He did *something* bad. His wife was killed, leaving him with three children to raise. His daughters left him and didn’t look back. (He couldn’t control his female children and keep them in the fold). His son is “cursed” by turning into a wolf. He ends up in a wheel chair. He never remarried. He did something bad to get all that bad karma raining down on him.

 Might be kind of simplistic, but that’s where I’m coming from.

Very interesting theory! It would have never occurred to me to see a parallel between Billy, Rosalie, and Leah's storylines. I also like the theme with Billy about the Past coming back and haunting him in the present. Arguably if he cheated he would deserve karma more than Leah and Rosalie? It could be a compelling narrative.