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send-me-a-puffalope · 27 days

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Nat rambling about the entire plot of Pretty Perfect Lives for way too long because autism hyperfixation doesn’t stop for no one.

I came for Elizabeth Lail, left debating with my friend about what the fuck I just watched /pos. I was so deeply invested so here’s me just explaining the plot of the entire show:

It starts off with Tiffany and Tucker (imagine Tiffany and Tucker as Barbie and Ken cause that’s pretty much who they are, but as TikTok influencers instead of in Barbieland) recording videos for “the app” and then they’re like back alone in their home and they’re having relationship issues and Tiffany wants to talk about their relationship cause she feels like they’re growing distant BUT she’s recording them secretly so she can post it onto their account for content (which is supposed to be tiktok but they just call it The App probably because they’re not allowed to say TikTok LMFAOO)

And turns out the conversation they end up having is that Tucker thinks he might be into men too but doesn’t want to break up with Tiffany but then Tucker realized that she’s filming all of their emotional talk to show to their audience that they’re “authentic” and rightfully gets mad because Tiffany is using his internal conflicts as content online.

They then post a video about how they’re going to explore an open relationship but open only on Tucker’s side — she was still fully committed to just Tucker. And then they invite this guy Jesse over for a threesome and it was really awkward and Jesse is like oh the way I like to do things is watching the couple do it and i’ll join in when the time is right. and then Tiffany was just like. ohh yeah no i’m not here to participate. i’m just here to watch. and then it was like Jesse and Tucker undressing and Jesse choking him out with a belt while Tiffany was just like fujoing out from her cuck seat

and then Tiffany posted a video about how their “threesome” was and Tucker was like wtf babe you didn’t ask me about this before posting. this doesn’t feel like you respect my boundaries and Tiffany refuses to delete the video because it’s gotten them a lot of attention. and then they argue and then they break up and Tiffany has a panic attack while screaming for Tucker to not leave her alone (Elizabeth Lail’s performance is so so so so good here, her wailing was so heartbreaking) and then the scene changes.

Lights come up and it’s Tucker coming home and being like hey babeeeeeeee and ITS JESSE INSTEAD OF TIFFANY NOW. But it’s like the exact same situation — Jesse keeps wanting him to record videos with him for “the app” and wanting Tucker to quit his job so that they can do like sex work online instead. but Tucker is like woah um. maybe not. what if i want a job in the future. and then he’s like hey babe why don’t we spend some time together instead, off the internet and Jesse has like stopped paying attention and is just like scrolling through “the app”.

Tucker is like trying to sleep but can’t fall asleep and keeps checking his phone and watching videos that Tiffany posted and he’s like shit,,,, i regret breaking up with Tiffany. and he calls Tiffany like hey i wanna get some closure, why don’t you come over. and then Tiffany does in the next scene in the fuckinf hottest full black outfit. black tube or tank top, black jean jacket, black pants and sunglasses and she’s like yeah. i’ve been doing. fine.

and then they have like cuts in of like Tiffany making DAY 68 OF HAVING YOUR BOYFRIEND LEAVE YOU FOR THE GUY WE INVITED OVER FOR A THREESOME videos. the day 195 one was her crying and saying that she was apart of the “women whose boyfriends left them for a man” community but that thanks to neutragena, the redness isn’t as prominent on her face (link in the description /j)

and then Tucker was like i regret breaking up with you so bad i wish we can just go back to the way we were. and then Tiffany was like no, we can’t. we can’t just pretend none of this ever happened. and then storms off

AND THEN THE NEXT SCENE, Tiffany comes home like disheveled and Jesse (now they’re dating) is like babe are you okay?? you can’t just go missing for 2 whole days and say that you don’t wanna talk about it. and Tiffany has a bit of a breakdown and she’s like i miss when we were keeping our relationship hidden, but now everyone on the internet knows and everyone on the internet hates me and i cant take it anymore. We can’t talk this out, we have to break up because i can’t handle this relationship.

This ends with Tiffany screaming I JUST NEED TO BE ALONE and a glitch happens and the whole stage gets like covered in code and the lights start flashing and then the stage goes black.

THEN. Jesse appears on the side of the screen joining as an “interviewee” from the incident that happened in the IRS-P (internet reality simulation project) where a glitch happened in their simulation and that Jesse got out but Tiffany and Tucker was lost in the simulation. FUCKING PLOT TWIST, THIS IS ALL A SIMULATION.

And they were asking him questions and Jesse explained that he was honored at first that the company selected him, a small influencer, for their huge giant new project. He had just wanted to feel the rush of adrenaline of people finding him attractive and in the simulation he found Tiffany and Tucker. in every universe, he was always intertwined with Tiffany and Tucker and at first he enjoyed it but then it felt more and more like they were just using him.

and then he starts dissociating and he starts hearing the interviewer as Tucker and he starts screaming for Tucker and asking him where he is and the interviewer keeps trying to calm him down but he’s like screaming and having a breakdown because apparently he’s experienced this interview multiple times and he can’t escape (so this whole section might still be in the glitched simulation ??? or it’s a trauma reaction. unclear and likely up to audience interpretation) (Nic Ashe was incredible here, his acting was so gutwrenching)

And then eventually when he’s able to calm down, the interviewer is gone and he’s alone again and his light goes dark.

However, simultaneously to this, on the dark stage, Tiffany is in this nude suit and she’s just like. taking the stage apart and putting props all over the floor (I think the nude suits are a metaphor for them being stripped of theirselves or baring themselves to the audience/each other when Tucker comes on)

The lights come back on, Tiffany comes back on in her nude suit and she’s like confused about the home being a mess and then she collects like the 8 phones on the floor and she tries to use two to start a fire and fails. and then Tucker comes in in a nude suit too and he asks her what’s happening and she’s like idk i tried to start a fire but i don’t remember how to. and then tucker is like did you ever know how to start a fire ?? and then he tries — using two phones and successfully starts a fire.

and then Tiffany feels like super useless and then Tucker starts singing “their song” because the mood kinda stinks and then Tiffany is like ???? what the fuck dude. not the time. but then she ends up singing too (and good lord Elizabeth Lail can sing i’m gonna kill myself she’s so hot i’m gonna lose it i’m gonna lose it i’m gonna lose it i’m gonna lose jr she’s like really good at singing jrs reallt i’m actually gonna lose it holy shit.) and they have this whole moment in their nude suits where they like twirled around and sang their song.

and then they kinda go back to being emo and stuff and Tiffany is like i think the simulation glitched. do you think we’re gonna be stuck here forever? Tiffany is like the sky and the ocean have no horizon, that’s not normal. and Tucker is like huh. you’re right. and then Tiffany says she’s cold and and tucker tries to use the objects scattered across the floor to build them a fort (the tripods and a towel) and he asks tiffany if there’s anything else long to use to build the fort and she was like uhhhh there’s a ring light (i think them having the social media equipment instead of real items is a metaphor for them replacing everything truly authentic in their lives with their fake personalities online).

and then the conversation goes sour and Tucker is like i’m trying so hard because i’m worried that if i don’t try then none of us are going to be trying in this relationship. and this part was like really funny (not intentionally) because Tucker is just in this nude suit and he stands angrily away from Tiffany but because of the nude suit, he’s just double cheeked up in the corner. and here they actually genuinely have a true heart to heart talk now that it’s silent and not cluttered by their online lives. Tiffany reveals that she signed them up for the IRS-P because she wanted to see who else was out there that she might connect with better than Tucker because it’s always been him but she didn’t want to lose everything she had with him. She wasn’t content with their relationship but wasn’t ready to let go of them.

Tiffany’s character is so interesting because while she is very clearly in the wrong in the beginning of the show, she’s given more depth as a character— she’s putting on a front for most of the show but when she breaks down from everything going wrong, she admits that she doesn’t even like the sound of her own voice and that she’s made so much of her life about her online presence that she doesn’t even remember who she used to be and how to stop. She has a panic attack when her life starts kinda falling apart when Tucker leaves her but she’s also kinda selfish in that she stops seeing Tucker as his own person and just as an object to gain attention for their “perfect life”. She often shifts the blame onto Tucker when they’re arguing but when they’re in the glitched simulation (the nude suits)— she admits that she does that because she thinks she’s the problem but doesn’t know how to fix herself.

GOD I LOVE,,, ELIZABETH LAIL CHARACTERS. who needs drugs when you’ve got autism hyperfixation

Okay, and then tiffany is like fuck it. and then they both take off their nude suits (Halle-fucking-lujah by the fucking way. I felt like I was committing a crime seeing Elizabeth Lail that undressed) and jump into the “ocean” and they’re like having fun and the world glitches again and goes black.

and then the scene changes again and Jesse comes back onto stage in a suit and sits down and Tucker comes in and tries to makes a conversation and Jesse is like no i think i’m gonna go (i think this is a metaphor for jesse rejecting the simulation and chooses to not staying intertwined with Tiffany and Tucker, by proxy escaping the simulation) and Tiffany comes on in this cute blue dress and she and Tucker start flirting again.

their hair is both wet and they say that neither of them remember how they got there. and then THEIR SONG STARTS PLAYING AND THEY START DANCING WITH EACH OTHER TO THE SONG. and then it fades to black and credits

I think this is implying that Tiffany and Tucker never escape the simulation???? cause they’re very much still in the simulation in the last scene while Jesse chooses to leave.

No one is gonna be reading this whole thing but holy shit I really enjoyed that. I enjoyed the plot way more than I thought I would. More importantly, Elizabeth Lail was drop dead gorgeous 🙏 and I almost died on the spot.

^^ don’t ask me what the America TikTok was about, I can’t explain it to ya JFJWJDJ actually I think it was her acting as a conservative saying that gay men are trying to steal your man from you 💀💀💀 but it’s like meant to be satire dw

#Pretty Perfect Lives #Elizabeth Lail #Nic Ashe #Zane Phillips #nat’s rambles

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nicappletonpie · 26 days

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All Saints (Nic, Mel, Shaz, Nat), Liam, and Patsy all at the same event

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scalarknight · 10 months

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wrigglers roasting over an open fire...

your lusus nipping at your horns...

perigree carols being sung by a jadeblood...

and trolls dressed up like seadwellers...

#have a very homestuck christmas #nat king troll #nic cage #homestuck

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Pick Me

Bucky x reader

The new recruit has her eyes set of a certain set of super soldiers. Especially your super soldier.

warnings: jealously, Angsty bangsty, but also so fluffy fluffy and smutty, clueless Bucky, he really means no harm, go easy on him.

A/n - editing to add: when I first started writing this I loved the concept and wrote a large chunk but then I left it for months cause I struggled to actually finish writing it. This wasn’t even the original ending I had planned but I just wanted to finish it so yes Bucky should’ve done way more, pretend there was a time jump where he does a better job with earning forgiveness 🥲

“Everyone, meet Nicole, our newest recruit for the field agent training program” Tony walked into the common room where you were sprawled out on the couch with Nat, Sam and Wanda while a young woman walking confidently behind him. “She’s going to be staying with us for a couple of months to train before she goes onto the the field” Tony turned back to her, bringing her to his side.

“I’m sure you know everyone but let me introduce you to them anyway. This is the very Natasha, Wanda, Sam and y/n”

“Hey Nicole” You gave her a warm smile, happy to welcome her while everyone else also got up to greet her. “Nice to meet you”

“Oh, ew, just call me Nic! I don’t really go by Nicole” She scrunched her face at the sound of her full name, her eyes scanning the room, clearly looking for someone. “Don’t suppose the very Captain America and Sergeant Barnes are here?”

The hopeful uptick in her voice made it clear that’s who she’d been searching for. Right on cue, the two super soldiers walked into the living room on their way to the kitchen after a morning run.

“Speak of the devils and I do mean devils” Tony snorted beckoning the men to meet the new recruit. “Rogers, Barnes, this is Nicole, preferably Nic”

“Hello handsome” She gave Bucky a bashful smile before turning to Steve and batting her lashes, “and handsome”

“Nice to meet you” Steve reddened at the way she gripped onto his hand before slinking over to the brunette, purposely sticking out her left hand so he’d shake with his metal one. “And you Sergeant”

Bucky gave her a smile and quick shake, excusing himself to get some water while Steve quickly trailed behind him. Tony went on to take her to her room which was on the same floor as yours, all the other spare rooms occupied by a few others who had already started training. Nicole returned to the living room moments later with sweats and a hoodie, her hair tied up, plopping down onto the sofa beside Sam.

“Hey, were doing a girls night, movies, junk food, wine, you wanna join us?” Nat offered with a smile hoping to make the new recruit feel more welcome even though a part of her was wary.

“It’s a lot of fun, I was just about to get some snacks for tonight, let me know what you like” You add with a smile, only to be met with a scoff.

“Mmm, hard pass on that, wine isn’t really my thing, thanks though” She gave the group a tight lipped smile before turning back to the two super soldiers who had also joined at some point, scrolling through phones they finally knew how to use.

“What are you boys up to tonight” She threw them a smile while laying back on the couch and kicking her feet up, letting her hoodie ride up in the process.

“Bucky and I were actually just going get in a work out, nothing much tonight” He said with a smile, not noticing the way Nicole’s eyes lit up.

“Oh wow I actually haven’t been by the gym yet but I guess it’ll be where I spend most of my time for the program”

“You could join us if you’d like, we can show you around” Bucky offered, also missing the smirk that crossed her face, only seeing her bounce right up with an enthusiastic nod.

“Really? That would be great, I’d really appreciate it!”

“Of course, anytime. We’re just about to head down soon” Bucky stretched as he got up, along with Steve, waiting for her to change before heading down. She got up and went off to her room while you picked at the skin on your fingers. You felt a pang of something at the pit of your stomach at Bucky’s offer but you knew he was just trying to make the girl feel like she was part of the team. He knew more about feeling left out than anyone else; of course he’d never want anyone else to feel the same way.

Still.

Something was off.

You shook off the inkling of insecurity you felt, not wanting to over think his intentions. You and Bucky were not official yet but everyone knew there was tension and a clear unspoken dynamic between you both. It was just a matter of time. Unless he had his sights on the new girl...

No.

He wouldn’t do that.

Right?

*****

“She’s getting really comfortable around those two” Nat cocked an eyebrow watching Nicole have a field day sparring with the two men, throwing herself onto Bucky in particular, giggling when he’d help correct her stance or catch her before she slipped. Every since she joined them at the gym, she made a point to only work out when they were both there, finding excuses when anyone else would offer to help her train.

“I guess they are really experienced, so it makes sense...” Your voice trailed off, trying to reason why she was practically glued to their side, again ignoring the uneasiness you felt when Bucky picked her up with ease and set her back on her feet.

“Uh-huh, we’re all experienced” Nat rolled her eyes, plastering on a fake smile when the three finished up on the sparring mat, making their way over to the both you. “You three have a good workout?”

Steve blinked, noting the iciness In Nat’s voice though Nicole seemed unbothered.

“They’re great, can’t beat having the two best soldiers train me” She drawled out, giving them a wink. Bucky couldn’t help the blush that spread to his cheeks, not used to being praised and you couldn’t help the jealously that started to gnaw at you again.

No.

Relax.

“Anytime, Nic” He shrugged while Nat retched internally, deciding to cut through that conversation before it went further.

“You know, if you come by in the afternoons, Agent Hill hosts a great self-defense workshop for women, great way for you to do some networking as well” Nat gauged the way Nicole’s nose scrunched, shaking her head.

“Women’s workshop, sound’s like a drama fest waiting to happen, honestly most of my friends are guys, makes life easier, thanks though” her eyes didn’t leave the brunette, placing herself perfectly between both soldiers. “Besides, I’m pretty good with self-defense already, that's why I got these two helping me with a little extra”

“Anyway! Y/n and I were talking about the event Stark is hosting later night. You’re both coming, right?” Nat looked at the two men before her, purposely avoiding the Nicole but it didn’t seem to matter.

“Are you coming as well?” Bucky asked her, her eyes lighting up again, quickly recomposing herself after. “You could meet a few of the other agents too, get to know some more people”

“Uh sure, I could come by for a bit” She shrugged, coming off as indifferent while shaking with excitement on the inside. “Thanks, Sarge”

You sucked in a breath at the name she kept calling him, always dropping a suggestive tone in her voice. Or maybe you were over thinking it. It was perfectly plausible she was just being nice to the person who was making an effort to make her feel welcomed. Maybe she had bad experiences in other places that made her wary of women, hence why she only stuck to all the guys on the team. You tried to wrack you brain for answers that would make you feel a little better but came up short.

But you didn’t want to be petty.

You were more mature than this.

“We have plenty of dresses if you want to come by and get ready together” You offered again, mustering a smile, making a final attempt to befriend the new recruit but she didn’t even look your way, fully focused on the brunette.

“Uh- not really the dresses and heels type. I’m more of a sneakers girl to be honest” She tossed her pony tail over her shoulder, missing the way Nat’s eyes nearly rolled out of her head while you nodded, watching her sway her hips as she walked off. “I’ll drag myself over if I’m feeling it”

“Oh-okay, then we’ll just see you there!” You called after her while Nat dragged you off, uninterested in your constant attempts to be friendly.

“C’mon, lets get you ready. I’m going to make you look so hot, Barnes ends up on his knees” The red head smirked while you squeaked, feeling your face heat up. “We’re putting you in that red dress, the one that makes his pants feel too tight, don’t think I didn’t catch him adjusting himself the last time you wore it”

“Nat!” You hissed, hoping he didn’t hear, the both of you in a fit of giggles as you made your way to your room. “Oh my god” you hid your face while she dug through your closet, pulling out the tiny dress that hugged your body perfectly, the red color making you stand out in the best way possible.

“Go shower while I get all the make up out, I’m tired of miss pick me trying to get a buy one get one free deal with those two”

You snorted, hopping into the shower, letting the hot water destress your muscles, feeling a little more hopeful with the dress choice you were going with. Nat didn’t waste any time; as soon as you were out, your hair was styled, make up done and heels strapped. You knew you looked good when both Sam and Tony did a double take, letting their eyes shamelessly linger on you with low whistles.

“Y’know if you’re done playing games with terminator, I’d be happy to take his place” Tony wiggled his eyebrows while you giggled, taking a seat on the plush couch of the lounge where everyone else sat.

“What are you ladies drinking” Steve came over with a tray of drinks from the bar, already well aware of what each person liked to typically order.

“I’m good with a beer” Nicole shrugged, rolling her eyes when you took the pink drink from the tray, “Ugh, I don’t know how you drink those, they’re so sweet, do you even taste anything at that point?”

You shrugged, quietly taking a sip of the raspberry lemonade while she gulped her beer, signaling for another after slamming her bottle down.

“You guys took forever to get ready, this is why I can’t deal with makeup and dresses n’shit” she snorted, directing her comment mostly at you, “That’s a pretty bright color, I thought tonight was supposed to be lowkey?”

“Well I think you ladies look beautiful” Thor boomed, not catching the snark in Nicole's voice, his smile wide and voice completely sincere. “Especially you, Lady y/n”

“Thank you Thunder” You smiled, though the giddiness you felt initially had taken a second hit for the night. He beamed, setting down a bottle of Asgardian mead, searching for the two soldiers.

“Alright, where are the two that need this” He looked around for Steve and Bucky, since they couldn’t get drunk off of regular alcohol. Bucky strode in clearly dressed to kill, in all black from head to toe. Steve joined his side, their faces lit up like it was Christmas day seeing the crystal decanter in the God’s hands. Bucky’s eyes flicked back to you, his breath hitching in his throat, seeing you in his favorite dress.

“Fuck sweets, you look-

“C’mon Sarge, how about a little competition” Nicole nudged Bucky, cutting off the trance he had on you, her shoulder pressing into his, biting her lip and eyeing the alcohol, “Let’s see how many shots we can do”

“This might be a lot to handle doll” Bucky chuckled while you froze hearing what he called her. Her eyes lit up again, quickly glancing over to you, her eye brow quirking before leaning into him more.

Since when did he call anyone else doll.

You felt your stomach sink, taking another long sip of your drink instead, but nothing distracted you from the banter that was taking place before you.

“Ugh, finee, I’ll stick to regular vodka, c’mon Buckyyy, lets gooo!” She practically clung off him waiting for him to pour shots, inches away from crawling into his lap as he grabbed the bottles. You couldn’t tell if the flush from his cheeks was from the alcohol or the constant giggles Nicole made whenever he spoke but either way, you didn’t want to watch any longer.

“Where are you going” Nat grabbed your arm as you got up to leave, though you didn’t need to say anything for her to understand. Her green eyes glared at the tipsy solders who were now busy with a game of pool, surrounded by the rest of the team, Nicole practically crawling up Bucky’s legs each time it was his turn. “For fucks sake-

“They’re just having fun, don’t worry about it” You stopped Nat before she stormed over, shaking your head. As much as you wanted to red head to have her way with any of the three at this point, you couldn't be bothered. You were not about to fight for Bucky’s attention; if he wanted to give it to you, he would...

Right?

You thought things would go back to normal at some point. But it didn’t. Nicole made a point of training twice a day, anything to get her hands on the brunette. Anything to feel the cool metal of his hand on her. In fact she’d taken up most of Bucky’s time outside of just training, always finding ways to tag along with Steve as well, all while avoiding the rest of the team.

*****

“What's wrong sweets” Bucky could tell something was on your mind while he stroked your back, his body still warm from the way he took you apart at least 3 times before filling you up till you were dripping and soaking his sheets. He had finally gotten an afternoon off, tossing you over his shoulder when he found you in the kitchen, not letting you get a word in as he shut the door behind him. You wanted to argue back that he couldn’t just have access to you any time he felt like according to his convenience, but as soon as his soft lips were on you, you melted, turning into a moaning mess seconds later.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages” You shrugged, toying with the corner of Bucky’s blanket, starting to feel more like you were just a body to warm his bed than someone he actually wanted to be with. “We haven’t really hung out recently”

You had let yourself relax into his hold only for him to curse under his breath a second later after he noticed the time. He shifted you off him, making his way over to the closet to pull over his jeans and Henley before scrambling around for his wallet and keys.

“Bucky, what are you-

“Sorry doll, I forgot I promised to take Nicole to the corner diner, showing her around a little bit cause she’ll be staying for a few extra weeks”

Fantastic.

“You spend a lot of time with her” You didn’t want to come off as jealous, keeping your voice even, though you were close to tearing someone's head off. Bucky didn’t seem to notice, humming in agreement while sitting at the edge of the bed to pull on his socks.

“Yeah, she’s fun!” Bucky said casually, which only made the weight in your stomach feel heavier. “She almost beat Steve in MarioKart, just when he thought he was unstoppable”

“Hm” You didn’t bother saying anything else while Bucky threw on his jacket, patting down himself to be sure he didn’t miss anything. He caught the way your face had fallen, his cool metal fingers slipping under your chin to tilt your face up.

“How about we hang out after? Around 7, we’ll watch a movie together, okay? I’ll grab dinner for us. Promise doll” He kissed your forehead before jogging off, closing the door behind him.

You were ready by 6, too excited to wait till 7, having showered and changed into something comfy, laying out Bucky’s favorite snacks and adding a few more soft pillows to the bed. You knew it was still early so you didn’t mind lounging around for a bit, anxiously checking the time as it neared closer and closer to when he was supposed to show up.

An hour later, it was 7.

Then 7:30.

And then 8.

By 9, you had left everything as is, blinking back the hot tears that wanted to spill, retreating back to your own room, not wanting to see him at all, even if he did have a good excuse for not showing up, which was highly unlikely. You shut the door, throwing on an oversized t-shirt and crawling into bed, burying yourself under the covers, no longer bothering to hold back the tears that began to soak your pillow.

****

Bucky cocked his head curiously, seeing his bedroom door left ajar, wondering why it was open when he definitely closed it before leaving. As soon as he stepped in, his heart dropped to his stomach seeing the pillows that were propped up against the headboard, his favorite snacks piled on the fluffy blanket, your fuzzy bunny slippers left behind beside his bed.

He cursed under his breath when he realized the time, remembering his promise to you, running straight to your room, only to find it closed with the lights turned off. He tried knocking only to be met with silence, carefully turning the handle and letting himself inside.

“Doll?” He felt his heart break further seeing the small lump under a mountain of blankets, curled up into a ball “Oh, doll” He strode over, sitting at the edge of your bed, careful not to wake you if you were asleep, his hand gently tucking a strand of hair from your face.

“What” Your voice cracked, hoping he’d think its from sleep and not the fact that you had been crying.

“I’m so sorry sweets, we lost track of time, we went out to grab food and then Sam suggested we check out that new arcade just down the street”

We were supposed to do that you thought to yourself, swallowing down the lump in your throat, refusing to let your emotions get the better of you.

“And then Steve and Sam had to leave half way cause they had a mission early in the morning. Nicole wanted ice cream so we went by Carla’s before coming back-

“You took her to Carla's?” You cut Bucky off, your heart breaking further. That particular ice-cream shop always felt like something special you shared with Bucky, the place he took you to when neither of you could sleep. It was the place you shared your first kiss with him, the place where he said he felt something between the two of you. It’s not like you owned the store but it felt like the final straw, your resolve finally breaking.

“Yeah, I-

“Just go Bucky” There wasn’t a hint of iciness in your voice; just disappointment and defeat, both far worse than you being angry. Bucky froze, pulling your blanket away from you, only for you to push his hand away, burying yourself further into the sheets.

“Doll?”

“Don’t call me that” It was the indifference in your voice that left him hurt and confused, mouth opening and closing, “Please leave”

“Sweets, I can make it up to you, I promise-”

“It’s fine James” You shrugged, pulling the sheets higher up, not willing to speak anymore, knowing you’d burst into tears again if you did. Bucky reluctantly decided to let you sleep, figuring you’d hear him out the next day but no.

How wrong he was.

You avoided him in the morning.

And the day after that.

Nearly a week had gone by and you didn’t spare him a second glance, always finding an excuse to evade him whenever he trailed behind you. It didn’t help that Nicole attempted to stay glued to his side, not giving him chance to get you alone.

*****

“What’s with you” Sam watched Bucky slump down onto the sofa, where everyone else lounged around, his face sullen from a lack of sleep, grumpiness amplified because why were you avoiding him so much?

“Y/n isn’t talking to me” He shrugged, while Nat glared at him.

“I wonder why” the red head mumbled, rolling her eyes at his confusion.

“When was the last time you guys spoke” Steve inquired, equally concerned about why you were ignoring his best friend. Bucky was the last person to share stories about his love life but at this point he was desperate. He recalled the events of the last time he spoke to you, promising a movie night, going out with Nicole, taking her for ice cream, running late, apologizing to you afterwards, where did he go wrong?

“I didn’t mean to forget-

“Bucky!” Nat slapped him upside the head while he yelped, looking at her with puppy eyes.

“What did I do?”

“Barnes, you absolute doorknob, you took her to all the spots you take y/n to, you’ve been spending all your time making little miss I’m one of the guys feel comfortable, you’ve made y/n seem invisible and you’re wondering why she’s not talking to you?” Bucky blinked while Nat continued, her annoyance only growing when she saw a message from Nicole pop up on Bucky’s phone.

“You treat Nicole like your girlfriend. Imagine some new guy joins us, makes a point of eye fucking y/n the entire time, finding ways to constantly flirt with her and touch her, you’d be fine with it? Imagine he avoids hanging out with the guys but makes all the time in the world to chase after anything with breasts. On top of that, how would you feel if y/n went out of her way to make said guy feel more welcomed when he clearly just wants to get into her pants. You’d be fine with it?!”

Bucky shook his head, though still not fully understanding because Nicole was just a friend, not someone he’d even be into. Plus, its not like she was into him like that, right?

“But Nicole doesn’t want to-” Bucky started, shutting his mouth when Nat nearly hissed, staring at him while he did the mental math, “Nicole wants to get into my pants?” Bucky looked at Nat wide eyes, ducking the cushion she was about to whack at his face, all the pieces finally clicking together. He groaned, running a hand over his face, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. Just as Sam and Steve were about to hum in agreement with Nat, she glared at them, their eyes growing wide.

“And you” Nat turned to glare at Steve, his shoulders slumping when he realized he wasn’t in the clear. He squeaked when Nat pulled his ear, giving it a squeeze, “What were you thinking. You didn’t once think it was weird she only trained with you two? Haven’t any of you noticed Nicole doesn’t hang out with any of us, Just you?” Nat waved her hand at the men that sat before her, their dumb stuck faces only adding to her annoyance. “Idiots”

As much as Bucky wanted to hit his head onto a brick wall, he didn’t have time to waste, immediately springing up from the couch to look for you. He checked everywhere he could but you were nowhere to be found. He was so desperate, he found himself shuffling outside of Tony’s lab, hoping FRIDAY would give him your location.

“You’re asking for a lot Barnes, y/n might add my name to the hit list if I tell you where she is”

“Please” Bucky was ready to beg on his knees while the billionaire huffed, watching the former assassin look like a lovesick puppy. He cocked an eyebrow, noting the glassiness of Bucky’s eyes on his desperate face, nodding before calling for FRIDAY to look for you. “Also, I need another favor...”

****

“Y/n, babygirl” He’d never felt such relief before, seeing you make your way to your room, coming back from your hiding spot from the roof, the scowl on your face clearly showing you weren’t trying to talk to anyone one your way over.

“Oh, I’m babygirl now? Has doll now been reserved for Nicole” You couldn’t hold back the sneer in your voice, walking away faster, ignoring his calls.

“Baby, please!”

No.

“Baby, wait!” Bucky chased after you, not willing to let another day go by without you knowing exactly how he felt. He managed to get hold of your hand, gently tugging you towards his chest and spinning you till your back was against the wall, his chest nearly pressed to you. “Please, I-I need to talk to you, tell you how I feel”

“There’s nothing to talk about”

“Yes there is” His voice was earnest, baby blues searching your downcast eyes, his finger tilting your chin up to look at him, “There’s so much to talk about, I adore you”

“Do you also adore Nic?” You scoffed, while Bucky’s cheeks warmed with embarrassment, the pink spreading up to his ears.

“There’s no Nic or Nicole, theres just a y/n, my y/n, only you doll” You rolled your eyes at his response, trying to move away but Bucky wasn’t having any of it, keeping you pressed against him, “I’m sorry darling, I didn’t realize what she was doing or get her intentions. I thought she just wanted to get to know the team better”

“Wow” you huffed under your breath, wishing you had the space to flick the super soldiers forehead.

“I know, I’m an idiot, and I’m an even bigger idiot for not making it clear I’m so utterly and desperately in love with you” Bucky bit his lip as soon as the words left his mouth, he’d said everything under the sun except those words before. But they were true and he’d kept it inside long enough. “I love you, I love you, fuck, I love you”

You squeaked in surprise when he scooped you up in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder, walking over to his bedroom, smiling when he felt your small fists hitting his back, your butt wiggling to be put back down.

“Barnes, put me down, you can’t just say you love me and then carry me away like a complete ogre!” He set you down, kicking the door shut behind him before wrapping his arms around you tightly again, falling more in love with your irritated pouty face.

“I love you sweet girl. God, I’m so in love with you”

“You’re an absolute idiot”

“An idiot who is in love”

“You’re so cheesy” You willed yourself not to smile, ignoring the butterflies that fluttered at his words and love struck eyes. “you’re still a dick”

“I know. M’sorry angel, I didn’t realize what I was doing, I never wanted to hurt you. I should’ve known something was up when all she wanted to do was train 24/7 but I guess I misunderstood her intentions cause I didn’t see her as anything else. I’ve only ever had eyes for you baby, you have my heart. You always will”

“Where is she right now anyway?” You melted into his chest, closing your eyes at the feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Isn’t she supposed to be leaving soon?” Bucky didn’t respond, his hands starting to wander your body instead, slipping up your shirt, rubbing soft circles on your hips. Without warning, he picked you up again, tossing you on the bed and pouncing on you, peppering your face with kisses.

“Bucky what are you doing” You giggled feeling his beard tickle your skin as he started to trail kisses down your neck.

“I may have requested Tony to have her stay an extra night” Your face twisted in confusion at his words but the devious look on his face made your tummy flutter.

“And he happily agreed because...”

“Because...?”

“I want her to hear how good I can make the girl I picked feel” Bucky smirked as he crawled off you, stripping his clothes off before tearing yours off immeitedly after. “M’not gonna waste another second, gotta let the whole compound know who my best girl is”

****

“OH G-GOD J-JAMES FUUCCCKKK”

“That’s it pretty princess, that’s it, cum on my dick baby, my good girl, fuck you’re so good to me, look at that, God you’re soaked baby”

“Jesus Christ” Nicole huffed, no longer able to ignore the moans coming from Bucky’s room while the rest of the team pretended to be none the wiser, your loud love making carrying all the way down the hall. Bucky happily disabled the sound proofing in his room before pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, railing you into the mattress.

“Baby you look so pretty when you’re all stretched out like this, c’mon you can take more, spread those legs for me baby, open up, c’mon, lemme in”

“HNG PleasepleasepleaseJames”

“So perfect when you beg, cock’s all yours mama, m’all yours, go on and use me, that’s it, ride this dick, you own me”

“Bucky, gonna-c-cum, gonna-cum!”

“Cum for me princess, God I love you”

“You want a snack?”

“Nick?”

“Uh-Nicole?”

“Huh?” Nicole whipped her head around to where Steve was innocently holding out the bowl of popcorn, while Sam stood up to grab more snacks before the movie started. She stared at everyone surrounding her acting as if they couldn’t hear the way you were screaming your vocal chords raw, the super soldier moaning louder than you, “N-no, I’m fine”

Tony cocked an eyebrow at the way her jaw clenched, mindlessly scrolling through her phone while Bucky’s thrusts punctuated with each word.

“Y’feel so. Damn. Good. baby, could spent my whole life like this making love to you”

“Fuck, I love you James”

“Ugh- they’re so loud” Nicole rolled her eyes again in hopes that someone would feel the same but all she got were blank stares back.

“I mean, terminator is practically in love with her” Tony shrugged while the others nodded in agreement.

“They’re cute. It’s about time they made it official, don’t you think?” Nat asked sweetly staring directly at her while Steve tried to chime in as well, his cheeks burning hot pink between the sounds of skin slapping and moaning.

“They sound so happy together” he stuttered out while Sam snorted, choking from laughter.

“Oh God, oh god, fuck-Jamie-JAMIE”

“Yup, real happy”

“I-I think I’m actually gonna call it at early night, stay at the recruiting center tonight instead” Nicole headed straight to the main doors without looking back, the rest of the team giving each other satisfied smirks.

Bucky collapsed beside you, panting, his short locks clinging to his forehead, a thin sheet of sweat covering his body. He truthfully stopped caring about what Nicole could or couldn't hear half way through, meaning every single word he said as he took you apart over and over again. You giggled at his shy smile when he pulled you into his chest, pulling the sheets over you both, kissing your forehead.

“I love you pretty girl. I love you so much”

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creativepromptsforwriting · 1 year

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Names with Cute Nicknames

Girls' Edition

Sometimes we just fall in love with a cute nickname for our characters. So here is a list of names that you can name your characters, even though you will only call them by their nickname.

Abigail - Abbie, Abby, Gale, Gail

Adaline/Adalina - Ada, Lynn, Lina

Adriana - Riana, Addie, Drea

Alexandra - Al, Alex, Alexa, Allie, Ally, Lex, Lexa, Lexie, Sandra, Sandie, Sandy

Amelia/Amelie - Millie, Lia, Mimi

Anastasia - Ana, Stassie, Stassy, Stacey

Antoinette - Ann, Annie, Toni, Netta

Ariella - Ariel, Ari, Ella

Aurelia/Aurora - Auri

Beatrix - Trixie, Bea

Berenike/Bernice - Berry, Bernie, Nikki, Neecy

Calista/Calliope - Callie

Cassandra- Cass, Cassie, Cassy, Sandra, Sandy, Sandie

Cassidy - Cass, Cassie, Cassy

Cordelia - Delia, Deli

Danica - Dani, Dannie, Niki, Nika

Dorothy - Dot, Dottie, Doro

Eleanor - Elle, Ellie, Lea, Nora

Esmerelda - Esme

Evangeline Evie, Evi, Eve, Lina

Evelyn - Evie, Evi, Eve, Lynn

Felicitas/Felicity - Feli, Fliss, Lis, Lissa

Francesca - Fran, Frannie, Frankie

Frederike - Fred, Freddie, Freddy, Rike, Kiki

Genevieve - Eve, Evie, Genna, Gina, Ginny, Viv

Jasmine - Jas, Jazzy, Mina, Minnie

Josephine - Josie, Joe, Phin

Leonora - Leo, Nora

Madeline - Maddie, Maddy, Lynn, Ada, Addie

Marigold - Mari, Goldie

Matilda - Tillie, Tilda, Mattie

Melissa - Liss, Lissa, Mel, Mellie, Missy

Natasha/Natascha - Nat, Nattie, Sasha, Tasha

Olivia - Livia, Liv, Livy, Ollie, Olive

Penelope - Penny, Poppy, Nelly, Polly

Philippa - Pippa

Rosalie/Rosalia - Rosie, Rose, Sally, Lia

Rosemary - Rosie, Rose, Mary

Veronica - Vero, Ronny, Nic, Nica

Wilhelmina - Minnie, Mina, Wil, Willa

Winifred - Winnie, Win, Freddie, Fred

More names!

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#nicknames #writing ideas #writeblr #writing #writing inspiration #creative writing

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thecapricunt1616 · 3 months

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Dad!Carmy x Beach Day

Okok guys more Dad!Carmy brainrot! It’s time for a walk *gently grabs your hand* okay okay so your first is away at summer camp for the first time, that was it’s whole ordeal (Carmy cried the whole first week they were gone intermittently bc he missed them esp. after you put your littlest to bed bc ‘the routine just feels odd babe we’re missing one’) so to turn his frown upside down you had been planning little outings so he wouldn’t just sit by the mailbox every day like a sad puppy waiting for the letters your kid sends home. Todays outing: A beach day!

(More BTC 🫶)

So as soon as your Toddler got up that morning and told you she wanted to make sand castles that day, the choice was easy. Seeing your sexy man carrying your little girl on his shoulders while you relaxed and enjoyed premium beach snacks that he’d pack for you and get some well needed tanning time? That was always a good day.

By this time - Carmy has gone full dad mode because having a son old enough for sleep away camp and a daughter out of diapers that’s about 8 years of dad-ing, he has it all. Meaning, the man has yes - he’s gotten a truck. *Keep walking don’t look at me that way* because imagine he’d be like

‘Babe- think, when we take the kids camping, or when we go on trips- we need something with a lot of space, plus it’s so comfy inside! And seat warmers! So you won’t get cold in the winter. And I can get a snow plow for the front so i don’t have to keep spending hours doing the driveway in the winter, and grocery shopping! Whenever we go to Costco we never have enough space and it’s so much safer you should see the safety ratings on this thing the guy really sold me on it. Unc was for it babe! He told me to go for it’

Like he would have an endless amount of reasons but let’s be real. Little man, big truck - plus your son would think it’s cool. So you’d be all comfy up front with your cooled seats, your daughter in back in her little princess sunglasses and flip flops chewing on bubble gum to be like dad because after 6 years he’s just replaced cigarettes with nic gum and he hasn’t even considered quitting. Of course she’d have one of those little screen things on the back of the seat and bluey is on deck, or Ms Rachel if he’s feeling particularly educational that day.

He would of course stop at Starbucks when you and your daughter ask and get her a lemonade and a cake pop, get you your signature drink he’d already have memorized for years and then a black cold brew for himself - I still can’t picture the man having anything in his coffee he still seems like a black coffee dude to me!!!

When you get to the beach he has the whole set up. I’m talking he has the truck bed loaded, he has a beach cart and everything. You are a beach cabana family you are that family. Because let’s be real if Carmy is anything he’s prepared and every family needs that guy so Nat and Richie and all the nieces and nephews would also come hang!! He’s researched and found you the comfiest beach chairs, he has a timer on his watch and is carrying the baby to the tent and baptizing her ass in sunscreen but it’s funny because you have to force him to let you get his back

He would totally be the sand art uncle, he would help his daughter make the sickest sand castle ever, he would teach Evie his ways too like he’d have a whole method with adding water to build a base he would be in there. Oh!! And he would loooove taking his daughter hunting for seashells. Like imagine you’re just watching as he walks back and forth with her on the shore, bright blue bucket in one hand and her little hand in another, crouching down whenever he finds a cool one and doing the same when she finds one she wants to show and bring like

“Wow! That’s a pretty one baby, I can’t wait for you to show mama that one!” He would be so supportive omg. Also teaching her how to write her name in the sand 🥹. Don’t even get me started on him bringing her swimming. She would absolutely love the game of holding onto his back while he dives under the water and he’d tell her like “take a deep breath we’re gonna go under ready!” And he would just tire her out within a few hours so that she could take a nap on his chest in the cabana after you have lunch and get a chance to talk. Premier sandwiches of course, Carmy has mastered the beach sandwich. Doritos, the whole lot.

Oh!! Oh!! And he is a total grill master. He has a little charcoal grill he makes you guys smash burgers on the beach and you get to hang and watch the sunset, around the 4th he would always bring sparklers for the kids they would be heavily supervised of course because Carmy plus fireworks is a nervous wreck but sparklers are ok

And of course on the way home your daughter would beg to stop for ice cream and he would be suckered in because he is absolutely the pushover parent.

To end the day if you came home and checked the mailbox and there was a fat letter from your son detailing all of the stuff they’ve been doing that week along with a ton of pictures from the polaroid camera you sent him with it would be a day he gushes about literally forever ingrained in his memory.

Okay, I hope you enjoyed our walk 🫶

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #the bear fx #the bear #the bear fic #the bear hulu #carmen berzatto fanfiction #carmy berzatto fanfiction #the bear fanfiction #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto fic #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto blurb

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ariadosanon · 6 days

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[TW: FAMILIAL INFIGHTING, MENTIONS OF POKÉMON DEATH.]

[A video is attached. The image of a vaguely nervous Rotom sits in the corner of the recording, a frown on his face. Nictoria is being recorded again, and the content seems... deeply personal.]

The video opened on Nictoria in her living room. The young woman was sitting on her couch, facing a holographic screen projection from her P ★ DA. Her expression was hard to read, as she kept lowering her head to her knees. A man with similar facial features, and white hair is looking back at her. From the image of him, it was clear he was wearing a Pokémon Ranger uniform, minus the usual hat. He looked disappointed, or maybe even a bit angry with Nictoria. Before the viewer could assume anything else about the situation, Nic spoke up.

“Wes, I swear on my time that I am doing my fucking best.” She said, visibly clenching her jaw.

“I know this can’t be your best.” Wes replied instantly. “Because I’ve seen your best, and killing at least two Pokémon in one night isn’t that.”

“They attacked me, first.” She finally snarled out, a clear excuse. She looked away from the screen, unable to make digital eye contact with the man. She ran her clawed hands down her face.

“Those Pokémon were not guilty of their trainers' sins. They didn’t deserve to die— and especially not in the way you murdered them.”

“I have a right to fuckin’ defend myself!”

Wes shook his head vigorously, crossing his arms and glaring at Nictoria. A scarred, yet regal Umbreon hopped onto his shoulder, staring into the camera with its trainer's same intensity.

“Just because they worked for Rocket doesn’t mean you can maim them and then kill their Pokémon.” He said sternly. He paused, hesitating before his next words. “Listen. I could tell that, despite everything, you showed restraint during that battle,” Wes said, his tone softer. “But what’s less for you is still too much for everyone else, Little Shadow.” He grimaced. “You still need to change.”

Nictoria immediately stood up at that comment, startling the Spinarak on the couch with her. She bared her teeth like a wild animal as she shouted at the man on the screen.

“I’ve been fucking changing! I haven’t stolen or bought a stolen Pokémon in a whole YEAR! I’ve only got ONE Shadow Pokémon in my possession that isn’t a NAT— I even started keeping my useless feeder Pokémon in better living conditions! They have fresh fucking leaves, Wes! FRESH FUCKING LEAVES!” She screamed, clapping her hands between words for emphasis. “What more do you fucking WANT from me!”

Wes didn’t react to the violent outburst, seemingly used to it from her. Umbreon, however, bristled, snarling at Nictoria from his trainer’s shoulder.

“It’s not about what I want from you.” He said, still calm. “I’m your brother, not your Interpol agent. I’m just worried that you’re relapsing.”

“Well I’m not,” She snapped. “And you can tell that brat, Chrono. I’m fine.” She insisted. “All these stupid motherf—”

“Victoria, listen to me.” He interrupted, quieting his sister down.

“Interpol may be letting this incident go, but I can’t. I’m not going to let Tegan play games with you, or video call you on the weekends anymore.” Nictoria’s face fell, her anger immediately evaporating into pure panic. “You— Why the Cel not!?”

Wes dragged his hand down his face again, looking away from the screen and his sister. This part seemed to be genuinely distressing for him. Umbreon rubbed his head against his trainer’s cheek, nudging him on.

“Rui and I got called into a parent teacher conference. He’s been mimicking your speech patterns— He’s been saying things to the other kids— and he’s been hitting the other kids.”

“Well- the hitting isn’t so great,” she chuckled nervously, sitting back down. Nictoria began hitting her hand against her thigh rhythmically, perhaps an attempt to calm down

“But sure he can mimic me, that's fine— I’m his aunt— what’s wrong with a kid looking up to his aunt?” She desperately pleaded, “Maybe he’s just having a bit of a rough phase— You know I never talk about— My past around him!”

“Vicky— I don’t think either of us are buying that Neo-Snagem or your ‘streams’ are fully in your past,” Wes said sincerely. “Today he’s telling other kids their partner Pokémon are ‘dumb’ and pushing them over, tomorrow, then what? He joins up with Rocket? He starts a Team like you or Da did?”

“There’s a big fucking difference between the two!” She shouted in disbelief, spreading her arms out. “I’m doing better, Wesley, I’m doing my best—!“

“I can’t believe you yet.” He said honestly. Umbreon nodded in agreement with its trainer, staring down Nictoria like a hawk.

“Maybe in another year or so we can revisit the idea.”

“A year!?”

“A year.” He said sternly, holding up his hand. “And that’s the best offer you’ll be getting. Rui didn’t want you to see him again at all.”

She swallowed hard, but nodded to the projection of her brother.

“Okay.” Was all she said.

“… I love you, Vicky.” He replied, “I know you can get better. I’ll call you again next week? Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Okay. I love you…”

“Okay.” She grunted back, before adding a hesitant: “Love you.”

As soon as Wes hung up the phone, Victoria slowly stood from her spot on the couch. She took a deep breath…

And smashed the coffee table with her bare hands, screaming at the top of her lungs.

[The video is abruptly cut off here.]

#pokémon irl #rotumblr #irl pokémon #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #tw Pokémon death #tw familial infighting #lore post

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burninblood · 6 months

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It's Bucky's birthday! <3 <3

What has Nat planned for the day to celebrate together?

(I bet they took the cats and the bike and went out of town for a pic-nic!)

#buckynat #winterwidow #bucky x nat #i think i love you james buchanan barnes

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imawreck · 2 months

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Trigger

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Original Character

Summary: Bucky wishes to remember his past with Max and he's willing to go to the farthest lengths to retrieve those memories...

Warnings: Canon violence, Winter Soldier doing his thing, lots of angst

Word Count: 5,891

Max-

The morning after my date I was woken up to a knock at my door. I dragged myself out of bed and quickly threw on some clothes, jogging to the door. I peered through the peephole only to be met with an eye eerily close to the other side. "Natasha, you can't see inside from out there. You look like a creep." I opened the door, eyeing the redhead in front of me.

She had a wicked smile on her face, "Breakfast is ready so I told the guys I would come get you. I really only said I would so I could harass you about the details of your date." She pushed her way into my room, setting herself on the edge of my bed.

I groaned, "It's a little early to be grilled." I shut the door and made my way over to sit beside her. I didn't want to disclose too much, it was too personal to share all of what happened and Natasha and I weren't that close. "I had a really great time at the carnival, and we danced after dinner which was also a great time. Nothing really happened other than that."

Natasha studied me with a curious gaze, "Nothing? Really?"

I shook my head, "Nothing at all. It was simple and innocent and I loved it." I got up from the bed and made my way over to my chest of drawers, tugging out the black sweater Bucky had given me a few days ago and slipping it over my head. The fabric dropped to around my mid thigh and Nat eyed it suggestively.

"Are you sure nothing happened?"

I rolled my eyes and stalked to the bathroom to brush my teeth. "Yes Natasha, nothing happened. Bucky gave this to me a couple nights ago when he came to check on me after the interrogation. It was cold and I didn't plan ahead and buy heavy clothes when we went shopping. He lent it to me and I plan on washing it and giving it back eventually." That was a lie, I wasn't going to give it back to him unless he asked for it back. He had told me to keep it after all. I crammed my toothbrush into my mouth, brushing my fingers through my messy hair.

Natasha slumped her shoulders. "How boring. Well, you should at least come out and have breakfast soon. Bucky seems anxious to see you."

I smiled at that, looking back at her through the doorway. "I'll be in soon, thank you for telling me breakfast was ready."

She hummed as she exited the room and I hurried around to join the rest of the team. I was oddly nervous to see Bucky this morning. The way the night had ended was perfect and I was somehow afraid it would make seeing Bucky after it awkward. I finished brushing my teeth and took one last look in the mirror, grimacing and wetting down a stray hair. I left the room after slipping on some black socks pulled up to my knees over the pair of grey leggings I wore to bed. I felt comfortable and warm in the soft fabric of Bucky's sweater as I rode the elevator to the commons room.

When I rounded the corner, I was met with the smell of eggs and toast and the clatter of silverware against the groups plates. The soft hum of their conversations was a comfort in itself, it was never lonely in the tower. Tony was the first to greet me as the two of us plated our breakfast. "Goodmorning kid, how was your night?"

I beamed at him, "It was absolutely perfect Tony, thank you for everything."

He nodded giving me a soft pat on the back, "I wanted you to have a good time and I'm glad that you did."

I made my way around the plated food, scooping up my portion and grabbing a bottled tea from the fridge. I nearly rammed into Bucky as I turned around and had to jut my plate out to the side in order to keep it upright and out of the collision. I pressed a hand to his chest for balance and he was quick to steady me with the brush of his palm against my hip. "Easy, doll."

My heart thrummed every time he used that nickname and I could feel my cheeks warm against my will. "Thank you, good morning."

Bucky gave me a smile, his eyes crinkling. "Good morning, nice sweater."

I punched him gently in the arm, avoiding his eyes. "Don't tease me."

"I wouldn't dream of it." His arm reached around me and opened the fridge. The action brought him mere inches from my face and my eyes widened. He grabbed something from the door and shut it, holding eye contact with me. "Wanna sit with me?"

I swallowed hard and shook the look of surprise off my face with a nod and followed him over to the bar, taking the seat next to him. Bucky seemed awfully confident today. I sipped my tea as he took his seat and we both ate it relative silence as we listened to Sam, who had gotten back from quite a long errand Shield had sent him on, as he talked openly to the group. Natasha sat with Banner a little ways away from the rest of us and listened to the scientist talk about something regarding his studies. Steve was on the other side of Tony at the bar which was a little odd considering he normally sat next to his best friend in the morning.

"Bucky," I looked between him and then to Steve down the bar, "is something wrong between you and Steve?"

I watched Bucky's shoulders tense and his lips draw into a thin line, "Yeah, we had an argument before the date last night. It's nothing to worry about, we just need some time to ourselves."

I nodded, stabbing some eggs onto my fork. "I hope you guys can figure it out."

We ate the rest of our breakfasts in the cacophony of our teammates. It was peaceful, wonderful and perfect. I never wanted to live a day without their bickering. I had come to love the tower of misfits. They were close knit and sarcastic, dysfunctional at times, but anyone could tell that they loved each other in their own little ways. They were a family.

After breakfast I said my goodbye to Bucky with a light squeeze of his shoulder and a soft smile that he was quick to return. I returned to my room to retrieve my book, gently setting it in the crook of my elbow and making my way back to the commons room. One of the other great things about the Avengers was how busy they all seemed to be. They never stayed in one spot for too long which left the room practically empty and the perfect space to spend my afternoon. I wasn't as busy as the rest of them due to being the most recent addition to the tower. I was really only ever busy if Tony needed Hydra information or assistance on a suit.

I sprawled out on a large white leather chair near the window, throwing my legs over the arm and closing my eyes against the warm rays of the sun. I could tell it was cool outside from the chill radiating from the window, but the sun was bright in the sky nonetheless. I propped open my book and began reading once more from the beginning.

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Bucky-

The elevator doors slid open to reveal the hallway leading to Banner's lab. Last nights date had just added to my need to remember my past, remember Max. It seemed like a dream now, the way she had seemed so shy with her words. Max was hardly ever shy.

Max. Max. Max.

The named fit her so well, no wonder I had chosen it all those years ago.

I peered through the glass, searching for Banner behind the bleached desks scattered throughout the room. His dark hair curled up from a chair where he was bent over a microscope. Natasha sat in the corner with a frown on her face telling him something I couldn't hear. I pushed open the glass doors, gaining both of their attention.

Natasha sent me a sly grin, "Hey, lover boy." She sent me a wink.

I rolled my eyes, "I have to ask a favor."

The redhead leaned up in her chair. "Relationship advice? Jeez Barnes, I thought you were a lady's man back in your time."

"No, not about that." I could hardly contain my frustration. "Banner, I need your help."

The man swivelled around in his chair, eyeing me cautiously. "What do you have in mind?"

"I want to figure out why I can't remember Max. I think if we can trigger the Winter Soldier and have him interact with her it will trigger some memories."

Banner's eyes went wide, "Woah, woah. First of all, who is Max? Second of all, you want to trigger the Winter Soldier?"

I raked my hand through my hair and stared at the floor, "Max is Snow and Snow is Max, she's the same person. She told me her name last night. I think the only way for me to remember her is if she comes in direct contact with the Soldier. He knew her, and whenever she says certain things I can remember them in flashes." I looked up to gauge his reaction.

Banner looked doubtful and definitely not convinced. Natasha on the other hand looked surprised, "So she had a name this whole time and just didn't tell us?"

I let out a frustrated sigh, "It's complicated. Memories are important to her and she rarely shares them. Now-"

Natasha interjected again,"But she shared it with you."

I could hardly keep from strangling her. "Yes. Banner," It came out a little too loud so I heaved a breath. "Look, you said you would help me try and get the Winter Soldier programming out of my head. Consider this an experiment. You can scan my brain waves or whatever you have to do to know what's going on. I just want to know if it will work." I hesitated, "But Steve can't know and neither can Max until you have me completely under control."

Banner frowned, "Why can't we tell him? He is usually the one to take care of you when things go south. He is kind of necessary for the whole 'completely under control' part."

Natasha nodded at his statement.

"He won't agree with it and he and I aren't really on speaking terms as of right now."

Natasha's brow raised at that. "Trouble in paradise?"

I sent her a glare, looking back at Banner. "Please, Banner. I just want to try it. If it goes south we don't have to do it again. You can even sedate me if it comes to that."

He stared at me for a long moment before nodding slowly, "Alright, I'll do it. Under one condition." He looked over to Natasha, "She stays to kick your ass if anything goes wrong."

"Deal." I doubted that Natasha could handle the Winter Soldier alone having tried it before and failing, but if that was what Banner needed to feel comfortable trying this than so be it. With a heavy sigh, Banner began prepping the lab.

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Max-

I had fallen asleep in the chair after finishing the book. I had sat in the sun an hour after waking up, basking in the remaining light as the clouds threatened to swallow it up. When they finally did, it was around three in the afternoon. I retreated to my room and pulled out the top drawer of my nightstand to tuck the worn article safely away in the back. I picked up the hat from where it sat on the top of the stand, running my fingers over the leather patch with a smile. I made a mental note to wear it everywhere I went; rain, snow, sleet, or sunny days.

I was in the middle of removing Bucky's sweater from my shoulders, the fabric stuck halfway off over my head, when Friday called out to me in an urgent manner. The building rumbled as she spoke, "Snow, you are needed in the laboratory. The Winter Soldier has been activated and is currently fighting the team."

I ripped the sweater off my head and tossed it to the bed as I raced through the door and out into the hallway as panic overtook me.

The elevator was too slow, I needed to move quickly. I darted for the stairs, taking them in leaps of four before I gripped the railing. The metal groaned beneath my fingers as I heaved my weight over the edge and plummeted downward. I counted the floors as I fell and reached out to snag the edge of the stairway just above the floor I needed, cracking the cement as I swung, and shooting my body through the gap between the floors. I stuck the landing hard, cracking the cement floor beneath me and sending a jolting ache through my legs. The tower shook but I ignored it, blowing through the doors and staring right down the hall towards the chaos.

The first thing that drew my attention was Natasha. Her legs were wrapped around Bucky's head, his face reddening with the pressure as his metal arm continued to pry at her limbs. Her hands held something between them, leading me to believe she had something wrapped around his neck to aid her in knocking him unconscious.

I barely waited a second before launching towards her, yelling at the top of my lungs, "Stop! Stop fighting him!"

In three bounds I was behind her, reaching out to grip the back of her shirt to pry her off but before I could, I felt the hairs on my neck rise as a metalic 'whoosh' rang through the air.

I whipped around, extending my outstretched hand to latch onto Cap's shield, before it could make contact with my head, betrayal leaking onto my face as I launched it back full force. It thudded against his sternum but not before he could slow it. It still knocked his breath from his lungs. His glare hardened as he coughed hard and launched himself at me.

We had sparred before in the gym, I knew his moves before he could strike.

Steve swung his shielded arm out towards my head to which I blocked with my forearm, making the mistake of leaving my side wide open. His fist connected hard to my ribs and I grunted in pain, crying out, "What is wrong with you! I am trying to help you!" Letting the rage bubble up in my chest, I curled my wrist behind his neck and gripped the base of it, shoving him downward and bringing my knee up hard into his nose, tossing him into the wall of the lab.

Natasha had been knocked aside by Bucky, who now kneeled on the floor sputtering and drawing in air. Tony was descending on him fast, using his metal suit to grip Bucky around the waist and throw him into the wall. Bucky was quick to recover in time to hold off Tony's assault as he pinned Bucky against the wall once more and they battled it out. Metallic scraping and crashing filled the room.

I took off towards them, digging my fingers between two plates in Tony's suit and tearing it away. I repeated this with two more plates before he spun around and aimed his repulsor at me, charging it up. I stared at him in horror before burying my fingers deep in his plated palm and removing it before he could engauge. Bucky was slumped against the wall, clawing away from the two of us and gasping.

I was furious, shouting at Tony's metal clad face, "Is this how you handle this kind of thing?" I clawed at him, finding the chinks in his armor and using them to throw his body across the lab. He crashed into the glass sending spider cracks through the panel.

I spun around, staring down Clint in a silent threat at his drawn arrow. He drew away, visibly flinching as he did so. Within the time it had taken me to remove Tony, Natasha had managed to get herself back on Bucky's shoulders with her wire, attempting once more to knock him out. I took the opportunity to fist the back of Natasha's shirt and the back of Bucky's and wrench them apart, shoving both of them in opposite directions. Natasha crumbled to the floor, her eyes wide and her legs kicking out under her. I snatched the wire cord she had been using from where it dropped on the floor and tore it apart, throwing it at her feet in fury. I turned to Bucky, still sputtering and coughing hard from Natasha's attack, barely able to miss the metal fist flung directly where my nose would have been.

I continued to dodge, "Winter! Look at me!"

He growled, ramming his elbow into my back. I cried out in frustration, dropping low and wrapping my fingers around his ankle, pulling his leg out from under him. Bucky's face rammed into the concrete with a thunk and a groan left his lips. He rolled over onto his back with wide eyes, his brows furrowed in confusion and anger before he flung himself to his feet. Blood dripped down his face, accentuating the rabid look in his eyes.

I held my hands up in open palms, backing away. "I don't want to hurt you, Winter. You know who I am. Look at me."

I could tell he wasn't focussed, that his mind was still scrambling to make sense of everything. More than likely, whoever triggered him told him he didn't have a mission. Without a mission, he doesn't know what to do and in this state his mind is fragile. Easily upset.

Again he swung for me, this time with his flesh arm. I met him halfway, getting close to him before gripping his wrist and spinning it behind him. With a swift kick, I had him kneeling on one knee and flailing his metal arm to try and grab whatever part of me he could reach. I pinned his metal arm behind his back much like the other, holding them in a vice grip as I spoke to him through gritted teeth. "Winter," I gripped a handful of the hair on the back of his head, tugging it hard to urge his head upward to face me, "I said look at me!"

Our breaths mixed in the inches between us, both of us panting hard from the exertion. His eyes flickered frantically between mine, searching in the confusion. His breath slowed, the first indication that he was regaining himself. When his eyes didn't search so frantically, slowing their movement and taking in my face a little more than he had before, I felt the stress in my shoulders lessen.

I stared right back, smoothing away any signs of aggression I might have held on my face and listened to his heart slow. I loosened my grip on his hair, allowing him to tilt his head to examine me some more.

His mouth opened, his teeth drawing his lip between them for a moment as his brow furrowed. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and raw. "I know you."

I released his wrists then, nodding slowly and letting out a breath. I moved around to the front of him, "You know me." I extended my hand to him, pulling him up when he took it. He didn't release my hand, rather pulling it towards him and moving his body between me and the others. His body was tense, the machinery in his arm whirring as his plates readjusted to his clenching fist.

I took his fist between my hands, moving to his side to peer around his arm. "Wait, don't. They won't hurt us." There was hesitation written all over his face. I know it couldn't have made any sense to him, having just fought them. "Trust me." When he gave me a nod, I moved around to stand in front of him.

I stared at the members in front of me. All of them wore varying expressions of frustration and confusion. Tony was appalled with the fact I had damaged his suit, it was evident in the way he clenched his uncovered palm and held the crumpled pieces of shrapnel in his fist.

Steve was the worst of them all, his eyes lit ablaze with a hatred I didn't think the man of peace could possess. Blood leaked from his broken nose.

I drew my brows together, "He isn't a danger to any of us, you have to understand that. As long as you aren't aggressive, there won't be an issue."

Steve scoffed, "He just attacked Banner after being activated. He wasn't given a mission so he shouldn't have attacked. He is unhinged, Snow!"

I could feel Winter press his chest against my back, ready to defend me if he needed. My hand instinctively latched onto his wrist to keep him still. I shook my head, staring Steve down. "He's confused and scared, Steve. This is your best friend we're talking about. He just doesn't understand what being missionless means."

I couldn't explain it all right this minute. I needed to get Winter out of the possibly hostile environment or he would have another episode. I panned over to Tony. "Tony," I pressed, "I'm really sorry about your suit but violence isn't the right way to handle him when he's like this. He just needs some peace. I can take care of him until we get Bucky back, just give us some space. He has to relax."

I wasn't sure what I would do if he said no.

I didn't want to get physical with Tony, but if we couldn't get him to relax then it would prolong the amount of time Bucky was suppressed in his own body. "Please, Tony. Let me help him. I'll fix your suit, just let me do this."

The expression on his face was grim and unpleasant. I didn't want to disappoint him, but I couldn't risk Bucky getting injured if he chose to deny my request.

Tony dropped his head, scratching the back of his neck. The action caused Winter to tense again to which I sent a squeeze through his arm.

When Tony looked up again, there was defeat in his eyes. "Fine, but he doesn't leave the floor of the commons room. I'll have it ready by the time you get up there. It will be secure," He sent me a pointed look to indicate his underlying meaning. Locked. "You can handle this?"

"Yes, I've got it. Thank you, Tony." I took one last glance at the others before I left, trying hard to keep the anger off my features as I led Winter out of the room and into the elevator.

The Soldier stood stock still at my side. I let my hand drop from his wrist, fearing that the contact might cause him to feel restrained. He was quiet, but I caught his eyes flickering down to me once or twice on our ride. When the elevator leveled, I nodded towards the doors and we both walked into the commons. The glass windows were sealed with thick metal sheets from the outside making it impossible for any natural light to enter the room. All the lamps were turned on but the main lights were dimmed. No one was in the room and the two of us were quiet.

I turned to Winter, taking in his appearance. His lip was busted and he had a cut along his cheekbone. Blood was smeared across his mouth and under his nose, but it had stopped flowing which was a good thing. He held his fists at his sides and blood trickled to the floor from the splits along his knuckles. I knew there was a medical kit under the sink but I needed to make sure that he was comfortable enough for me to be that close to him.

I took hesitant step, "Winter?" He was already watching me, his cold blue eyes analyzing every one of my movements. "Could you take a seat for me?"

I tilted my head towards the white chair I had napped in earlier today. His body moved mechanically, moving forward and taking a seat on the clean leather. He rested his hands on his knees and stared at the floor.

A pang shot through my heart, "Can you tell me what you remember? Please tell me everything you can from the beginning till now. I want to help you."

His whole body tensed as he spoke in his strained voice, "There was a man, a doctor... He told me I didn't have a mission. He had me cuffed to a chair in a lab. I thought... I thought I was being terminated." I watched him hesitate as he frowned, opening his lips. "Am I being terminated?" Winter looked up at me then, fear wild in his eyes. I could hear how hard his heart was pounding inside his ribcage. He was waiting for a punishment.

"Oh no, no, Winter. You're not being terminated. No one is going to hurt you here, those people were just as confused as you were." I crouched down slowly, keeping my voice soft. "You don't have to worry about getting hurt here. You can talk freely without being punished. You and I are just going to sit in here and figure things out."

Winter stared at me for a long while, letting his eyes wash over me. "I know you."

I nodded, confirming it once more. "You do. We have known each other for a very long time."

His eyes cleared a bit at that, "Your name is Max."

"That's right," I encouraged as I bent on my knees in front of him. "What else can you remember?"

His dark hair fell across his eyes and he folded and unfolded his hands with his brows pressed together. "You... you're always close, always here. I can't remember how I know you."

I could tell that he was beginning to get frustrated, "Hey, that's okay. It will come to you, I promise."

Winter looked down at me with his cloudy eyes and light frown, reaching out his bloody hand to lightly brush a strand of my hair away. "I want to remember you."

I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks at his statement, wrapping my hand around his own and pressing it to my face. "You will. It just takes time."

His calloused thumb stroked over my cheek as he pursed his lips but said nothing.

"Let me clean you up, you're still bleeding." I pushed off from the floor and let his hand drop from my face. The kit was buried under a bucket of cleaning supplies and a pile of washcloths in the very far corner of the cabinet. I hauled it out, kicking the pile of washcloths back into the cabinet and nudging the basket farther back before I returned to Winter's side. He watched me sift through the items inside, sitting quietly and more relaxed than he was before.

I set aside what I needed to clean his wounds and shut the container. I ripped open a alcohol wipe, shooting him a small glance of apology as I swiped it across his knuckles and the cut on his cheek. He flinched but otherwise let me help him. I opened the butterfly stitches, peeling away the paper and placing a pair of them across his cheek, tugging the skin back together and pressing them down as gently as I could. Next, I folded some gauze over his knuckles and wrapped them firmly in a bandage. Once I deemed it an acceptable repair job, I threw away the trash and returned the kit to the cabinet.

Winter spoke from his spot across the room, "I hurt you."

I frowned, "Hm?"

"When you were trying to stop them, I hurt you." He wore a pained expression, obviously regretful of his actions.

"Don't worry about it, you weren't in the right mind. Plus, I'm completely fine. No harm done." I sat on the floor in front of him once more, smiling kindly. "I did also smack your head against the floor, so you could count us even." That pulled a rueful smile onto his face for just a moment. "How about we watch a movie?"

Winter tilted his head to the side, scarily resembling a confused puppy, "A movie?"

I nodded, "Here, let me show you. Come sit with me on the couch." I bounced up, jogging over to the tv and turning it on. I knew that Tony had put in this really old western movie for the teams next movie night and thought it was perfect to distract Winter long enough to lull him into sleep.

Just as the player blinked to life, voices rose from behind the elevator. Shouting. Winter was at my side in an instant.

"Snow!" Steve came barreling through the elevator doors, the blood from his nose smeared across his face and on his sleeve. "You don't have any right to give orders around here, let alone handle a Hydra weapon as an Ex-Hydra agent." Tony stood behind him, staring sternly at the back of Steve's head. I could tell this wasn't his idea.

Winter glared holes into Steve's face while I spoke up from my place in front of him, careful to keep the two men separated. "You know I don't work for them anymore. I have given you the information you need to defeat them and will continue to do so. I'm even helping you fight them. So what is this about, Rogers?"

He continued to stalk towards me, eyes sharp, "This is about Bucky. He doesn't need to be trusting someone like you. You aren't trustworthy, you don't have a side. I don't trust you, with a background like the one you have, to be in control of Bucky while he isn't himself." I could feel Winter's breath picking up the closer Steve got.

His words stung, but the frustration and urgency I felt outweighed anything else. "Steve, we can sort this out later. Right now, I need you to back away." I held his gaze, leveling him with equal parts anger and frustration. He didn't stop though, even went as far as reaching out towards me.

He didn't get very far before a metal arm shot out and wrapped around the collar of his suit to heave him against the wall besides us.

Winter held him there with a fire in his eyes, "Don't touch her."

Steve scowled into Winter's face, "You're controlling him now, aren't you? Using him to protect yourself from the rest of us. What are you planning? Is this what Hydra meant by all their pieces were in place? Are you their pawn, Snow?"

I scoffed, "You're kidding me, right? This is ridiculous!"

"Is it? I've seen the way you fight. You don't have any morals or alliances. You just do as you please and don't care who gets hurt in the process!" Winter gripped his collar harder, knocking his head against the wall once more.

It didn't seem to deter Steve much. "You always go on about how close you and the Winter Soldier were too. I bet you're ecstatic that he's back."

I pushed out an angered breath, "Easy, Winter. Don't hurt him." I placed my hand on his metal arm, pressing down on it lightly. His eyes bored into Steve's for a moment longer before he released him, letting his feet touch the ground once more. "Steve, you need to go. You are being irrational."

The elevator toned again, causing all of us to turn towards it's direction where Sam strutted through the doors. He paused at all our attention, eyes wide, "Uh, am I interrupting something?"

Tony shot him a look, "Where were you? Bucky went haywire and you weren't even in the tower!"

"I went out for good coffee! You drink dirt here!" He gave us a shrug and peered over Tony's shoulder to give Winter a once over. "So Bucky isn't Bucky."

Steve piped up from his where he stood, "No he's not, and Snow is manipulating him."

"I'm not manipulating him," I growled. Winter raised a threatening hand before I tugged it back to his side. "All of you need to leave. Now."

Steve shook his head, "I'm not leaving until Bucky is back."

I groaned, running my fingers through my hair and tugging on the ends. I paced in a circle, desperately fighting the urge to strangle Steve just to remove the worming headache threatening to overtake me. "You don't get it do you?" I blew a breath out of my nose, "Winter, will you please go sit on the couch over there? I need to talk to these people for a moment."

Winter gave me a questioning glance, shooting a look of hatred towards Steve before he did as I asked, brushing his bandaged knuckles against mine as he passed me. It didn't go unnoticed by Steve.

"Tony, can I talk to you for a second?" I prayed he would be more reasonable than Rogers.

Tony obliged, letting me tug him over to a corner away from the other two men who took to having an unspoken staring contest with Winter. I stared hard at Tony, "I need you to get them out of here and keep them out until I can get Bucky back. I don't know if you believe that shit Steve was spewing, but it isn't true. I want Bucky back as much as you do, he just needs to be in a relaxed atmosphere and that," I jerked a thumb over my shoulder, "Is not relaxed. In order to get Bucky back, Winter has to fall asleep to reset his mind. Since he hasn't been wiped, Bucky can come back if he passes out. So, I planned on making him watch a movie until he was comfortable enough to fall asleep. Hence why I needed him alone. Winter feels comfortable around me. It's the only way that doesn't require you to knock him unconscious."

Tony nodded as I spoke, watching the others over my shoulder. "I understand, Cap just won't listen to reason right now. I don't know why he has such an issue with you, but he always gets this way when Bucky is involved. I think if you let him cool down and tell him what you just told me, he would be willing to let you stay in here until Bucky is back. Just let him stick around for a little bit."

I huffed, marching back to the sofa. The headache had taken root in my brain and I had a feeling that getting Bucky back wouldn't be as easy as I thought.

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mintelsa · 9 months

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Again feel free to put suggestions in the tags!

#star wars #sw thrawn #eli vanto #thrawn #thrawn trilogy #sw lit #star wars books #thrawn ascendancy #grand admiral thrawn #star wars eu #fanfiction #tumblr polls #my polls #timothy zahn

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gothimp · 7 months

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🧸 🥂 🍰 !!!!!

Ty!!!! 🩵🩵

🧸 BONUS! Include one of your favorite moments between them!

Lorcan does everything but say he loves her for the longest time. She can feel the love and devotion through their connection, even the companions can in some moments like at that encounter in the moonrise towers, but he saves saying it until they are face to face with dame aylin’s prison which is how i headcanon his ass passes that dc30 roll since i got a nat 20

🥂 What does a night out look like for them?

Somewhere with live music. A new dress or pair of earrings to help persuade shadowheart to dance. A nice private tavern room somewhere to go afterwards. Lorcan is surprisingly social so he likes taking her to busy places where they have to lean in and whisper to each other. He definitely wouldn’t complain if they took a detour before getting to their room after either.

🍰 What is 'their song'? Officially or unofficially.

Too Close by sir chloe is one i keep going back to for them but they have a whole playlist. I like deftones cover of Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want for them too 🩵

Ahhhh also Silver by nic nim because of act 2 reasons, lorcan does have a fling with a harper at the last light inn while him and shadowheart are broken up

#ask games #oc: lorcan #lorcan x shadowheart #nes.txt

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nicappletonpie · 11 days

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Nic in her book

I LOVE NAT SO MUCH😭 "Yeah, he walks like a monkey, but he's really sweet."

#nicole appleton #all saints #britpop #britpop 90s #nic appleton #90s music #all saints band #90s britpop #90s #music 90s #appleton #appleton band #nat appleton #natalie appleton #liam gallagher #liam gallagher and nicole appleton

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xflixer7 · 3 months

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some MORE yj headcannons (i always have them brewing)

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lottie

has a collection of fancy watches

good with kids

chronic vape stealer i fear

obsessed with animal crossing and mincraft

likes pokémon

has a cute nintendo switch lite (the pink or teal one)

used to be so obsessed with the hocus pocus movie when she was little

nat

has WAY to many posters

had a sally face hyper fixation

hates on nic because he’s loyal to cigarettes

plays alot of frat boy video games (x box for life)

misty

loves fandoms because she feels welcomed and has something to bond with people over (she has something to be apart of)

has asthma 😭

has fish and all the of the ones that have died have had proper funeral services

has like A LOT of kpop albums and photo cards posters everywhere she’s obsessed with kpop

shauna

loves jeff buckley and the smiths she injected music into her like a needle

jackie

obsessed with the sims and always plays it on her computer (it’s on the verge of blowing up)

was someone’s roblox boyfriend

tai

used to be a super annoying potter head in fifth and sixth grade

van

made her and tai go as ron and harry potter as a couple costume for halloween and tai acted like she hated it she secretly loved it and stole all of vans reeses:(

k love you by

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deanwinchesterswitch · 2 years

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The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas

Part Three: Hail the New

Square: Creating New Traditions ~ @spnchristmasbingo

Song: Deck the Halls ~ Nat King Cole

Pairing: Dean x Nicole {Nico/Nic} OFC

Summary: Nic and Dean hold in feelings as they each try to find common ground regarding the holiday. Sam’s secret is out.

Warnings: Flangst, mild language, canon divergence

Word Count: 3,125

Beta: @wayward-and-worn. Thank you for helping get things on track.🤗😘🤗

Credit: @talesmaniac89 made the gorgeous title card and divider

Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to my wonderful friend, Stacey (@princessmisery666). As you know, this past year has been rough. Your friendship and support through all of it are so greatly appreciated. Love ya!!!❤️❤️❤️

Series Master Post

Dean wakes the next morning to an empty bed.

Last night she’d found him in the library where he was waiting for her. She draped her arms over his shoulders, leaning down to whisper, 'I’m sorry', and kiss his cheek. He’d responded in kind before rising, capturing her hand in his and letting her lead him to their bedroom.

Not long after they’d officially become a couple, she’d made him promise they would never go to bed mad at each other. Said that they had enough bullshit going on in their lives that they didn’t need to bring it into the bedroom. He’d initially thought it was cheesy but had come to appreciate it over the years.

The thought of not falling asleep next to her would always leave him feeling sick. With her lying in his arms, he feels whole. She keeps his inner demons at bay. On the rare occasions they are separated from one another, he usually chooses not to sleep. Instead, he stays up reading, watching movies, or roaming the bunker's cold vacant hallways, his thoughts always landing back on her.

She’s feisty and stubborn, calls him on his bullshit, and takes him down a peg or two when needed. He loves her all the more for it, but when their stubbornness is pitted against each other, it’s like hell on earth. Again.

He doesn’t feel guilty about his reasons for not wanting to do the whole Christmas thing. However, he knows that despite the trials she went through growing up, Nic still enjoys the season, and he does feel guilty for putting a kibosh on her plans, especially after initially agreeing to them. It’s not that he hates the holiday, but as he said, nothing good ever happens to them. Like Nic, he hoped this year might be different, but he can’t seem to ‘get into the spirit’.

Part of their agreement is that if there are things left to discuss, they will address them when they wake up the following day. He knew if he talked to her, she would listen …really listen, not judge him. He just hadn’t found the will to do it yet. Deciding not to let it drag out, he’d opened the way for a discussion as they’d gotten ready for bed.

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“Are we okay?”

“Of course we are.” She smiled, shimmied out of her jeans, and tossed them in the laundry pile.

“Because, you know, I could explain, for the millionth time, all the reasons why Christmas sucks.” Miracle trotted into the room, and Dean closed the door behind him as the pup settled into his bed.

She’d paused, shirt half unbuttoned, the creamy skin of her thighs bared when she’d thrown her hands in the air, and bit back, “Dean, what’s the issue?”

He bit his lip and tried to steer his wayward thoughts about his head being squeezed between those muscular, gorgeous thighs back to the conversation he’d started. He cleared his throat and shrugged, “I just want to make sure you understand why I don’t want to celebrate.”

“I believe I do, but you know you can talk to me about it, right?”

Dean nodded as she removed her jewelry and placed it on the nightstand. When he didn’t respond further, she continued.

“I know that growing up the way you did that the holidays sucked for you. Mine weren’t always that great, either. I thought, well hoped,” lips briefly pressed together, she yanked the bed covers down, “that since we now have a home and no big bad threat looming, we could try something new.”

He wanted to talk to her and explain the emotions that had been plaguing him the past few weeks. How left behind he felt while she and Sam seemed to be moving forward and navigating their new lives with minimal struggle. Wanted to tell her about the loss of purpose he felt since ‘the family business’ had been relegated to a side hustle. Wanted to let her know that he was ready to start putting himself first once in a while but that he didn’t know where to start. It might not exactly be how he’d envisioned it, but the fairytale he talked about wanting but never believed he would have is coming true, and he doesn’t feel like he has a place in it.

“Dean?”

She popped the last button on her shirt, and he decided that discussion could wait for another time, so he deflected. “I can think of some new things I would prefer to try.” She laughed when he shot finger guns at her. When she snorted, he laughed with her. Once their amusement settled, he reached across the bed. “Seriously, though, we’re good?”

“Yes,” she winked and let her shirt drop to the floor, “we’re good,” then slipped her hand into his.

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After a couple of rounds of blissful activity, she had asked if he wanted to discuss anything. Curling around her, he assured her that he was fine—he was good.

So much for putting myself first.

He'd told her that he didn’t have anything to talk about, and though he still isn’t ready to have what he is sure will be an intensely charged conversation, it’s a little disconcerting when he finds her pillow vacant and the sheets cold. She rarely leaves the bed before him, and he worries that maybe he has missed something. He aggressively tosses the covers aside, and the sudden movement causes Miracle to sit up, an expectant tilt to his head as he stares from his bed across the room.

“C’mere, buddy,” Dean pats his chest, and the pup scuttles across the floor, hopping onto the bed. Turning his head to avoid a full-face lick, he catches sight of the note propped against the light on his nightstand. He gives Miracle a big hug before reaching over for the folded card.

Flipping it open, he throws his head back with a roar of laughter, reading the first line, ‘You were VERY good!’, causing Miracle to bark and howl in response. The dog pounces around, pulling and twisting the bedding, and Dean takes a moment to calm him before reading the rest of the note.

‘Sorry, I’m not there. Needed to run some errands. I’ll bring back some pie.’

Tilting the small card, he smiles, seeing the shiny imprint of her lips as a signature, and brings it to his nose. The faint aroma of the honey-flavored lip balm she wears dispels the last of his uneasiness.

“Whelp,” Dean sighs, rubbing the top of the shaggy mutt’s head, “looks like it’s you and me again today, boy. What should we do?”

Bored out of his mind, Dean absently flips through channels. It’s a barrage of Christmas movies, holiday cooking shows, and ads hawking cheesy decorations, cheaply made toys, and useless gadgets. Pressing the off button, he tosses the remote onto the table. Miracle lifts his head from Dean’s lap at the disturbance and looks up excitedly.

Running his hand down the dog’s back, he mutters, “I don’t know about you, bud, but this isn’t cutting it.” Since their lives have calmed, the days of idleness are running together into a neverending blur of sloth. He’s not sure how much longer he can handle it before he goes all serial killer.

Looking at his watch, he jolts with concern. It’s almost 3:00, and he still hasn’t heard from Nicole. Donna had texted him a couple of times, asking off-the-wall questions like what his favorite donut was and his preferred choice of toppings. Not random at all, but whatever, he’s always down to talk about food. His phone vibrates as he reaches toward his back pocket, chuckling as the word ‘home’ appears on his screen beneath Nicole’s name as if she read his mind.

“Let’s go see our girl,” he smiles at Miracle, who trots happily next to him out of the room and down the hallway.

Nic is setting bags on the wooden table as he and Sam walk into the kitchen from opposite directions. “Hey, glad you’re both here,” she smiles. “Would you mind getting the rest of the things out of my car while I put the groceries away?”

She turns into his embrace when he grabs her hips, wrapping her arms around his neck, and whispers, “I brought you two pies.”

“Sweet talker,” he smiles into the light peck he plants on her lips. Sam clears his throat, and Dean pulls her closer, intensifying the kiss.

Nic lightly slaps his chest when he finally lets her go. “You just can’t help yourself, can you.”

Wiggling his eyebrows, he teases, “Not when it comes to you.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” Raising her own brow, she fixes him with a stern gaze, letting him know that she knows the deeper kiss had been more about annoying Sam than a greeting of affection to her.

With a smirk, he turns to Sam, “C'mon, Sammy. Let’s do as the lady asked.”

As they head out of the room, she laughs to herself, hearing Dean chastise his brother. “Did you hear that? Two pies. Nic NEVER forgets my pie.”

With the brothers helping, the groceries were put away in record time. Setting the last jar of peanut butter in the cupboard, Nic laments, “I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“Well, you bought enough food to feed a pack of wolves, so why don’t I make some sandwiches?”

“That would be wonderful.” She squeezes his ass as she passes behind him. “Thank you.”

“Hey, watch it, Grabby McHandsy.”

Smiling sweetly, she pouts, “I couldn’t help myself.”

“You two make me sick,” Sam huffs, but Dean hears the undertone of amusement and laughs.

As he begins to pull ingredients from the fridge, Nic asks Sam to help her with the rest of the packages on the table.

Carrying a plate of food for each of them, Dean joins them in the library about ten minutes later. Nic pours him a drink as he sets a plate down in front of her. “Who are those for?” he asks, spying the stack of brightly wrapped boxes on the other table.

“Just a few small gifts for family and friends. There’s one for you,” she tosses out and hums between bites, “Best food ever.”

“It’s just a sandwich.” Dean amusedly shakes his head. “You always say that.”

“That’s because it’s always true.” Holding her glass in salute, she cheers, “To the best chef I know. Thank you.”

Setting his plate down, he hands the final one to Sam. Moving to the end of the other table, he sifts through the boxes, looking for one with his name on the tag. Shaking it when he finds it, he asks, “Can I open it?”

“Yep.”

The too-quick response makes him eye her skeptically. “It’s not a gag gift, is it? Nothing’s going to pop out and try to scare me? Cause you know, I don’t scare that easy.”

“Cat,” Sam coughs, trying to hide his smirk behind his hand.

“Yorkie,” Nic mumbles, biting her lip as she turns away.

“Very funny. Two comedians, huh? You do remember that I nearly died, right?” he huffs.

Nic smiles sweetly and pouts, “I do, babe, and I’m thankful every day that you didn’t.”

“Hmph,” he rolls his eyes in annoyance, “whatever.”

“Go ahead. Nothing weird is going to happen.”

Excitedly ripping off the paper, he then places the box on the table to open it. Peeling back the layer of tissue paper inside reveals red and black checked flannel, and he teases, “Are you regifting the shirt you stole from me?”

“Ha! Now, who thinks he’s on Comedy Central.” She pulls out the material and stands, holding the garment up to him.

“Pajama pants?”

“Yeah, I thought they would be fun to wear for-” She cuts herself off, clears her throat, and then grabs an unwrapped box, quickly opening it to show him the contents. “They match mine, and I thought they could be part of a new tradition. They’re soooo soft and will keep us warm on movie nights. But it's not a big deal if you don’t like them.”

Her wide grin and sparkling eyes do a number on his heart, and he can’t help but return her smile as he leans down to kiss her. “Thank you.”

Taking the box from her, he sets it on the table next to his, noticing a name he doesn’t recognize on one of the packages, and asks, “Who’s Stacey?”

“A new friend and Sam’s girlfriend,” she matter-of-factly replies.

Sam chokes, spitting the bite of the sandwich he had just taken back onto his plate, and Nic quickly covers her mouth, trying not to snort as she laughs.

“I knew it!” Dean blurts, pointing a finger and leveling a smug look at his brother before snapping his head back in her direction. “Wait, how did you know?”

“After a post office run a while back, I decided to treat myself to a coffee from the bookstore cafe that I like. I caught sight of Sam through the window as I was crossing the street. He and a curly-haired woman were making lovey-dovey faces at each other.”

Dean snickers when Nic puckers her lips, imitating kissing noises, and Sam huffs that he was doing no such thing.

“Anyway, I knew Sam would clock me the moment I entered, so I came home and waited for him to tell us about her, but he never did. A couple of weeks later, I was in town again to pick up some holiday cheer I had ordered. She was in the cafe, sitting at the same table. I knew Sam was still at the bunker, so I decided to introduce myself. See if I could find out how serious things are and whether I needed to have the ‘don’t hurt my best friend or I’ll have to kill you’ talk with her.”

Sam slumps in his chair, his cheeks almost crimson, and Dean can’t help the proud smile splitting his face. She loves to tease Sam almost as much as he does. Watching his brother’s discomfort grow as Nic continues to speak fills him with wicked glee.

“She was leery of me at first. Thought I might be a jealous ex or a significant other he lied about not having. Once I told her I was in a relationship with his brother, we bonded over having something in common. After all, dating a Winchester isn’t exactly a piece of cake.”

Both men straighten with righteous indignation, but Nic rambles on between bites of Dean’s sandwich that she begins to eat. He opens his mouth to scold her for stealing his food but quickly snaps it shut, reminding himself that she hasn’t eaten since early this morning. He can make another one for himself later. Besides, watching Sam’s flustered irritation is too enjoyable to interrupt.

“She’s a writer …fiction. Good at it, too. She’s let me read some of her stuff. We exchanged numbers and emails and met for coffee several times. I like her. She’s smart, unpretentious, has a sharp sense of humor, and a lovely English accent.” She winks at Sam over the last comment. “We became pretty fast friends, so I invited her to join us on Saturday.”

“What’s going on Saturday?” Dean suspiciously questions.

“The entire family is coming over.”

“The entire family? Wait. Is that why Donna has been texting me about donuts?”

“Yep, Jody and the girls, Donna, Garth, Bess, and the kids.” She chuckles, looking over at Sam, “and Stacey.”

Sam’s shoulders roll, and his chest puffs, but she preempts his bitching. “You know, she believes in the supernatural. I know you haven’t told her what we do, but you might be surprised about how accepting she would be of the facts.”

“Everyone? In my kitchen? Absolutely not!” Dean grouses as he strides around the table, the delight in Sam’s embarrassment shoved from his mind.

“I thought we could have a cookie exchange. Bake some treats? Just spend some time together.“ Nic quickly blocks his exit, placing her hands on his chest. “Look, none of us had a normal childhood. Or anything remotely considered traditional. The good memories are few and far between. It doesn’t have to be a Christmas celebration. We’d be creating our own tradition. We can call it whatever we want. You know, hail the new,” she cheers. “It’s deep-fried dough and piles of sugar. We’ll have pizza and beer. All the things you love!”

Dean inhales sharply, and he’s sure she can feel his heart pounding against his rib cage. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he runs the other through his hair. She’s trying to find a compromise—a way for each of them to enjoy the emotionally charged time of year.

A warm hand cups the side of his jaw. “You don’t have to join us, but I hope you will. Just think about it?”

“Yeah… I can do that.” Pulling her into a hug, he whispers, “Can we talk later?”

Arms wrapped tight around his waist, she nods against his chest, whispering back, “Of course.”

Shoving the emotions back into their designated compartments, he brushes a lock of hair back at her temple, then steps back.

“So what’s in this bag?”

“Shit.” Nic’s hand shoots past his in an attempt to grab the bag’s handle first but ends up knocking the package clear off the table. As their hands grapple to catch it, they both miss, and it lands heavily on the cement floor. The sound of glass shattering fills the space.

Dean’s eyes widen as Miracle rushes over to see what the commotion is about. Nic squats down to grab his collar, “No,” she admonishes him, picking up the bag with her other hand.

Nic looks up at Dean, eyes misted over as she asks, “Will you please take him while I make sure there’s no glass on the floor?”

“What was in the bag?”

“N- nothing.”

“Nico-”

She looks back at the floor and sniffs, “Just take him, please.”

She’s clearly upset about the broken item, but unsure how else to help, he takes hold of the dog’s collar and gently tugs, “C’mon, boy,” taking a few steps away.

After looking over the area, she stands with the bag in hand. Swiping a hand across her cheek, she mumbles, “Floor’s clear; gonna go throw this out,” and practically sprints from the room.

Turning to find that Sam looks as shocked as he feels, Dean asks, “You know what was in there?”

“Not a clue,” Sam shakes his head and shrugs.

Scrubbing a hand down his face, Dean growls, “Son of a bitch.”

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