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Cutting Edge ~ Nathan MacKinnon Ch. 9

Hi everyone! I hope you are all doing well! Sorry this chapter took forever! But I hope you enjoy it! I have the rest of the series planned out, and it should be about 6 more chapters. I’m excited about where it is going and I hope you are too! Stay healthy, safe, and enjoy! Let me know what you think! Tags are open!

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The following Wednesday you were at practice. Bednar had the team gathered in a semi-circle as he informed them of the upcoming schedule before the holidays. “Oh and Coach Y/L/N. In case you didn’t know, we are playing Anaheim this Sunday,” Bednar turned back toward you.

“Oh yay!” you said, clapping your hands together quickly. You couldn’t help but be excited to see some of your friends on the Ducks again. As soon as you said that though, you had many unapproving looks shot at you from the team. “I mean, oh no?”

“Who are you really rooting for Coach?” Tyson called out.

“You guys, obviously,” you stated flippantly. “I know how they skate and I know how their skating coach skates so we got this.” Bednar chuckled.

“I was going to ask if there is anything we should know about your time with the team?” he asked, and you looked at him questioningly.

“No?” you said, confused at where he was going with this.

“Just asking. Hockey players make comments and I would like for us to be prepared if they say anything about you,” he explained.

“Oh,” you said, and thought for a second. “To be honest, I was mostly just around them for a quick showcase, charity events, or galas that they had. I have a few good friends from the team but I don’t think they would really say anything. I was more like everyone’s little sister when I was with them,” you said and everyone nodded. “Oh! If you hear the term ‘little dove’, that’s me.”

“Little dove?” Gabe asked, and you shrugged.

“A few called me little duck at first. But then after a showcase at one of their events I had performed in this greyish-pink dress and Getzlaf started to call me little dove. The rest of the team just followed along,” you explained. You caught eyes with Nate, and he smiled softly. You had just told him about that nickname last week when he saw a comment on your Instagram post from Hampus Lindholm. You had posted a funny picture from practice of Tyson laying flat on the ice and you doubled over laughing at him because he had seemingly tripped over nothing. You accompanied it with a caption of how the team always seems to brighten your day with a laughing emoji. Hampus commented “We feel so betrayed little dove.”

After practice that day, Nate was over at your apartment after having gone to the store to get stuff for dinner. You wanted to cook that night, so he thought it was only fair if he bought the groceries. Since the two of you had started dating, you tended to stay in at his or your place, not wanting to fuel rumors. A picture of the two of you dancing at the gala was posted recently, the media team not thinking much of it, but oh boy did it spread like wildfire. While your fans thought it was cute, Nate’s fans were a mix. You were starting to see how vicious some hockey fans could be.

You were finishing the shrimp for shrimp scampi when Nate came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I have a question,” he mumbled into the hair at the top of your head. You hummed, encouraging him to go on. “What do you want for Christmas?” he asked. You smiled, forgetting that it was already December.

“Nothing,” you said simply.

“There has to be something,” Nate stole a shrimp from the pan and you batted his hand away. He chuckled and kissed your cheek. You finished the dish, turned off the stove, and turned to face him.

“Well, there is something,” you smiled up at him. Nate smiled back at you, raising his eyebrow in question. “A unicorn.” Nate’s face fell and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Seriously Y/N?”

“Actually, in all seriousness, I want a unicorn that poops rainbows. But I know those are hard to find,” you laughed as Nate rolled his eyes at you. He maneuvered you away from the stove and lifted you onto the counter, standing in between your legs.

“Why are you being difficult?” Nate asked, humor in his voice.

“Well what do you want for Christmas?” you asked, smiling widely at him. Nate shrugged.

“I don’t need anything,” he said.

“It’s not about what you need. What do you want?”

“Nothing.” Nate smiled mockingly at you.

“You can’t say nothing and expect me to tell you something!” You laughed. The conversation went on like this for another 10 minutes, neither one of you giving in. You kept up with wanting a unicorn, much to Nate’s dismay. He knew he wasn’t the most romantic, and really wanted to get this right with you. Since he wouldn’t tell you anything though, you didn’t budge either. It seemed like you had both met your match when it came to stubbornness.

A while later, Nate had just got out of the shower and you were finishing putting the dishes away from dinner. As you turned your lights off and made sure your front door was locked, you looked out the window and immediately smiled. It was snowing. Running into your bedroom, you started to grab your big coat and a beanie, shoving your feet into a pair of boots. “Going somewhere?” Nate asked as he walked out of the bathroom, highly confused.

“It’s snowing outside! Let’s go!” you squealed, throwing his shirt and sweatshirt at him.

“This isn’t the first time it’s snowed since you’ve been here Y/N,” Nate chuckled, but continued to get dressed to go outside.

“Yes, but it usually happens when I’m sleeping or at the rink! I haven’t been out while it’s snowing yet!” You bounced around your room, continuing to check the window to make sure snow was still falling.

“It’s just snow,” Nate said, finally finishing putting his shoes on. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to your front door.

“Yes, but I’m from Southern California! I always had to drive to the snow. I want to go outside while it’s coming down actually!” You grabbed your keys and left your apartment. Nate allowed you to drag him along, silently amused at your excitement. Luckily for the two of you, your apartment building had a secluded courtyard in the middle so you didn’t have to go out front to the main street. This allowed Nate and you not to worry about being seen together this late at night. That would definitely be the source of more speculation.

Once outside, you giggled with excitement and ran to the middle of the empty courtyard. Looking up toward the sky, you stuck your tongue out to catch the snow as it came down. Nate walked up beside you and grabbed your hand. You took out your phone and had Nate take a picture of the two of you, realizing you really didn’t have any. What better way to commemorate your first snow in Colorado than with Nate? After spinning around all excited for a moment, you walked back over to Nate and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his sweatshirt as your nose was starting to freeze. Nate held you close to him, looking down and tilting your chin up so you met his eyes. He chuckled softly at your red cheeks and nose, leaning down and fitting his lips to yours. The two of you stood there for a moment, lost in a blissful bubble you had created. You pulled away slightly and shivered, the cold starting to get to you. Nate smiled softly and kissed your forehead. “Let’s get you inside before you freeze,” he muttered, taking your hand and leading you back up to your apartment. Once back in your apartment and in your pajamas, you crawled into bed and over to Nate who was already laying down looking through his phone. You cuddled into his side and weaved your legs with his.

“Jesus babe! Your feet are freezing!” he jumped slightly, putting his phone down. You laughed but didn’t move.

“Poor circulation from tying my skates too tight over the years. Sorry,” you giggled. Nate shook his head, but didn’t bother moving. If being with you meant dealing with cold feet, he didn’t think that was a bad price to pay.

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Sunday had arrived and it brought with it the Ducks. You were currently standing by the bench with the other coaches as the team was warming up. You had just finished talking with Bradie Tennell, the skating coach for the Ducks. The two of you were on the Olympic team together and had become good friends. She let you know that the team had been good to her so far, and that made you happy. You were leaning against the board when Ryan Getzlaf skated up to you.

“How are they treating you, little dove?” he asked, and you smiled at the familiarity of the name. The question didn’t surprise you; he had always been protective. You were young and talented when you first started to skate in Anaheim, and some of the rookies took interest in you. Being so focused on making the Olympic team though, you barley noticed. The captain announced one practice that you were off limits, and they complied. After that it seemed the whole team had become extra protective of you.

“Good! They’re a good group. I like it here,” you answered honestly. He nodded and looked back out over the ice.

“Is that why it looks like I’m about to get in a fight with 29 tonight?” Ryan smirked at you. You found Nate on the ice and smiled at him, and the tension in his jaw seemed to release as he went back to what he was doing. Nate knew you were friends with the Ducks and figured some may go talk to you; but he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy that they could talk to you so openly and no one would question it while the two of you had to date secretly.

“He’s just protective like you are,” you tried to laugh it off, but Ryan gave you a look that said you were not fooling him. You smiled sweetly and he shook his head.

“Whatever you say little dove,” Ryan said and skated off.

“Be nice!” you yelled after him and he let out a laugh.

“Will you stop fraternizing with the enemy Coach?” Tyson asked skating into the box.

“Just for you Tyson,” you winked at him.

Later, the third period had just began and the teams were tied. The whole game had been a back and forth with scoring. A few times when one of the Ducks would skate by, they would say hi, wave, or wink at you. The winking seemed to happen only when Nate was on the bench, and you were wondering if Ryan had said anything. You needed to work on being a better liar.

Nate was on the ice when Hampus Lindholm skated by before a face off. “You know, we were all sad when Y/N left us to come here. I would think she’s a good coach,” Hampus judged Nate’s reaction. Nate side-eyed him, but didn’t say anything. “She’s cute too,” Hampus pushed a bit further. The Ducks’ captain had said that chirping about Y/N was off limits, but he had also said he felt it may get under MacKinnon’s skin. When you talked about being friends with some of the Ducks, Hampus was one of them. He didn’t want to be disrespectful toward you, but he thought it would be fun to see if he could push the center’s buttons. Nate took a deep breath and continued to ignore him. “You know she was my date to a charity event once,” Hampus continued. Nate did know this; you had told him you went as friends since you were going to the charity also. He knew it was nothing, he knew Lindholm was trying to dig at him, but that doesn’t mean that it didn’t bother him. When the puck was dropped, Nate threw himself into the defenseman, promptly flattening him out on the ice.

Nothing was called and the play kept going, but you stood behind the bench with wide eyes. What had just happened? You were so distracted in your own thoughts that you hadn’t realized the buzzard had gone off, signaling an Avs’ goal. Turning your attention back to the team celebrating at the end of the ice, you saw them all gathering around Nate. Of course you had missed it. That was the only score of the third period, the Avs winning 3-2.

After the game and interviews were done, you had said bye to some of the guys and Bradie. Nate had asked if you wanted to stay at his place that night, so you made your way to his apartment. You texted him that you were there, and he told you the front was unlocked. Upon walking into his apartment, he called you over to the couch where he was laying down and pulled you down on top of him. You gave him a quick kiss, then settled your chin on his chest, looking at him expectantly. “So,” you started. Nate knew where the conversation was going.

“You really did just go to the charity thing with Lindholm as friends, right?” he asked, furrowing his brow a little.

“Yeah, that’s all it was. Why?”

“He said you were his date,” Nate shrugged and started to play with your hair, twisting and untwisting a strand around his finger.

“As friends. I have no feelings for him whatsoever,” you explained, then realized why he was asking you to clarify. “Is that why you hit him so hard during the game?” Nate averted his eyes from you, slightly ashamed he let what Lindholm had said get to him. You giggled, knowing that was the issue. “Nate, babe. There was nothing there, nor will there every be anything there. And that goes for the rest of everyone. Don’t let it get to you okay,” you said, kissing him softly. You pulled away and rested your palm against his cheek. “Plus, he’s not my type.” That perked Nate right up.

“So, what is your type?” he wrapped his arms around you with a smirk.

“Big, burly, 6-foot Canadians with blue eyes who are just as stubborn as I am,” you smirked at him. Nate rolled his eyes, but laughed and pulled you in for another kiss. He flipped the two of you so that your back was to the couch now with him hovering over you. Nate started placing quick kisses all over your face and you giggled as his stubble tickled your neck. The two of you stayed like that for a while longer before ordering take out and getting ready for bed.

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The holidays fast approached, and you were thankful the team had four days off for Christmas. You had already booked a flight back home for the morning of Christmas Eve, and would be flying back to Denver on the morning of the 26th. For you, going home was easy as it was only a two in a half hour flight. You had booked it when you first got the schedule back in September. You were starting to feel bad that not everyone on the team would be going home though, Nate included. If you had known that you would have been in any sort of relationship, you may have opted to stay as well. When you brought this up to Nate, he told you not to worry about it, and that he would even take you and pick you up from the airport.

On the 23rd, you and Nate had just got back to your apartment after having dinner with everyone who was still in town. Since there were multiple people going, you figured nothing would come of it to be seen out with Nate in public. The two of you were still keeping your relationship from mostly everyone on the team, so it was easy to act like you had been at practice. To anyone who didn’t know, it just looked like you two were good friends.

You showered and put your pajamas on, setting out your present for Nate on the coffee table and finding a movie to watch while he showered. You had settled on watching a Hallmark Christmas movie, because who doesn’t secretly love the cheesiness of it all? Nate sat down next to you on the couch and pulled you into his side. Placing a blanket over the both of you, you settled into watching the movie, pointedly trying to ignore the Christmas gift bag he had set down on the coffee table next to your gift to him.

After the movie, you turned the tv off and just enjoyed being in each other’s company. The only lights on were the Christmas lights from the fake tree you had set up, and other Christmas lights you had decorated with. Your apartment looked a bit like Christmas exploded in it, but it made you happy and Nate laugh. You made some hot chocolate, and sat back down facing Nate. Handing him his, you took a sip and set your mug down on the coffee table, in turn picking up your gift to him. “Present time!” you sang, handing him the gift. You weren’t sure what he would think of it, realizing it was difficult to buy for someone who seemingly had everything he wanted.

Nate unwrapped the gift, and smiled upon taking it out of the box. It was a wooden watch, one that you had found on Etsy. It was a dark stained wood that you had engraved on the back of the watch face. As Nate turned it over in his hands, he smiled wider and chuckled. You were able to convince the designer to engrave a hockey skate and a figure skate. Above the skates read “Merry Christmas” with the year, and both your initials. “I know you already have a watch, but I thought the wood was neat and I was excited when the person said they could engrave the skates on it, and…” you were cut off from your rambling by Nate pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“It’s perfect Y/N. Thank you,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead and admiring the thoughtful gift. He set it down and handed you the gift bag. You smiled while you took the tissue paper off the top, feeling fabric at the bottom of the bag and took it out. You laughed, seeing the familiar burgundy and blue. Holding it out in front of you, you saw the 29 on the arm, turning it around to see ‘MacKinnon’ on the back. While you unfolded it though, a smaller box fell into your lap. “I know you can’t wear it to games, but I wanted to get you my jersey,” Nate explained as you slipped it on over your pajama top.

“Thank you,” you said, blushing slightly and turning your attention to the box. Opening it up, you saw the most beautiful, small and delicate figure skate charm you had even seen. It was gold with diamonds encrusted into it. Taking it out of the box, you noticed it was attached to a delicate gold chain as a necklace. You turned it over in your hand, feeling something on the back of the charm. You giggled, noticing a ‘29’ engraved onto the back. “Nate, it’s beautiful.”

“I thought you could at least wear my number to games this way. If you don’t like it we can go get you something else,” Nate looked at you unsure, and you shook your head.

“Help me put it on?” you asked, and turned around. Nate deftly clasped the necklace together. “How does it look?”

“Perfect,” he said, and you grinned at him.

“I love it, thank you,” you said, and leaned in to kiss him. What was an innocent gesture quickly turned heated as Nate pulled you onto his lap, you straddling him. Your fingers carded through the hair at the nape of his neck as his hands pushed the hem of the jersey and your pajama shirt up, gripping your hips. You pulled back after some time, needing to take a breath and maneuvered yourself to where you were sitting in Nate’s lap and leaned your head on his shoulder. Nate chuckled, kissing your forehead.

“Maybe it’s a good thing you can’t wear my jersey to games. I don’t think I could concentrate,” he mumbled. You giggled and pecked his neck, the both of you settling back down.

The following morning Nate drove you to the airport. Thankful for his tinted windows, you kissed him quickly before anyone would figure out who the both of you were and grabbed your bags. “Merry Christmas Nate,” you said, slipping out of the car.

“Let me know when you get home, okay?” he said with a soft smile, and you felt your heart tug at the thought of leaving him for a few days. It struck you that this was the first time since September you wouldn’t be around him almost every day.

“I will,” you returned his smile. Nate quickly reached over the center counsel for your hand, bringing it up to his lips.

“Merry Christmas Y/N,” he said lightly, realizing the same thing you were. You grabbed your bags and smiled, waving as you shut the door and headed into the airport. Nate made sure you were inside the building before he took off, not being bothered by the honks he was receiving from annoyed holiday travelers.

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that-damn-girl · 5 years

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(3) Bucky and The Bed

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Chapter 2

Bucky and The Bed Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (cis)fem!reader

Words: 2800+

Summery: You and Bucky are stranded in the middle of a snowy nowhere when there is an 'electronic blackout' during your mission. With no back ups or any way to contact your team, you take refuge from the worsening weather in the only cabin you find in miles. Not to mention, with no power, Bucky has become your personal heater and there's only one bed.

Chapter type: Lovesick Bucky, cuddling, mutual pinning.

Chapter warning: A bit paranoid reader.

A/N: Tbh, I am not proud of this chapter but I wanted to get done with this part. I am not really a tech person, nor can I form proper plots with tech stuff involved. Sorry in advance for the plot holes you find. Some inspiration is taken from movies Spy Kids 2 and Charlie's Angels.

The hours of night soon gave way for morning to creep in. Beam by beam light poured in through the large sized windows, illuminating the room in a silver glow.

In a relaxed and peaceful moment, Bucky woke up to the sight of a goddess wrapped up in his arms. Your face was pressed against his chest, one hand gripping his sweater tightly in your fist and the other thrown loosely around his waist; legs intertwined with his in comfort.

With one arm around your back, Bucky could feel your chest rise and fall with every breath; feel every exhale of yours through the thin layers he had on.

Golden rays from the fireplace and the pale brightness from the windows in the absence of direct sunlight cast a beautiful glow on your face, a mixture of different shades dancing about.

He could feel his heart swell with adoration just looking at you. Your lips, partly open, appeared more plump since a side of your face was cutely pressed against his body. With a slight pout and closed eyes, your face conveyed a look of pure innocence which Bucky knew he couldn't get out of his head anytime soon.

Your face was angled so that your lovely lips peered at him, seemingly begging to be sucked and licked and kissed and bitten with pure red passion. As if he hadn't wanted to do exactly that.

Closing his eyes, he gave himself a moment to calm down his racing heart. He loved the feel of you engulfed in his arms, filling a void he'd become familiar with since too long. Hard yet soft, pressed against him in the sweetest of manners due to a girdle of trust and confidence which surrounded your friendship, keeping it tight.

Silencing his wants, he leaned down and kissed the top of your head hard and lovingly, as if convincing you that he would not act on his wanton desires and loose a friend he cherished immensely in greed for more.

You slowly stirred against him. He stilled, worried that he woke you up, but after giving out a breathy exhale you resumed your position, burying your face even further and an arm tightening around his waist. Your otherwise calm posture would have fooled him, but the secretive smile tugging at your lips gave you away. Bucky thought that his kiss wouldn't have been noticed, but the small peck to his chest, right above his heart by your lips proved him wrong.

Gracing your face with a smile which took his breath away every damn time, you said, "I could get used to this."

You had been in that state rocking between the dream world and the real word for quite some time. Loving every cursory second of it, you didn't want to wake up and get out of the cocoon of Bucky and the blankets. While you were savouring the moment, you felt softness touch your head, realising what Bucky had done. Your heart thumped hard. You couldn't have stopped from reciprocating the affection even if you wanted.

Bucky felt his heart swell once again, swearing it would fly out of his rib cage at any moment.

"Yeah?" Bucky asked tentatively. A smile formed at the corner of his lips.

"Mhmm," You started, cuddling closer to him, fastening your hold on him, "You're so warm."

"You're making me cold." You whipped your head at him, worrying you'd overstepped the borders. But one look at the mischievous look in his eyes and a sly smirk on his luscious lips told you otherwise.

"Hey," You lightly hit his arm, making him rumble with laughter.

You looked at his beautiful face, eyes crinkled and teeth bared in mirthful laughter. It was good to know that he felt light enough to crack jokes. God, you thought, if the cold wouldn't kill me, his smile definitely would.

"No, but seriously," you propped yourself up on one elbow, the other still over his waist, "Are you cold because of me?" You sounded as serious as you looked.

His general body temperature was higher than yours. After giving it a thought, it only made sense to you. You'd made him cold if he'd made you warm.

He scrunched his nose, baffled as to why you would think that, "What? No! Don't be silly."

"Okay then," You said, snuggling back with him, "Don't come complaining to me later."

Why would I? He thought. He'd promised himself that he'd run to the ends of the world if it meant keeping you warm and comfortable. With a dreamy smile on his lips, he said, "Wouldn't dream of it."

You closed your eyes, relaxing further into him, "Good, cause now you're officially my cuddle pillow."

He barked out another laugh, "Cuddle pillow, huh?" He hugged you closer, "Well, cuddle pillow at your service, ma'am."

You both chuckled. He looked down at you, that post laugh smile still gracing your face. Smiling or not, he knew he could always look at you and never get enough of it, because he could never fucking get enough of you. He'd always admire those beautiful pair of eyes and those lips he couldn't stop daydreaming about-

"Hey, Bucky," You start , that smile having fallen off your face, "I've been thinking about that white thing..."

Huh?

It took Bucky a moment to understand that you had been talking about the split halves of the white octagonal box you two had found the previous day. So occupied with thoughts of you pressed against him, Bucky had forgotten that morning what had caused all of this in the first place. He felt dumb.

Clearing his throat he said, "What about it"? Pretending as if he'd been thinking about it too, because he couldn't let one of the few people whose opinions he did care about think he was dumb - especially not you.

"When it blew up, it somehow made all electronics in its range dysfunctional."

"Yeah."

"The range can't be infinite though." You paused, waiting for his confirmation; for an indication that you made sense.

"I guess."

"We already walked for like what...10 to 15 miles?"

"Kinda, yes."

You sat up, explaining animatedly with your hands, "So if we do venture out some more, maybe we can surpass the range. If we do, we could at least communicate through our comms."

Bucky sat up too, a puzzled expression in his face, "Yeah, we can try that."

"Yeah, we can!"

One look at your excited expression and he placed a hand on your shoulder. Shaking his head, Bucky said, "No, no, no, no. Not 'we'. It's gonna be just me."

"What?"

"You shouldn't go out there."

"Excuse me?!"

Bucky huffed, "Doll, we don't know what's the radius of the range. For all we know, it could be another 20 miles. You can't walk 20 miles in this weather. But I can."

You furrowed in your eyebrows. Truth be told, you knew without proper gear - which you didn't have at the moment - you wouldn't be able to survive in the bitter cold outside, let alone trek an unknown span. Bucky, on the other hand, had the serum which made him much more resistant to the cold - frankly anything else - than you. Damn it. You didn't want to admit defeat, but you had to.

Looking everywhere but at him, you tried to come up with a reason reasonable enough so that you could accompany him too. Finding none, you shrugged, "I mean - okay." Something clicked inside you all of a sudden and you grabbed his forearm, "But if you're going on your own, what if something happens to you? I wouldn't know it. I wouldn't be able to help you."

Unveiled worry reflected in your eyes. You chewed on your bottom lip. Bucky knew you cared about him, but looking at you being anxious just for him did things to his heart.

Looking deep into your eyes, he gave a shy smile, "No, doll, I'll be fine. You don't have to worry about me."

You knew Bucky facing any obstacles were highly unlikely. He'd was an ex-assassin - an expert one at that. He had amazing knife skills and was one of the greatest snipers the world had known. But he was also your friend, one you had feelings a little too deep for.

You shuffled closer to him and laid your head on his shoulder, saying in a voice softer than his heart had become, "I care about you, Bucky. I'll always worry about you."

His breath hitched. Strings tugged at his heart. Bucky didn't know why he was so surprised. He guessed it was because he wasn't used to people outwardly showing concern for him. He didn't want to dwell on it though. Despite having known it already, it felt good hearing you voice it out loud.

He laid his head on top of your and started petting your hair. Hiding his smile, he said, "It's gonna be fine, doll. I'm gonna be fine."

As Bucky jogged through layers upon layers of snow, he could only see white sheets for as far as his vision allowed. The dark green, lushy, conical tress were the only living things by definition in sight - that too covered under silver thaw.

He could hear the crunch of ice crystals under his boots and the chilly hurried winds rush by his ear, biting mercilessly at his exposed cheeks and nose.

The air was crisp as he breathed; so sharp and freezing he felt his lungs were being punctured. Though he didn't have any trouble breathing, he didn't like the feeling one bit. He swore he could taste the difference in the air between there and New York.

The thickness of clouds prevented sunrays from falling on skin - or anywhere in sight. His surroundings were as gloomy as the sky above. The only thing which kept his heart light was the still lingering feel of your lips on his skin.

As Bucky prepared to leave, you couldn't help but fret over him. Double checking if he had his weapons on hand, though he doubted he need them, you said one could never be too cautious. You made sure he had his comm on and insisted he put on more layers than just one heavy jacket over a sweatshirt. He assured you that all the jogging that he'd do would make him warm enough to not need anymore layering.

In your anxiousness you expressed your concern over the littlest of details. In his opinion, they were unnecessary. He only needed to be careful about not losing his path and not push past his limit. He had to appreciate your presence of mind though, but that did not mean he could let you work yourself into a panic attack.

In your defence, you were worried!

How Bucky wished he could take a hold of you in a sudden moment and kiss you senseless to stop your rambling like he had seen in all those movies. He could almost picture it happening in front of him. Nevermind the fact that he knew while in the movies the couple would somehow confess their love for each other, in the reality version you would push him away and things would be awkward and your friendship would be strained. And he couldn't let that happen.

Only if he'd known how wrong he was.

Instead, Bucky chose to grab your shoulders in a sudden moment to stop your rambling, letting you calm down against him, "Doll, you worry too much."

You huffed, "Bucky..."

"I know, Y/N, but trust me, I am going to be safe. Everything's going to be alright." He assured you yet again.

When he was about to leave through the main door, you shouted, "Bucky!"

As soon as he turned around, he saw you running to him and hugging him tight, the sheer force of your body colliding into his throwing him off his feet for a second. He soon got a grip on himself and hugged you back.

You were aware you might have been over-reacting. You might have been paranoid too. But you the thought of Bucky out in the open all by himself, unsafe while you were not didn't sit well with you. He was a grown man and capable enough on his own, yet feelings or not, he was a very close friend.

For a moment Bucky thought you were on a mission to bruise his ribs when you said, "Just take care of yourself, Bucky." and put a soft lingering kiss to his cheeks.

Bucky could still feel softness of your lips on his skin. He didn't want to be out here in the cold when he could have been snuggling with you. But he had to.

He kept running for miles and miles and his body didn't even feel relatively tired. A little out of breath, yes, but not tired. He willed himself to not loose his patience and keep going on further when he heard some static in his ear. He stopped abruptly.

Pressing the communication device to his ear, he said, "Hello?" He only heard the constant buzz of static and nothing more.

Going forward a few steps, he repeated himself. A voice broke through the static, "Agent Y/N? Sergeant Barnes?" It seemed to be FRIDAY's.

Bucky couldn't believe it. Your idea had worked and he had surpassed the range!

Bucky called out with a relieved face, "Sergeant Barnes reporting. Does anybody copy?"

"Bucky!" A shriek tore out through his earpiece, disturbing his sensitive eardrums. Though extremely high pitched, he knew whose it was.

"Sam?" Bucky questioned.

"Man, what the fuck has been going on with you? You guys were supposed to report in eighteen hours earlier! I had been worried sick about you two!" Sam's clearly worried voice spoke.

"Sam, we're fine. Nobody hurt but there's a little problem." Bucky licked his bottom lip, contemplating how he'd tell him your 'little' situation.

"What problem?" Sam prompted.

Well, considering the fact that they had had fought an army of aliens, Bucky thought that this shouldn't be much surprising. Bucky told the Captain about the white octagonal box, what all had happened the previous day and the idea you put forward that morning.

Bucky heard no response. Worried he'd lost connection again, he asked, "Sam, you there?"

Sam was nothing if not flabbergasted. He didn't know how to respond to the situation. Hardly had he felt relieve over his friends beings safe when this came up. According to Bucky's calculations, that pesky little things had rendered any electronic useless within forty miles of its radius.

How the fuck was he going to get his friends out of there when he couldn't even get the quinjet near to them!

"FRIDAY," Sam started, unsure what commands to give, "Do you know what he's been talking about?"

"Sergeant Barnes seems to be talking about a transmooker." The AI replied in her nonchalant voice.

"A what?" Both Bucky and Sam shot up.

"A transmooker. It can disable networking systems and any electronic component within the range of its blast by slightly altering the magnetic field." FRIDAY informed.

"But I don't feel anything on my arm." Bucky said, now more confused than ever.

"It is not strong enough to restrict or guide your movement, Sergeant Barnes, but strong enough to hamper the electricity flow in the devices you have."

"Can you do something about it, FRIDAY? Like hack it or something?" Sam asked, overwhelmed beyond belief.

"I cannot override it, Captain. To do that, I'd have to track it first. It seems to have created a GPS blackhole. Though according to my calculations, with an error percentage of twenty percent, the effects must begin wearing down in a week or so. As soon as that happens, I can undo it's effects."

"A week?" Bucky asked, followed by a confirmation by the AI.

"Think you can hold out for a week?" Sam asked.

"We got the supplies, at least. So yeah." Bucky nodded, looking out into the distance. Details were worked upon, goodbyes were said.

A week, Bucky thought. He hadn't even spent a day with you without turning into a lovesick puppy, he wondered what the week ahead would do to him.

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“did you think i forgot?” 👀

this took FOREVER, i’m SOOO sorry 3

hope you like it, though. thanks for the ask, boo 💜

(Also on AO3)

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December 11th

It’s a little past two in the morning. The music, that until a couple hours ago had been so loud his bones rattled with bass lines and guitar riffs, has faded to a soft hum—mostly due to the neighbors calling the cops on Cheryl’s party. Most of the people that had been crowding the little two-bedroom house has left. Those who are still here are either passed out on the floor and couch, or making out in one of the bedrooms.

Billy’s sitting in a small circle of five people. Aside from him there are Tim Jones and George Walker, both of which also play in the basketball team, Cheryl Allen herself and Steve Harrington. They sit cuddled close; Cheryl has been in his arm all night and Billy’s willing to bet she only planned this whole party just to get in his pants.

Well, considering how they’d been absent from the party for a couple hours until the cops showed up, he thinks Cheryl got what she wanted.

There’s a smug little smile on the corner of Harrington’s mouth, his eyes hooded and glazed over from alcohol and lust, and Billy can’t help the way his insides stir at the sight.

Harrington has only recently recovered completely from the incident at the Byers’. Billy isn’t proud of what happened that night, but all things considered, it could be worse. And if Maxine had stayed put like she should, nothing would’ve happened, so they can only blame it on her.

The truth is Harrington has done a great job of avoiding him since then, but the look in his face, when he ever looks at Billy, tells him he’s not doing it out of fear; on the contrary—should they ever bump ways again, Billy would probably be the one to end with a fucked up face.

The idea excites him more than it should.

Cheryl leans over to spin the bottle at the center of the circle and giggles childishly when it lands on Jones. She crawls over to him and Billy watches as Harrington’s eyes follow the line of her tiny tulle skirt. He licks his lips, tugs at his jeans uncomfortably. Cheryl moves back to her seat when they’re done kissing and Steve looks up.

Their eyes meet. Billy smiles, winks.

He blushes.

“Your turn, Billy,” Cheryl chants sweetly, bites her lower lip in an attempt at seduction. He directs his sharky smile at her, watches as she blushes the same soft shade of pink as Harrington.

About a month ago she’d been throwing herself at him; Billy took her out on a Friday night and fucked her in the back of the car, and they never even kissed. Come Monday she’d changed the focus of her attention to Harrington, which all led up to tonight. She hadn’t been his best lay, but one thing has to be said: she knows how to get what she wants.

Billy can feel her eyes still locked on him when he reaches out and spins the cheap wine bottle. It goes for a while, a long while, or maybe he’s a little too drunk and everything seems to last longer than it should, but when it finally comes to a halt it’s pointing at Harrington.

Cheryl squeals, covers her eyes in fake embarrassment, and Jones and Walker both groan with disgust. Billy sets his eyes on Harrington’s face and when he looks from the bottle to Billy’s blue-almost-black-in-the-dark irises, there’s some sort of fear in his features that Billy didn’t expect; it knocks his balance a little loose, and before he knows it, Harrington has scrambled up to his feet and left.

When she peeks between her fingers and realizes there’s no actual kissing happening, Cheryl looks more disappointed than hurt that her date is gone.

December 31st

The bonfire party has been going on for a few hours now; he doesn’t understand how all these teens managed to escape their over-protective parents to spend New Year’s Eve at a party, at the quarry, but here they are.

At first it was just himself and Tommy and Carol. The couple showed up in Carol’s mom’s car, both already hammered and nearly driving the old Ford into a tree. Billy had to arrange the wood by himself; he didn’t trust letting Tommy close to fire with how drunk he was, and Carol complained that she didn’t want to ruin her New Year’s mani.

Then, other people started to arrive and soon the air was filled with music and their off-key singing and talking. As the night progressed, though, couples disappeared into darker corners and cars, and Billy resorted to sitting by himself on the hood of the Camaro to watch the sky.

(Truth be told, the sky is gorgeous here compared to L.A.)

When they all start shouting excitedly and circling the bonfire again, abandoning their make-out spots in favor of clinking beer bottles and hugging friends, Billy checks his watch. It’s 11:59pm.

He looks around at the small crowd all joining closer to the fire, spots Cheryl already hanging off of Tim Jones’ arm, chuckles to himself.

He stops when his eyes land on Harrington, because he’s staring back at him. He’d been watching before. Billy holds his gaze, thinks sooner or later Harrington is gonna look down, because he always does it, doesn’t have enough confidence to keep watching when Billy grins, licks his lips languidly, scratches a spot on his ever exposed chest and “accidentally” brushes a nipple. Hisses. Harrington does look away (victory!, Billy huffs a laugh), blushing and curling into himself with his hands tucked in his pockets.

But he doesn’t leave to join the rest of the group closer to the fire. He stays where he is, a couple feet away from Billy, and looks back at him a moment later.

And that’s an invitation if Billy’s ever seen one.

10!

He pushes off of the car, eyes roaming around to make sure everyone is well distracted with the countdown to midnight. No eyes follow him as he saunters over to where Harrington’s standing, drunk and flushed and almost shy, and nothing like the Keg King Billy heard so much about when he first arrived.

He slows down, stops about a foot away from him. Harrington’s breath catches when he leans over and asks, “Can I help you with something, Harrington?”

It’s unnerving how empty Harrington’s eyes feel sometimes. No glow, no pride. He looks on the verge of tears most of the time.

Billy knows he has no right to expect anything from him, especially since that November night, but even if he didn’t have the fire that Tommy kept going on about from their younger years, something actually died in him after November and he sometimes… Wonders if it was somewhat his fault.

Well, he’d definitely had some help from Wheeler in ruining Harrington.

Billy glances around, realizes with a startle that she and her new boy-toy are cuddled on the hood of his car a couple feet away.

Which explains Harrington’s sad puppy eyes.

Harrington seems to find some resolve when he follows Billy’s eyes back to Wheeler, tightens his jaw, crosses his arms. There was really no reason for Billy to continue to tease him any longer, now that he understood where all the sulking was coming from—Wheeler and Byers don’t make the reckless teenager type, so their presence here is nothing ordinary. But the way Harrington grits his teeth and spits, “I don’t need anything from you, Hargrove”, is just so delicious that Billy wants more.

He leans further in, could count the lashes in his eyes if he wanted, if it wasn’t so dark. Feels Harrington’s warm breath in his face, revels in the smell of alcohol, knows the boy won’t remember any of this in the morning.

“Do you want me to be your midnight kiss?” He offers, smiles, bats his eyes like a girl—like Cheryl—would.

Again, like in that night at the party, Harrington freezes, his eyes widening in what can only be described as fear. It takes him a moment and Billy holds his ground, continues to smile in his face, until fear merges into hatred in the blink of an eye, so fast Billy doesn’t have time to dodge the fist.

His nose is bleeding, but he cackles. Laughter simply bubbles out of him, because the pain is something he knows. By now it doesn’t mean anything other than a nose that will ache for a couple days and get girls to feel bad for him, fuck him easier.

But even as he laughs and laughs, and Harrington starts to walk away, no one looks at them.

Billy watches him get in his car and drive off as fireworks start to burst in the sky, just seconds too early. He tugs his shirt off, blows his nose, knowing full well he’ll have to wash it later because Neil would kill him if he made Susan scrub blood off his clothes.

But his thoughts aren’t on Neil or Susan or his own fucking blood.

He’s wondering how he missed the signs. How didn’t he see it in Harrington’s eyes? The longing.

Wondering how long has Harrington himself known, how long has he hidden.

It makes him laugh some more.

Happy new year!

May 8th, 11:45am

The sun is high and blinding above them as they sit on row after row of foldable chairs on Hawkins High’s football field. The principal is giving a half-hour speech and Billy knows it’ll be some time until the ceremony is over.

He wishes he could go for a smoke.

Glancing around he sees all the other graduates surrounded by family members, moms fretting at their gowns. To his right, no one’s sitting on the chairs reserved for his family. He overheard Susan asking in whispers that morning if Neil really thought they shouldn’t go to his graduation and there was no audible response from his father, but he figures the look he gave her must’ve been enough because she didn’t insist and, well, here he is.

At this point Billy doesn’t bother with the absence of his family, if anything he likes it better this way. But judging by the way his shoulders are hunched and he’s forcing himself to listen to a 13-year-old, Harrington cares about the fact that his parents aren’t here.

He’s sat in the row ahead of Billy, three chairs to his left. To his right is Maxine’s curly-haired friend whose name Billy never learns, but remembers by the fact that he’s annoying. Smart mouthed, like her. Right now he’s going on about some movie franchise that—it’s clear in his face—Harrington doesn’t even know.

Billy grins, despite the suffocating heat and the annoying voice of the principal droning on and on, metallic over the speakers. Since New Year’s Eve, Harrington has been trying so much harder to avoid Billy that it’s almost cute. Comical, the way he pretends not to see him, pretends not to shiver when Billy checks into him at practice, when he slides his hand across Harrington’s chest to later shove him away. When he lets his fingers brush over his shoulders in the showers with the excuse of reaching for soap.

He wants to rip the truth from him. It’s a wonder he didn’t see it before, but it’s all there and lately he’s like a man in a desert, thirsty for Harrington. Which Billy isn’t used to, because when he wants someone, he gets them. Fast. Now his mind has been buzzing with thoughts of Harrington over the last four months and he’s tired of waiting for him to come to the brilliant conclusion that he’s into dick on his own.

“Asshole,” he hears a curt whisper, turns his head in the direction of Maxine’s familiar voice. “Come sit here.”

She’s standing next to the curly-haired boy. He, in turn, is looking from Max to Billy with equal levels of disgust and shock, like he can’t understand why she’s inviting him over.

To be fair, Billy can’t either.

He imagines she’s going to be in trouble when Neil realizes where she’s off to, considering he made it very clear he didn’t want anyone to attend. But that’s her problem, not his.

Next to the kid, Harrington is staring at his hands, ears pink with the effort not to look at Billy. He wants to laugh; grins instead, turning back to Max.

“Nah, thanks. Just ‘cos it’s my last day in this hell doesn’t mean I’m gonna start mingling with nerds,” he says lazily, pushing his aviators onto the bridge of his nose and crossing his arms.

Max rolls her eyes before sinking into the chair. “Whatever, asshole. You wanna be alone, that’s your problem.”

He can’t help the bitter laughter that bubbles out of him when he realizes, thankfully, they’re both on the same page—to each their own problems.

Out of the corner of his eye he catches the moment Harrington gives in and glances quickly at him. His lips are pursed; his cheeks, the same shade of pink as his ears. Billy doesn’t know if he’s flustered or just sunburnt. He smiles at Harrington anyways, the smile he often gives moms when he wants something from them—usually their daughters.

The shade of his blush darkens and he turns back to the principal, who’s finally done with his speech.

Billy smiles to himself.

May 8th, 11:45pm

He learns from Maxine that Harrington’s throwing a last-minute graduation party. She’s complaining and upset that he kicked her and her little friends out of his pool earlier than customary when Billy arrives at the arcade to pick her up.

Billy doesn’t need an invitation to show up at parties; the best ones are the ones he’s forbidden of attending. Like Harrington’s tonight.

When he drives into his rich people neighborhood, Billy isn’t surprised at the silence, the fact that all the houses are dark and the streets are calm. If people look outside their windows when he drives past, he just flips them the bird and keeps going, his laughter and the purr of the Camaro echoing in empty streets.

What really surprises him is how quiet Harrington’s place is. There are no cars piling up the block, no loud music, no sign of people throwing up in neighbors’ yards. The house is all dark, except for the pathway that leads to the back lawn.

He’s dropped Maxine here before, so he knows for certain that this is the right place. He thinks maybe Harrington lied to the kids and he’s actually got a date. Or this is a trap, which he’s more than willing to fall for.

Whatever, he climbs off the car and jumps over the small fence. His footsteps are loud even if he walks slowly, because it’s so quiet, and something eerie crawls up his spine, wondering if this is it, this is how the dies, not at his father’s hand, but lusting over a dude.

He turns the corner and Harrington’s sitting by the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water, naked except for a pair of blue swimming trunks.

His heart races when Harrington looks up, smiles at him, his face a weird shade of blue because he’s fucking rich and has a pool and his fucking pool has lights.

“I heard there was going to be a party,” he says. His voice echoes, gets lost in the woods behind the pool.

Harrington scoffs, rolls his eyes before pushing himself into the water. Billy’s already dropping his keys and wallet on the table to his left when Harrington emerges again, pushing his hair back with long, long fingers. Stares up at Billy, a kind of invitation in his eyes that he wouldn’t dare turn down.

For a moment he’s glad he chose to put on underwear that night—not that he minds being naked. Still, he dresses down to his black Calvins, pads over the still warm cement and slips into the water, all the time aware of Harrington’s eyes locked on him.

Silence stretches between them if not for the sloshing of water. Billy knows what this silence means, that it speaks more than words could ever transcribe. He’s felt it before, when the water was louder and saltier around him, with golden boys like himself.

It’s the silence and the way Harrington’s eyes don’t shy away from his for a long time that tells Billy that Harrington isn’t as clueless as he seems.

“The answer’s yes,” he says after a while when Billy’s already starting to wonder if this isn’t a dream.

He blinks, frowns. “What’s the question?”

Harrington huffs a laugh, lets his eyes drop down to the water. Billy watches his cheeks tint red and thinks suddenly that red could be his favorite color.

When Harrington steps closer, raises his eyes again, Billy’s the one to blush.

“You offered to be my New Year’s kiss,” Harrington says, a little hesitantly. “Did you think I forgot?”

He’s struck for a moment, wordless. Not because Harrington remembers—sure, he’d been drunk, but Billy had sported a broken nose that everyone saw Harrington give him.

No, what shocks him is that he planned all this, the fake party, the pool. Only to use that stupid moment against him.

But heaven knows he’s a man of his word.

“That was months ago,” he says just to tease, just to see the way Harrington’s eyes glow when he steps further, dares touch his waist.

“Have you changed your mind?” One of his brow arches up and Billy laughs.

You wish, he thinks bitterly before effectively grabbing at Harrington’s skin, pulling him so close that all he knows, all he feels is his skin. He lets their mouths slide together. There’s a whimper and Harrington’s lips part, and Billy corners him into the wall as his tongue pushes in.

Harrington buries his fingers in his hair, tugs at his curls, but Billy doesn’t mind. Not when it sends shivers down his spine. Not when it makes his heart beat faster.

When Harrington pulls back, breath short and quickened, he keeps their foreheads pressed together.

Of all the ways Billy imagined their first kiss, nothing was close to this. Sober, alone and with time to find what feels good, what feels right. He always thought they’d be drunk at a party and Harrington would run away as soon as Billy finished jerking him off. This still feels like a dream.

“What took you so long?” He asks just to hear his voice, to know it’s real.

“Indiana isn’t California, Hargrove,” he murmurs. “If we’d kissed at that party, we’d be dead next week.”

His words are heavy, albeit true. Billy knows. It wasn’t easy in California, where people were open-minded and talked freely of everything, everywhere. Here it would mean death.

“And…”

Harrington trails off and Billy waits a minute, maybe two before asking, “And?”

“I was still…” He says between soft kisses that he presses into Billy’s jawline. He noses into the crook of Billy’s neck and takes a moment to breath him in. Billy feels himself breathing at the same pace. “I was still figuring myself out.”

He knows he should say something supportive, in the lines of it’s okay, but he can’t bring himself to. Instead, he just searches for Harrington’s mouth. His lips hover over Harrington’s for a moment. His warm breath is a contrast against the cold water around them.

“Happy New Year,” he whispers and feels Harrington smile before kissing him again.

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The 4 Times Spencer Gives You His Jacket

In which three times mean “nothing” but the fourth time means everything.

(Gif credit to @pequish8)

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The first time it happens, you think nothing of it.

In the dead of winter, you are eternally grateful that the BAU has a strong heating system or else your office would be an ice cube. But the morning you walk into the briefing room and swear you can almost see your breath in front of your face, you know it’s going to be a long day. You wrap your arms around yourself and shiver uncontrollably.

“Why is it so cold in here?” you ask, glancing over at Garcia who is bundled up in a heavy sweater and mittens.

“Something’s wrong with the heater,” she answers, grimacing. “Someone’s supposed to be in to fix it later today.”

“I wish I’d brought something warmer to wear,” you mumble, silently cursing the thin blouse you had chosen to put on that morning and the fact that you had left your jacket in the car.

You were hoping that you would warm up as the morning went on but you managed to only get more and more chilled as the hours dragged. That was one of the things about your body; once you caught a chill, it was extremely hard for you to warm yourself back up.

Being constantly cold also made it hard for you to focus on your work. You sat at your desk, attempting to fill out a report, but couldn’t stop sniffling and rubbing your hands together as you tried to get the blood pumping again.

“You okay?” Spencer asked from his own desk.

“Are you not freezing?” you retort, raising an eyebrow. “It’s so cold in here.”

“I don’t really notice changes in temperature,” he shrugs. “My body is usually pretty good at adjusting itself.”

“Lucky you. Teach me your secrets.”

Your reply was dry, but Spencer only chuckles. He had known you long enough to tell the difference between banter and actual annoyance. He also knew that you became more sarcastic if you were too cold, too hungry or...for lack of a better term...PMSing. Instead of replying, Spencer simply shrugs off his suit jacket and tosses it over to you.

“What’s this for?” you frown.

“I don’t need it. You can wear it for the rest of the day to warm you up.”

You don’t even hesitate before pulling your arms through the sleeves, sighing instantly at the warmth left over from Spencer’s body heat, and finally relaxing back into your chair.

“Thanks,” you say, shooting him a smile. “I’ll try not to spill ketchup on it at lunch time.”

The second time it happens, you’re too shaken up to notice.

You were normally incredibly cautious on cases, especially if you were on the front lines of a potentially dangerous situation. But, you were also only human and couldn’t prepare yourself fully for every single possible scenario.

That was how you found yourself bleeding and bruised in the back of an ambulance while a paramedic tended to your wounds. It had been the fault of your own carelessness but Morgan - who had been your point man while capturing the unsub - had assured you not to blame yourself. The unsub had zigged when you assumed he was going to zag and you got caught in the crossfire. Thankfully, your external injuries seem to be nothing more than a broken rib and some lacerations, but the image that is fixed in your mind is one of the unsub on top of you, pointing a gun at your head, and telling you to close your eyes.

There had been about three seconds where you were convinced you were about to die. You had heard his gun click which was followed by a loud blast. But, instead of seeing a white light, you felt the unsub slump all of his weight on top of you. It wasn’t until you heard Morgan shouting your name and felt him roll the now-dead unsub off of you that you dared to open your eyes. You were still alive, but you couldn’t stop shaking.

Upon their arrival, Morgan insisted that the paramedics take you to the hospital but you were adamant that you were fine. The rest of the team arrived on the scene shortly after and you can see Spencer and JJ come running in the direction of the ambulance.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” JJ asks, sounding worried. “We heard that things went south.”

You open your mouth to try and answer, but you can’t seem to form any words. The image of the unsub’s gun at your temple etched into your memories. Instead, you just nod and quickly turn your head away so neither of them see the glistening of tears that are forming in your eyes.

“I’m going to debrief with Morgan,” JJ says, reaching over to give your arm a squeeze. “Reid, keep an eye on her?”

Spencer nods as JJ leaves the scene, and he sits down beside you in the ambulance. He knows better than to ask questions. You’re always quiet after a tough case, and this is not the first time he has seen you injured. It is, however, the first time that he’s been truly afraid for you. He and the rest of the team had been back at the police station when the whole debacle went down, and he only had the broken sounding voice of Derek calling for backup and the yelling of your name over the phone to try and piece together what was happening.

He notices that you’re shaking as well. Likely from left over adrenaline, as it was quite humid outside. You still haven’t turned back to look at him, and he knows it’s because you don’t want him to see you cry. Not that he would have cared at all or thought any less of you for it. But he knew how you were about showing what you thought was a weakness. Maybe someday you would sit down and tell him exactly what had gone down during this case, but he wasn’t about to try and pry it out of you right now.

Instead, he slips off the FBI jacket he had been wearing and carefully places it around your shoulders. You don’t say anything, but Spencer can briefly see your hands come up and tug the collar of it just a little bit tighter around yourself and that’s enough for him to know that you appreciate it.

The third time it happens, you’re not even awake to see it. On a long flight back from a case in California, you find that you can no longer keep your eyes open any longer. The words you are trying to read in the case file are starting to swim in front of you and you can’t help but yawn every two minutes. JJ finally looks up at you from across the aisle and smiles.

“(Y/N), go lay down and rest for a bit. We still have another 3 hours until we get back. That stuff can wait.”

Normally, you would have argued with her, but your body was screaming at you to take a nap. The case you had been on the last few days had been draining and you hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep. You knew the case files would still be there once you landed.

Nodding at her in agreement, you stand from your seat and shuffle over to the couch which is half occupied by Spencer. He glances up from his own case file when you plop down on the other end and start to stretch out.

“Mind if I snooze for a bit?” you ask, not wanting to disturb him as your feet get dangerously close to his thigh.

Spencer shakes his head, watching you as you curl your arms around the small pillow that lays near the arm of the couch and let out a contended sigh. He’s not fully aware of just how long he’s watching you, but he can’t seem to look away. He can’t help but feel as though you’re missing something; his sudden overwhelming urge to take care of you taking even him by surprise. You had mentioned to him once that you slept with multiple blankets at home because you liked to feel as though you were a caterpillar in a cocoon. Without thinking about it, he slowly eases his arms out of his sweater and very carefully places it around you, glancing up at your face to make sure his movements aren’t disturbing you. Though it isn’t large enough to cover all of your body, it’s enough to keep you warm. He knows it will help you sleep better.

When he finally sits back into his own seat, his eyes catch JJ’s only a few rows away. She is looking at him, knowingly.

“What?” Spencer asks, keeping his voice low to not wake you.

“Why don’t you just tell her and get it over with?” JJ says, shaking her head as she motions to your sleeping form.

“Tell her what? What are you talking about?”

His eyes shoot from JJ over to Morgan, who is giving him a similar look, and Spencer can feel himself growing more anxious and uncomfortable.

Neither of them say anything else and return to what they were doing, but Spencer can see that they’re both still smirking. He looks back over at you and notices that, in your sleep, you have pulled his sweater up under your chin and are cuddling into it with a dreamy smile on your face.

Something about that image makes his heart catch in his throat. The sudden thought of you cuddling up to him instead of just his sweater enters his mind out nowhere, and it’s such a strong feeling that it actually causes him to frown in confusion.

You had worked together for almost three years. Spencer found it very easy to be comfortable and friendly around you and, although he did feel a strong sense of protectiveness and wanting to take care of you, he felt that way about all the other team members as well. But Spencer could safely say that he had never once had the urge to cuddle with Morgan.

He’s suddenly thinking about your laugh and the way your nose scrunches up when Morgan makes a bad joke, and how you like to eat your lunch and read a book at the same time, sometimes concentrating so much that you miss your mouth completely when you try to take a bit. He’s thinking about how much you love animals and how you’ll go out of your way to pet any dog you come in contact with and talk to them like they’re a human being. Or how you absolutely adore Henry and beg JJ to bring him in for a visit as often as she can, and how you once went out and bought Garcia a new pack of rainbow-colored pens because you knew they were favorite and her last one had just run out of ink.

He’s thinking about all the times you’ve taken care of him over the years; how worried you looked when he was in the hospital after his Anthrax scare and how you listened so intently for hours when he told you about his mother, just sitting there and letting him vent and confess all of his fears without saying a word.

Looking at you now, all he wants to do is bundle you up in his arms and have you nap on his lap instead but he knows he can’t do that. You’re a colleague but, more than that, you’re his friend - one of the best he has - and he’s not about to screw that up because he thinks you look cute when you’re asleep. Instead, he takes a breath and wills himself to look away and go back to his reading, trying desperately to repress all of his unexpected new feelings for the rest of the plane ride home.

The fourth time it happens, it all starts to make sense.

The weather forecast had not predicted rain that day, and yet, you and Spencer suddenly found yourselves caught in an absolute downpour while you were walking home. Normally, you would take the bus or get a ride with someone else in the office, but it had been such a lovely May morning that you decided to get outside for some fresh air. Since Spencer only lived a couple blocks away, he offered to walk with you and you weren’t about to turn down his company.

Now though, you are highly regretting your decision. You hadn’t brought an umbrella with you, or even a jacket, and everything you are wearing from head to toe is completely soaked. The rain is still pelting down on both of you and Spencer has absolutely no idea what to do. All he can think of is to take off his own jacket - one he’s suddenly very thankful he thought to bring that morning - and hover it over both of your heads as best as he can, trying to shield you from the rain.

It’s not a perfect fix, but it keeps the worst of it off of you while you continue to walk - much more quickly now - in the direction of home.

Despite the situation and unexpected annoyance of having to now dry out once you got home, you can’t help but be suddenly very aware of just how close Spencer is to you. Granted, he’s trying to cover both of you with a fairly small piece of fabric, but it’s still something you notice. His clothes are soaked as well but you swear his body heat is still radiating and it causes tingles everywhere you can feel it on your skin.

Spencer is colleague but, more than that, he’s your friend - one of the best you have - and this sudden onslaught of being hyper aware of his proximity and the fact that you’re reacting with nervousness is new to you.

He’s always gone out of his way to make you comfortable - you’re weren’t blind to that - but you figured that was just his way of being a friend and showing that he cared. But then there were also the moments that you had caught him looking at you, only to turn away quickly when he was aware you had seen him. He also wasn’t much for physical contact with anyone, but you had noticed him reach out and grab your arm to steady you when you were off-balance, or offer a hand to help you get up or out of a car. He had literally shielded you with his own body on several occasions and been the first one to wish you a Happy Birthday every single year and follow that up with a very genuine hug.

As he now continues to hold the jacket over your head, you notice that his arm has come down to rest lightly on your shoulder. You imagine it may just be because he’s tired of holding his arm up, but you also know that you don’t want him to move it.

The rain slowly starts to calm down and you peer out from under the cave of his jacket to test the skies. When you’re both convinced that the worst is over, Spencer lifts his arm to take the jacket away and you surprise yourself with how disappointed you are.

Trying to shrug it off, you turn to him and laugh a bit at the state of things. His hair is clinging to his face and hanging over his eyes so much that he can barely see.

“You look like a drowned sheepdog,” you giggle.

Spencer laughs, shaking his hair out of his eyes and looking down at you.

“You’re not much better off,” he says.

He absentmindedly reaches over and gently swipes a stray piece of wet hair away from your face and you can’t help but feel your breath catch and your heart stop when his fingers brush over your skin. Spencer seems to notice the sudden switch in atmosphere as well and quickly pulls his hand back.

“Sorry,” he mumbles.

“Why?”

He frowns a bit. “Why, what?”

“Why are you sorry?”

“Well, I...uh, I just didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he stammers.

You pause a moment, focusing your gaze directly at him.

“You never make me uncomfortable,” you finally state. “In fact, I feel more comfortable with you than I do with anyone else.”

“You do?”

You nod. “You’re really good at reading me. You never force me to talk when I’m upset, you keep me out of harm’s way, you’re always checking up on me. I guess...you make me feel safe.”

It’s Spencer’s gaze on you now that starts to make you think you’ve said too much. But when you seem him slowly start to inch his face closer to yours, you finish he movement for him. Balancing on your tip-toes, you press your lips to his, holding them there for a few seconds before retreating.

There is a brief moment of awkward silence as both of you try and figure out what the next proper thing to say is but, to your surprise, Spencer speaks first.

“So, uh...I guess we should probably sit down and figure this out?”

You nod, smiling sheepishly and turning in the direction of your house.

“We should. I have hot tea, warm blankets and a dryer you can put your clothes in. Why don’t we start there?”

“That sounds good.”

You both start walking again with Spencer’s wet jacket now slung over his arm. It takes a few seconds but you eventually feel a hand at your side gently grazing over your own until you take the plunge and lace your fingers in between his.

You have a feeling the outcome of your conversation is going to have a happy ending.

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The Runaway, (Bucky x reader)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Mention of blood and cutting (Not too much, very short), some angst, some fluff, running away, mention of death.

Words: A lot

Summary: You messed up, people died because of your mistake. Not being able to handle it you leave the Avengers and start a new life. You are happy living in a small town, until your past comes to find you and you have to make a decision.

A/N: I’M SUPER PUMPED FOR THIS. I hope you guys like this! I’ve had this idea with a couple other plot and situations, my spotify discover had some songs that for some reason helped me come up with this. Let me know what you think.

The light pries through the blinds, you can feel the warmth of his arm wrapped around you. You lie there still, slowly waking up, enjoying the cosiness of the warm bed. Cuddling up closer to you fiance he starts to move, “Good morning beautiful” he says in his raspy voice.

You smile as he pulls you in closer, holding you close. “Good morning sunshine.”

Taking this opportunity you flip over to face him, his strong arms still holding you close. You bury your face into his neck, closing your eyes in peace.

The room was quiet, warm, just right. His lips are pressing against the top of your head, making you smile. You lift your head to look up at him, his brown wavy hair is all messy, eyes soft and full of love as they look back down at you. This gives you hope that you are going to truly be happy.

“I have to get ready for work,” He pouts as you start to cling to him, not letting go, “Please (Y/N), I have to go to work.”

He tries prying your grip apart so he can escape. “No, 5 more minutes!” You demand, still half asleep.

“I’ll see you when you get home from work love, besides only 12 more days until you will be Mrs. Matthew Evans.” He smiles as he places a kiss on your forehead, knowing that you don’t like morning breath kisses.

“I can’t wait.” Your eyes meet as you bite your bottom lip, his brown eyes lit up with joy.

He leaves you in bed as he gets ready for work. The two of you met 3 years ago, a few months after you moved to town and he proposed 6 months ago. You are happy, happier than you thought you would be but something is missing.

Flashes of the life you left behind come up often, memories of him. The one you left. You never thought you could be as happy as you were then, but you are pretty close. With all the happy memories there are also painful ones, which caused you to run, change your name, and go into hiding.

Matt comes back into the bedroom, sits next to you on the bed. The smell of his cologne fills the room, it is a handsome, musky scent. His hand bushes your hair back, then bringing it to your cheek. The warmth is welcomed as he pulls your head up, pressing his lips to yours. His lips are soft and loving. You melt against him, “I love you babe.”

“I love you too.” You place one more kiss goodbye before he walks out of the room, moments later you hear the front door close. You mean what you say, you love him, even if you think of your old boyfriend at times.

You roll out of your bed, knowing that its your turn to get ready. Opening your closet, you search for something to wear, eventually settling on a pink tank top with a gray cardigan and jeans. Your morning routine is simple, brushing your teeth then a quick simple everyday makeup and throwing your hair into a pony tail.

Before you start to head, you stare into the mirror just like almost everyday. Looking at who you are now, and looking back at who you used to be. Remembering why you left, and why you can’t go back. Your chest starts to tighten from the pain, head starts to get heavy and eyes weak. It what has to be done though, and with that you grab your purse and go to work.

When you first moved to town, you searched for a job. At the community center they were looking for a youth programs coordinator. You were drawn to it, thinking that you could help some kids and have fun yourself.

You love going to work, during the day you plan events and make sure the day’s activities were all set for when the kids got out of school. Helping coach and coordinate sports games for high schoolers, giving them a place to have fun with their friends and get help with school work. No one expected high schoolers to be coming to the program but after a while you had a regular group that came. Middle schoolers and elementary is easy, they all flood in after school. You have games and activities set up, you always make you that you are available to play and help them when needed.

It makes you feel important, like you are still helping those who need it, you are making a difference. You know almost all the kids that come through the doors, and they all love you. At the end of the day you stand on the steps as the kids run to get to their parents. Full of pride as you see the joy on their faces. Until you start to feel your stomach drop, thinking that if they knew who you really were, would they still accept you, still love you. You get sick just thinking about it.

Rather than driving or taking a bus you walk to and from work. You only live about 3/4s of a mile away, and you like the quiet alone time you get from it. The sun is setting, the sky filled with pink and orange. The beauty helps calm you. A cold breeze brushes past you, sending a shiver down your spine, but it is welcomed. The smells of barbecues, fresh cut grass and nature fill the air. The air is much fresher here than what you were used to. You inhale deeply, taking in the smells, letting your shoulders relax.

A huge bang rings out from the other side of the street. You freeze, looking for the source of the sound, heart pounding in your chest. Instantly being thrown back into your past.

The sound of gunshots fill the air. You are on the rooftop alone except for a lone gunman by the edge. You and Nat were given orders to take out the gunmen on the rooftops. The rest of your team is on the ground and flying through the air focusing on the main target.

You focus on the gunman as you try to catch him off guard. You are quiet, making sure not to alert him. In an instant his head jerks to look at you, focusing his gun at you. Staying calm, you use your gun to shot him in the arm before he can fire a shot, causing him to drop the gun in pain.

A harsh force hits your head, knocking you to the ground. Looking around you realize you forgot a parameter check to look for anyone else on the roof, therefor you did not see the guy hiding in the shadows. Its 2 against one. This is on you, knowing full well that that was the first thing you should have done before fulling entering the rooftop.

You get back on your feet, wanting to fix your mistake fast. He goes to punch you again, you grab his arm and pull it down. Pulling up your knee to bash his face against. He hits the ground, blood pouring out from his nose. You kick him in the crotch to make sure he is down.

At this point the gunman is ready for you, but he doesn’t have a gun drawn at you this time. Its down, against his side. He has a sly smile on his face, watching you intensely. The look in his eyes makes you uneasy, his eyes are crazy, almost with happiness rather than anger. You eyes instantly notice his hand, in it is a bomb.

You run at him, looking to take him out at his knees. Your heart is racing, hands sweaty, mind fully focused on him. He stands still, waiting for you. Just before you reach him, he jumps. Rushing to the side you see him falling, you watch in horror as you see him throwing the bomb into a broken window of the building you are on.

The office building has yet to be evacuated due to the entrances leading to a war zone. No other ways out. Your heart drops as you see glass shatter, flames fly out, followed by screaming of people. Innocent people.

Under your feet you feel the building start to shake. Apparently the building’s structure was blown from the bomb. It is about to come down. You look to the side, assessing the distance between buildings, figuring you could make it. You sprint as fast as you can to the edge and jump.

Your arms meet the rough texture of the roof as you slide against it. Quickly, you push yourself up as you see the building you were just on collapsing, with everyone inside it. Tears start pouring out of you, thrown back in shock. Your head starts hurting with the realization that this is your fault. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” You hear Bucky, your boyfriend, screaming through the comms to you, “(Y/N)! Are you okay?”

But you don’t respond, overwhelmed with the feeling of guilt. You messed up, this is on you. The death of hundreds of people. Without thinking, you rip the comm out of your ear and throw it into the rubble of the collapsed building. Making sure you aren’t noticed, you escape and start running.

“Ms. (Y/N)” You hear a voice call out, “Are you okay?”

Your attention dawn to a parent in the driveway across the street, “Oh yeah, I’m sorry. That loud boom just scared me a bit!” You shout back to him.

“I’m so sorry, that was just the hood of my car, I was checking on the engine.” You let out a sigh of relief as you jump back to reality.

“Oh you’re fine!” You assure him, “I’m just a little jumpy is all.”

You continue walking, trying to forget about the flashback you just had. Instead thinking about your wedding, you have planned it all out perfectly. A nice simple ceremony, with some friends you have made along with his family followed by a small reception. Its going to be simple but gorgeous. Tomorrow you pick up your dress, a lovely full length with a straight skirt. Modest yet sexy.

When you arrive home, Matt is waiting for you with dinner, like usual. The fact that Matt could cook was amazing, you love that about him. He is also kind and gentle, yet rough and strong. Like the best of both worlds. The kids at the community center actually pushed you to him, this is a pretty small town but not too small.

Matt had the kids in his class, and once they learned that you were single too they instantly went into matchmaker mode. Setting the two of you up, and its been wonderful ever sense.

Once dinner was over, you took a shower and lie in bed. Matt is already in bed reading a book when you enter the bedroom. You fold over the comforter and jump in next to him. He closes his book and turns off the light. Lying down and reaching out his arm for you. You snuggle up closer to him, head on his chest and legs tangled up.

Looking up your eyes meet his. Getting lost in his blue eyes, they are stunning. His scruff rubbing against your forehead before he places a kiss there. He is smiling from ear to ear, your heart jumps at the sight of him. He flips over onto his side, so you guys are facing each other. You feel the coldness of his arm on your lower back. “I missed you love, I’m so happy to have you back.” He whispers to you.

“I missed you too Buck” you reply before pulling him into a kiss.

You open your eyes slowly, you look up gently. Not expecting to be hit with disappointment. Not realizing you had a smile on your face as you feel it fade away. You are cuddled up with Matt, seeing he is still sound asleep. You lie there, remembering the dream you just had, how it felt right. How you wish it was real, and you were back in Bucky’s arms.

Immediately you get the thought out of your head. Knowing that it will never happen, you left that life, making sure no one could connect the dots from here and no one would come find you. After all, the world thinks the real you is dead. Thinking your body was lost in the rubble, one if the ones that were never identified. They found your comm, and they assumed you fell along with it.

Matt starts to stir as he wakes up, his arms stretch out as he lets out a moan. Then looking down to meet your eyes. Hiding the disappointment in sadness that was just there moments ago.

The two of you carry on your usual routine, he gets up first and gets ready, kissing you goodbye. About an hour later you get ready, and head to work.

You finish locking up the building, as you leave to go pick up your wedding dress. You are excited, even if your dream still lingers in the back of your mind, not helping but thinking that it should be Bucky at the end of the isle.

The dress shop agreed to stay open late so you could pick up the dress and do a final fitting to make sure it was perfect. As you walk out of the dressing room, the two employees look at you in amazement. You look beautiful. You stand on the platform in front of the mirrors.

Not meaning to, you start crying. They both think its from finding the perfect dress and being so happy. Part of it was from how you look in the dress, you don’t want to admit it to yourself but deep inside you knew this was wrong. Yes you love Matt but he will never be your Bucky.

The seamstress makes sure everything is perfect before you go back to take the dress off. In the dressing room you let yourself stop faking the happiness. You allow yourself to be sad, for just a moment. Because this is your like now, you had no choice.

Leaving the shop, you head to your friend’s house. You met Nina when you first moved here, she was searching for a roommate so you applied. She had agreed to be your maid of honor in the wedding, and was now letting you hide the dress at her place. She knows nothing about your feelings or your real past of course, you can’t even let your best friend know anything.

The night sky is clear, stars filling the sky. The air is cool and crisp, still and quiet. Wedding dress in your arm, you try to compose yourself and focus back on the wedding and how you are still happy. A sharp pain strikes the back of your head as something makes contact with you, sending you straight into the ground. You try to get up but hit again, then everything goes dark.

You feel a pounding headache as you come back to you senses. You keep your eyes closed to help fight the pain. You try to move, only to feel something cold and hard against your wrists, which are above your head. You start to open your eyes, you are sitting on a dirt floor. Looking around the room, you see that the walls are covered in dirt, one door, no windows, the ceiling is mostly blocks of wood and more dirt. There is a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling that lights up the small room. You are underground. Thats when you see cuffs around your wrists with chains attached to the wall holing you up. Your ankles are also chained but attached to some weights rather than the floor.

On the other side of the room, right across from you, there was a computer system. about 7 screens. You think about what those could possibly be for. On the seat in front of it you see your wedding dress draped over the back.

Your heart is about to burst out of your chest its pounding so hard. You can feel your palms get clammy. For the first time in years, you are afraid. Having no idea where you are, why you are here and what is going on. Thinking that this can’t be linked to your past, you are dead, how did anyone find you. That is the only reason you can think of, this life you have lived the past 4 years is over.

The door in the corner starts to open. Your breathing is still intense as you prepare for someone to walk through. Its a man, he is build like a house and tall, his face is covered with a mask. You can’t even see his eyes or anything. “Are you ready?” His voice is disguised, must be a device in the mask.

You are cold, face pale, but you try to keep a neutral expressions so he doesn’t know you are scared. “For what?” You ask, keeping your voice from shaking.

He turns on the computers and starting to do something on the main screen. You cant see as he is blocking the screen from you, which only causes you more fear. “To see them again.” He laughs as he speaks.

Your stomach drops them, knowing exactly who that is. It can only mean your old team, the one you ran away from, the one that was like your family, the Avengers. That means Bucky. Your mind races, thinking about what they will think, have they known that you weren’t dead, if there did were they searching for you, or did they think you were dread and you are suddenly back and alive.

The man walks over to you, a sack in his hands. He places it over your head, hiding you from the screen, he must be waiting to make your reveal special. He has plans for you, your stomach aches with the thoughts of what it could be.

You hear his footsteps go back to the computers, you can hear his fingers clicking against the keyboard. Suddenly he speaks voice still disguised, “Hello there, I hope I have everyone’s attention.”

You shiver at the sound, knowing who he is talking to. “I have something to show you,” You hear him walking back to you, suddenly the darkness from the sack disappears. Blinding you for a moment. You look right at the computer screens, they are all showing videos of different rooms in the compound. Your friends watching you. “Look who I found,” His voice is cheery.

He must have hacked the system Tony had in place, broadcasting you on every monitor in the place, security cameras showing them. You lose your breath, wide eyes and still as a statue. On the top right screen is Bucky, he looks as frozen as you are. “I found her in a little town in Nebraska of all places.” You can see the shock on everyone’s face.

“She seems to have quite the life there, a good job working with kids. How sweet.” He starts pacing around the room.

“Now you see, I assume you would like her back, or at least alive. I will gladly return her to you.” He pauses, “But of course that means I want payment. Nothing to crazy of course, just a fair trade. How about an arc reactor, that seems like a great trade, an arc reactor for your friend’s life.”

You can see Tony and Steve talking on the left center screen. You can’t hear anything. No sound is coming from the speakers. You scan all of the screens, you can see Nat, Wanda, Vision, Steve, Sam, Thor, Tony, Bruce and Bucky. There are all there, staring at you, helpless.

“Now, the choice is yours. If you don’t comply I’ll just keep her as my pet.” He walks over to you, his fingers pet the side of your face. You try to squirm away, pulling his hand back it comes back at full force. You wince in pain, feeling the blood drip from your nose. You snap your head back to the screen, seeing the fear in Bucky’s eyes, in everyone’s eyes really.

“Anything you would like to say my dear?” His hand motions to the video camera on the main monitor.

You take a deep breath, holding back tears. “I’m sorry.” Its all you could manage to say before the tears overwhelm you and burst out of you.

“Are you sorry for making the world think you were dead?” He pauses, walking over to the chair, “Or this?”

He hold up the wedding dress for them to see, “You’re getting married soon.” He looks over to you, your arms and legs go numb, “You would have made a beautiful bride, don’t you think Bucky?”

Bucky is getting mad, you can tell. It looks like he is about to jump through the screen. You can also see pain in his eyes, pain that you would do this to him. You just sit there, crying.

Looking at him again, you force yourself to speak, “Bucky, I had to. Please Buck, I’m sorry. I still love-” You are cut off with another punch to the face. Loosing consciousness for a moment.

“God, shut up.” The man hisses, “Now if you want to make a trade, meet me here,” he hold up a map so you can’t see. “I’ll be waiting.”

Then the screens go black. The man walks out of the room without giving you another look.

You don’t know how long its been, since there is no windows or anyway to tell time. As time passes he comes back. He comes back just to hurt you, no words spoken. A few time he cut you, kicked you, and then the classic punch. It feels like weeks have passed, you know it hasn’t been nearly as long, couldn’t have been more than 2 days tops.

As you sit there alone, you try to distract yourself from the physical pain. The only way to do that is focus on the emotional pain. You think about what they are doing in your current life, Matt is probably worried sick with you missing, using Nina as comfort. No one is there for the kids unless they got volunteers. Your chest is tight, in pain thinking about the pain you are causing everyone.

Then your mind goes to the team, after 4 years, what were they saying or thinking. Bucky probably has moved on, forgot about you. This is just a painful reminder for him. Would they even want to save you? Why would they? You had abandoned them, made everyone believe you were dead. This is what you deserve.

As you come to terms with your current situation, accepting your fate to die here, the door opens. “Looks like they might not hate you after all.” He looks down at you, “Too bad they wont get to you.”

He walks back out as he slams the door, you can hear it lock on the other side. Again, your emotions get the best of you. You start crying uncontrollably. You start to scream “NOOOO!”

You scream and scream, but it doesn’t do anything. Your throat hurts forcing you to stop. You are underground, no one will hear you and you can’t hear them. You lean your head against the wall, tears still steaming down your cheeks. You find yourself losing energy to stay awake as you cry yourself to sleep.

You jerk awake, you hear noises outside the door. Voices sound like they are screaming, but you hear them as whispers. Pounding on what must be more doors outside of your’s.

You feel lighter, you start to feel hope build up inside you. You pull the rest of the energy you have left in you, “HELP!” You scream, “PLEASE! SOMEONE! HELP ME!” You continue, hoping maybe just maybe they can hear you.

The noises outside disappear, puling everything you have you just scream, not wasting it on words. Just the loudest scream you had in you. You wait a moment, listening to see if it worked. Nothing.

Grief overcomes you, you missed your chance. You throw your head back against the dirt wall, hoping you can just end it now. Thats when you hear it. Another whisper, it is louder than it was before. “Guys, I heard it coming from over here.”

It sounds a bit like Steve, you are certain its really Steve. “Steve! Please, I’m in here!” You try to scream but it comes out weak.

Suddenly you can hear bashing against the door. Part of you is happy, the other part worried, what will it be like seeing them again.

You hear the lock give as the door is bashed open. You really want to look at them as they walk through, but you can’t. Staring at the floor away from the door as you can hear them walk towards you. “(Y/N)..” It’s Steve, his voice is soft and gentle.

“I’m sorry.” again its all you can manage to say as your hair covers your face and tears starting to spill out of you.

Footsteps are walking towards you, You can see the boots in front of your face. They are Nat’s. She bends down, pulling your chin up. Looking you right in your eyes. She looks sad, well for her at least. “Listen, you are fine. We are so happy to see you.” She looks at you for a bit longer before she stands, focusing on the cuffs on your hands as Steve releases your ankles from the weights.

“Where is he?” You ask, looking over at Steve. The corner of his mouth turns into a smile as his head motions to the door.

There he is, Bucky emerging from the door way. He looks broken. Almost like he had when he was at his worst after escaping Hydra. He stares at you, waiting to see your creation towards him. You can tell that part of him wants to run to you, but the ball is in your court right now.

“Bucky..” You sound so relieved. You watch him as you stand up, weak from the time spent chained to the floor with the beatings, but you can still do it. You walk to him as fast as you can, as he starts moving forward to catch you as you began to stumble.

There you are in his arms, eyes meeting for the first time. Neither of you say a word, he just helps you get out of here.

They take you into the jet, everyone is sitting around as Bruce cleans your wounds. Luckily you aren’t hurt too bad, mild concussion with some scars and bruises. Tony gave you a hoodie to change into because your clothes were covered in blood.

Everyone is silent for a while except for Bruce telling you to hold still. You just stare at the floor. “So (Y/N), you need to tell me where to fly this thing.” Tony breaks the silence. “Listen, we all want you back, welcoming you with open arms. You had us worried sick about you, we thought we had lost you. But here you are and we want you back.”

You stay silent, trying to think even though you know what you want. You turn to Tony who continues talking, “However, where ever you had been for the past 4 years, you have obviously made a life there.” He looks at the engagement ring on your finger. “Its your choice.”

Scanning the room everyone is staring at you, everyone with smiles on their faces, looking like they actually mean that they want you to stay with them. Bucky though, he looks hurt. He is hurt that you would just run away, leaving everything the two of you had built.

Looking back, you two were perfect. 3 years together, as long as you and Matt. The late night conversations, you helping him cope, just lying in each other’s arms for hours, your play fights, the walks in the park you loved, and just being happy.

“Well first, this is at least what I want to know,” Steve speaks up, “Why did you leave?”

You swallow hard, preparing yourself, “I messed up.” You hold back the tears, even though you don’t think you have any left, “It was all my fault that those people died. I couldn’t live with looking at all of you everyday knowing that I was the one who messed up. I didn’t really think it through, I just ran. When I had the chance to think about it and see that I should have stayed it was too late”

You scan the room again to see everyone’s reactions. They look puzzled. “(Y/N),” Its Wanda’s turn to speak, “No one was in that building.”

“What? There was no way out. I heard their screams.” You are focused on her.

Steve stands, walking towards you. “After the first attack the city put underground tunnels under building just in case of another attack. They were just kept a secret until they were needed to prevent anything.” He kneels in front of you, “No one was in there.”

You interrupt him, “What about the screams?”

“That must have just been from those in other buildings that were not evacuated yet, there was only capacity for a building or two at a time. We got the ones that were in most danger out first.” Steve looks at you like he knows what has been eating you up inside the past 4 years.

You look him in the eyes, “Are you sure I’m welcomed back?”

“Of course” Natasha places a hand on your back, “But I think before we go we should do one last sweep of the place.”

Everyone nods as they stand, “(Y/N) you wait here, Bucky keep an eye on her.” Steve says as they exit the Jet.

It is clear what they are doing, they want the two of you to talk. You look over to him, his eyes already watching you as he walks over, taking a seat next to you. You go to speak but are cut off by him.

“Listen, the decision is yours. I don’t want to make it any harder for you. If you love him, go back to him.”

“I love him,” You start, Bucky looks away, “But I love Steve, I love Wanda, I love Tony, I love the entire team. But, over everyone, I love you the most Buck.”

His attention is back on you, holding your hand now, “I understand if you don’t love me anymore, but if you are willing to give me another chance, if you are willing to try rebuilding what we had, I want to. I want to be with you.”

Bucky stays quiet, “I’m sorry Bucky, every night I thought about you. Wished you were the one beside me. Truth is, I might have been happy but I felt like I had to force myself. Thinking I could never be happy without you, but I thought I could never have you again. I didn’t mean to hurt you, really. I just had to move on at some point. I love you Bucky”

The water works start again, and rather than speaking he pulls you into a hug. In this moment, everything is perfect, the feeling of his arms wrapped around you cause you to melt in his grasp. He hold you for a while, you feel weight lifting off your shoulders as you are pressed against his warm body.

“I love you too.” He whispers in your ears, scruff brushing against them making you giggle. You pull away to look at him, both you smiling knowing that you are back.

You bite your lip, knowing what you have to do, “You do know, I have to go back there though.”

Bucky nodding in agreement.

“I have to say goodbye, I need to give them all closure and I think someone deserves an apology.” You look down as you play with your engagement ring, “I think he needs this back too.”

Foot steps start making their way up the ramp of the jet, the entire team coming back on board. Its clear they are waiting your response. You look up at them, Tony sits in the pilot’s chair starting up the engine.

“I have to go back.” You announce still playing with your ring, “I have to say goodbye, they all deserve at least that much. I have some explaining to do, I don’t want to do it but he deserves better.”

As Tony gets the jet ready you give him the address so he can at least see where to fly. “Okay, I think this will take more than a few hours, maybe more than a day considering you do have that rock on your finger.” Tony announces while taking off, “So Nat if you could find us a hotel that would be great. (Y/N) if you have any suggestions, also where is somewhere to land this thing?”

You hesitate, realizing what you are about to do, “Well I would love to invite you guys to stay at my place but I don’t think I’ll really be welcomed there” You wanted this to be a joke but it just broke you inside. You really did not want to hurt Matt, you do love him but this is just a horrible situation. “There is really only one hotel, its pretty small but its nice. You can land on the community center fields. You’ll just have to get approval from the mayor, I believe he is the next in line for that.”

Bruce shoots you a confused look, “Next in line? Why don’t we just go to whoever is first.” He suggests.

“You see, being the youth program coordinator, I basically run the community center so I would be the person who could give you permission but seeing as I am not there, I can’t make sure the fields are cleared and give permission. If someone wants to give me their phone I can give you his number so you can speak with him.

Now everyone is looking at you in amazement and confusion. “Okay, I’ll ask,” Nat taking the floor, “First, how did you get that job with no qualification at all. Second, why do you know the mayors phone number by heart?”

Fair enough, you thought to yourself. Thinking you would have to explain as they dug around later anyways. “Well first, it is really easy to lie on a resume and make it sound legit. Since the community center belongs to the citizens there my interview was done by a group of volunteers who really didn’t want to waste their time calling references. Second, since that was my job I had to get permission and permits and stuff like that for events so I called him a lot. Plus we are pretty good friends.”

That didn’t help much with the confusion as you can tell. Tony hand you his phone as you type in the number and hand it back to him, thinking this wasn’t the time to ask to land the Avenger’s jet on the property while you are currently a missing person and all.

For the rest of the flight the team asks more questions about your new life. You don’y mind filling them in, just wish that it could maybe wait. Every time you talk about it you remember all the good times, the people, everything that you are choosing to leave and the pain you are about to cause. Mostly you worry about Matt, this wedding is almost a week away and you are going to crush his heart. You are breaking down in the inside, nerves going crazy, stomach hurting and pressure in your head.

“Looks like people are pretty excited for the Avengers,” Tony interrupts, seeing the crowd of people waiting there for you all.

As you land, you start to feel sick. You can’t handle this. Wanda notices your distress, walking over and grabbing your hand before the door opens. She can tell you need to be comforted, someone for support and how that person cannot be Bucky right now.

The ramp starts to lower, everyone else stepping out before you attempt. The mayor it there to greet them along with some other important people. You can hear them speak, “So please tell me, why are the Avengers making a surprise visit to our little town.”

Your stomach drops, you hand on to Wanda as you start walking. No one speaks before you emerge from the Jet, arm and arm with Wanda. Bucky stays on the jet, not wanting to leave. Scanning the crowd, you spot Matt who is running to you, over joyed to see you safe.

He wraps his arms around you, hugging you tight. You let go of Wanda and hug him back. In the background you hear the kids cheering your name with the sound of their feet running. Suddenly you were in the middle of a giant group hug.

You can’t help but laugh, looking around to see all the smiling faces. You look over to the team standing next to you, they have smiles too, they aren’t genuine because they know what is gong to happen. You see Bucky peering out from the jet.

“Wow I am so happy to see all of you!” You say to the kids, “Did you guys want to meet the friends I brought with me?”

Instantly the kids dispersed to the different Avengers, trying to talk to them and get attention. You laugh seeing how thrown back everyone is at how excited and uncontrolled the children are seeing their heroes.

“I’m so glad you are okay babe,” Matt pulls you back closer to him, “Are you okay? Where have you been? And how did the Avengers get involved?” There is concern in his eyes, wanting to make sure you are okay. Before you can answer his lips are pressed to yours. Knowing that this will be your last you allow it, holding the back of his neck as he kisses you deeply. He finally pulls away, you can feel the team’s eyes on you.

“Listen, we can talk about that in private. Do you want to run inside real quick and talk?” Your voice is low, Matt knows it is serious.

Taking his hand the two of you sneak into the community center.

“Tell me what happened? Please, who’s ass do I have to kick.” He is serious. Not making this any easier for you.

You refuse to meet his gaze, not wanting to see his face as you hurt him. “I lied to you.” He pauses, waiting for you to continue, “I didn’t leave California for the quiet town life. I left New York to escape my life. My last name is not Henderson. I am (Y/full/N)’

Matt cuts you off, raising his voice before you can continue, “Wait (Y/full/N), as in the Avenger that was presumed dead years ago.” You just nod, avoiding his gaze, “Are you serious right now?”

Biting your lip you take a deep breath before continuing, “I didn’t mean to lie or hurt you. I got scared and ran away. Came here, made a life for myself without violence.” He is standing across the room, pacing with his hands on his head trying to stay calm.

“So what you got cold feet and ran back to them?” His voice was angry now.

“No! Someone did take me.” You correct him, “This guy somehow knew who I was and wanted to use me as bait. Thinking that if he had me he could get something from them. They saved me Matt.”

His pacing has stopped, “Then what does this mean?” His voice calmer now, “Now that they know you are alive, will they leave you alone?”

Your heart beat is surprisingly calm right now, your palms are sweaty and you can feel pain in your chest knowing what is about to happen. “I’m sorry,” HIs eyes dart to meet yours, “I..I’m going back with them. I have to.”

“Are they forcing you? They can’t do that (Y/N)!” His voice is angry again, you can see veins bulging in his neck.

“No Matt, It’s not like that.” You take a deep breath to prepare yourself, “I love you, I really do. I don’t want to do this to you. This is something I have to do. They are not forcing me but I have to go back with them. They, well they are my family.”

Tears start again, they were genuine though, “What about me? Aren’t I your family? What about your life here?” His breathing is heavy, his face red with anger.

He notices you are now crying, stopping immediately and calming himself down. Seeing that this is hard on you as well. Once is settles down he comes to sit next to you.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to yell.” He places a hand on your back, “I just love you so much. I don’t want to lose you. Even if you aren’t who you say you are, you are still the girl I fell in love with.”

His words sting, hitting you deep in your core. “I wish I didn’t have to hurt you by doing this. I am truly sorry. I hope you forgive me, that you can move on and find someone way better than me.”

You take off your ring, placing it in his hand. Standing up, you don’t have feeling in your legs. Still able to move them, they just feel like they have a mind of their own. Before you leave, you place a kiss on his forehead like he had done to you all those mornings. Walking away you stop at the door, “I love you.” you say one last time as you walk out.

Outside, you wipe the tears from your face. Composing yourself for everyone else’s sake. Sam is the first to see you walking back, nudging Nat so she can excuse herself from the conversations.

“Hey,” She says softly once she reaches you, “I’m guessing that didn’t go to well”

She can see how red your eyes are as she helps fix you up, bowing on your face to dry it off. Once you were ready, she walks with you.

In your head you think this can’t go any worse than how it went with Matt. Mentally preparing yourself as you stand between Nat and Tony, with the rest of the Avengers.

A little hand pops up, you gesture for the child to speak, “Ms. (Y/N), how do you know the Avengers?”

You were hoping to explain this to just the adults, not the children but here you are. “Well, you see... I used to be an Avenger.” You start to explain. Seeing all the parents and your friends turn to each other in shock. You bend down to the kids who are now actively listening to you, “Before I moved here I was an Avenger, but now they need me to go back. They need me to help them fight the bad guys.”

All the children are looking at you with amazement. Everyone actively listening as well, hoping you can put it in a way both children and adults can understand without causing any issues, “I really don’t want to leave you guys. I love all of you, it’s just the Avengers are still my family, just like you, but it is time for me to go back with them.”

You look around at all the eyes focused on you, making you uneasy. You try to stay focused on the kids, they have a lot less judgement in their eyes, “This is very hard for me, I would love to stay here with all of you. It’s just this isn’t my place, I’m meant to be an Avenger. Hopefully none of you are mad or disappointed that I am leaving, I’m heartbroken I have to do this. I hope we can still be friends, maybe I can come visit.” You turn to your team, “Maybe we can all visit.”

The kids start to cheer, thinking that the Avengers visiting can be a normal occurrence. You finish up, “Now I think its getting late, maybe tomorrow, if its okay with your parents, you guys can hangout and play some games with the real Avengers?”

The excitement from the kids is overwhelming. You stand back up to be with your team. Scanning the crowd no one looks to angry with you. Once everyone leaves, you notice one person in the crowd waiting to talk to you. Nina.

Thankfully she isn’t mad, just a little annoyed you did not tell her earlier. She thought you were pretty bad ass. Thankfully she also agreed to get your stuff from your house, well old house. That way you can sleep in your clothes and not in Tony’s old hoodie.

Back at the hotel everyone had a roommate, realizing you didn’t have a home to go back to tonight you made sure they got enough for you. Seeing everyone pair off, Steve and Sam, Tony and Bruce, Thor and Vision, Wanda and Nat, and that only left you and Bucky. At first you weren’t sure if this is a good idea but the two of you do need some time alone.

You expect it to be awkward at first, like you would have to start from the beginning. To your surprise it is natural, yeah it isn’t exactly like you left it which is understandable. But there is no awkward tension, not knowing how to act, you two are comfortable with one another. Talking and catching up, not getting into too much with Matt, trying not to upset him. Your conversation got deep though, just like it had before, knowing what is going on in each other’s heads.

That night, as you lie in bed you feel relieved. You don’t have to put on this act of being happy. You can truly be happy now. You two stay on opposite sides of the bed, you did just break off an engagement after all. However, you could still feel his presence and that is all you need.

In the morning, you wake up still on your side of the bed. However there is a Bucky spooning you from behind, arm draped over your side. Looks like someone missed you more than you thought, not being able to keep away for a single night. You could stay like this forever if it were up to you.

This moment is brought to a screeching halt as someone knocks on your door. You quickly jump out of bed to answer the door. You slowly open the door, expecting Steve or someone from the team.

You are wrong, your friend Nina pushes her way in carrying what you think is breakfast from the smell of it. “I am not letting you go without having one last meal with me.” She states making her way into her room. Instantly pausing realizing that you are not alone. “Oh, would you like to explain?” She turns to you, a bit embarrassed but needing to know more.

You just give her a big grin making sure she isn’t mad, she wouldn’t be angry at the situation, just the fact you didn’t mention any of this to her. “It’s not what you think!”

“Oh girl, then talk.” Without hesitation she continues to the small table in the room, taking out the food and taking a seat. Poor Bucky is still half asleep in bed. You just shake your head as you join her, grabbing your take out box and sitting at the end of the bed.

Bucky sighs and walks out of the room, most likely to Sam and Steve’s. Nina mouthes the word ‘wow’ after Bucky leaves the room, who of course was shirtless when she first came in.

“Okay, I completely understand now. Damn girl, he is such an amazing step up from Matt.” You smack her arm playfully, “Does he have any single friends? Oh! How about Captain America? Is he seeing anyone?”

“He isn’t, but you are on your own there. That man is a mystery when it comes to dating.” You know she is going to try still. Nothing you could do would stop her.

The two of you eat breakfast as you fill her in on the rest of the details, now having to explain the insanely hot and rugged man in your bed.

As you guys talk, you know you are going to miss her the most. You had never had a friendship so effortlessly, not even with Nat and Wanda, you guys were best friends from the start.

The sun was starting to set again. You had an eventful last day, Sam and Tony took some kids flying, you organized sports games where kids could partner with their favorites, group activities, photo opportunities and a big picnic at the end.

Once everything is clean, you get ready to go. You were the last one off the jet yesterday and today you are the last one on. Bucky is waiting for you by the ramp as you say goodbye to Nina one last time.

“You can visit whenever you want!” You insist,

“I’ll take you up on that, please don’t forget about me! I expect constant texts and updates with Mr. Muscles over there” She gestures to Bucky. You force out a laugh, she knows something is bothering you and exactly what it is, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he is okay. I’ll talk with him, he is just hurt right now. He will get over this and everything. I promise.”

Nina pulls you into a hug, “Thank you, I love you.” you whisper into here ear.

“Come on, we are loosing daylight here!” Tony screams from the jet.

Pushing her away, you smile and run to Bucky. Taking his hand as you walk into the jet. The two of you sit together, you instantly rest your head on his shoulder. Thinking that this is right. This is how it should be. You might actually deserve to have this happiness back.

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riverroan · 6 years

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Girlsies hcs i can think of and worked on at 11-12 AM last night

fun fact before we start: Kathrine (Joesph’s daughter) actually died in 1884. Who knew?

Kathrine Pulitzer

Lesbian

Her favorite show is The End of the Fxxxing World

“I’m so gay for alyssa like wtf?”

“We know kath”

She and Spot are saltmates

“Hey, madison? Who sings that song?”

“Bruno Mars”

“Please let him sing it”

Legit when he’s doing hw

“Kath, stfu. I’m trying to think”

“Yeah i know i can see steam”

After Spot finally gets a bf

“Gross”

“I mean at least i can get someone but yeah, me too”

“ BL OCK ED”

Jack and Kathrine have dated before

She was confused

He was helping

Chaotic Good™

She fucking loves her siblings and they all accept her

“What a lovely day to be-”

“Gay”

All six of them say it at once

Her mom’s chill with it

Dad not so much

He doesn’t shame her

But he isn’t gonna try and force her to be straight cause honey he knows she’s deep into the gay hell hole

She wears buns constantly

Also when she doesn’t wear makeup she looks like a goddess

“Wow you should stop wearing makeup more often. I may actually go straight for once”

“Fuck off spot”

Whenever she and sarah finally get together

“well my saltmate and my best friend are together who would’ve figured.”

“Spot leave my lesbian ass alone you gay irish boy”

Cuddles

Kathrine is very loveable and anyone who says otherwise gets beat by the guys

Doesn’t matter how they get beaten

Just know these boys cherish their girls to death

Even if they’ve known them for an hour

“Wow ily to death tf”

Specs and Kathrine and the bestest friends ever okay

They have a treat yo self day

Whether it’s small or big

They will legit have a blast

Specs came out to her as pan after watching Deadpool

“Wow can you believe me a Deadpool have something in common?”

“What?”

“Being pan”

When she figured out she was the first person he came out to she felt amazing

She went home and told her mom everything about it

Her mom was pumped up for her daughter

Specs and Kathrine went to homecoming as friends together and left with their own dates

Specs and romeo

Kathrine and some chick named caitlin

Kathlin didn’t last too long

Turns out caitlin was moving

Theyre still great friends

ANYWAY

Specs told her about his crush on romeo

“He’s just so sweet and funny and ughhhhhhhh”

“I feel ya babe”

Then at homecoming they hooked up

Still together to this day

Kath loves their relationship

She calls them goals

Then in eleventh she got with Sarah

Theyre actually the oldest of the group

Her favorite artist is Dua Lipa

Why?

She’s a queen

Why else?

Shes in debate team

Also the school news

She wishes they had a newspaper but they wanted to be more “Advanced”

Also she knows whether she’ll win an arguement

She can just tell by the way the other person holds themselves

If she knows she lost she’ll nod her head respectfully and go on

She doesn’t let that get to her though

Her favorite subject is ela

Only really big musical she likes is DEH she hates the others

“Why watch some musical of the Heathers when there’s the original movie right here?”

Sarah Jacobs

Her fave subject is math

“Why are gays supposed to hate math?”

She and spot are besties

“I wish stars were out in the day too”

“You’re doing a lousy job as a lesbian if you don’t know girls already exist”

“Are you sure you’re gay?”

These two dated

It was because spot was confused

“Well this was fun, but i like guys more you’re the best love youuuuu”

She also dated jack

“Isn’t that awkward? Dating one brother then six months later go out with the other?”

“No”

“Jack you dumb fuck, haven’t you learned she has no shame don’t question my lesbian best friend and her logic”

She’s not too sure what she’s into honestly

Like holy shit guys are caring and their hands feel great

But like,,, girls are amazing

Spot just calls her a lesbo as a joke

Her fave youtuber is Macdoesit

“We worship queens in this household”

The jacobs’ already knew their first two kids were gay

They don’t care how any turn out as long as they finish school and live happy, healthy lives

They don’t have the time of day to tell them they’ll “go to hell” for being in love with whoever they want since they should be happy

That’s all that matters

“Hey mom, dad, i think i’m bi”

“Cool when you gonna bring a boy or girl over so we can meet them?”

Also after Sarah and Jack broke up Jack started dating Davey after dating another dude after Sarah (it was like two years later)

“isNt tHAt AwkWARd?? dAtiNg ONe sIBlinG tHEn Two YEars lATer Go oUT wITh tHe oTHer????”

“shUT UUUP”

Sarah knows the whole Bee Movie

She also has a shirt of the script

Doesn’t actually like musicals

“They just aren’t for me”

Prefers movies

True Neutral™

don’t get me wrong though

she worships Rent

“I thought you didn’t like musicals”

“leave me alone, Mimi’s coming”

allergic to animal fur actually

so she went all kim possible

“I have a hairless mole-rat”

“WHAT THE FUCK”

“Be nice to Rufus”

Chowder is her childhood

so is kim possible tbh

Smalls

She’s Medda’s only daughter

Everyone will fight for this kid

She’s actually younger than everyone else

She’s tough for an eighth grader

“YOU WANNA GO”

“Smalls calm tf down”

Favorite color is mint green

“It’s just so pleasing to the eye”

“So are boys”

“Race i didn’t ask for your commentary”

She wants to be in band but like,,, she only wants to play drums

Not the other percussion instruments

“Who wants to play those other lame instruments when there’s the drums?”

“Actually-”

“I DONT CARE DAVEY”

She listens very well actually

Also she remembers too many small details

“No one knows my middle name”

“It’s Aaron, what you talking about????”

She’s smart mouthed Delanceys’ a lot

They don’t do shit cause 1. That’s a kid and 2. That’s a girl

Their parents taught them better

Her favorite movie is shrek

“soMEBODY-”

“Smalls, please, it’s four. I need sl e ep”

Chaotic Neutral™

She’s attacked someone with a broom before

It was Jack

He jump scared her while she was sweeping the kitchen

Spot couldn’t breathe while medda and crutchie laughed along and checked if he was okay

Smalls laugh is a snort

“Who sounds like a pig?”

“Don’t call my sister a pig tf dude”

She’s not allowed to be around coffee

It doesn’t do anything really

She’ll throw the cup with the coffee still in to attack people if she’s angry enough though

I said she was chaotic neutral but i’m making her ass sound evil

She shares a room with crutchie

They have bunk beds

She’s top bunk

She hates that bunk but she understands why he’s bottom

She’s actually the youngest Medda ever adopted

When she adopted jack he was 15

Crutchie: 13

Spot: 16

Smalls: 10

She’s 13 now

She goes to her family for different things

Stories: Medda

Nightmare: Jack

Can’t sleep: Spot

Just wants cuddles: Crutchie

Theres different reasons behind these

For Medda she tells her stories about her exprience in theatre and Smalls finds them really nice since Medda’s voice is really soothing and she ususally falls asleep listening to her voice

When she was freaked out over a horror movie he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close and well she found it really nice, eventually falling asleep since it was warm there and she was freezing and she relaxed a lot too

When she first moved in she couldn’t sleep that night and went downstairs to get water and then Spot came down cause he couldn’t sleep either (it was 3 am) and he helped her reach a glass and he just let her crash with him for the night (she fell asleep quick)

When Smalls felt sick one night she went down and cuddled with Crutchie since she couldn’t sleep and she ended up falling asleep quickly like that

When her brothers friends spend the night she always tries to avoid the mess

But fails

One of her brothers will always drag her in

OKAY BUT WHEN HER BROTHERS GO OFF TO COLLEGE SHE IS SO HAPPY FOR THEM

When she goes off to college she goes to NYU for nursing

she’s confused too

“Okay so... guys are cute but like wow girls are too”

“We finally have someone attracted to girls”

“Mama’s a lesbian what are you talking about?”

#girlsies #smalls newsies #kathrine plumber #kathrine pulitzer #sarah jacobs #jack x sarah #jack x davey #javid #Newsies #newsies broadway #newsies 1992 #spot conlon #specs newsies #romeo newsies #spromeo #crutchie morris #sarah x Kathrine #newsbians #sarah x spot

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bbbb-barnes · 7 years

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Look After You - Bucky Barnes X Reader [2]

A/N OKAY HI!! (I’m Elle by the way) Quick one just to let you know this is my secondary blog, im pretty new to Tumblr not sure how it works tbh but you can reach me here orrrr @jbbtraash with is my primary but ill keep the fic coming on this account. If you like this please let me know I love feedback and would love to get to know some of you so thank you if you’ve reacted to the first chapter it means the world!! This fic is a slow burn but will be introducing some of your favourite avengers characters in the next chapt so hold tight.

Summery; Bucky Barnes discovers his sister is still alive and finds comfort in the endearing nurse that cares for his dying sibling

Chapter 1

Warnings; mention of dementia (??) angst, crying

Word count; 1770

The harrowing feeling of looking around for help in an overwhelming situation only to realise YOU are the person who is supposed to know what to do is truly terrifying. The woman was 86 years old and had stage 3 Dementia and was hysterical because she thought, no she was adamant a highly trained assassin that had recently obliterated the United Nations building was her brother that had died in 1943. As utterly absurd as it all sounded, something deep down wanted you to believe this woman and as you looked into her eyes, filled with utter confusion, pure shock and probably the scariest shimmer of hope, one you had never seen before as she begged you to help her find him, begged you to help her bring her Bucky home, finally.

That was a month ago, one whole month. You promised to Rebecca you would help her, you didn’t know why seen as all your professional training has steered you away from humouring the seemingly crazy ideals dementia patients got into their heads. You could lose your damn job, she told you not to tell her children as it would only worry them, and you knew better than to tell your supervisors at work. You were trying to be coy, you didn’t let on to Becca you were helping just as much as you were because that really would get her hopes up, however you had found yourself getting progressively more and more invested in this mystery as certain things began to unravel. Thankfully day to day didn’t change, you still did your due diligence to care for this woman day in and day out. These days she just asked more about him which made you cringe and try to answer as diplomatically as possible. Truth be told Rebecca’s mental state was rapidly deteriorating and you were quickly searching for an answer before she ran out of time. One thing was for sure, that man was Bucky Barnes. The news report even released his name James Buchanan Barnes and comparing the grainy CCTV photograph to the watermarked, old photograph of Bucky Rebecca kept in a frame by her bed proved it clear as day, it was the same person.

“Okay Rebecca, that’s me finished for today do you need anything before I head home?” I asked softly popping my head around her bedroom door. She was bundled up in the blankets I had thrown over her just 10 minutes previous in an attempt to protect her from the freezing cold November air that you just could not seem to escape from. Her bedroom light was off and the garish room, filled with pink frills, even more pictures and a rather large, obnoxious vanity was lit dimly by the pink bedside lamp. The old lady grasped an old book between her weathered hands and smiled vacantly up at you.

“Oh, Mother, come here please, read for me?” Her voice, much like her eyes, was distant and pleading, imitating that of a small child you sighed sadly before stepping into the light of the room, rounding the small space in a few steps and sitting by her on the rosy pink bedspread, this was not uncommon anymore and it was almost always at night time. It always surprised you however, that she couldn’t remember what she did 10 minutes ago but her she recalled her childhood with crystal clarity even reverting back to that same, scared child sometimes when the darkness hit…

“Rebecca, It’s me. Y/N I am your nurse.” You spoke firmly and clearly to her your voice holding familiarity that you hoped she would notice and clutching her cold hands. You looked deep into her eyes, willing her to come back to you.

“Mama, where are we? shouldn’t we get to the shelter the telegram said there’s another one due tonight” her distant voice more panicked now, her head whipped around the room, her face etched with confusion and worry, and you could just tell by her eyes, she wasn’t here right now. She started scrambling at the various blankets that caged her in attempting to get up, her movements jerky and urgent. You stayed calm, you always had to stay calm. You placed your hands softly and slowly on her shoulders, guiding her back towards the bed. She looked utterly lost and it broke your heart.

“Rebecca Barnes. You are safe. I am here with you, I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll look after you” you repeated those words over and over until your voice didn’t sound like your own and the words didn’t sound real anymore tucking her back in to bed, tenderly smoothing down her soft hair. Calm tone of voice. Repetitive actions. Soothing nature.

You left the house one hour and forty minutes later than usual however if it was up to you, you wouldn’t have left at all. You hated leaving her especially these days when she was becoming a danger to herself but ‘company policy’. You huffed and pulled your large coat tighter around your frame, loose tendrils of hair dancing around your face in the bitter wind, you hurried down the badly lit road and felt relief flood your senses as you quickly rounded on to a lighter and busier street with people whisking past you, arms full of shopping bags and you made a mental note to start Christmas shopping soon. It was 9:30pm but consumerism stops for no man and the multiple store fronts that littered the long road twinkled and gleamed with the achingly bright Christmas lights. You slowed your brisk walk down to a stroll and allowed yourself to take in the festive atmosphere, you reached the end of the street and stood idly by the bus stop allowing yourself a moment to just breathe, you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the metal pole of the bus stop for a few golden, silent minutes, you shivered as a vivacious gust of wind and an obnoxious squealing of tires signalled the arrival of the bus and you jumped back up again thankful for the opportunity for some slight warmth.

The bus home was uneventful and boring, and you jumped off at your stop, ecstatic to be so close to a shower, some food and your bed. You almost sprinted the block that separates the bus stop and your apartment block, your sneakers squeaking against the linoleum of the stairs as you took two at a time because the elevator was broken again. Three floors up and you arrived at your destination unlocking the door with freezing and fumbling fingers you almost threw yourself inside emitting a loud sigh as you did so your back pressed against the front door. Finally. It wasn’t much, but it was home, the apartment had a shared kitchen and living area and was all open plan, one door led off to your bedroom which was cosy to say the least and another door adjacent to your bedroom housed a big bathroom. You had filled the place with blankets, cushions, candles, fairy-lights and pretty much anything and everything to make the place homelier.

“Rufus” You called out in a sickly sweet baby voice, crouching down and squinting around the large room and on command your very large and very fluffy ginger rag-doll cat Rufus came slinking out from under one of the many throw cushions positioned on the sofa, he plodded his way over to you and purred at all the attention you were giving him.

An hour later, you were showered, fed and warm. You had Rufus cuddled up to your side and a movie you weren’t paying attention to playing on the TV. Your mind was in overdrive as it had been non-stop for the past month, chewing on your lip you pulled your laptop towards you opening it up to the last web page you had visited.

“Captain America and the notorious Winter Soldier fought side by side in elite World War Two special unit ‘The Howling Commandos’ sources say the pair share the same ‘Super Solider Serum’ famously injected into Mr Steven Rogers”

You had done the reading, you had done the research, this had been your night time routine for a whole month. Your eyes fell on the tatted black notebook that lay carelessly strewn on the coffee table in that book was everything you knew about James Buchanan Barnes, from when he was born, to when he ‘died’, leaked files from his years as a HYDRA agent, Captain America’s best friend and now taking up camp in the shiny new avenger building in New York. Rufus let out a soft meow beside you.

“Yeah, I know buddy, I’m going insane” you sighed, scratching behind his ears.

Your eyes drifted to the window and instantly fell on the distant, ostentatious silver building that was ‘Avengers HQ’ you raked a hand through your hair in frustration, if you knew one thing for sure it was that you needed to talk to Steve Rogers, he would know what to do however, you knew getting hold of Captain America wouldn’t be easy but it was proving to be frankly impossible. You had tried everything, you called and he didn’t take phone calls, apparently he doesn’t take meetings with random strangers, certainly doesn’t answer his emails (though you’re not sure if he even knows what an email is), you even turned up, at the tower and demanded to see him but you just got escorted away by security in the front lobby. So technically they had led you, forced you into this, you stared nervously at the white name badge you had placed neatly on the coffee table by the notebook. You had booked a day off work and somehow convinced Tony Stark’s administrative team you were an interested investor looking for a stake in Stark Industries, and it had taken a month to be invited to group guided tour of the tower to assess assets and talk numbers. All you needed to do was break away from the group, find Captain America convince him to help you find your dying patients brother, who happened to be his best friend, who happened to be a brain washed assassin, in a place full of high tech security and enhanced individuals. You groaned and threw your head back against the sofa your stomach turning with the nerves and your head swirling with all the possible things that could go wrong as you fingers massaged your temples.

You clambered into bed and set your alarm for 7:30am you let your head sink back into the fluffy pillows and shut your eyes in a feeble attempt to try and get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be an eventful day.

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sasuhinasno1fan · 7 years

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My not so secret boyfriend-Shiro Ship Week Day 7

Last day! I really like this one because the prompt I used was really funny. I hope I didn’t make the others look like assholes too much. Anyway enjoy the shance, and remember, season 3 is in 2 days. Free Day

Lance laughed at what his boyfriend had said. He could see his roommate Keith looking at him, so he decided to cut the conversation short.

“Hey babe, I got back to my room. Can I talk to you later?...ok, talk to you soon. Love you, bye.”

“Oh no, don’t hang up on my account. Please continue talking to your pretend boyfriend.”

Lance sighed and rolled his eyes. None of his friends seemed to believe he had a boyfriend and defiantly not the one he was describing. Shiro was a 6’3, drop dead gorgeous model of a man, with arms large enough to crush a watermelon. But because of the lack of pictures or proof, his friends didn’t believe he existed. It wasn’t his fault that Shiro didn’t use the most obvious platform of Facebook and his Instagram was private and his Twitter was in Hiragana. All the pictures they had, were either at home or Shiro had them. Lance had always been a bit private about his relationship - surprising given his flirty nature - so he didn’t want to bring pictures he could just pull up on his phone or computer.

When his friends had asked if he had a girlfriend or boyfriend, he told them about Shiro but none of them believed Lance could land a guy like that.

“What, you think I can’t get a hot guy?”

“It’s not that we think you can’t. I’ll admit, you’ve got a bit of game,” Pidge had told him, “but a majorly hot guy from a high school relationship that sounds as good as yours and going out with you? No offense, but I don’t believe you.” Honestly, it hurt. But Shiro said if they didn’t believe Lance, that was their problem. It would be easy to drop it if his friends didn’t keep mentioning about how they couldn’t believe he kept going on with the lie. He really knew they weren’t trying to be mean, but it still hurt they didn’t believe him.

“I’m not even going to bother responding to you. We have a space club meeting after dinner. Pidge wanted to do it at the pub.”

“Got it.” Keith said, turning his attention back to his laptop.

Lance was about to lay on his stomach so he could play games on his phone, when his phone buzzed with a twitter notification.

たかし-kun tagged you in a photo

The picture was a selfie of Shiro hugging one of the plushes Lance made for him, the bottom half of his face hidden on the head. The plush was a black lion with red and white wings and honestly, it was one of Shiro’s favourites. It always made Lance really happy whenever he saw Shiro cuddling with it. The caption on the picture said, ‘When your boyfriend just hung up but all you want to do is talk to him now’

God, Shiro was such a sap, and Lance couldn’t be happier.

Lance quickly went into the campus main club hall, shivering from the weather outside. And to think, he was gonna suggest to the swim team that they do a slip and slid. Never be fooled by upstate weather, it’ll change in an instant.

The club hall wasn’t really a club hall per say, it was a large room with a stage, that lead into the school’s pub. Usually clubs would book it for bigger events or for events like club fair or the Fall Fest, clubs would be assigned a table to do like sales or little activities.

“Remind me again, why we picked the table right in front of the door?” Lance asked Pidge, who was standing behind the table for the Space Club. On one side was a cupcake stand where cupcakes with galaxy icing sat while the rest of the table had colouring sheets or the different constellations and different planets. Keith, bundled in his jacket, was making origami stars, filling the jar at the end of the table. Lance even lent the club his Sailor Moon Pop Funkos, stacked around the cupcakes.

“So people could see us. Did you get my scarf?”

Lance pulled out a Gryffindor scarf from his jacket pocket, where Pidge snatched it, wrapping it around her neck, trying to hide her face in it. Lance wished he could do that, but he signed up to do a shift for the hayride. If he knew how blistering cold it would be outside, he would have opted to stay at their table by the door, that only got the blast of cold when someone opened the door.

“Ugg, I’ve got to go. I’ll be back in an hour and a half.” Lance moaned, pulling his jacket closer to him as he braved the outside again.

“Good luck!” Keith called from his seat, trying to get some feeling back into his hands. He knew his fingerless gloves weren’t the best idea right now, but he wanted to make the stars and he couldn’t do that with anything blocking his nails.

“So, guess what I found out.” Hunk said, crouching down between Keith and Pidge. The two were a bit more concerned with staying warm so they just hummed so Hunk knew he could continue. “We are total jerks.” That got their attention.

“Excuse me?”

“We are complete jerks and Lance doesn’t deserve us as friends.”

“What the hell did we do to Lance to earn that?” Pidge asked

“Didn’t believe his boyfriend is real, cause let me tell you, he is most certainly real.”

“What are you talking about?” Keith asked.

“When Lance was helping me with the cupcakes, while you two played video games in your room, I went to bathroom and came back to him talking to someone on FaceTime. Guys, Shiro is real. I’m straight and I knew that guy was drop dead gorgeous. I got a peek at his arms, and they’re huge. We need to apologize to Lance.”

Pidge shook her head, “no way, I don’t believe you. That couldn’t have been his boyfriend.”

“Pidge, they were calling each other babe. I don’t think he’s fake.”

“No way. No way Lance got an extremely hot guy as his boyfriend and a high school sweetheart as well? No way, not true.”

“Not to be rude to Lance, but it seems too fantastical that he scored such a boyfriend.” Keith said

“I know what I saw. Shiro is real and honestly, we’re a bit harsh for assuming Lance couldn’t get a really good looking guy as his boyfriend.”

“Excuse me.” They all looked up at the person stand in front of their table. He was tall and even under the jacket it was obvious to see he was muscular. He had a scar across his nose and his beanie hid most of his hair except for the white fringe that was still flopped in front of his face. A large bag sat on his shoulders, like he was on a trip or something.

“Hi, sorry about that.” Pidge started, ignoring the screeching sound from Hunk and the sudden assault to her arm. “We have colouring pages to take and we’re selling galaxy cupcakes for a dollar. You can even learn how to make origami stars and can you excuse me? Hunk, what?”

“It’s him! That’s Shiro!” Hunk didn’t even try to be quiet; he just blurted it out, rudely pointing at the man.

He blinked in confusion. “Um, yes? My name is Shiro.”

“Your Lance’s boyfriend!”

“Wait, what?”

“Him?”

“I’ll try not to feel insulted by that and yes, Lance McClain is my boyfriend. Has been since we were juniors in high school.” Shiro pulled out his wallet and held it open, showing the picture that was in the clear section. It was a picture of Lance with his arms wrapped around Shiro. The most notable thing was that Lance was wearing braces.

“Those are real. Lance said he got his braces taken out when he was in high school. Holy crap. Lance wasn’t lying.” Pidge said

“Now you see why we’re horrible people.”

Just then Lance came back inside. Shiro turned around automatically and smiled at the sight of his boyfriend. When Lance saw who was standing at the table, he immediately brightened up, forgetting about the cold outside.

“Shiro!”

“Hey kitten.” Shiro said, picking up Lance as he ran over to hug him. “Like your surprise?”

“I didn’t know this is what you meant but yes, best surprise ever.” Lance said before kissing his boyfriend. “Hmm, I missed that.”

“Me too.” Shiro said, pressing his forehead against Lance’s.

“Hey, I’m doing the hayride, wanna ride with me and then I can take you to my room?”

“Sure, even though it’s freezing outside. I think your friends still need time to process what they know.”

Lance got a smug smile on his face. So his friends finally knew now and he knew they owed him a bunch of apologies. “Sure, let’s go.”

“One sec.” Shiro pulled a small package out his bag and handed it to Lance. “I got it for you. I’m glad it came before I left.”

Lance ripped the package open and a white scarf fell out. He looked extremely giddy. “Is this the scarf that lights up, the one I said I wanted?” when Shiro nodded, Lance wiggled in place. “I’ve been wanting this forever. Other people said it’s pretty warm. Thank you.”

Shiro helped him fit it on him, stealing a quick kiss. “Let’s go. I can’t wait to spend the whole weekend with you.”

“Yay!”

#shiroshipweek2k17 #shance #college au

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chinken-nungets · 7 years

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hypnotized - klance oneshot

k so this is my first fic for the vld fandom and its a mostly fluffy, little langst, klance oneshot. i hope u like it :3

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“Lance! No!” Lance faintly heard Keith scream as he threw himself in front of Keith and his lion in attempt to block the blow they were about to take. The blast hit him like a hurricane, whirling Blue and him around and around until he was far away from the rest of the team. He could hear the others shouting his name, Keith loudest, but he couldn’t get any words out.

At least Keith’s okay.

During the time Lance was spinning around, he had been thrown out of his seat, hitting the top his lion. Now, he was lying on the floor, a throbbing pain in his side, and the feeling of a hot and dark liquid surrounded him.

The last thing he remembered before blacking out was seeing Keith’s sparkling eyes in his mind – or was it real? – and hearing his friends calling his name one last time.

Lance? Lance!

Was it someone calling him? Or was he still in the dream state he seemed to be stuck in? Lance tried moving his arms, but they didn’t work. In fact, no other part of his body seemed to work. Was he still in his lion after the crash?

He tried opening his eyes, and through the slits he saw a tall figure with black and white hair, mouth moving with words Lance couldn’t hear. Next to Shiro stood Hunk and Pidge, with Allura and Coran behind them. Each of them looked equally worried, and Lance realized with a start that it was him they were worried about. His eyes whipped around the room as far as they would go without needing to turn his head, and he didn’t know what he was looking for until he found it. Keith. He had his head slightly turned away from him. He was wringing his fingers around his wrists, and his leg jiggled from – what was it? Nervousness? Why would he be nervous? Keith was the reason Lance was in the healing pod – if that was where he was, that is. He vaguely recalled what had happened. A blast, some spinning, and lots of yelling, but the details he couldn’t remember. Lance was pretty sure it was Keith he was trying to save, but he didn’t know why.

Before he could dwell on his thoughts any longer, something in front of him gave way and he was falling through the air, waiting to feel the hit of the cold ground.

But it didn’t come. Instead of a hard surface, he was in warm arms cradling him. Hunk lifted him up carefully, saying something like ‘I’m so glad you’re okay, Lance.’ Pidge hugged him too, scolding him for making such a rash decision. Shiro placed a hand on Lance’s shoulder in a comforting manner.

“Pidge is right, Lance,” he said, and Lance looked up to his face. “You shouldn’t just jump in front of someone.” Allura came from behind Shiro and nodded,

“I understand you were scared for your fellow paladin, but you must understand the danger you put yourself in. You’re lucky you survived.” She said the last phrase softly.

“Hey, I’m fine now, aren’t I?” Lance tried to lighten the mood, but all he got was a tight smile from Allura, a frown still shadowed in her eyes. “What? Am I not okay?”

“You are now, Lance, but you weren’t before,” replied Coran, his usually cheery aroma gone. “I don’t think you understand how serious the situation was.”

“How serious was the situation, then?” Lance asked, frustrated that none of them were giving him a straight answer.

“You were in the healing pod for over a week, Lance. That’s not normal. You lost a lot of blood, since part of your lion was embedded into your side,” Shiro explained, and Lance winced at the thought. “You were in critical condition when Keith took you to his lion.”

At the mention of Keith, Lance turned his head in his direction, seeing that he was looking his way now, the common scowl on his face switched with a soft expression and upturned brows. When they made eye contact, Keith turned away again, the familiar frown returning to his face.

Lance returned his gaze to the rest of them, mumbling an apology. But in truth, he wasn’t sorry. He would do it all again if he had to, to save Keith.

“You were about to die, Lance. Don’t joke about it.” Lance whipped his head in time to see Keith storming out of the room after his sudden outburst.

Shiro called out to him but got no reply, and as Lance began to walk out after Keith, Allura held him back.

“I’m sorry, Lance, but we’ve got to double check on your vitals, and it is very important that you get your rest.” Lance groaned at that, and Hunk gave a comforting pat on his shoulder. He would have to talk with Keith later.

“Keith, are you in there?” Lance called through Keith’s shut door, knocking softly. “Please, Keith. I just want to talk.”

He heard a soft groan before the door opened, revealing a messy haired Keith behind it. Lance felt a blush creeping up his face.

How could he look so cute?

Lance cleared his throat, and forced a smile. “Did you have a nice nap?”

Keith scowled at him, but let him in. Lance resisted the urge to ruffle his friend’s dark mullet.

“Are you mad at me?” Lance asked, his forced smile falling of his face, fiddling with the worn ends of his dark green jacket. He looked up at Keith through his eyelashes, nervous to make eye contact.

Keith kept the scowl on his face, and turned away from Lance, not saying anything. When it was clear he wasn’t budging, Keith sighed.

“I- I mean. I’m not mad. You just…scared me. A lot. Scared all of us.” He ran a shaking hand through his dark hair, still not looking at Lance. In a much quieter voice, he added, “We didn’t know for sure if you’d make it. You almost died, Lance. I- I don’t think you understand how important you are to the team. Without you, we fell apart. You’re the glue that keeps us all together. Thank god we didn’t get an attack from the Galrans; we wouldn’t have survived.”

Lance was speechless. His mouth was slightly open, eyebrows upturned, intently looking at Keith as he spoke. Never before had anyone said something so honest, so open, and he least of all expected it from Keith. His heart ached seeing him like this, broken, trying to stop the tears from falling down his lightly freckled cheeks. Lance hadn’t notice them before – they looked adorable. He mentally slapped himself. He was supposed to be comforting his fellow paladin, not thinking about how freaking cute he was. He scowled at himself, feeling heat creep up his neck and face. Carefully, he put an arm around Keith, pulling him close as soft sobs escaped him, hoping the motion wasn’t awkward.

Luckily, instead of pulling back Keith moved closer, burying his face in Lance’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I should be the one comforting you, not the other way around,” he said between sobs and hiccups.

“Nonsense. When would I ever pass up a chance to cuddle?” The words were out of Lance’s mouth before he even thought about them, and it was too late to take them back. His hand suddenly stopped rubbing Keith’s back, the realization of what he had said dawning on him. If possible, his face reddened even more, and he was sure Keith’s bed was covered in his sweat.

Keith’s sobs also ceased, and he pulled back a little to look at Lance. He had a look of shock on his face,

“Did you just flirt with me?”

“No-nope! What are you talking about? I always cuddle my friends. Yup. Just-just ask Hunk! He’ll tell you just that, y’know. I’m the cuddly type. With friends. Yeah.” Lance babbled at him, trying not to bury his face into the pillow on Keith’s bed and scream for eternity. His next thought was how that pillow would smell like Keith, but he immediately dismissed the thought.

Keith smirked softly at him, wiping the tears off his face with the hem of his shirt. When he did that, Lance spotted part of his toned abs peeking through the exposed skin, and made him want to wrap his arms around him. He coughed loudly and suddenly, startling Keith and turning his smirk into a worried frown.

“Are you okay?”

Lance nodded quickly. His face was probably as red as the ripest tomato, and he cringed at himself.

“I’m fine, sorry,” he said, trying to recover quickly, which clearly didn’t work since Keith raised an eyebrow at him. Luckily, he dropped the subject, but they ended up in an awkward silence.

After an agonizing three minutes, Keith turned to Lance and spoke so softly he almost didn’t hear him over the incredibly loud beating of his heart.

“Just, Lance, please don’t do that.” His voice sounded so broken that Lance couldn’t help but pull him into a tight hug. Keith seemed startled at first, but he relaxed a bit and hugged Lance back.

He’s so warm, Lance thought, more heat rushing into his cheeks. In an even quieter voice, Keith whispered,

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Lance swore he had a heart attack. His breath hitched in his throat, and all his mind seemed able to do was bury his head in the crook of Keith’s neck.

“You know, if I hadn’t done what I did, I might have lost you.”

This time, it was Keith’s turn to freeze up.

“You can’t just say things like that,” he mumbled, his face turning red. Lance, feeling satisfied with flustering Keith, decided that he wanted to see Keith blushing more often.

They stayed like that a bit, until Lance felt Keith’s breathing even out, and let him lie down on his bed. He stayed for a bit, watching Keith drift into a peaceful sleep, when he caught himself. He quickly got up and left Keith on his own, his face almost as red as before.

God, he was so fucked.

The next few days, or what were considered days in Altean time, passed with Lance trying not to confess his feelings every time he saw Keith, usually ending in a blushing mess. The others must have noticed something strange, because they constantly asked him if he was okay, or if anything had happened between him and Keith. He dismissed them, only hoping that Keith also didn’t notice him acting strange.

However, a few days after his discovery of his crush, Pidge and Hunk decided they had had enough. After another one of his flustered sessions, Pidge, saying nothing, grabbed him by the elbow and led them to the common room, empty except for them.

They sat him down, glaring daggers at him.

“Do you, perhaps, have anything to tell us?” Pidge asked, taking a seat beside him.

“Uh… I’m guessing you won’t believe me if I say no?”

Hunk crossed his arms, sitting down on his other side. “No, we won’t. Now, will you please tell us what the heck is going on with you and Keith?”

“Um. Well, you see, I’m pretty sure there’s not anything wrong with him, but…”

“But…?” Pidge urged him to go on.

“But, I think I might maybe, just maybe, like him?” Lance’s voice squeaked at the end, and Hunk looked at him patiently, a faint smile on his face.

Lance sighed, he wasn’t going to get out of this. “I have a horrible, terrible, awful, gigantic crush on Keith. Happy now?”

Pidge grinned widely, pumping a fist in the air, “Ha! I was right! Shiro, you owe me five bucks!”

Confused, Lance whipped his head back and forth, “But Shiro’s not here?”

“Sorry kid, but it was Pidge’s idea,” said a manly voice from behind, and Lance knew it was unmistakably Shiro. He turned his head to look, and beside Shiro stood a sweetly smiling Allura.

“You-you guys! You can’t eavesdrop like that!” Lance pouted, throwing his hands up.

“Hey, it was taking a while for you to admit, and we needed confirmation. Shiro, hand over the money.” Pidge put her hand out, other hand on her hip.

“Wh-you guys bet on me too?! That-that is unacceptable! I thought we were friends!”

“Hey, I said you were just acting weird because of your injuries, and Keith’s initial reaction,” said sweet, innocent Hunk.

“As did I,” added Shiro, and Lance sighed,

“Glad to know I have some good friends,” he said, glaring at Pidge, who stuck her tongue out.

“Shut up, you love me.”

“I wish I didn’t.”

“Well,” Allura interrupted, “when are you telling Keith about your feelings for him?”

“Who said I was telling him anything?” Lance cried, still pouting.

“Lance, I’m pretty sure he feels the same way about you. So, I definitely support the idea of you confessing.” Shiro said, putting on his Dad Voice.

“I agree. Have you even seen him around you? He gets almost as flustered as you.” Hunk added.

Lance rolled his eyes, “Yeah right. The dude hates my guts.” Except for that night.

“Uh, no. You should’ve seen him when you were in the pod. He didn’t budge from in front of you for the first three days! We had to remind him to eat – he almost died of starvation,” Pidge pointed out.

“Yes, and he was pretty reluctant to leave too,” Allura said, patting his shoulder. Lance covered his face with his hands, blushing profusely.

“But what if you guys are wrong? What if he does hate my guts? What would I do next?”

“You will tell him, or we will do it for you,” Pidge deadpanned.

Lance groaned, leaning against Hunk. “Fiiiine. But if he doesn’t like me back, you are all dead. R.I.P Space Dad and Mom. Next to them, Hunk and Pidge, almost too young to die. Almost. Death at the hand of Lance for incredibly bad advice.”

“Don’t be dramatic, Lance,” Allura said, a smile adorning her gorgeous face.

“I am the definition of dramatic,” Lance shot back, smirking.

“We know, Lance, we know,” Hunk sighed, pushing Lance to his feet. “Now go get your boyfriend!” Lance glared at all of them, spending an excessive amount on Pidge, but obediently obliged.

Lance put his fingers to his temples, rubbing circles. Why had he agreed to this? His original question still stood – what if Keith didn’t like him back? The others said he did, that it was almost as obvious as him, and Lance knew he should trust them, but he couldn’t seem to let the worries go.

He should have been looking where he was walking, but Lance, clumsy Lance, ran straight into something. Actually, more like someone. Someone, more like Keith. Just his luck.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” Keith said, clearly startled.

“Sorry, that was my fault.” As Keith started to walk away, Lance gathered his courage and reached out for him. Keith looked back, surprised, when Lance had grabbed his sleeve. Lance’s cheeks reddened, and he loosened his grip.

“Actually, I-I was looking for you,” he took a deep breath, preparing himself for the possible rejection as Keith waited patiently, watching him with curious eyes. “You see, I was talking to the others, and I know this is a stupid idea but they encouraged me a lot and so I’ve decided to go with it. And I’m sorry if it sounds really stupid but-”

“Lance, what is it?”

He sighed, almost curling in on himself. In a soft and quiet voice, he confessed. “I-I really like you Keith. Like, I like you. And I don’t know if you feel the same way, because to me, it seems like you kinda hate me? But the others said I should tell you and see what you feel and oh god Keith please say something.” Keith’s face was perfectly still, his perfect lips that Lance wanted to pull onto his own so badly parted slightly, and his arm limp in Lance’s grip. “Keith?”

That seemed to shake him out of his stupor, and his violet eyes flicked between Lance’s eyes and lips. One moment Lance was ready for rejection, and the next Keith was pulling him in, his lips on his own. It was fireworks and stars and the whole universe was pulling them together and Keith was kissing him. Before Lance could kiss him back, Keith pulled back, a dazed smile on his face.

“Of course I like you back, you oblivious idiot.”

Lance let himself smile, and soon it turned into a grin, a soft chuckle escaping him before he could stop it. He leaned back in, cupping Keith’s face in his hand, and Keith reached up, brushing his hands through Lance’s hair, and they kissed again, stronger this time.

They breathed each other in until they were gasping for air, soft smiles adorning their faces and bright red flushes across their faces.

“So,” Lance smirked, “you really did enjoy my cuddling.”

A scandalized look crossed Keith’s face, “Oh, shut up,” he said, but a blush crept onto his face and neck.

“You know you love me.”

Keith’s reaction wasn’t what Lance expected, because instead of him rolling his eyes, he smiled, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

Lance’s face burned up, a sputtering mess, “Wh-bu-you can’t just say things like that, Keith!” Keith just grinned and pulled him back into a kiss, shutting Lance up, and they sank into it, Lance wishing he could stay like this forever.

#klance #mine.txt #my fics #my writing #voltron #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance oneshot #voltron oneshot #oneshot #klance fic #voltron fic #fanfic #writing

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nedyma · 7 years

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can I get !!!! malark/speirs !!!! for the fall otp thing

Ash, thank you

Who gets excited about Halloween in July:

Malarkey for sure! He’s all cheerful for almost every holiday, he insists on decorations around the house, and he always tries to get Speirs to have the same attitude. He usually grabs the other by the shoulders in excitement, coming forward to put his chin on Spiers’s shoulder despite the height difference and softly whispers, “Halloween.” Before bouncing off with excitement while Speirs is just beginning to sigh.

“Fourth of July was two days ago!” He calls.

Who starts wearing sweaters and scarves on the first day of September and completely overheats:

This is a good one… I think it’d be Speirs, because while he’s smart enough to know September is still hot, Malarkey’s raving about the weather has his brain flipped and he ended up thinking it was going to be a lot colder than forecasted. Malarkey teases him up until Speirs sighs, stands, lifts the sweater up and over his head, leaving Malarkey left speechless at the show. Speirs is then left in an old, worn white t-shirt that he looks more than good in. Malarkey grows quiet.

“Anything else you’d like to say, Don?”

“You’re hot.”

Who thrives in Fall/Who prefers Summer and warm weather:

Malarkey would argue that Speirs thrives in cooler weather because he’s got the aesthetic™ down. He’s got the scruffy beard, the messy hair, and the fact that he looks adorable in a scarf. But the two really strive in summer together. Malarkey likes the warm weather, it lifts his already happy attitude, and Speirs likes to sit around in t-shirts. Speirs’ favorite summer pasttime is also sitting out on a blanket, in a field, with Malarkey sitting on his lap as they watch whatever’s going on around them.

Who thinks the other looks so cute when they’re cold and trying to fight it with 50 sweaters:

Speirs thinks it’s the cutest and funniest thing when he comes from work and Malarkey’s already home. Usually, it’s the first sign of snow, weather it’s a misty sleet-like rain, or actual snowflakes, Don’s curled up on the sofa with all of their extra duvets wrapped around him. Not only that but he’s sitting under the blankets with his favorite Ron-sweater.

“Feeling a little cold, sweetheart?” Ron teases as he tosses the mail down on the counter. Now he sheds his coat and shoes as he comes over to Malarkey.

“Not now.” Malarkey grins as he grabs onto Ron and pulls him down on top of him.

Who offers the other their jacket:

I think Malarkey definitely has the personality to be the jacket-offer-er, but Speirs is just… never in need of a jacket? So on one Saturday night, when the leaves are falling around them and they’re on a walk, Malarkey lifts his hands around himself as the chilly air finally gets to him. Speirs hadn’t even noticed that Malark had only been dressed in a long-sleeve shirt, so he’s quick to slide off his quote and put it around Malarkey’s shoulder. He wants Don to be warm, especially since he knows how easy it is for the other to get cold.

Malarkey only smiles at that, coming forward anyway to wrap his arm around Speirs’s center. Ron throws an arm over Malark’s shoulder.

Who doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning because it’s too cold and has to run from the warm covers to the shower:

Speirs is the one who keeps his face plastered to the pillow even after Malarkey tells him: “Hon, we’ve got to get up.” He grumbles in agreement, yet makes no move to actually get up. So Malarkey gets up, lifts one leg so he can straddle Speirs’s waist, and starts to run his hands down his back to bring him out of his sleepy-haze. He rubs between Speirs’s shoulder blades, then moves further down, Malarkey’s fingers grazing against the other’s ribs.

Speirs lets out a noise in approval, but still doesn’t make a noise.

Then Don swings the other leg back off, taking the short route to the shower by climbing over Ron.

Now Ron makes a noise of betrayal while Malark just laughs. Ron can hear pieces of clothing hit the floor in soft thuds. Followed by Malarkey saying: “You can join me, y’know.”

That may be Speirs’s motivation to finally get up.

Who touches the other with their freezing cold feet at night:

(we all know it’d be Malarkey). They’re finally wrapped up and ready to go to bed, Malarkey wrapped around Speirs (Malarkey’s a jetpack it’s true). And then just as they get comfortable, Malarkey presses his foot to the back of Speirs’s calf and he immediately hisses.

Who makes the hot cider to snuggle under a blanket and drink:

THEY MAKE HOT CIDER TOGETHER. They get it done faster and work as pretty damn good team, and then later, Speirs takes the corner of the couch with his mug in hand. Don’s slots right next Speirs, curling his feet up next to him as they settle in for the night.

Who loves carving pumpkins and buys about 300:

Speirs knows how excited Malarkey gets about these things so he buys them two pumpkins and draws the line there. Malarkey’s glad to obey, but that doesn’t mean Speirs isn’t going to get a big kiss on his grumpy face.

Who is terrible at carving pumpkins:

Speirs never bothered to be meticulous, so his starts off rather dodgy, so Malarkey makes it his mission to help Speirs out. But not before playing Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers. Slowly, he comes up behind Speirs, all inspired by the movie Ghost and helps him carve his pumpkin.

Speirs rolls his eyes and allows Malarkey to have his moment.

Who thinks pulling the pumpkin guts out with their hands is icky:

Ironically, it’s Don. He really doesn’t like the texture, never did. If he has to pull the guts out himself he will. But he’s got Speirs for that. So Speirs cleans out the pumpkins for the both of them to provide their blank canvases.

What is their favourite Fall activity:

Malarkey and Speirs go to a little ‘fall activity’ farm! (I used to work at one so I know how these binches work). They get their wristbands for ALL of the rides and pay extra for apple picking. The first thing they do is head towards the petting zoo, because who doesn’t want to see baby animals? Even Speirs has a soft spot for the baby goat. Then they hop on the hayride and head over to the corn maze. It’s super fun, and Speirs is the one holding the map so he makes Malarkey try and guess blindly. He gets pretty close, but at the end they end up taking a wrong turn. Speirs gets them out a few minutes later. Then they head right over to the apple orchard and fill their small bag. They shop around in the little store first, they each get a fall inspired donut, Malarkey chooses cinnamon-sugar apple and Speirs goes for the glazed pumpkin. (of course Speirs gets them each a small plastic sippy cup of cider, they’re meant for kids but he knows Malarkey will love them.) He gets one shaped like an apple and the other like a jack-o-lantern and lets Malarkey choose. Of course Malark goes for the pumpkin.

Then they head home, with Don relaxing in the passenger seat and Speirs behind the wheel. He makes sure to take the scenic route, with the fallen leaves and the thin roads. They even spot a few deer.

Who gets scared when they watch Horror movies:

Malarkey insists they watch the scary movies while Speirs honestly thinks they’re dumb. But he sits through the shotty special effects and the terrible acting for Malarkey’s sake. But then Malarkey insists on watching The Conjuring. They settle in and Speirs is actually liking the movie… But then the first jump scare happens and Malarkey hides his face in Speirs’s shoulder.

Speirs laughs.

“Why do we watch these when you get scared every time?”

“Because! I like them! And I get to cuddle against you without you getting upset. So. Bite me.”

And Speirs does lean over to bite at Malarkey’s collar bone, but Don slaps a hand against Speirs’s cheek softly as he gives him a warning stare.

Who hands out candy to trick-or-treaters:

Speirs and Malarkey both do. But when a set of twins walk up to the doorway, a boy and girl, both dressed as knights, Speirs falls to one knee and grins at them sweetly.

It might make Malarkey’s heart mealt.

Who accidentally scares the kids:

Speirs. He’s gruff and tough usually and only spares a smile when he thinks about it.

Who suggested the couples costume:

Malarkey. Every time. If it were up to Speirs, he wouldn’t even bother dressing up. But Don drags him to every party, one year it was at Lieb and Web’s, second year it was at Dick and Lew’s.

What is their couples costume:

At first he suggested they go as a dentist and tooth fairy… which was thrown out the window. Then it was suggested to princes. Until finally Malarkey came up with the idea of being cops and robbers. Malark would dress up as a cliched movie version of a robber, complete with stripes and all while Speirs would dress up as a cop. Malarkey may have favored that idea because Speirs looks really good in uniform

What is the best Halloween they ever had:

They fine that the newest Halloween they spend always feels better than the last. As long as they get to spend it together, it’s their favorite.

But Speirs specifically likes the Halloween party they attended right before they started dating. It was a party Muck, Malarkey, and Penkala had hosted and invited everyone over.

Malarkey was in the back, preparing apples for apple bobbing when Speirs slipped back there for some privacy. He hadn’t dressed up, and he hadn’t been expecting Malarkey to be back there either.

“You didn’t dress up!” Malarkey said, affronted. It had been hard for him to look so disappointed while he had a little black nose drawn on top of his own and had mouse ears perched on top of his head. He, Penk, and Muck went as the three blind mice. But dropped the blind part… they’re not insensitive.

Speirs stared at him for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t.”

“That has to change! I’ve got an extra costume in my room.”

And for some reason, Speirs let Malarkey drag him off to his room. He never had an issue with Malarkey, and it was Malarkey’s party after all… and Malarkey had always been cute and it gets him away from the party so… Speirs sees no fault.

Malarkey had been harboring a red and white stripped shirt and a matching hat, that Speirs wasn’t feeling very willing to try.

“Where’s Waldo.” Malarkey states proudly as he motions towards the costume. “Simple.”

“I don’t know…” Speirs tries, but Malarkey is already waving him off as he grabs the shirt.

“It’s only going to be for a few hours. And this way you’re not the guy who didn’t come in costume. Trust me, people will be bothering you way more asking “Hey why didn’t you dress up?”” Malarkey imitates some other voice perfect as he grabs onto the shirt.

Speirs stays quiet until Malarkey motions again with the shirt. He sighs heavily, grabbing at the end of his current shirt and brings it up and over his head so he stands there, shirtless, in Malarkey’s room.

Malarkey must have had one too many candy corn-themed shots because he stared at Speirs’s chest unabashedly.

It ended up with them making out on Speirs’s bed, only to be interrupted by Muck an hour later who was wondering where the apples were.

What is the worst Halloween they ever had:

Not possible with those two. They always play it mild so any Halloween never reaches a Bad level.

Who eats too much candy and ends up sick the next day:

Malarkey is a sucker for hard candy, specifically dum dum lollipops that are always handed out, or jolly ranches, but he also likes a candy bar every now and then. So usually, by the end of the night, Malarkey’s tongue is a deep blue and he’s sitting in the passenger seat with a frown on his lips (which are also tinged blue).

Speirs tries not to chuckle in front of Malarkey, but he teases him the next day.

#ask #otp ask game #spalark #speirs #malarkey #my writing #this WAS SO FUN BUT I HAVE TO GO TO WORK NOW

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nightvalemeteorologist · 7 years

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Prompts! (1) Luke gets permission from Uncle Owen to visit Mos Eisley; meets cargo pilot Bodhi in the cantina. (1A) Bodhi saves Luke from the "My friend doesn't like you/I don't like you either" duo. (2) Bodhi is Biggs Darklighter's roommate in the academy. (2A) Luke saves up money for expensive long-distance holocalls to Biggs; sometimes it's Biggs' cute roommate who answers. (2B) Biggs drags Bodhi home to Tatooine during vacation. (3) On Hoth, Luke will snuggle anyone for warmth. Bodhi pines.

(I love all of these prompts and will probably end up writing the other ones eventually but here is #3 for now)Prompt #3: Bodhidrops his eyes to his lap, cheeks burning. He’s picking at his food,trying not to draw attention to himself. His eyes flick toward theend of the table where Luke is leaning against Han. The older man hashis arm across Luke’s shoulders, the gesture seeming like almost anafter thought. Luke shivers, arms wrapped around his chest as heleans closer to Han’s body heat. Bodhi looks down again.

Heshifts, fight the urge to stalk away from the table. He doesn’t likethe way his stomach twists when he sees Luke cuddle against others.And Luke seems to be constantly snuggling against everyone in therebellion. Everyone except Bodhi, that is. Not that Bodhi is hung upon that fact or anything.

Heonce saw Luke leaning against K2 in an effort to get warm and he’s adamn droid. Bodhi was right there, more than will to share body heatwith Luke.

Heshoves those thoughts away forcefully. He really needs to stopthinking about it. In the short time he has known him, Luke hasbecome a close friend and Bodhi doesn’t want to ruin that because ofsome crush. It’s best if he just tries to ignore it. Eventually thefeelings will go away. Right?

Still,he can’t help the twinge of jealousy when he sees how easily Luke isphysically affectionate with others. It hasn’t escaped his noticethat Luke isn’t that way with him. However, it might be better thisway. Bodhi can’t imagine how he’d deal with these feelings if Lukewas constantly laying in his lap.

Lukesuppresses a frown as he watches Bodhi slip out of the room. Heinwardly kicks himself. He’s been interested in Bodhi from thebeginning, practially before he officially met the Imperial cargopilot turned rebel fighter. He was incredibly excited to meet Bodhiwhen he heard the Rogue One crew would be coming to Hoth and they hitit off right away. Luke can talk to Bodhi for hours, and has on morethan one occasion.

Andhe wants. He wants everything with Bodhi. It’sincreasingly difficult to keep his thoughts tame when they aretogether. It seems like all he can think about lately is crawlinginto Bodhi’s lap and kissing every part of him he can get his handson.

Lukefeels like an absolute wreck whenever he spends time with the otherman. He’s torn between the deep connection he feels with Bodhi andhis complete inability to voice those feelings. He can barely bringhimself to touch him because every time he doesn’t he’s sure he’sgoing to lose his head and just kiss him. It’s easier to beaffectionate with everyone else because there isn’t an underpinningof “oh no, I might love you” in every interaction.

“Youshould really just tell him,” Jyn insists for the third time whileLeia nods emphatically behind her shoulder.

“It’sjust getting ridiculous at this point,” His sister continues.

“Youboth like each other so mu-”

“Hashe said something?” Luke interrupts, completely giving himselfaway.

“Well,no,” Jyn continues while Leia smirks at him. “But-”

Lukesighs. “I don’t want to risk-”

“Lifeis terrifyingly short,” Jyn cuts in, “especially for us. We couldall die five minutes from now, literally none of us know. You’rescared – so is he. Everything is at risk, right now. What’s theharm in telling him?”

Bodhiis definitely not pouting as he trudges toward his quarters to hide.No, not hide. He just needs some time alone, that’s all. Just someperfectly normal alone time.

“Bodhi!Wait up,” He freezes at the sound of Luke’s voice, hating the wayhis heart leaps at the sound. He turns, offering a smile that comesfrighteningly easy once he sees Luke coming toward him. “What areyou up to?”

“Oh,huh, nothing…” Bodhi stammers.

“Areyou busy right now?”

“No,I’m free this afternoon.” Bodhi fights the urge to flea. He’strying not to let his damn crush get in the way of things but he’sfeeling all mixed up right now and Luke’s smile isn’t helping things.

“Great!”Luke says excitedly, blushing immediately after. “Er, well. Wouldyou like to do something? I mean, there isn’t much to do here but…”

“I’msure we can think of something,” Bodhi flirts before he can stophimself. He is thinking about dragging Luke back to his room so theycan ‘pass the time’.

Luke’sblush deepens as he looks up at Bodhi almost shyly. Bodhi’s heart ispounding and he is sure he is misreading this. He needs to get a holdof himself. The moment carries on for almost too long, them justlooking at each other, both blushing and awkward.

“Uh,so,” Luke clears his throat, shifting back on his heels. “I’msure we can find something better than standing in this hall.”

Justinvite him back to your room, Bodhi pushes that thoughtaway, forcing a casual expression as he falls into step beside Luke.He’s sure he’s imagining the way Luke is glancing at him with pinkcheeks and a small smile. Surely that cant mean what he wants it to.Play it cool, Rook. he tells himself firmly.

Lukeis out of his depth, which he can’t help but think is a tadridiculous. Of all things, telling Bodhi he likes him is what he’smost afraid of right now. And he can’t figure out how to do it. Hecan’t just blurt it out at random but he can’t figure out how tosteer things in that direction. Bodhi seems so nervous right now, soon edge. Luke wants to believe that’s because of him but he reallydoesn’t know.

Theyend up in the rec room, playing cards and drinking a bit earlier thanthey usually would. He’s nervous, too, Luke tellshimself, that has too mean something.

Usually,someone else from the team would have joined them at this point. Sofar, everyone is leaving them alone, making themselves scarce as Lukeand Bodhi take over the room. They are so caught up in theirconversation that they don’t notice at first when they end up alone.Luke looks up from their game to discover they are completely alonein the communal room. He knows this is his opportunity to talk toBodhi, but he still can’t figure out how to star the conversation.

“Bodhi,”He forces out, looking up from his cards to take in Bodhi’sexpression as he speaks.

“Huh?”Bodhi mumbles, lifting his eyes to Luke’s face.

“I-”Luke starts, unsure of what to say. He wants to just lean over andkiss him but he knows he can’t without permission. But asking is soterrifying.

“Whatis it?” Bodhi asks, taking in Luke’s unsure tone.

Usually,Luke feels as though he can tell Bodhi anything. He replays Jyn’swords, assuring himself that it is best to just tell him. He might bewrong, sure. That possibility is there. But if Bodhi does like himback, it is more than worth the risk.

Hetakes a deep breath, too lost in his thoughts to notice that Bodhi isdoing the same thing.

“Bodhi-”He starts just as Bodhi is saying his name.

“Luke-”

Theyboth stop, letting out smalls laughs as they flash each other shysmiles.

“Sorry,you go-”

“Youcan-”

Theystop again, laughing harder this time.

“Yougo first,” Bodhi insists with a smile.

Theyare sitting closer than they usually do, knees touching under thetable. Neither one is really sure when that happened. Luke wants tolean closer, wants Bodhi to wrap his arms around him and pull himcloser and not just because he’s always cold on this damn planet.He’s sure he’d want to crawl into Bodhi’s lap even if they were underthe two boiling suns of Tatoonie. “I-” he starts, nerves bubblingover into an awkward laugh. He takes a deep breath, telling himselfhe can do this. “I really – I really like you, Bodhi. I want tokiss you so badly and I’m so scared to ask-” Luke is silenced whenBodhi raises his hand.

“Wait-”Bodhi starts, lowering his hand awkwardly. “You mean it?”

“Ofcourse I mean it-”

Lukeis cut off when Bodhi covers his mouth in a soft kiss. He lets out aquiet “oh” before leaning into Bodhi, wrapping his arms aroundhis shoulders. They both start giggling so hard they have to pullaway from the kiss, grinning at each other.

“I-”They start at the same time, cutting off to laugh again. Luke leansforward, capturing Bodhi’s lips hesitantly, trying to keep the kissslow and chaste.

“Ididn’t think you-” Bodhi starts.

“Iwas scared you wouldn’t-” Luke cuts off. They smile at each other,leaning their foreheads together.

“Comehere,” Bodhi murmurs, pulling Luke closer, “We can take aboutthat later,”

Lukegiggles as Bodhi kisses down his neck. “Good plan,” He saysbreathlessly. (Note - feel free to send me any luke/bodhi prompts... You know, whatever...)

#star wars #rogue one #the orig trig #luke x bodhi #prompt fill #this definitely needs some editing before i post to ao3 #but here you go #:D

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thetaekooklibrary · 8 years

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since 2016 is close to an end, what would you say have been the best/your personal best fics of 2016?

sorry we couldn’t get to this before 2016 ended, but we’re close lol I’ll sort it by admin^^ I’m also gonna put this under a cut because it got super long haha

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i feel safe in the 5 a.m. light (love in my arms and the sun in my eyes) by JemKay - And Taehyung thinks he’s never loved anyone more in his life than the boy above him who’s a little bit rough and sometimes a bit insensitive and maybe a little bit mean, but he’s also so soft and so gentle, and he treats Taehyung like he’s something so precious to him. And maybe he’s like that because of Taehyung, or maybe it’s because underneath everything, underneath the tough exterior and the sky-high walls, his heart’s more delicate than Taehyung’s, but all Taehyung knows is that Jeongguk fills up all of Taehyung’s vulnerable pieces with parts of himself.

(this was posted 1/3/16 it just barely makes the cut BLESS it’s one of my ultimate faves)

Lucky strike by expplipo - “You’re bad luck, I’m good luck. Two sides of a coin. Head and tails. We match.”

Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast by Kavbj - Taehyung has magic in his veins and Jungkook’s determined not to let it kill him.

Only When the Sun Sets by sacramento - Jeon Jeongguk was never meant to handle so much responsibility, but when he sees a vision foretelling the King’s death, he cannot just sit back and let it happen. The ‘right’ thing to do would be to stop it, but as Jeongguk soon discovers, doing the ‘right’ thing is never so simple, or easy. Stuck in between underhanded plots for the Iron Throne, Jeongguk must figure out who he is and what he stands for. He must choose a side, and he must choose well, for in the Game of Thrones, you win… or you die. There is no middle ground.

Toads and Periwinkle by Kavbj - Jungkook’s kinda cursed (like really cursed) and Taehyung’s kinda a witch (like really not a great one but he tries).

I Won’t Fall (in love with you) by taeharem - “You have to promise not to fall in love with me.��

Maybe we can be (each other’s company) by foolishbangtan - in which jeongguk is an idol, and taehyung is a dedicated fan account.

All You Hear Is White Noise by minki - To some, the Left Brain/Right Brain concept is a legitimate psychological theory. To others, it is nothing but a wistful myth long outdated by the piles of current research present to prove otherwise. After all, anyone educated enough in the field would laugh at the idea that the left brain and right brain can clash into a conflicting war. To fix the problem, we must separate them from each other.

Cinnamon Crisp by teatimetaemint - Jungkook needs his daily dose of cuddles and Taehyung likes to wear Jungkook’s clothes. They don’t care that alphas and omegas aren’t supposed to be best friends.

Hercules by GinForInk - Taehyung forgets his strength kink until Jungkook picks him up during a group project meeting.

Peep-Toe Stiletto High by EquinoxSolstice - The moment Jungkook found out was when he came back to the dorms earlier than usual and found Taehyung sitting on the floor of his bedroom, a discreet, plain brown box propped open and the tip of a bright, lipstick-red pump already inserted over Taehyung’s left foot. (Sequel)

make this chaos count by aetoms - Taehyung struggles and battles with himself a lot during a three-month break the band is given. Jeongguk is somehow always there despite everything.

Our Red Scarf (Keep Me Warm) by MirreRover - Jeongguk is trouble. Taehyung likes trouble a bit more than he probably should. Just don’t tell Jimin about it.

This Is The First Day Of My Life by internetpistol - “If you want to be with me, you need to be honest with yourself and fucking tell me!” “I’m not good at that, but can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?“

Things You Said at 1 AM by lexwrites - 12:54 AM is Taehyung on Jungkook’s lap, breath hot against his skin in the freezing cold.12:57 AM is messy kisses of teeth and tongue and promises of forever hanging off Jungkook’s tongue.12:59 AM is ‘I love you’s whispered into their skins and Jungkook wants to say more, but he isn’t eloquent until Taehyung is under him, moaning out Jungkook’s name like it’s the only word he’s ever known.

change my world (you’re the sunlight in my universe) by yururin - Jungkook is an artist who likes drawing on the cafe’s freedom wall. Taehyung sees his drawings, and falls in love. Featuring Jimin as the 100% done wingman, Yoongi as the possessive boyfriend, and Seokjin as the sassy mom.

insanity love by waltzformula - Demons weren’t supposed to protect angels, weren’t supposed to give them cloaks, weren’t supposed to leave them flowers and saccharine notes. Demons were supposed to burn. Yet, Taehyung found himself hesitating. Most demons also weren’t the Ninth King of Hell.

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If I let go of your hand by igasuho - Bittersweet [adjective]:- the quality of pure pleasure and happiness tinged with sadness and pain. Jeon Jungkook was first born in 1670. Twenty years later, he fell in love with a man named Kim Taehyung. Then, helplessly, he fell in love with him hundreds of times after that. Jungkook chases, fights and cries for him, far and wide over endless lifetimes because he loves Taehyung until it hurts, even though Taehyung dies each time they meet, and it is all Jungkook’s fault……you can feel sympathy, but he doesn’t need it. This is his reality.

The Favor by BANGTANbeybe - “I want you to take my virginity.”Taehyung paused with the cheeseburger halfway to his mouth. When he realized that Jungkook wasn’t going to say anything else, he set the burger on his plate with as much careful precision as he would’ve used when handling a bomb. Assuming he’d ever touched a bomb…which, of course, he hadn’t.“Pardon?” he finally said, for lack of anything better. Because he must have misheard. There was no way in hell his best friend’s eighteen-year-old brother had just said those words. Over lunch. In the middle of a diner. With an old, white-haired couple sitting right behind them.

but all your flaws and scars are mine by misanthrpic - taehyung hates the (totally hot) bratty freshman that stole his spot in the art exhibition.

Up or Out by ughugh123 - Up or Out, AKA, be good enough to get promoted or you’re fired.Taehyung has finally entered the prestigious RM LLP, which is infamous for its Up or Out policy. He will be assigned a team for the rest of the year, and he prays he’s not on the same team as that Jungkook or whatever his name is.

Even at the End, If You’re with Me I’m Okay by merelypretty - The years Taehyung spends being confused about Jeongguk’s feelings are years spent pensive, waiting for an explanation to clear away his questions.

this is life in color, today feels like no other by taetastic - With a simple brush of skin, everything around Jeongguk comes to life.

Like A Good Neighbor by AwkwardBeansidhe - Some days, it just hit him a little harder. He missed home. He missed his mom and his room and his dog. Which was how Jeongguk wound up on his upstairs neighbor’s doorstep, with a six pack and a box of dog treats. He tried to take it all in. A fluffy white ball of fur, barking adorably. Bare feet, jeans showing plenty of wear and tear, bright blue t shirt, soft brown tousled hair, and a face that made all his carefully planned introductions fly right out of his brain. “Seoltang, hush. Let me find out who it is.” He looked at Jeongguk expectantly, petting Seoltang calmly. The dog settled into his master’s touch and joined him in staring at Jeongguk. “Uh…” A really smooth introduction. “Hi. I live in 1240, right below you? I’m your neighbor. I heard you have a dog, and I like dogs, so I came to say hello.” Jeongguk held out the dog treats and beer, hoping that would cover any remaining awkwardness.

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you’re a fantasy (but I’m your destiny) by areumdaums - and maybe when you love with all your might and give everything, he might love you back. (soulmate/hanahaki!crossover au)

i tried playing the superhero, but you were your own villain by galacticyoongi - jungkook promised to protect and save taehyung whenever he needed him, but sometimes one can only try and save themselves (pure word vomit but i love taekook and no one is going to stop me)

Abaddon’s Waltz by eclairdeluxe - Hell hath no fury like a lover scorned.

fray by sebstahn - taehyung is a mess and jeongguk is busy. (or in which taehyung falls asleep to the sound of jeongguk not picking up his phone)

I Told You So by sandirx - taehyung doesn’t speak. ever since that day, he felt he doesn’t deserve to speak “kill yourself, fag.” that’s all it took for him to lose whatever self confidence he had.lose all hope he had for jungkook liking him back. lose his senses. his voice. his will to live. his morality. taehyung wants to be skinnier. prettier. better. fun. enjoyable.he’d do anything for jungkook. including kill himself.including starving himself until there’s nothing but bone. including causing harm to himself, and other people. if it’ll make jungkook, happy, then sure. why not.

sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette by hoesthetic - because no one puts trigger warnings on eggs, bacon and toast.

bones by taegyo - kim taehyung is fat.

Meet Me After Dark by jeonnifer - Taehyung and Jungkook “hate” each other.

Frooty Loopy by 010899x - “We both reached for the last box of Froot Loops and I don’t care that we’re both adults I will fight you” AU aka: in which Taehyung fights Jungkook to the death for a box of artificially flavored and colored loops.

If it means I can see you again, then I don’t know what fear is by beanmon - It was supposed to be fine. Taehyung was supposed to be okay on his own. It was just an apartment viewing. What could go wrong?

oranges and art students by unserene - Jungkook gets his first apartment away from Busan, away from his parents, away from the stress of his earlier life. He soon finds out that his next door neighbor is pretty much out of his fucking mind.

you and me, we’re bumper cars by syugaflake - “The more I try to get to you, the more we crash apart.” After a myriad of mistakes committed in his leather jacket with a cigarette between his teeth, Jungkook finds himself exiled to his aunt’s house in a quiet, faraway town for the summer. Nothing much goes on at the neighbourhood; or so he thinks, until he meets a boy with sunset-coloured hair named Kim Taehyung.

across the universe by dadkook - weddings are supposed to be joyful, but taehyung can’t bring himself to find any joy.

Maybe we can be (each other’s company) by foolishbangtan - in which jeongguk is an idol, and taehyung is a dedicated fan account.

The Man Who Can’t Be Moved by windywolf - no description

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You Were My Versaille At Night by seikou - But Jeongguk has learned that the road to love is long —and to heartbreak short.

House of Cards by sugamins - Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down.“You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated.”

Comeback Kids by Rix - Taehyung is infuriating and Jungkook’s always been easy to rile up. Which isn’t the best combination, but also isn’t the worst, either. (or: Taekook as hockey fuckboy rivals)

Working Conviction by Rix - How their trust evolves to go from from Jungkook pointing a loaded gun in Taehyung’s face to Taehyung binding Jungkook down and fucking him till he can’t see straight.

Pawn it off by Rix - Jungkook goes to pawn off a couple trinkets and accidentally brings his vibrator as well, thus sacrificing most of his dignity while he’s at it.

fast in my car by aishiteita - “jimin, my instructor is a strapping young lad with relatively good music taste and is fantastic at car karaoke.” studies show that sitting next to someone in very close proximity, for extended periods of time, increases the chances of falling in love.

Can’t keep my hands to myself (no matter how hard I’m trying to) by pxdust - 6:00 | tae hyungWhat are you wearing? or: Taaehyung and Jeongguk starts to sext as a game. Jeongguk will not lose.

Children’s Motrin by taetertot - When Jeongguk’s parents die on his 18th birthday, he decides to take guardianship of his 3 year old brother, Jimin. One year later, he’s slumped on a dirty grocery store tile floor with a 4 year old with glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. 13 dollars in his pocket will pay for his cheap bread and eggs, but it won’t pay for cheap bread and eggs and $9.89 Motrin for his little brother’s fever. And he’s not going to let the boy who approached them with lavender hair and golden skin pay for it, no matter how sweet he is.

Hickory by Rix - Jungkook should be focused on winning, but his mind’s stuck on wondering whether or not this Kim Taehyung guy fucks harder than he hits.

maps to you by cosmostasis - There is a dick on his face. There is a big, bold dick drawn onto his face in black permanent marker, and though Jeongguk scrubs and scrubs and scrubs until his forehead is red, he only succeeds in smudging it around. He pumps a fistful of soap onto the towel and renews his efforts with twice the vigor. He has hagwon later today, and he’d rather step on Legos than go there like this. Maybe, he thinks, pausing for a second to examine the state of the dick, his parents will allow him to skip just this once. Does this count as a medical emergency? Jeongguk isn’t sure, but his hands are shaky and the towel is shaky and he’s growing more panicked by the second because it won’t come off. He’s going to die. He’s going to die of public humiliation in front of everyone, and then he’s going to come back to life and kill his soulmate, because who the fuck draws a dick on their forehead knowing full well that it’ll show up on someone else, too?

I Can Make You (Cry For Me) by officialmaknae - Being stoned makes you do a lot of things. Like fuck Jeon Jeongguk for instance.

Empty Spaces (Don’t Talk About It)by officialmaknae (1/1 | E | 32,020)Jeongguk has the habit of reading too much into things, especially when it comes to Taehyung. He isn’t sure how it came to this - but he knows he’s in too deep. (sequel to I Can Make You (Cry For Me))

From Tumblr to Lovers by snksloth - jungkook wasn’t sure who followed the other first. he just slowly noticed that an awful lot of notifications came from one blog, and an awful lot of his own reblogs were from that same blog. he never really thought about it, but he also didn’t think he’d ever get a message from the blog either. (aka an internet friends au told entirely through messages and a few phone calls)

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