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itsscromp · 9 months

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A close friend

Completely came out of the blue while listening to this song so to add effect, please don’t play it until I say so, but for now enjoy some roller coaster of emotions 🥲🥲 warnings: slight angst, MWIII spoilers and Google translated gaelic. word count:1K

Johnny's death rocked you all in many ways, Simon became distant and closed off, Gaz delved deep into his work in order to push the pain down, Price as well. But you... his death hit you the hardest.

It was a simple mission, In and out, defuse the bomb and then find Makarov, But it all went downhill when he showed up... shooting Johnny in the head, you let out the most heartbreaking scream Simon could've heard as you finished off Makarov and went over to Johnny's body. Hearing Price say KIA broke everything in you, Word's that you knew could happen but feared to hear... Your best friend... was dead.

You hid in your room back on base, lying on your bed, only getting up to go to the bathroom, You didn't even touch the food that Price or Gaz had left outside your door. Even the thought of heading to his funeral or the ash spreading was enough to break you down, Worst of all, the guilt that came with everything. Even so, you began to hear his voice and see him whenever you looked in the mirror. Making the guilt inside you worsen.

What if you were just a little faster, What if it was you instead of him... All the what if's clouded your judgment for the better, You got him in this position, you practically got him killed.

Price went to your door, Gently knocking on it. "Kiddo... You doing ok ??" He knew the answer when you weren't answering. "I... I know it's been hard... but we're here for you... All of us" He gently reminded you.

You wanted to reach out for him, for Simon, for Gaz... You wanted to be enveloped in their loving arms but the guilt racked up in you made you think otherwise... you shouldn't... not after what happened.

One night you slowly passed out after scrolling through photos of you and Johnny, softly crying yourself to the point of exhaustion. When you fell asleep, your dreams tend to be for the past week... reliving those horrifying moments... time after time... But this time... it was different, you woke up in a field of grass mixed in with some flowers, finding a single tree that provided shaded relief from the warm sun. You circled around it, seeing the green leaves flow with the wind. But then... You saw something... what looked like a figure... The figure then started to move in the distance. As it got closer and closer the features of the figure became more apparent, tattoo on the right forearm, scar on the chin, bright blue eyes... and... a mohawk.

"J... Johnny..." it barely came out a whisper as you said it.

"Hey y/n" He smiled seeing you.

(Now you can play the song 😢)

Tears began to fill your eyes as you saw him, smiling, unharmed. The guilt inside you began to emerge as you then fell on your knees, sobbing into your hands.

"Hey hey, what's wrong Caraid ??" (Buddy)

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." You said through your sobs. "I let you down... I got you killed..." You began to cry a little louder as said it.

"Oh come here lad" He softly said as he gently brought you into his arms, hearing his heartbeat, it was like... he was actually there. You continued to cry as he held you, gently rocking you.

You looked up at him through your teary eyes and Johnny, returning a smile, softly wiping your tears away. "None of everything was your fault y/n. You did everything that you could to protect me. All of you" He softly reminded you as you looked down, gently nodding.

"But... But" You sniffled

"Shhhh, I promise you did everything in your power y/n" He gently kissed your forehead which made you start to cry again softly, not out of guilt, but out of grief.

He still held you as you began to cry until you couldn't. Once you stopped crying you sat up, looking at him. "I... I don't know what to do... I'm lost without you Johnny" You looked at him.

"The road will be long and hard, But the others will be there for you, to help pick you up and dust you off" He smiled "You'll be the strong and vibrant Scotsman warrior again, It'll just take some time ok ??"

You nodded softly as he then gently cupped your cheeks, soon pinching them. "Come on, where's your smile" He messed with you playfully, like he always did. You began to show a small smile. "Oh I see it lad"

"No..."

"Oh yeah ??" He smirked and then began to tickle your sides, hearing a small laugh from you, soon it became louder and louder. Seeing you smile again made his world a little brighter. But then he became a bit sad.

"Johnny ??"

"I gotta go now" He said as he gently took your hand.

"No... Please stay..." Tears started to emerge again.

"Y/n, I'll be ok. My Seanmhair and Seanair are here with me, they'll look out for me. Just like the others will too, Y/n, I will always be with you, In here" He pointed to your head. "and in here" He pointed to your heart. Making you cry again, hugging him tightly. (Grandma and Grandpa)

"I miss you, Johnny... I love you so much..." You sobbed.

"I miss you too y/n, Tha gaol agam ort cuideachd a charaid" (I love you too buddy) He gently let go and then smiled at you before beginning to walk away.

You watched as he walked away, becoming a blur in the distance before then... there was nothing at all. Everything then went black again before you opened your eyes. All... but a dream.

While the heartache was still there, seeing him regardless made you a little bit better. None of it was your fault, You did everything you could. Just like he said. You then emerged from your room, going to the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water.

Gaz then saw you and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. "Everything ok ??" You felt tears emerge as you then turned around, hugging him tightly and softly crying, Gaz returned the hug, gently rubbing your back as you continued to cry. You then felt 2 more pairs of arms wrap around you. Johnny was right, they would all be here for you. You all would carry his memories, He would always be here.

A/N: I cried multiple times writing this.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

#platonic #reader insert #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #john mactavish x reader #soap cod #soap x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod x reader #Spotify

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sorencd · 1 year

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day trip date hcs

a/n: a short thingy i needed to barf out!! after listening to day tripper for like the thousandth time the thought of going on a cute little road trip to the next state with wilson stuck with me whshsehd enjoy! AND!! AND the steven one is next this was just sitting in my drafts rotting for so long i had to post it dhasd

yesterday, you've already practically spent the entire morning until noon in bed lazing off in wilson's arms. only occasionally going out to grab something to eat and swiftly returning under the covers. now that you've recharged your drained out battery caused by a hectic last week, you brought up the idea of spending the day off on the road to wilson.

he loved it of course! he's already packing up all the stuff u need waaaay before you. he prepared the food, snacks, your favorite tunes, a map so u know where you two would like to stop, and of course he can't forget ur trusty camera!

you've decided to drive through west virginia and kentucky, and each time you saw something that you find interesting (even if it isn't that interesting) you'd ask wilson to stop for a bit and pose beside it so you could take a photo of him. and he would stand so awkwardly by it but his smile makes it all worth it!

"we need to take a photo of you and mothman."

"why?"

"you two would look so cute!"

and that brings u to him standing beside the infamous mothman, his thumbs up with a goofy smile and a pair of shades on him! u could've considered him a dad atp with the fit he was wearing.

and how could i ever forget singing songs with windows rolled down??? screaming the lyrics at the top of both your lungs like absolute loons??? you've seen so many confused looks from many of the cars you've passed by lol

and when the dopamine blast has settled down and the car is engulfed in silence, which is something u aren't really fond of since u can't last like more than 5 minutes without hearing wilson's voice, you'd be spitting random facts left and right.

"what do you know, female hyenas have dicks. huh. did you know that?"

"??? did i need to???"

he's grown accustomed to it and has learned to accept the sudden bombardment of unnecessary information.

you love feeding him the snacks he brought!! he suggested multipled times that he could always stop at a gasoline station or restaurant but you always insisted that you would give it to him instead. wilson wasn't one to complain though and happily obliged without hesitation.

your camera roll would be filled to the brim with both cute and silly photos!! there would be some polaroids scattered around the car of a close up of james' nose, or his eye, a weird selfie you took while he was focused on driving, or maybe him doing a funny expression beside a landmark u two stopped by to see!! your collection of polaroids that u put on the refrigerator door continues to grow by the second, and u love it!

when the day comes to an end and he's driving back home with the sun setting down, u tugged on his shirt and asked him to watch the sunset. he thought this only happened in movies! james could feel his heart swell when he looked to left to see your pretty face that he loved so much being hued by the setting sun on the horizon.

DUH how could he not kiss u at that moment??? he softly grabbed your chin to crane your head towards him and kissed you, causing a surprised yelp to escape your lips. and after that he jusy continued driving and left u all blushing and stuff lol

masterlist

#house md #james wilson x reader #james wilson

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edwinspaynes · 9 months

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you hinted towards it: cptsd vs autism. welcome to exemplify it with The Best Couple if you like. i just want (more) answers to this confusion and maybe to be psychoanalysed myself too but like one?? both?? neither?? what do those scenarios look like, and as a bonus have you heard of the pda profile and how it looks almost exactly like cptsd??

So you sent me another ask asking for a deep dive, and instead of answering that one it prompted me to actually take the leap and answer this one, LOL. Thanks, I've been meaning to for a while.

ALASTAIR AND cPTSD.

Okay, so Alastair has cPTSD. It's canon. Cassie confirmed it in March 2020 at an event in St. Louis. I don't know if it's online anywhere, but I was in attendance and she said that [regarding Alastair] the children of alcoholics have "as much PTSD as war veterans."

One example of this is from his PoV scene in ChoI:

Alastair stood in the parlor, staring blankly out the window at the house next door. He had been watching two little boys playing on the floor of their living room while their mother worked at her embroidery and their father read the newspaper. He could not help but hear his mother’s words as she’d wept, The child will never know his father. Lucky child, he’d said to Cordelia, but under the flippancy, there was a hard, cold sorrow, a sorrow that felt like a blade of ice cutting through him. It was hard to breathe around the loss.

In this scene alone he experiences multiple symptoms of PTSD from the diagnostic criteria sheet. However, this is far from the only place we see his symptoms - his insecurities in talking about Charles, his explicit statement that seeing Charles makes him feel sick, and the "rough around the edges" demeanor also qualify.

THOMAS AND AUTISM.

Okay, now this is probably going to be the harder one to get into because, unlike Alastair's cPTSD, it is not canon. It is a headcanon. That being said, I believe it to be a strong one.

Some autism symptoms Thomas shows in canon include:

Taking things literally (like, he doesn't realize when Alastair is joking until they know each other really well)

Having his own unique phrases and descriptive words

Sometimes having trouble reading cues

Having increased empathy/immense care (her name was Filomena)

Physical clumsiness

Difficulty expressing emotions, even when the emotions are strong

Rash and impulsive behaviours

I will concede that these things do not always mean autism is present, and the clumsiness is probably just because he grew 2 feet overnight. But still, I think Thomas is probably autistic having read his internal poetic monologue as well as how genuinely awkward he feels in most social settings.

I also will post a few photos of TLH passages that scream AUTISTIC to me:

Immediate trust in James despite his odd speech and movements, to the point that he still felt betrayed/hurt after hearing him speak completely differently than usual. A cue-reading difficulty.

Unsure of how to define interpersonal relationships

Unique ways of looking at things, executing plans that are a poor idea for practical reasons despite being good in theory. Also, the emotional awkwardness of asking James whether he minds being punched is gold.

And, a personal favorite,

Getting locked into a plan and being inflexible lol. Also interrupting! I feel that!

INTERPLAY.

I think one of the most fascinating things about TLH is the way that characters' neurodivergences interact with one another. Thomas and Alastair who are, yes, Best Couple, are no exception.

This is another passage that I think Thomas's possible autism shines through, and it's one that I think is relevant for unpacking their relationship development. Alastair's PTSD shines through here as well:

In this passage, we have Alastair (someone with cPTSD):

Try to connect with strange, socially-awkward humor

Alastair probably genuinely seeing the travel year as a vacation because it's an escape from his home life

Alastair naturally self-sabotaging/pushing Thomas away despite his efforts to connect

A sincere apology, but one that seems somewhat awkward - like, he knows he upset Thomas, but still is "startled"

And we have Thomas:

Taking Alastair's statement literally rather than as a joke

Defining what he believes the "travel year" to be (as fact)

Giving Alastair a goodbye handshake (bb no ily but no)

I think that this awkward neurodivergence intersection does keep Thomas and Alastair apart at first. This is one example way. There are other examples, though, too - Alastair pushing Thomas away because he doesn't think he deserves love, assuming he's bad for people. Thomas being petty and struggling to communicate, sending iconic but weird fire messages. An inability to DTR for a long time.

This brings us the Comedy of Errors that I adore in ChoT.

But I think that their respective neurodivergence is what makes their relationship so special, too.

Both of them are extremely empathetic. Both of them are also extremely reckless in some situations, but they can help each other navigate these situations. Alastair following Thomas on solo patrol is a good example of this.

I also think that they are capable of understanding each other extremely well.

Alastair knows how Thomas is feeling and offers a hand to him.

We have the opposite true as well. Thomas is the only person to consistently and stubbornly believe in Alastair. He is also the person that Alastair is consistently vulnerable with. He cries in all 3 TLH books, twice when he is being vulnerable with Thomas and once when he thinks he lost Thomas. And Thomas is always reminding Alastair that he loveable, and easy to love.

I also want to talk about the scene after Thomas and Alastair have sex. He at his point unequivocally has Thomas. Their relationship is defined, and it is serious. But the next day, Alastair still doubts that Thomas might love him because of his Bad Charles Experience.

Thomas can empathize and intuit what Alastair needs here.

It's great.

This is what I love about their relationship.

I'll close this post with a couple paragraphs I wrote in my fic that serves as a love letter to the ship, because it's why they hit so well:

“[W]e just fit together, don’t we?” He looked thoughtful to Alastair, who looked up at him through one open eye. “We are each exactly what the other needs.” “Yes,” Alastair agreed. “We are.” And they laid there for hours, Thomas stroking Alastair’s hair as he told him about Elias Carstairs, the whole truth of him. Some good, most bad, all ugly and broken and raw and real. And while they couldn’t save each other, while they couldn’t cure each other, they helped each other heal.

Without the intersection of neurodivergence, this would not be possible.

#alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #thomastair #tsc deep dives

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buckyscrystalqueen · 5 months

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Winter Wolf: Part 15

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst

Word Count: 4,421

A/N: Finally got the muse to finish this story! YAY!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14

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“I want it to look like a plantation house.” You said as you stood in front of what was left of your house between a general contractor, and Bucky as you bounced Ana on your hip, while you looked at another contractor that dealt with historic homes, specifically, and Tony, who was paying for the reconstruction. It had taken him a month of cutting red tape, but on the afternoon of your one year anniversary, he handed you the updated deed and a photo of the new metal arch across your driveway with the real name of your plantation and the real year it was established displayed proudly beneath it.

“I want the same wide wrap around porch, and the balcony on the second floor with all glass French doors. I want the white columns, and my stone fireplace in the parlor, and wood floors throughout. Oh, and I want to see my willow through my bedroom windows. Everything else, you can ask Bucky for. But the kitchen has to be in the back, left corner, and it has to have six bedrooms. Four up, and two down- one on either side of the first floor. Classic.” You finished as you switched Ana on your hip and turned to let her play in the willow tree. “Oh, and bathrooms. Lots of bathrooms. And air conditioning. And a swing in that oak tree over there.”

“Did you want to knock down that old workers house still, doll?” Bucky asked as you put your daughter down, and held on to her hands so she could stretch her legs.

“Yep! Get rid of it.” You called out with a nod. “That’s what we’ll do, Anastasia. When Daddy’s done, we’ll walk back and go look at the little river where you can sit and play in the water. You’d like that, huh? Better than being raised in a tower.” You sighed and sat down in the short grass with a small smile. “We’ve really come full circle here, baby girl.” You said as you shifted her grip on your fingers. “I really hope your mom would like us moving you here. I think she would. You’re gunna have a huge yard to play in, and your own room. And we can start a garden again, and we can plant some more apple and peach trees in the back. And I think I remember how to fish, but maybe Daddy does so he can teach us both. And maybe we can get you a little pool to play in on hot days…” You paused for a moment as you looked over at the distant sound of tires turning into your driveway. “James…”

“Yea…”

“That’s a government car.” You called out as you picked up your daughter, and walked out from under the willow tree to look over at the drive. You stopped half way to the small group as not one, but three black SUV’s with tinted windows and a massive armored car pulled up to stop in the parking lot area. “Shit… take her.”

“Babe…” Bucky said as you took the last few steps over to him and practically shoved your daughter into his arms.

“Take her.” You said as you stepped back away from him as men started to pour out of the vehicles and head toward you quickly.

“Doctor (Y/N) (Y/M/N) Barnes, AKA (Y/N) Scott, née (Y/L/N)…”

“Ross!” Tony yelled as you mentally battled the decision to run for your life or accept your fate.

“You are under arrest for the murders of Howard and Maria Stark, John F. Kennedy, Jasper Sitwell…”

“No, no!” Bucky shouted as you were nearly tackled to the ground by four guys nearly twice your size that were trying to get you into cuffs and shackles as quickly as possible even though you were not resisting what so ever in front of your child.

“Ross, you are making a huge mistake.” Tony said as Ana started to scream for you as some of the men kept your husband and daughter back at gun point.

“Babe, don’t you fucking listen to her!” Bucky roared over everyone as he watched your whole being shift into something he barely recognized when he saw you register the face of the man that had a gun pointing at your innocent one year old. “Don’t give in to her! Stay with Anastasia and me! Stay with us!” You met his eyes for a moment with a look he had only seen in old HYDRA photographs as you were lifted off the ground and unceremoniously thrown into a cube shaped jail cell.

“You’re all gunna fucking pay for that.” You said evenly with an evil smirk as you let them chain you to the chair before they all stepped out of the truck and shut you in with a single pair of heavily armed guards. A dark laugh you normally hated to hear, but that you absolutely welcomed in that moment started to echo in your head as you looked directly at the man who had no idea what was coming to him. “You have no fucking idea how much you’re gunna pay for pointing a gun at my daughter.”

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You were locked in a room, a half mile below ground at least, in a bulletproof glass and metal box similar to the one you were held in the last time the American government had captured you, and left completely alone in a small room with multiple armed guards keeping watch outside the only door. For an entire month, you were given barely a meal twice a day, and allowed to use the “restroom”, which was really just a bed pan shoved under your ass after two guards held your hips up and yanked your pants down for you, twice daily as well, but you were given no other privileges other than those. You didn’t get to shower or get clean clothes; it was “too risky” to uncuff more than the lower part of your right arm for you to eat and wipe yourself.

But you couldn’t complain. You didn’t say a word or move a muscle unless you were told to, because every time you did, they shocked you. Everyday for that entire month, you lost just a little more hope that this would one day come to an end, and the Wolf developed her plan of escape just a little bit louder in your head for when the part of you that made you ‘you’ finally gave up. But on the very last day of the month, the entire wall in front of you lifted up and a large group of armed men filed in ten bodies wide, and at least six bodies deep.

“Let’s move her!” The man in charge called out, which made the guards split down the center so a fork lift could be brought in to pick up the cage. You wanted to ask where you were going so badly, but you didn’t dare say a word as you were carted out of the room, on to a massive platform, and brought out of the pit of your own personal hell.

‘You can break out now!’ The Wolf said as you were transported to an armored truck. ‘It’d be easy. You know I can do it. We can go far, far away from here where no one will ever find us again…’

‘I’m not leaving my family.’ You told her as you slowly and carefully closed your eyes and leaned your head back on your chair, despite every other ounce of your being being poised and ready to attack at a moments notice like it had been for weeks. ‘I won’t leave my daughter or my husband.’

‘Weak.’ You mentally agreed with her as the truck stopped, and the back doors were opened so that the cage could be removed. You opened your eyes again and looked up at an impressive federal courthouse in Washington DC. Your guard led you inside and through the halls, and some how, it took you until were just outside the court room to realize what was happening. (Which was probably from lack of sleep, but you weren’t quite sure of that or anything anymore.)

“Oh, my God!” Bucky and Wanda screamed simultaneously as the pair of them, the rest of the Avengers, and a man you assumed had to be your lawyer jumped to their feet the second you were carted into the room.

“What are you doing to her?!” Tony screeched as he looked over at General Ross, who was sitting front and center behind the prosecution with a smug yet straight look on his face.

“Have you even let her change her clothes or shower at all?!” Bucky chimed in as tears welled in his eyes as he searched the dead look in yours.

“Is this the reason you’ve refused to let me see my client?!” A man said as he turned toward the other side and pointed back at you.

“This is inhumane!”

“She’s a mutant.” The prosecutor said with a shake of his head. “And she’s dangerous…”

“Get my wife out of that box…!”

“Alright, order! Order!!” The judge said as she slammed her gavel down and looked over at you. “OK, everybody hold on!” She yelled over your lawyer, and your large family as they all screamed at the government officials responsible for your mistreatment. “Has this been her living conditions since she was arrested?” She asked as she looked over at you, and the Wolf responded before you could stop her.

“I haven’t even used a toothbrush…” You shrieked and seized when the box shocked you once again, and Wanda and Steve instantly leapt over the partition.

“Get her out of that box!” The judge and your lawyer roared as Wanda ripped the front and the side of the box away so Steve could get your restraints off. Everyone in a thirty foot radius recoiled from the smell as Bucky pushed past Steve to pick you up out of the chair as gently as he could.

“She needs a medic!” Steve yelled as your lawyer told the other that he would be filing law suits against every single person responsible for your mistreatment as the judge scrambled to get the jury out of the room.

“I got the jet on the roof ready…” Tony said as he came over with a shake of his head. “Jesus, I didn’t know it was possible for her to be so thin.”

“Court officers…”

“If you so much as think of taking her out of my fucking arms right now, you will see what the Avengers are capable of for one of our own.” Bucky said evenly as he looked up at the woman on the stand.

“Can you please bring in a monitoring bracelet for Dr. Barnes so she can be confined to Sibley Memorial…”

“Can you make that the Four Seasons here in DC?” Tony asked as he tapped the ear piece in his ear to hang up his phone call while Steve ripped your dirty jeans away from your ankle so the monitor could be attached. “My personal physician is already on the way.”

“Fine.” The judge said with a nod as she sat up in her spot. “Dr. Barnes, you are not, under any circumstances, allowed to leave your hotel room once it has been established unless it is to come to court, do you understand what I am saying?”

“Yes ma’am.” You nearly whispered as you looked up at her.

“OK then. We will reconvene in one week for trial.” The prosecutor and General Ross both shouted ‘what’ as Bucky hiked you up in his arms to carry you out, which made the judge whip toward them. “As for you? You should be ashamed of yourselves. Mutant or not, you just violated every single one of her civil liberties…”

“Bucky?” You breathed as you reached up with your metal hand and brushed your fingertips across the scruff on his cheek. “Anastasia?”

“She’s at the hotel with Pepper. We’re gunna go see her right now.”

“OK.” You said as you laid your head down on his shoulder where the Wolf finally let you fell asleep in the safety of his arms.

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“Mama!” Ana screeched when you got out of the shower in your much nicer jail cell after your extensive check up with a doctor that worked for Stark Industries. You stumbled the slightest bit and looked over at your daughter, who toddled toward you all by herself on her impossibly more chunky legs. You stopped in the doorway and Bucky nearly ran over you from behind when you teared up and sat down on the carpet since you had missed her first steps.

“Oh, my baby girl!” You cried as tears filled your eyes when your little angel threw herself into your chest and hugged your throat tightly.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you two were showering.” Pepper said softly, but Bucky shook his head as he held his towel tightly around his waist and stepped past you.

“No, it’s OK.” He said with a glance back at the two halves of his heart. “We all just a little out of sorts right now.”

“I know what you mean.” Pepper said with a nod. “I’m gunna tell Tony to have Michael come and speak with her the day after tomorrow about the case. She needs you and Ana and she needs to eat something first.”

“And we all need some real rest.” He said as he turned a bit to watch you lay down right on the floor to play with the toys Bucky had brought with him to entertain Ana while he was in court. He could see the sheer exhaustion in your eyes as you watched Ana lay down just like you to put her hand on your cheek, and he startled the slightest when Pepper touched his shoulder.

“She’s gunna make it through this.” She said softly with a nod. “You both are. We’re all in this together, OK? And we will make it through this trial…”

“She won’t make it if she gets convicted…”

“She won’t.” Pepper reassured. “Especially after today. The jury saw her get shocked in that box, we can use that to our advantage…”

“Bucky?” You called out softly, which made him whip around toward you. You sighed heavily and looked up at him with a small shake of your head. “If I get convicted, I’m letting the Wolf out, and going to Wakanda. I won’t spend another minute of my life in a box like that again. Just get Anastasia there before I’m sentenced…”

“OK, we’ll worry about that later, doll.” He said as he walked away from Pepper and carefully laid down on Ana’s other side facing you. “Let’s just talk to the lawyer first. He has a pretty good plan for us. We’re all pretty confident anyways, OK?” You nodded your head against your arm and reached out to hold his hand as Pepper left your room for the night.

“I love you, Bucky. You and Ana are the only reasons I didn’t break out already.”

“Well you’re here now.” He said with a small smile. “I love you, (Y/N), and I will never stop doing so. No matter what happens.”

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“Well you look much, much better than the last time I saw you, Dr. Barnes.” The judge, Stacy Benson said as she took a seat in her chair. “How are you feeling?” You glanced over at your lawyer, Michael Young, almost seeking permission to speak, before looking up at the judge with a small nod.

“Cleaner. But I’m a mother so I think I’ll forever be tired.”

“As the mother of three kids myself, I can tell you that never goes away.” She said with a small laugh as she organized the paperwork for your case. “Now, I assume you’ve had a chance to meet with your lawyer this past week?”

“Yes ma’am, I have. Thank you.”

“And you come to court today understanding all of the charges against you and are prepared for the trial against you to begin?”

“Yes ma’am, I am.” She looked up for the papers for a moment and nodded her head before glancing over at the bailiff.

“Let’s bring in the finalized jury.” You nodded your head, took a deep breath, and glanced back at Pepper, who was one of the only Avengers that wasn’t testifying which meant she was the only one allowed to hear the trial from beginning to end. She gave you a reassuring nod and reminded you to breathe and to sit up a bit more as the jury all took their seats. You turned back around and folded your hands in your lap the way your lawyer had told you so that your metal hand was ‘out of sight and out of mind’ until the ‘perfect moment’. You sat almost perfectly still and started singing the ‘Good Night Moon’ song on repeat in your head the way Bucky had suggested to try to drown out the Wolf as both lawyers started the trial with their opening arguments.

The prosecution’s was almost stereotypical. Mr. Everett Ross kept his voice raised and his tone angry as he used big hand gestures to make his argument feel much larger than it was. But unfortunately, he was so convincing, hell, you yourself even believed for a moment that you- the normal, pre-brainwashing you was the one who committed the sixteen murders they had proof for out of the ninety-seven actual murders the Winter Wolf had done. When he was finished, even the Wolf sat back in your mind with an agitated huff.

‘Well we’re fucked.’

But then Mike stood up for his turn.

“Ladies and gentleman of the jury, this case is going to be one for the books. I have been practicing law for almost thirty years and I have never in my life seen one like this. Especially because what I am about to say is going to contradict itself completely. My client did commit these murders. She doesn’t deny it, there is plenty of evidence to support it, some of which, I’ll even be bringing up myself. But at the exact same time, my client is completely innocent. And I can prove it.

Over the next few days, you are going to hear plenty of eye witness testimony from witnesses that saw first hand what the Winter Wolf is capable of. You will see videos, and photographs the prosecution as procured to support the fact that the Wolf, which is what I will call the murderer from here on out, is the one that committed these crimes. But then it will be my turn to show you why Dr. Barnes, the woman sitting directly to my left here, is not the same person.

Please know in advance that the images, and testimony will be brutally graphic as we reveal the torture and agony Dr. Barnes went through at the hands of HYDRA from 1939 to 2014 when she was able to escape their control. And yes, my dates are correct because Dr. Barnes is a mutant, and one of her mutations is that she is not capable of dying. Which is also something else I will be able to prove as well. So while you sit here, and listen to the facts, I beg of you to keep an open mind through it all. Look at all of the facts and really see that the Winter Wolf and Dr. (Y/N) Barnes are two different entities in the same body. And prepare yourself now; like I said, this is not going to be pretty.” You looked up at him in awe as he nodded at the jury and came back around the table to sit down as Everett stood up and called his first witness. “Just remember what I said.” Mike said softly as he reached over and pat your back as an elderly man came in and sat down at the witness stand to be sworn in.

“Mr. Jones, how are you today?” Everett started with a smile.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

“Now Mr. Jones, can you tell me where you were on November 22nd, 1963?” Your mind instantly flashed to that day, and you knew exactly where this man was on that date.

“I was in Dallas, Texas at Dealey Plaza with my late wife to see President John F. Kennedy.”

“And where were you exactly, Mr. Jones?”

“We were sitting on the grassy knoll. I remember it like it was yesterday.”

“Now, refresh my memory.” Everett said almost sarcastically. “You were there, what happened, and what did you see?” You couldn’t stop your mind from following the man’s description as he led up to the moment the shots were fired, but from your point of view. You remembered getting off the way to advanced for its time jet, and heading through the packed streets to get to your mark. You remembered slipping into the shadows of a giant tree behind a picket fence and you could even feel the weight of your gun in your hand as you held it up and pulled the trigger. The faint hum of your daughter’s bed time song caught your attention though as it wasn’t part of the memory, and you shook your head and glanced behind you at Pepper, who simply smiled and nodded as she hummed a few more notes and stopped.

“So you saw the shooter?” Everett asked with a slight tilt of his head. “What can you tell me about her... or him.” He clarified, quickly before Mike could object.

“It was a woman.” Mr. Jones said with a small nod. “Caucasian, roughly five foot five like my wife, dark hair, wearing all black.”

“Anything else?” He asked as he oh so subtly adjusted his watch on his wrist, but Mike immediately jumped on it at the same moment you realized exactly why Tony and Bucky had insisted you wear the shirt you had on under your suit jacket.

“Objection! Leading!”

“Councilor, I will only warn you once.” Judge Benson said as she looked down at him as he raised his hands in innocence.

“Wasn’t leading...”

“She had a metal arm!” Mr. Jones said over him as if he had just remembered the award winning answer on a television game show.

“Your Honor, can you ask council to instruct his client to remove her jacket and roll up her sleeves.”

“Against my better judgement...” She started, but you had already stood up to take off your jacket anyways. The black metal stood out spectacularly against the light pink, sleeveless, backless, collared halter top button down you had on, and nearly the entire room gasped at the sight. You purposely turned around to hang your jacket on the back of your chair so that every single member of the jury could see your scars, and you went out of your way to use both hands to collect your loose hair to pull it over your right soldier so that the jury had no choice but to see what HYDRA did to you.

“A metal arm like that?” Everett asked as he turned back to the witness with a victorious smile, not realizing that every single thing he was doing was just setting himself up for failure.

“Yes, just like that.”

“No further questions.” He said with a nod as he walked back over to his table.

“Mr. Jones, you said you remember that day as if it was yesterday, correct?” Mike asked with a smile as he stood up from his spot.

“Yes, sir. I do.”

“Wonderful. So you can remember if the shooters metal arm was black or silver, correct?” You could see the subtle hesitation in Mr. Jones’ eyes as he glanced at you for a moment before looking back up at your attorney.

“It was black. Matched her outfit.”

“And, how was the killer wearing her hair?” He continued as he leaned back against the table. “Down like it is now? Up in a pony tail? Do you recall?”

“It was...” He started as he glanced over at his lawyer, who no longer had a smile on his face. “It was pulled back. I’m not sure what the style was called back then.”

“And her outfit. I know you said it was all black, but could you describe it further?” You could see the slight panic in the witnesses eyes, before he jumped to the defensive.

“Are you calling me a liar, sir?!”

“Not at all, sir.” Mike said with a shake of his head as he turned around to grab something from the file he had sitting on the table. “Merely asking for more details. Defense exhibit one, your honor.” He said as he pulled out a stack of paper to give to the judge, to the jury, and to the witness since the prosecution had already been given the photographs. “Now Mr. Jones, would it surprise you in any way to know that up until 2018, Dr. Barnes had a silver metal arm with a giant red star on the shoulder as seen in photographs recovered from leaked HYDRA files from 1932, and 1967, photos from government files from 1974, ‘81, ‘91, ‘96... all the way to personal photos of her in Stark tower up until 2018 when it was exchanged for the current arm she has now?” He paused for a moment so that Mr. Jones had a chance to look through at least some of the photos, before continuing. “And would it also surprise you to know that the uniform she has on in those HYDRA and government photos was the official quote ‘uniform’ for the Winter Wolf, and that it never deviated?”

“Objection!” Everett snapped as he finally got to his feet. “How is he supposed to know that?”

“Just simple questions, that’s all.” Mike said as he took the photos back from the witness and walked back to the table. “No further questions.” As he sat back down at the table beside you, he put the photos back in their file before glancing over at you with a smile. “Don’t worry. I’m just getting started.” A smile pulled at the corners of your lips as Everett got up and called his second of fifteen witnesses, realizing at that moment that your lawyer was going to win this case.

Part 16

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Chapter Three: Citywide Manhunt

There were far too many muggles for his liking; it would be best to get Wormtail away from them, but how he would do that without tipping his hand was something Sirius hadn’t considered when he’d left to find him. Had he been in his right mind, he would have approached Peter the way he always had, as a brother, but the vitriolic hate that was quickly festering for his friend guided his actions. He never had been very good at masking his true feelings. Sirius had always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve.

“I only want to talk, Peter!” he called out, still keeping his distance.

“Like you did with James and Lily?!” Peter called out.

Sirius furrowed his brows.

“Why did you kill them, Sirius?!” Peter shouted, his voice getting louder with every syllable while his eyes took note of how many people he could interest to pay attention to the two of them. “Why did you betray the Potters?! How could you?! They were your friends?!”

He tried again. “Peter, let’s talk!” His hands were slightly raised, held out on either side of him, though still well within distance of his wand should he need it. But there were too many muggles. He didn’t want it to come to that. Not here.

“You betrayed them! You betrayed Lily and James Potter!” Peter exclaimed again.

The next several seconds happened in a blur; Peter reached for his wand. Sirius doing the same, though a half a second too late. The bright flash that illuminated practically the entire block. The screams — blood-curdling, bone-shaking screams that to this day could incite an icy shiver down the length of his spine. And the smoke, so thick that for a moment he’d convinced himself it had all been a terrible dream.

His body jolted like a rubber band being stretched to its limit before snapping back to its form. The screams were distant now, echoing in the recesses of his memory as a shiver passed through him. A low male voice prompted Padfoot to look around the room, though he only saw Penny on the sofa with a thick stack of paper on her lap, a pen in her hand moving over the top page. Extending his paws in a deep stretch, he shook his head and sat up, a yawn splitting his jaw wide open.

“Well good afternoon, Sleepyhead,” Penny said, glancing up at him before scribbling a bit more. She glanced up at the clock above the mantle. “It’s time for you to eat again.”

Putting her stack of papers down on the sofa, she stood and walked into the kitchen to warm his food just as the male voice began to speak again. Looking around the room, Padfoot realized the box beside the fireplace was what was making the sound, and there appeared to be a moving picture on the front. The man speaking sat at a large desk with smaller pieces of paper in his hand, but he was looking right at Padfoot.

… Government of Wales Act has received Royal Assent…

“Anything good?” Penny asked half heartedly as she pulled his food from the microwave, pouring it into his bowl. “The news isn’t my usual background noise, but I figured if what’s on TV is less interesting than my dissertation, maybe that’s a good thing. Keeps me focused.”

Padfoot went to his bowl and began to eat the chicken, which he was happy to find was warmed just right this time. Penny gently pet his head as he ate, running her hand all the way down his back and over his tail.

… Meanwhile, authorities are still engaged in a citywide manhunt for escaped prisoner, Sirius Black. Black escaped from custody just days ago, and is considered armed and extremely dangerous. Police are imploring the public to contact them with any information concerning his whereabouts, with a warning that should they see Black, not to approach him or attempt to apprehend him.

Padfoot looked up to find his photo on the box where the man had been. His image wasn’t moving. They must have used a muggle version of his wanted poster, as it was the same photo.

Bloody hell, but could they not have used a better angle?

He looked positively deranged! Of course, even he would have agreed he was quite deranged when the photo had been taken. He hadn’t been able to stop laughing until days after he was already locked in his cell.

“He’s kinda cute,” Penny said absently, her hand still gently moving over his back. Had he heard that right?

Padoot’s head whipped around to look back at her, a strange sound leaving his throat.

“Yes, thank you, Bigfoot, I know I have terrible taste in men. I guess that even extends to the dangerous ones,” she replied, looking back at the box and mumbling, “Probably why I’m still single.”

I’m not dangerous, Padfoot barked.

“Yeah, well, get in line, buddy. Pretty sure my mom still has the mic on telling me that I’m not getting any younger,” she said, sighing noisily.

Her eyes were still on the box, staring at his image as though she was trying to memorize the details of his face while the man speaking told her how dangerous he was, and that he had killed many people. That he was likely to kill again, even without provocation. Of course, none of it was true, and he couldn’t be sure how much of it she believed, but he was relieved when his image popped away, and the man at the desk was once again on the front of the box.

Blinking, Penny smiled down at him. “All done?”

Padfoot huffed and drank some water while she took his empty food bowl away and washed it, setting it back on the counter. After he’d had his fill of water, she took him out to the yard to relieve himself before they went back inside. She sank back onto the sofa, picking up her stack of papers and smiling down at him.

“You wanna come sit up here?” she asked, patting the sofa after a moment. “Come on, it’s okay.”

Moving slowly, he got up onto the sofa, carefully making a circle before he plopped down beside her. Her hands were always so gentle when she pet him, and Padfoot soaked up as much affection and tenderness as he could. It had been so long since anyone had touched him at all, and he couldn’t be certain that he would ever be touched so tenderly again once he left. But that could be a worry for another day. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to stay with Penny while he recovered from twelve years of torture and one of the worst swims he’d ever had in his life. He supposed things could have been much worse.

A couple of days later, Penny put the lead on him again, and told him that they would be going to the vet so that he could have a check up and also check for a microchip, whatever that was. He assumed it was something muggle pets had. He was very happy to see that they would be riding in the car to the vet. He’d never ridden in a car before in his dog form, and was quite pleased that he would be able to check it off of his list of things he wanted to do before he died. Penny even lowered the window so that he could stick his head out and feel the summer wind in his face, making his lips flap around delightfully.

When they arrived, the smell of dogs and cats became overwhelming, and he spent at least ten minutes in front of the building, smelling all around the grass, even lifting his leg a few times to leave his own scent behind. He would’ve spent the whole morning sniffing about if Penny hadn’t gently pulled him inside, where there were two cats in carriers and three other dogs; a Dalmatian, an English Bulldog and a smaller dog with long, dark and light-brown hair that seemed to stick up in all directions. The smaller dog yapped at him as they walked to the front desk, apparently not fond of the way Padfoot smelled. Luckily the two bigger dogs seemed rather indifferent to his presence, though the Dalmation did turn its head in his direction as they sat down, sniffing the air cautiously.

Padfoot sat obediently on the floor while Penny took the chair beside him and reassuringly pet his head. One by one, each of the other dogs was called inside, then the two cats at once. Before long, it was his turn.

“Bigfoot?”

Padfoot looked up at Penny as she stood and allowed her to lead him through a door behind the front desk and into an examination room. There were posters on the walls of dogs, one of them showing the inside of a dog’s body with words and arrows pointing to each individual part. There was a tall white counter with various things on it that he couldn’t see and a long table in the center of the room. Penny sat in one of the chairs beside the door

“Well, there’s a big fellow, isn’t he?” a young woman in a white coat said as she came inside the room from a different door, a chart in her hand. She must’ve been a muggle healer, Padfoot thought as she took his lead from Penny and tugged him toward a large plate on one side of the room, opposite the counter. “Come and stand here, big boy.”

Stepping on the plate, she had him wait for a few moments as a few beeps sounded. Numbers appeared on a small dark rectangle at the top of the plate, and the healer pulled him off, saying he was just under 20 kilograms, which apparently was underweight for his breed— he could have told her that. The food in Azkaban had always been just enough to keep him alive, though never enough to leave him thoroughly satisfied. Like the Dementors, food was a common tool of torture at the guards’ disposal.

He held still as she listened to his heart, then his stomach, all the while Penny knelt in front of him, petting him softly, he supposed in order to keep him calm while the healer continued to examine him. She checked his ears with some stick with a window on one side, shone a light in eyes and pried open his mouth to have a look inside. That part he could’ve done without.

“Right, well apart from his being severely underweight, he’s quite healthy. It’s remarkable really. Usually when a dog is this underweight, I tend to find other health problems. But everything else seems normal,” she said, reaching for a square machine on a shelf. “I’ll be checking for a chip now. I must warn you that him being so healthy indicates to me that he might very well belong to someone.”

Penny frowned, and he could swear he saw her eyes filling with tears. Instinctively, he gave her kisses on her cheek while the muggle healer moved the machine over his entire back from the back of his neck to nearly the base of his tail.

“Odd,” she mumbled under her breath before addressing Penny. “Well, I stand corrected. Seems he doesn’t have a chip after all. Although it’s possible that he did, in fact, belong to someone and they simply never had him chipped. You say he didn’t have a collar either?”

“No,” Penny answered, trying not to look so happy.

“Well, if I were you, I would put up some flyers round the neighborhood where you found him. It’s possible someone is looking for him.”

They most certainly are, Padfoot huffed. Luckily the only wizards who knew his animagus form were Wormtail and Moony. The silence of the former he knew he could count on only because he would have to expose himself to divulge it, the latter however… he just hoped that deep down, Moony didn’t believe what people were saying about him.

“I can do that, sure,” Penny said. “If anything I think the authorities would like a word with the person responsible for him being in this condition.”

Padfoot looked up at Penny, his heart warming at the idea of her wanting to hold someone accountable for starving him. Of course, that was impossible, but it was nice to imagine her making a fuss to the Ministry about the conditions of Azkaban.

“I agree with that,” the healer mumbled, making a few notes on her chart. “Right then, how’s his appetite?”

“Oh, it’s great, actually. I’ve been feeding him about every four hours. Just a little chicken. And he has free access to water,” Penny answered, gently scratching his neck with both hands.

“Good. I’d like a bit more variety than just chicken in his diet. I’ll get you a list of foods that will have all the nutrients he’ll need to make a full recovery. Or you could always feed him high protein puppy food.”

“Okay,” Penny replied, nodding.

“Every week, I want you to feed him more and more. He should be eating his weight in food every 24 hours. I’d like to get him up to at least 39 kilograms or more. But no more than 50.”

“Okay.”

“I’d like to take a blood sample to determine whether or not he’s had his shots; Rabies, Parvo, etcetera. We should know by next week, and we’ll weigh him again then to see how he’s doing. You’ll need to bring him back each week so we can be sure he’s gaining weight.”

“Sounds good,” Penny said, smiling.

“Right, the nurse will be in momentarily to get that sample, and I’ll see you both next week. Good to meet you, Bigfoot,” the healer said, ruffling the fur on his back before she left the room.

“You’re being such a good boy,” Penny told him.

His tail automatically began to wag just as a young man walked into the room and smiled at Penny.

“Hello, I’m Colin, I’ll be taking Bigfoot’s blood sample today,” he said. “So we’re just going to get him up on the table here…” Colin set something down on one end of the table before he bent down and picked Padfoot up, putting him on the table as well.

“It’s okay, buddy,” Penny said as Colin grabbed a step stool.

“You can stand on this here, and I need you to just hug him to you. No need to hold him too tightly, it’s just so we can keep him as still as possible,” Colin said as he reached into his pocket and took out a clipper, shaving a patch off Padfoot’s front paw. Slipping the clipper back into his pocket, he then reached for the object he had put down on the table and uncapped it.

Bloody hell, that needle is huge! Padfoot whined, shifting closer to Penny. Not even the needle that had been used to give him his tattoos had been that big!

“I know, mate, but we need to make sure you’re all sorted out,” Colin said, wiping his shaved patch with a cold, wet square before he addressed Penny again. “Right, hold his paw out toward me. Yes, just like that, this will only take a moment.”

“Just don’t look, buddy,” Penny mumbled to him, one arm curled around the front of his shoulders, petting him gently, while the other hand firmly held his elbow. “When we get home, I’ll let you play with that huge ostrich bone for as long as you want, okay?”

There was a sharp pinch about halfway up his front paw, earning a loud cry from him as he tried to shuffle away from it, but Penny was able to hold him firmly.

“I know, buddy, I’m sorry,” she said, kissing the top of his head.

“There we are, all finished!”

Thank bloody Godric.

“We have a lab here at the office. It may take us a few days to get around to it, but we should have results by the time you bring him round next week,” Colin said, taping a ball of fluff to his paw.

"Awesome, thanks!"

“Sure thing. You can take this off in a couple of hours.”

Padfoot was more than happy that they left straight away after a quick stop at the front desk, getting into the car and driving back to Penny’s flat. When they got inside, she refilled his water bowl and, as promised, gave him the giant ostrich bone she’d bought for him.

As he gnawed away on the bone, he realized there was simply no way he could allow those muggle healers to give him any shots of any kind. For one thing, he wasn’t actually a dog. As it was, he had been relieved that Penny had decided using a dog collar instead of medicine was the best approach to keep the fleas off of him. At least whenever he transformed again, he could simply take it off. But to have muggle dog medicines injected into him was three steps too far.

He couldn’t be sure what his blood would tell them, whether his magic would make him appear to be an ordinary dog or whether it would show him to be human, which would bring a multitude of questions, none of which Penny would be able to answer. The Ministry would no doubt hear about it in no time, and from there, it wouldn’t take very long for everything to unravel.

He would have to think of something, and quickly.

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Far From Home (Chapter 36: An Old Friend)

Loki x Reader

Y/n Y/l/n never thought her past would come back to find her. After all who would look for her on Midgard? But one day in the small town of Puento Antiguo her world is turned upside down when an old friend turns up, threatening everything she has built and the people she’d fought so hard to protect. What happens when the life she left behind finally catches up with her? What happens when the old flame she thought had burned out reignites within her?

Warnings: language (sorry, Steve), eventual smut (slow burn), angst, some mentions of torture (most things won’t be detailed but anything that gets a bit more specific will be warned at the beginning of the chapter)

A/N: Italics indicate flashback scenes throughout the chapter

Most of the Avengers had already arrived downstairs to the briefing room when I entered. Thor embraced me, though he didn’t seem as chipper as normal. Something was definitely going on.

“Did you have to bring Reindeer Games?” Tony spat.

“Tony,” I warned.

“I don’t suppose I need to remind you that what is talked about in this room remains confidential,” Tony hissed, glaring at Loki.

Loki nodded, saying nothing more as he tried to avoid fighting for my sake.

“Thank you all for coming,” Tony began. “I wish I could say this was a social call but I’m afraid not.”

He placed a familiar looking file on the table, pushing it in my direction.

“Do you know this man?” Tony asked as I opened the file.

A photo of a familiar-looking man was clipped to one of the front pages but I couldn’t identify who he was.

“He looks familiar. Why?”

“James Buchanan Barnes,” Tony announced, clicking a remote and throwing a photo up on the screen at the front of the room. My eyes widened as I stared at the screen before looking down at the file once again. The photo in the file showed a much softer man than the one on the screen. His eyes were kind and a warm smile was spread across his face.

“Bucky?”

Steve’s eyes quickly flashed to me. “You know him?”

“Call me Bucky, doll.”

I blinked, trying to clear the thoughts racing through my mind. I could practically hear the breathless whisper in my ears as the memory flooded my mind. A cold, damp cell, and a faceless voice whispering his name, promising we would escape together.

Loki’s hand squeezed mine, pulling me from my thoughts. Guilt flooded through me as his hand held mine.

“Y/n?” Steve interrupted.

“Hm?”

“How do you know him?”

“We, uh… we were in Hydra together.”

“Can you elaborate?” Tony asked.

“We were both experiments. Bucky was frozen most of the time. They woke him up when they needed an assassin but there were times he stayed thawed for longer periods of time for longer missions.”

“What can you tell me about him?” Steve asked.

“There’s not much to tell,” I said, avoiding Loki’s gaze.

“Y/n, please. Anything could be useful… even a small detail,” Steve begged.

I stood up, pulling my hand from Loki’s, leaving the file on the table.

“Y/n!” Steve and Tony called after me but I ignored them. I could hear footsteps behind me and Loki’s voice calling out to me but I kept walking. I didn’t know exactly where I was going but I knew I needed to escape. Every muscle in my body was screaming for me to keep moving, to run and never look back.

“What mission did they send you on this time?” I asked as Bucky threw his mask onto a nearby couch in the training room.

“Some slimy senator they want to recruit.”

“And they sent you?”

“They thought it might intimidate him and if not I would do what I was trained to do.”

“Did it work?”

“Of course,” he scoffed. “The man is looking out for himself only. It was particularly easy to convince him once I mentioned the large sum of money Zola had promised.”

“I’m glad it worked out,” I replied, looking toward the fake window. Leaves fluttered in the wind as the sun slowly began to set within the simulated view.

“You know it’s not real, right?” Bucky’s tone was soft but it annoyed me nonetheless.

“Shut up, Bucky,” I retorted.

“Shh!” he hissed, looking around the empty room. “They might hear you.”

“There’s no one here.”

“They’re always here,” he replied, taking a seat next to me. “It’s a beautiful view, though,” he whispered, taking my hand.

“A simulated view,” I hissed. “As you so kindly reminded me.”

“I didn’t mean to-.”

I interrupted him with a wave of my hand. “It’s fine, Barnes.” I carefully enunciated his given name as he seemed to think they were listening.

He smiled softly and the memory faded.

I continued moving, passing the lab on my right, before reaching the elevator and smashing the button. It cracked beneath my finger and I shook my head as the button light flickered, somewhat distorted by the cracks. I could hear footsteps growing closer as the elevator dinged and I quickly entered, pressing the button to the lobby downstairs. I knew if I returned to our room it would only be a matter of time before I was found by a pair of kind, green eyes. I knew he cared but I couldn’t bear to see the confusion and hurt in his eyes when he learned the whole story.

I didn’t even know if I knew the whole story.

*****

Seven years. That’s how much time I’d lost. Seven years of a life I couldn’t remember. Bucky’s face flashed in my mind and guilt surged through me as I stepped onto the busy New York Street.

“Miss Y/l/n!” a nearby reporter called, rushing over. “Is it true that Tony Stark is your long lost father?”

“Were you a result of Tony Stark’s younger affairs?”

I chuckled as the reporters continued their line of questioning, following me toward a coffee shop on Main Street.

“Miss Y/l/n, any comment?”

“None,” I answered.

“Do you have anything to say regarding your involvement in the attack on our city just a few short months ago?”

“We’ve heard reports that Mr. Laufeyson, the former terrorist of our city, is hiding out in Stark Tower! Is Tony Stark aiding and abetting a known terrorist of our city?”

“Are they plotting the next attack?”

“Miss Y/l/n!” an older reporter called, standing in front of me and planting his feet firmly on the gravel, refusing to move. “Is it true you and the terrorist are lovers?”

“Let me pass,” I hissed.

I’d gotten quite used to the ways of the paparazzi as even Asgard had some version of it for the royal family. Though, that didn’t make it any easier to fight the increasing urge to punch them for calling Loki a terrorist.

My anger was growing as the man stood in front of me, refusing to move, and shoving a microphone in my face.

“We have heard reports that you’re an Avenger now. How will that work when you and the terrorist get married?” Don’t pay them any mind, dearest. People will always find a reason to cut you down.

Frigga’s words played in my head from long ago. Control your anger, my child. Make them work for their story. Don’t give them an easy target.

She held her head high as she held my hand, walking us through the town past several prying eyes. Several bodyguards followed at a safe distance as Frigga wanted time with me to discuss whether or not I wanted to stay with her after my mother passed. It was a simple answer for me. I’d grown up with Frigga and her sons and the idea of having to leave them scared me far worse than a life in an orphanage.

It was a few months after my mother died but the question on everyone’s mind still seemed to be what would happen to the daughter of… My thoughts seemed to trail off at this. I searched my mind further but there was no memory attached to her name. How was it that my mother could be alive for several years of my life, yet I couldn’t remember a single second of it? How was it that I could remember the events surrounding her death and even moments before but I couldn’t remember her?

A flash of blue surrounded me and the group of people disappeared as quickly as they had arrived, each walking in a separate direction as if they’d never been there at all. I looked around, expecting to see Loki hiding somewhere but he was nowhere. The street was filled with people heading to work, each in their own world, but there was no Loki.

I looked down, a blue light radiating from my fingertips before it finally disappeared. I’d done that.

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inknopewetrust · 2 years

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Like a Rolling Stone

summary: Eddie gets interviewed by Rolling Stone magazine. [wc: 2k] warnings: giving Eddie the interview of his dreams, very slight eddie x reader but its brief (no use of y/n or you, gender neutral terms), language. quick links: Masterlist

Turning the World Upside Down: Fame, Metal, and Roots with Eddie Munson.

Article written by: Stan Carmichael

Photos taken by: Lisa Erickson-James

The record that Eddie Munson has precedes him.

On a cold Wednesday morning in New York City, I sat across from the man who helped make Corroded Coffin become a household name. Metal retaking its place as a genre of substance—both in lyricism and musicality—and transcending the boundaries of what music has been. In the corner of the room his agent [Bill Philips, WMD] sat talking on the phone booking venues in Spain as the band prepared for their second European Tour.

At first, I observed the guitarist with a cautious eye. His nervousness unmasked; a production assistant fumbled with the microphone in their own anxious haze. After a few seconds, the assistant nearly clipped the skin underneath Munson's dress shirt and grew as red as a tomato, yet the guitarist brushed it aside. He gave them a kind smile and I knew then and there that the image of “Eddie Munson” was different from the man.

Born in Hawkins, Indiana in 1966 to parents Helen and Paul, Munson’s childhood was far from average. Prior to the town becoming infamous with the Four Paths Earthquake of ‘86, Munson’s mother passed when he was seven and his father was funneled in and out of prison after that. He moved in with his uncle, Wayne Munson, who helped raise a budding musician with an interest in fantasy and automobiles [Wayne noted in a letter he sent Rolling Stone that he was certain Eddie would have become a mechanic if he had a bit of practice, but he could never get him off the guitar]. Munson ran a Dungeons and Dragons Club during his high school years which labeled him an outcast—a lable which he now wears proudly with the members of his band.

When he finally graduated from high school [after three failed attempts], Corroded Coffin fled for the west in an attempt to find work as an up-and-coming metal band and with a stroke of luck, their first gig performing before Whitesnake led them to meet their band manager who signed them with Warner Music in 1988. Since that year, the band has only grown and with that, Eddie Munson has become an enigma. Millions of people swoon over his dark eyes and hair, scream the lyrics of their songs until their vocal cords go silent, and question why they don’t know more about the man who shreds their favorite solos?

The enigma of Eddie perplexed me. He had a record—breaking and entering, theft, and one instance of grand theft auto—but talking with him made me realize that any normal person would not know such a thing had it not been exposed in a salacious article four years ago. Munson was timid, a bit shy when I asked about his origins in Hawkins and the legacy that it’s had on adulthood; joyous when I recalled the infamous ‘89 World Tour; and reflective on the friendships and relationships he’s maintained over the years. As he prepares to turn thirty this coming year, I asked Munson about the future of Corroded Coffin, his personal life, and the wishes he hopes to have achieved by the time he is ninety [an age seven year old Eddie never had fathomed could be reached].

Take me to 1988. Corroded Coffin had just been signed their first record deal, a tour was already planned, and radio stations across the country were playing your first single, ‘Mistress of Ghosts.’ What was that like for a couple of kids from the Midwest?

It was strange [Eddie laughed, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck]. Fame is a complicated monster in its own right, so for us, these… nobodies from Hawkins to be thrust into the spotlight and respected in a community that we loved so much was really special. I remember Bill [Philips] said that we would never be prepared for what was going to happen. He was right. I’m not entirely sure we’ve ever grown accustomed to it.

Fame is a monster.

A scary one. It made our hometown like us when at one time, they called the cops every weekend when we’d practice at Gareth’s [Miller, drums]. Now our songs play on the radio and when we visit, they smile and ask for handshakes. When I was sixteen all the mother’s would rather burn their hands then shake mine.

Hawkins wasn’t the best town for an emerging metal band to start in?

Oh, hell no. I wouldn’t wish that on anybody.

In previous interviews you’ve mentioned the close group of friends that supported you living your dream. Are they the ones running the Corroded Coffin fan club in Hawkins?

[This is where I knew Munson had become comfortable. His smile lit up at the mention of the people he considered close enough to be family] No, they’re not but in the states that they do live, they have all of our records. The whole lot of them have given us more support and faith than anyone else. If it weren’t for them, we wouldn’t have made it.

Were any of them members of your Dungeons and Dragons Club?

Some and they're very proud about that. We still play when we’re not touring. Every Christmas we get together and hold a massive one-shot that fulfills the void while there is no campaign. I think this Christmas we’ll be in Seattle with a pair of newlyweds—so it should be interesting adding a new player.

No time for anything else when your touring?

Just the menial things in life. Keeping in touch with people, doing press, deals and endorsements. I went to the MET Gala this year and I was so out of my league that I don’t think I’ll ever go back. A bit too fancy for my taste.

[Munson attended the Gala as part of Gianni Versace’s invited guests. He wore a three piece suit that had the only flare of metal in the entire museum]

But we try to make time for what is important. It’s what keeps us sane and willing to write more. You can’t write music if you don’t experience life.

Experience is what drives music.

Something I’m a firm believer in, yeah. I write what I know. If I didn’t, everything would be artificial and no one would connect with it. Even with all the noise, we’re still storytellers that want good stories to come across in our music and, dare I say it, it’s what sells people on our records, albums.

Your album ‘Saga Nether’ led you to win a Grammy in 1993. It is not often that a metal band wins major categories but Corroded Coffin did. How?

It’s anyone’s guess, man… all I know is that I have a Grammy sitting on a bookshelf in my house and it’s a great paperweight.

Hawkins is not the town you call home anymore. You settled into a house outside of Los Angeles a couple years ago so, asking as a native Californian, how do you like it? Is it better, worse?

Better. A million times better.

No raging anti-music police banging at your door?

Hasn’t happened yet. If it did, I think my dog would chase them away. She likes the music.

Arwen.

She's the perfect dog, Stan.

Named after The Lord of the Rings character.

Does it show how much of a nerd I am? She doesn’t care that I’m famous. I’m her dad and if I don’t feed her at a specific time everyday, she’ll sit on the floor and stare at me, no matter what I am doing, until I look at her. She knows she’s spoiled.

The fans of Corroded Coffin are always looking to know more about you, about all of you. What is something you can tell me about Jeff [Daniels, Electric Guitar]?

Jeff? Oh, man… [Munson thought long and hard about this question] He had braces twice. And I think he’ll need them again.

And what about you? What is something that no one knows about Eddie Munson?

There’s a lot of things they don’t know.

Favorite song? We’ll start easy.

Master of Puppets. Is that a cliché now? I know it’s popular.

Favorite color?

Black. No, blue! Maybe red? I like them all.

Madonna or Blondie?

One, do you want me to end my career early? And two, how can a man choose?

Favorite movie?

It would be untruthful to say it wasn’t Rocky Horror… but I have a soft spot for Aliens.

Aliens?

Sentimental value.

First love?

Absolutely connected to that movie [Munson blushed like a school boy. His dating life is one subject of curiosity among fans]

Is it difficult to maintain a love life when touring and obligation keep you away from home?

Not if you have a partner who is willing to understand the circumstances of the job. They don’t have to be part of the industry to get the gist of things but if they can at least pretend to walk a minute in my shoes, it works out just fine.

So, do you want to give fans hope?

Hope that they can walk a mile in my shoes?

That Eddie Munson is looking for love?

Love never left the summer I saw Aliens at my local theater. I’ve been very lucky. It’s not been easy—especially in those early years of financial and success uncertainty but I got very lucky.

They’re not in the spotlight?

No. We keep things simple. When I’m home, it’s as though nothing is out of the ordinary. I talk about my day like any other man does and they tell me about theirs. We have a dog, a fish now too actually. There is nothing I like more than remembering I’m not the image I put on when I’m on stage. It’s still me but also not me, does that make sense.

Yeah. Like an alter-ego of sorts.

Exactly. When I walk through the door, they humble me real quick. All of them, my friends, family… sometimes I don’t think they care I ever won a Grammy or that I’m being interviewed by Rolling Stone [that was a joke. Munson mentioned after the cameras rolled that his friends were very excited about this].

What’s next for Eddie Munson? You have a dog, a fish too. A partner, a house, a band that is growing every year and rumors of a biopic being conceived by filmmaker Steven Spielberg. Where is life taking you?

All of what you said sounds absolutely nuts. Could you imagine having a movie made about your life and someone like Tom Cruise or whoever could play you!? I don’t know if it’s still in the works, but I want to be a part of it if it happens.

Noted. I’ll let Mr. Spielberg know.

We’re working on a new album that will be out next year. I won’t give anything away but I’m very proud of it and think people will like it. As for everything else, I don’t know… I’ll take what life gives.

Kids? Marriage?

If those are in my cards, I wouldn’t say no to them.

If you could tell ten year old Eddie one piece of advice, what would it be?

Just fucking go for it, kid. None of it matters in the end. If you do what makes you happy, that’s the best reward.

Keep playing D&D, blaring music from a stereo?

Absolutely. If it keeps you sane, keep on with it. You're a child for less time than you are an adult, so there shouldn't be this stigma that enjoying games or rocking out to music in your living room is a ridiculous thing.

What about ten years ago? What would you say to Eddie at twenty?

There's a lot I would say to Eddie at twenty.

Be prepared?

Probably everything will be okay. Twenty was a difficult year and it was hard to see the other side of it sometimes, but I had these little sheep that looked up to me and knew that everything would be fine in the end. Two years later my life moved in a much different direction so without those years of struggle, I don't think my resolve would be as strong.

In hindsight, struggle is not always as bad as it seems.

In the moment, it feels awful. But if anyone can get through it, the resolution is rewarding–especially when you have a good, loving circle around you.

And if you could ask ninety year old Eddie one question, what would it be?

Ninety? I don’t know if all the drugs I used to do would like to hear that I’m going to live that long but if I do, shit…

I guess I’d ask if he was happy with the life he chose? And I’d hope that answer was a resounding, unwavering yes.

This interview was conducted on 14 November 1995 at the Rolling Stone Headquarters in New York City. Corroded Coffin’s new album ‘Sins of My Father’ releases on 21 March 1986 with preorders beginning 1 March 1986. A special thanks to Eddie Munson, Bill Philips, and the team at Warner Music for organizing this interview.

#Eddie munson #Eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things 4 #oh what could have been #I know this isn’t really a big x reader fic #but you can imagine Eddie is talking about you as his partner

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earlgreydream · 4 years

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brat.

| Bucky Barnes x reader | smut |

warnings: smut, mild degradation (not meant seriously), spanking, dom/sub dynamic, general chaos

a/n: I can’t deal with the pressure of my life, I need James Buchanan Barnes to make me let it go

Bucky had been agitated since you had sent him naughty photos of yourself while he was in the middle of a meeting. He had glanced at his phone and immediately turned it face down and continued speaking. After the meeting, he sat at his desk, looking at the photos you’d sent. His favorite was one where you had your tits out, wearing just little black panties, along with a black ribbon tied around your neck.

He’d originally been the one to tie the ribbon around your neck, about a year ago. He’d hooked his fingers in the satin and dragged you forward like it was a collar, making you blush and shy.

Now, you wore the ribbon around your neck whenever you were in the particular mood for Bucky to make you feel owned.

You were always under constant stress and pressure to perform well, having to control and manage everything, both at work and school. The only place where you could let it go, relinquish all control, was in the bedroom with Bucky... or on the kitchen counters, the bathroom of a club, his desk at work, and anywhere else he could get his hands on you.

When you were alone with Bucky, you became playful, soft, and sweet, and it turned him on to no end. Bucky truly thought you were the most gorgeous and hottest girl in the universe, and he practically worshipped you.

That is, except when you were being a needy brat, like today. Sending him naughty photos at work (unprompted) was strictly against your rules, and you knew you played a dangerous game with him. Bucky wasn’t one to play around when it came to testing the boundaries.

Secretly, that was why you did it. You wanted Bucky riled up, to come home and be rough with you. You wanted him hard and unrelenting, to have you screaming and writhing for him. You were tense from your stressful week, and he was too, and there was no better solution in your mind to release that built up tension.

He shut off his phone as his boss walked in, asking him about a project, and Bucky struggled to focus on what he was being told, too distracted by the image of your soft tits swirling in his mind.

“Thanks, Barnes.”

“Yeah, sure.” He called back half-heartedly, picking his phone back up once he was alone.

~you’re going to fucking regret that, baby~

~I doubt it. X~

He was practically seething at your response, ideas of how to get you in line already forming. He was fed up with your bratty attitude, and his annoyance just built over the course of the afternoon.

When he was finally finished with work, he drove home faster than normal. The door smacked loudly against the wall when he entered, alerting you he was mad. Your heart jumped in your chest, and you felt a pang of regret at your insolence.

“Y/N!” Bucky’s voice echoed, and you nervously walked down the hallway in one of his oversized button downs.

He stopped for a moment, taking in the sight of you. You looked small and meek, innocent in his big shirt. Ribbon was tied around the base of your neck, and your eyes were shining as you gazed up at him.

“Hi, daddy”

He almost melted at the sweet sound of your voice, at the utter innocence you seemed to hold. He dropped his keys in the dish by the door, snapping out of it. He stared at you with a hard gaze, entirely unamused by your earlier behavior. You sank into yourself, taking a step back. He stepped forward, and you continued until he had backed you against the wall outside of your guest bedroom at the end of the hall.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Bucky asked you, waiting for an apology.

I’m sorry daddy, is what you should have said, attempting to win over the last bit of forgiveness he was willing to give you. Instead, you decided to dig yourself into deeper trouble, unable to resist the temptation to goad him by being a brat.

“I could’ve gotten myself off in the time it took you to get home, maybe even more than-” you didn’t even get to finish your sentence before he was on you.

He hooked his fingers into the ribbon, jerking your small body against his. His silver eyes blazed, threatening you to struggle.

“Do you think you’re fucking funny?” He growled, and you stared back at him, suppressing your fear.

“A little, actually.”

That did it.

“Get on your fucking knees, you insolent brat!” He snapped, jerking you downwards so you were kneeling in front of him.

Your knees bit into the hardwood floor, and the ribbon left a faint red ring around your neck from him dragging you by it. His hand went up your neck to your cheek, and you flinched as he sharply tapped your face. It wasn’t enough to be a slap, Bucky would never hit you in a way you didn’t like, but the sharp smack made arousal drip from your core.

You wanted him to run his fingers through your hair to guide you, like he did when he was feeling softer, but you knew that you’d pushed him too far to receive any sort of help.

He grabbed your jaw and forced your mouth open before burying himself in your throat. He did it in one quick movement that had you gagging, choking on his length. Bucky didn’t care about your fight to breathe, snapping his hips at a brutal pace, stretching your throat. You did your best to open for him, but tears slid down your cheeks from your lack of oxygen.

“Y/N, look at you, letting me fuck your throat like a little whore.” His words dripped with condescension and you looked up at him with glassy eyes.

You moaned around him, sending vibrations that pushed him closer to the edge.

“You’re going to swallow, got it?” He ordered and you made a noise of approval, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth. He came in thick spurts, his cock deep in your throat. You swallowed his seed as well as possible, gasping as he pulled out of you. You lost your balance and put a hand on his thigh to steady you. He stepped back, letting you fall forward, barely catching yourself.

You whined in protest, and he grabbed you by the hair and jerked your head back to look up at him. Your chest was heaving as you drew in oxygen, your face was sticky with tears, and your mouth was salty with his taste.

"You look so pretty on your knees for me," Bucky's tone was mocking, a slight Russian accent hanging off his words, a silent threat hanging in the air.

"I did so good, sucking you off like you wanted-" you were about to ask if he'd take care of you now, and he just let out a short laugh.

"You think you're getting off?" He spoke as if it were completely ridiculous.

"Yes?" You tried, and he shook his head.

"Then you shouldn't have been such a little brat. Brats don't get to come."

"But daddy-!" You whined in protest.

Your mouth snapped shut when he dragged you up to your feet and tore his button down off of you. You shivered in the cold air, and his fingers hooked into your panties, pulling them down your legs.

"You're fucking soaked, Y/N. Is this just from sucking me off?" He embarrassed you.

"Y/N!" He snapped when you didn't answer, fed up with your disobedience.

"Yes," you breathed, blinking back fresh tears of anxiety.

"I'll give you something to cry about." He threatened and you bit your lip, knowing it wasn't an empty threat.

"Safeword?" he asked, making sure you were able to communicate with him if it was too much.

"Falcon," you answered obediently and he nodded. He took your wrists in his hands, noticing the way your hands were trembling. He kissed your smooth skin, though his gaze didn't soften.

"On the bed. Now." He pointed, and you bent over the edge of the bed, your ass on display for him. You hid your face in your arms, hiding the embarrassment visible on your cheeks from being so exposed.

A shaky whine escaped as you heard his belt snap, fear prickling up your spine. He watched you squirm on the bed. He knew you hated being smacked with the belt, and he leaned against the wall, watching you nearly lose your mind in anticipation. He was curious to see if you'd continue the bratty behavior, or if this was what would finally cause you to break, and his fingers twitched as he ached to turn your ass pink.

As soon as the tension began to leave your body, and you settled on the mattress, he landed the first blow with the leather on your ass. You screamed both from shock, and the welcome pain that blossomed across your skin.

His dark laughter echoed in your guest bedroom, and chills made your body shudder. You were getting what you wanted, this had been your goal from the beginning. You also knew that you were completely safe, that Bucky loved you dearly, and this was just a bedroom scene, not meant to truly hurt you. Despite both of those facts, the fear was very much real. Bucky was incredibly intimidating, especially when he was mad.

"Four more, alright?"

"Yes, daddy."

Dry sobs burned your throat as he spanked you quickly, leaving pink stripes across your fair skin, but light enough they'd disappear by morning. It was more psychological than physical, and it was causing you to nearly shake with arousal. It was dripping down your legs, and Bucky noticed, adding to the shame of just being spanked. He took a step toward you, squeezing your ass in his large hands, making you whimper in discomfort. He slapped your skin, and you struggled to contain your pained yelps. It wasn’t near as bad as the belt, but the sting spread through your skin as he continued your punishment.

You sighed in relief when he finally finished, wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling you up so your back was against his chest. He gave your throat a squeeze, making your eyes roll back. He kissed your shoulder before biting down into your smooth skin. You squirmed in his grip, mewling softly.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, looking up and meeting his gaze.

“I know you are, baby,” He kissed your mouth for the first time, and you melted into his hold, ignoring your soreness.

“Hands and knees for me, doll.”

He released his grip on you, lightly tapping your thigh to get you to climb up on the bed. You moved onto the bed, but your arms were unsteady, so you dropped down to your elbows, letting your back arch.

“Can’t hold myself up,” you murmured apologetically, not wanting him to think that you were being bratty. He kissed your bum, and you sighed quietly at the tender action.

“I want to come, daddy,” you begged, hoping he had softened.

“I’m sure you do.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing that you weren’t going to get what you want. Bucky’s hands wrapped around your hips, holding you steady as he stood behind you. You squirmed as he rubbed the head of his cock through your folds, a choked noise leaving your throat as he brushed your clit. You were on edge, but you knew if you spilled over, he would spank you until you were bleeding.

He noticed the shudder it caused, and his voice came deep and threatening.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“I won’t!” you promised, wanting to be good for him.

“Better not.”

He thrusted forward, rolling his hips until he was buried all the way in you, making you yell and grip the sheets in front of you. The stretch burned, your body never quite getting used to his size. Usually he eased into you, but he clearly didn’t care about your pleasure right now.

He began to snap his hips against yours, using your body to chase his own release. His hands slipped off of your hips and snaked around to your front, going up to your breasts. He squeezed roughly and pinched your nipples, pulling them between his fingers, making your vision spark. You shrieked at the sensation, and you tightened around him. You held back your orgasm, fighting against the urge to release.

“Your cunt feels so good around me, doll. If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m going to lose my mind,” Bucky murmured, his words getting lost in your mind.

You tightened around him purposely, feeling him twitch before painting your insides with his release. He groaned deeply, continuing with shallow thrusts as he emptied himself into your heat. When he pulled out, he stared at your swollen sex, his release dripping out, and down your thighs. You screamed as he slapped the sensitive area, arching your back. You whimpered out a beg to ease up on you, and he moved you to lay on your back. You were barely there, whimpering out apologies pathetically, and he kissed a line from your belly up to your lips.

“You’re forgiven, doll.” He said, kissing you sweetly.

“Please, I’ll be so good.” You were desperate, throbbing around nothing, and you wanted to release the tension your body held so bad.

Bucky watched you beg, almost inclined to put his head back between your legs.

“Fine.” He sat on the bed, pulling you to straddle his thigh. You looked at him in confusion as he held your hips down.

“You can ride my thigh and get off that way, or you can quit complaining.”

Your eyes widened, and your face burned in humiliation. You hesitated for a moment before giving into your needs, rolling your hips and dragging your core over his thigh. You squeezed your eyes shut, burying your face in his shoulder as he quietly mocked you and how desperate you were. Your thighs started to shake, and he bounced his leg, making you come with a scream as you bit down lightly on his shoulder.

“Daddy, no,” you complained as his hand snaked down to pinch your clit, sending shocks through you.

“Watch your mouth.” He ordered, grabbing your jaw in his free hand, disapproving of your protests. He overstimulated you, turning your pleasure into torture. You struggled to catch your breath as you writhed on his lap, begging him to let you ease up. You swore at him, and he smacked your already stinging core. You yelped at the pain, letting him have his way, too exhausted to protest further.

You could’ve cried again as he finally eased up, deciding you had adequately paid for your misbehavior. After, he spent the entire evening showering you with attention, showing his soft side and loving on you.

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sweeethinny · 3 years

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Ginny getting hurt in a match so Harry has to take care of James/Albus or both of them

thank you so much Anon, this has become MUCH sadder than I imagined

And sorry, I know you asked for an injury, but I changed it, hope u don''t mind <3

TW: Grief and depressive crisis, nothing graphic

AO3

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Ginny was sick.

But it wasn't the flu, or some bruise, no, it was a different kind of pain.

Harry also knew that for that kind of illness, there was no medicine or tea he could make, just… be patient.

This year had been ten years since the end of the war, and perhaps because James asked who was the one in the photo Ginny was so fond of keeping - she, George and Fred together for Christmas - or because for the first time George managed to talk about his brother at the tribute ceremony… Ginny fell ill.

First, Harry thought it was the flu.

She didn't get out of bed, she didn't want to eat, and she also didn't want to shower.

He gave her tea, medicine and potion, but nothing changed. Ginny still didn't get up, still crying for hours and then hiding in the dark of her room, refusing food and even asking Harry not to open the curtains.

Then Harry thought she might be dying.

Which made him so nervous that he needed Hermione to go to their house, because Ron had to take Harry to the hospital for him to drink a calming potion, such nervousness that it gripped his body, to the point where he couldn't hold his kids in his arms without think he would pass out.

Just the thought of Ginny dying… Harry couldn't even look at James and Albus.

And then, gently after he got home, when the boys got back from Molly and went to bed, Hermione pulled Harry into a corner and told her what Ginny had.

‘'She's suffering the grief she didn't have when Fred died… there was so much going on at the same time, and I don't think Ginny ever processed her grief… But now it's time to face it, and she… is facing it. I don't know much about it, but I think she's having a depressive crisis.”

Harry had never heard that. Never.

But the next day, he had read Muggle books and research on the subject - all during the night, while Ginny slept with her arms around him as if she was afraid he would disappear. Afraid he would die.

Harry asked Robards for a few days off, to look after Ginny, and assured him that the boys wouldn't bother her. In some way, which Harry didn't quite understand, Ginny seemed to be trying to push them, not in a rude way, but as if she was… afraid or ashamed that they would see her that way.

James was suffering from it, Harry saw him crying at their bedroom door after trying to get in there but failing as Ginny had locked the door. It had broken his heart into so many pieces that Harry thought he would never be able to stop crying to take care of James, as if his son's pain was his pain too.

Albus wasn't any better than his brother either, but still, he just didn't seem to understand anything, enjoying his father's presence 24/7.

When night fell, and the boys were asleep, his second mission of the day began.

Harry needed to convince Ginny to get up to shower, so he would take her to the bathroom, and as if she were also a kid, and Harry would bathe her.

Ginny hadn't been very talkative these past few days, which hurt Harry in a way he couldn't explain. She didn't even return his I love you, just shook her head as she tried to smile through her tears. And her silence… Harry much preferred it when she talked non stop about practice, when they argued over something silly, when Ginny laughed out loud, throwing her head back.

Harry would then put her to bed, keep close to her, and tell her everything he'd done that day, hiding the sad parts like when James asked about Mummy and cried about her not having lunch with them, or when Albus screamed that Ginny wasn't the one who was going to put him to sleep, or bathe him.

It was hard work, Harry acknowledged that. There were days when he felt like just… telling her he was tired and wasn't going to do anything so Ginny would be forced to get out of bed and do things for him. It was a quick feeling and one that Harry hated to feel, mainly because it was selfish and unfair. Then he forgot about it the next second.

It was on a Tuesday, however, after lunch, that Harry saw that James was in the room with Ginny.

Albus was sleeping on his lap when he stopped in the hallway to watch the scene, prepared to take care of any damage that might happen.

But all he heard was, '’You know Mama loves you so much, don't you?'’

"I know…I love you more," James spread his arms wide to evidence this, making Ginny smile.

It was the first smile in weeks.

‘’Why are you here, Mummy? I miss you,''

‘’Mum feels it too... It's just... Do you remember when Daddy got sick and we had to let him rest until he was better? Mommy needs some rest too, I…'’ Harry knew she was crying, not that he needed to see her directly, but because of her voice. Plus James bent down to wipe her cheeks. ‘’Mama doesn't know what she's doing, ’’

"At all?" James asked, looking confused. ‘’But you are the mama,’’

‘’I know, but it's just… Mama’s a little confused,’’

"With what?" Ginny took her time to answer, she seemed not to have expected that question.

‘’With… If I'm doing things right, if… if I'm not disappointing anyone, if… if I'm being who I should be,’’

"You're doing fine," James said, as if speaking the most obvious thing. ‘’You are mama,’’

"Oh, son," Ginny denied, sniffling and seeming not to know what else to say, just accepting the hug James seemed so desperate to give her. When she hugged him, Harry was able to see her red face. He wanted to be able to do something. ‘’Mama has a lot to learn,’’

Ginny looked at Harry, who was still standing there, knowing he was crying himself. She waved to him in, pulling James to sit on her lap as Harry placed Albus on his side, sitting next to his son, watching as James looked at him with wide eyes.

"Sorry…I was missing Mommy," James said, quietly and looking sheepish. Harry denied, kissing his son's forehead, unable to say exactly what was going through his head.

"It's okay," he assured him, looking at Ginny as if he expected her to look any better. She was still the same, but at least there was a smile on her face that hadn't been there in the days before.

"It's going to be okay, Mommy," James assured her, kissing her cheek and then the tip of her reddened nose, as she did with him when James cried. ‘’You are strong,’’

"Mommy hopes so, babe," Ginny tucked him against her chest, letting the tears run freely down her cheeks. '’Mummy just…missed her brother a lot these past few days and…Mummy felt a little lonely,'’

"Your brother from the picture?" James asked, and she nodded.

"Yes, Fred," Ginny closed her eyes, biting her lower lip and looking so pained that Harry thought she was going to break. He felt her pain, or at least some part of it. But it was worst.

Perhaps because he had no memory with his parents to torment him on those dates. It was a blind miss, which Harry knew existed, but which was different from what Ginny felt for Fred. She had experiences and memories with him, and somehow that seemed to make it all the more painful.

"But you're not alone," James assured, his little hands cupping his mother's face. ‘’We are here… Dad took care of me, of Al… We are here,’’

"I know… And I love your dad so much for it," Ginny smiled at Harry, then looked back at James. "You know, I love your dad even more for giving me you and Al… You're half me and half daddy."

"Do you love mama, Daddy?" James turned to Harry, still in Ginny's lap, looking very curious.

"Of course, I love her very much," Harry assured him.

''Saw? You're not alone Mommy.” James wiped Ginny's tears once more, his eyes blinking so innocently that it was somehow unfair that he was seeing so much pain in his parents' eyes. ''We're here… Everything will be fine, you'll see, tomorrow everything will be fine and it won't hurt anymore,'' He hugged her, laying his head on her shoulder and closing his eyes, as if he could sleep there, even though it was no longer comfortable for him.

Ginny sniffled. "Yes, my love… it'll be fine," Ginny seemed to speak more to herself than to James or Harry.

Harry scrambled to lie down beside Al, raising the bed with a spell and making them all fit there, Ginny still having James lying down clutching her, and Harry making sure Albus wasn't crushed by his older brother.

He looked at her over the heads of their children, bringing his hand to hers and intertwining their fingers, smiling gently at her.

‘’We are here, ok? It's going to be okay,” he whispered, careful not to sob in mid-sentence.

"I know…" Ginny nodded, sniffling once more. "We are together, aren't we?"

"In health and in sickness," Harry assured her, making her smile. '’Forever,''

#hinny #harry x ginny #next gen harry potter #my fic #inspired by My Little Love by Adele #i cried writting this ahaha #harry and ginny #james #albus severus potter

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scvrllet · 3 years

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General Harry Potter Headcanons Because Why Not

CONTAINS: Mentions of death/murder, small implications of abuse, and that's about it I'm sure. These are also general headcanons and are not reader inserts

AUTHORS NOTE: All headcanons are my own personal ones except for those marked with (*) which are popular one's I've read online. Enjoy! [HP MASTERLIST]

Newt Scamander, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy are on the aspec spectrum because I am asexual and said so. (Extras; Luna is grey-ace while Hermione and Draco are demi)

Regulus flinches when someone raises their hand quickly and gets scared when someone that he is close to goes silent (whether it be after an argument or for no reasons). He tries to hide it but they can usually see right through his act. They all know Walburga did a number on him no matter how much she may have favored him over Sirius

Speaking of Walburga, the reason she hates Sirius so much is that she sees a lot of herself in him. She didn’t want to get married to Orion, she had her own lover who was a Halfblood or Muggleborn but Orion found out and, wanting to keep the bloodline pure, proposed to her knowing she would be shunned if she denied. She became much more cold and strict once they got married, much to Orion's pleasure. When Sirius was later born and she saw so much of her younger self in him, her love for him quickly turned to envy. On the night Sirius ran away, Walburga kept her composure until night fell and she cried. Cried because he was able to do what she wasn't able to, cried because he was hopefully happier, and cried because she had officially lost her first child. She avoids his burnt off portrait on the family tree for this reason

Harry and Cho often found each other in the library late at night when both couldn't sleep. Harry would be sat at a table far away trying to do homework in attempt to distract himself and Cho would be reading a book. One night, Cho came up to his table with two cups of tea and took the seat across from him. Harry didn't say anything but she caught his small smile. They made it a routine every night for whoever gets to their table last has to bring tea and biscuits (and without getting caught by anyone). They would be exhausted when morning Quidditch practice came but it never stopped their late night meet ups in the library. When she started dating Cedric however, those late nights in the library together stopped. Harry would only go to the library when he struggled to sleep from the nightmares and such but there was no longer a cup of tea and bag of biscuits for him and when Cedric died, he hesitated before getting out of bed and heading down the tower. When he arrived to their spot in the library and saw a familiar figure sitting in the seat that has been vacant for so long, he felt his heart ache. Setting down two cups of tea, a bag of biscuits, and a book he knew she loved to read when she needed comfort, he didn't know how to react when she stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as she cried. Taken aback by the sudden action, it took him a moment before wrapping his arms around her and letting her cry until she no longer could

In the afterlife, the first person Sirius saw was Regulus. He offered nothing but his extended hand and after a short moment of eying the boy Sirius once called brother, he grabbed it and pulled him to his chest in a hug. That was the first time Sirius had ever seen his brother cry

Killing Marlene was what got Peter his dark mark* and every time he finds himself missing his friends, he'll look at his forearm and remind himself that he has no right to. And every time the dark mark is cast in the sky or used to call upon Voldemort, he hears Marlene scream

Draco was chased by the peacocks outside Malfoy Manor at least once. If you saw my post about this last year (this one), I still fully believe that this has had to happen before

Regulus was an animagus. His form took the form of a cat, more well known as Crookshanks*

Remus was actually good friends with Regulus during their Hogwarts years. They wouldn't say much, but it was enough to put Regulus at ease knowing that his brother was doing well*

Speaking of the Black Brothers, a pile of unopened letters sealed with the Black family crest sat in a drawer of Sirius' desk before he was arrested. Sirius never got the chance to read the letters signed "Your brother, R.A.B"

On James and Lily's wedding day, the two spent the entire morning before together, much to Lily's mothers dismay who believed it was 'bad luck to see the bride before the wedding'. The young couple brushed it off, not quite believing in those "silly beliefs" but perhaps she was right all along.

After graduating Hogwarts, Harry went to his parents vault and Gringotts and found several items left behind but what caught his eye was a photo, hidden in plain sight. It was in a small frame and the photo itself was of a women with red hair, green eyes and a kind smile sitting beside a man who had messy black locks and brown eyes. The women had her head resting on the mans shoulder, smiling as she looked at the child in his arms. Enchanted to move, Harry watched as the man made the child give the women a kiss. Harry didn't realize he was crying until a tear fell onto the photo and he quickly went to wipe it away, scared he would ruin the photo

During his years at Hogwarts, after he ran away more specifically, Sirius got many tattoos. Each and everyone had a special meaning to them that all his friends knew but no one could quite understand the significance of the tattoo on his upper forearm that was just a single raven bird. Back at 12 Grimmauld Place, Regulus smiled at the ravens perched outside his window. They were always his favourite bird

And that’s all for now! :))

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nowandajenn · 3 years

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Blue Christmas- Eight

Pairing: Chris Evans/OC Kelly

Summary: After almost three years of marriage, everyone would tell you that Chris and his wife Kelly are the most stable, solid couple they know. But behind closed doors, things are tense as they keep trying for a baby, to no avail. When a secret threatens to shake their solid marriage to it’s core, will they be able to pick up the pieces?

I do not consent to have my content, whether it be this story or anything else of my creation, posted by a third party on any other platform other than right here without my permission. This blog is 18+ and is not intended for minors. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Heed the warnings.

Warnings: mentions of cheating, smut, language, angst, mentions of miscarriage. If any of this is triggering to you, do not read.

A/N: This is going to be very dialogue heavy, and will have flashbacks of the night that Chris cheated and everything that happened. Flashbacks will be in italics. Just a warning, this chapter is a BEAST. There’s a lot to unpack, and it’s going to be super emotional.

December 29

Chris watches from his seat in the comfortable leather recliner in our living room as I twist my wedding and engagement rings around on my finger. It’s a nervous little habit that I do without even really realizing it or thinking about it. A million thoughts cross his mind as he sits silently, waiting for me to say something.

After taking a few deep breaths to try and steel myself for the conversation that I KNOW that Chris and I need to have, I finally look up from the floor and at him.

“Do you want a divorce?” Okay, the thousand different times I pictured this conversation happening in my head, that was definitely NOT one of the ways. Apparently my mouth and brain aren’t communicating very well today.

Chris looks up at me, his expression aghast.

“Wha-.......” he tries to speak, but is too stunned to even form the words.

“Is that why you cheated? You don’t want to be with me anymore, so you went somewhere else for whatever is it that you weren’t getting from me?”

“No! Jesus Christ, no! I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. I can’t imagine my life without you. No, I don’t want a divorce.” he tells me.

“Okay, if that’s not it, then you have to help me out here. Because I don’t understand what possible reason you could have for cheating. It had to be something that I did. Or something I didn’t do. I need you to tell me what happened. Because until I have all the facts and I understand what the hell happened, we can’t move forward.”

He sits forward in the chair and sighs.

“What do you want me to tell you?”

“I want you to tell me what happened that night after we FaceTimed. I want to know what happened between then and the next morning.” I tell him.

“You KNOW what happened.” he says miserably.

I shake my head. “No, I know the end result. I want you to walk me through every single thing that happened that night. Everything you were thinking, everything you did.”

“Why? What good is that going to do? What’s the goddamn point? How is me telling you everything that happened going to help ANYTHING? All it’s going to do is hurt you more, and I can’t do that. I won’t.”

“The point is, if we have even the smallest hope of getting through this intact, with our MARRIAGE intact, I need to understand this. I need to know. I need to know, because when I go to sleep at night, all I can see in my head is all the things that I imagine happened that night. And I need to know if what actually happened is better or worse than what I can imagine happened. I have a right, as your wife, to know what you did.”

Chris looks up, silently pleading with you to not make him do this, but he knows that you’re right. You do deserve to know, even if it’s going to devastate you.

“After we got off the phone, I had to go right back into interviews and there was two more photo calls we had to do, so by the time we got done it was about 7:30 that night. I was distracted the whole time. I hated that we fought, and I felt like an asshole, and I just wanted to call you back and apologize, but I didn’t have time. Plus, I figured that we both probably needed a little bit of time to cool down. I told myself that I was going to call you that night before I went to bed so we could talk more and I could apologize to you. We all got out of there, and Cate and Robert and the rest of them wanted to go to dinner, so we came back to the hotel, changed, and then went out to eat.” Chris tells me.

“What time did you get back from dinner?”

“Around 10, I think. It couldn’t have been much later than that. Everyone else was talking about going out and finding a bar or a club to go to, but I just wanted to come back to the hotel and relax. I wasn’t in the mood to be around a lot of people.”

I pull my feet up on the couch and tuck them under me.

“Okay, so you got back to the hotel, and then what did you do?”

For as tired as he was, Chris couldn’t relax. He tried taking a hot shower, laying in bed watching TV, browsing social media, and flipping through pictures on his phone. Finally, after about 45 minutes and getting more and more keyed up and anxious, he decides to go down to the hotel bar.

When he walks in, the place is empty except for an older couple seated down at the end and the bartender. Chris slides himself onto one of the stools and the bartender makes her way over to him.

“Thank God. A friendly face.” she says with a smile.

Chris glances down the bar at the couple. “They seem pretty friendly.” he remarks.

“Yeah, but they’ve been here for an hour and they’re literally babying their drinks, and aren’t much for conversation that doesn’t involve each other. I’m bored out of my mind.”

She stick her hand out. “I’m Jo.”

Chris reaches across the bar and shakes her hand with his own. “Chris. Nice to meet you.”

“So, Chris, what’s your poison?”

“What was her name?” I ask him. He just referred to her as “the bartender” and “she”.

He runs his hand down his face and over his beard.

“I don’t......I honestly can’t remember. It was one of those boys names for a girl. You know.....Alex or Max or James.......I don’t......I can’t remember.”

I cover my face with my hands and take a deep breath. I want to scream already, and he’s not even deep into the story. I shake my head slightly.

“You slept with this girl, and you don’t even remember her NAME.” I say softly.

Chris hangs his head.

“Keep going.”

She pours him another measure of whiskey, along with a shot for herself. They clink glasses and swallow the amber liquid, letting it burn it’s way down.

“So what did you and your wife fight about?” she asks him.

Chris sighs.

“It’s......it’s complicated.”

“Hey, I’m a bartender, which means that I’m a really great listener. It’s practically a job requirement. You might feel better if you talk about it.”

“We’re trying to have a baby.”

“Soo....what’s the problem. Trying is the fun part!”

“We’ve been trying for a year and a half almost, and nothing’s happening. She’s perfect; there’s absolutely nothing wrong with her that would keep her from getting pregnant, but it’s just not happening. And we both want a baby so bad, and the look on her face when......it fucking kills me.”

He knows that he shouldn’t be telling a complete stranger all of this, especially considering who he is, but the alcohol has loosened his tongue, and if he doesn’t spill his guts to someone, he’s going to explode.

Jo puts a soft, warm hand over his.

“I’m sorry, That has to be tough. For both of you.” she says softly.

“I mean, I guess I never thought that it would take actual work, you know? I assumed that ‘hey, if we just keep having sex, eventually she’s going to get pregnant’ and it would be easy. She’s getting scared and fed up and talking about adoption and fertility doctors, and I hate seeing her so stressed out and upset, and I kind of just.....I said some things and made it worse and I feel like a complete fucking jackass.”

“What if you guys can’t have kids?”

“As much as I want to have kids with her, I don’t need them to be happy. As long as I have Kelly in my life, I’ll be perfectly happy. Do I want to be a dad? Yeah, absolutely. But there are so many kids out there that need good homes, so there are other options, but I don’t think that we’re there yet, you know?”

I get up and storm out of the room with Chris right on my heels.

“Kelly, wait, please.....”

He touches my arm and I spin around to face him, and the look in my eyes makes him fall back a step.

I’m so pissed off and hurt right now I could spit nails.

“You......you told her.....EVERYTHING. You told her.....EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING, Chris! Do you even......do you even fucking understand what you did? Like.....”

I squat down close to the floor and put my head between my knees. My heart is pounding and I’m so worked up that I’m afraid I’m going to pass out if I don’t calm down. And I’m not going anywhere or doing anything until I get the whole damn story.

“Look, I know-”

I look up at him incredulously.

“No! No, you don’t know! You don’t know shit! You fucking betrayed me, in every single sense of the word. You didn’t just fuck her, you told her, a complete stranger, about me. About us trying to have a baby. You told her about things that you never even fucking bothered to tell me! Do you realize that she could go to the press? She could go and spill all of these juicy little secrets that you spilled to her over shots of Jack and have herself a nice little pay day.”

“Kelly, you wanted to know what happened that night, so I’m telling you what happened, despite everything inside of me screaming at me not to. I’m not going to lie to you or keep things from you. You wanted to know everything.” Chris says.

I squeeze my eyes shut and grit my teeth so hard that my jaw hurts.

“I can’t look at you right now. I need a break.” I tell him, grabbing my jacket. I grab Dodger’s leash off the peg in the hallway and call for him.

Dodger trots over, tongue lolling out of his mouth, happy to be going on a walk.

“I’ll be back in a while.”

Forty five minutes later, I’m in the utility room stripping off my wet clothes after getting Dodger dry and wiping off his paws.

Chris stops pacing the kitchen when he sees me walking through the house in my bra and underwear.

“What happened to your clothes?” he asks.

“Dodger saw a squirrel and got excited and kind of dragged me through a snow bank.” I sigh. I throw my clothes in the dryer and make my way into our room to get changed.

“Dodge, come on.....” Chris admonishes. Dodger just jumps up on the bed and curls up.

I throw on a pair of gray sweatpants and a blue Patriots hoodie that’s hung over the back of the chair in our room and sit down on the side of the bed.

“I want to know the rest.” I tell Chris.

He sits down heavily on the end of the bed.

“No, you don’t.”

I swallow thickly. “You’re right. I don’t. But it doesn’t matter, because you’re going to tell me anyway.”

Hours pass with Jo and Chris laughing and talking and flirting back and forth, until it’s 1am and the bar closes for the night.

“Thanks for sticking around and hanging out tonight. I think I would have died of sheer boredom if you hadn’t.” Jo laughs softly. She offered to walk him back to his room as he was pretty well drunk and a little unsteady on his feet.

“It was no problem. I didn’t really want to be alone tonight to be honest. I used to do really well on my own. I was used to it, and then......I wasn’t alone.” Chris tells her.

Once they reach his room, they linger outside for a few minutes, both of them not really wanting the night to end. Jo steps closer to him, knowing exactly what she wants and completely unashamed about it.

“You should kiss me.” she says softly, looking up at him with big doe eyes. She places her hands on his chest and instead of immediately backing away like he should have, he leans into her touch.

Chris closes his eyes as he feels his mouth go dry and a strange fluttery feeling in his stomach. He hasn’t really felt this way since....

He opens his eyes and breathes out deeply. “I can’t. I’m married. I’m married and I’m insanely in love with my wife.”

“So? You should kiss me anyway. I can tell you want to. You’ve been flirting with me all night.” she says, taking a step closer. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise. You need a way to release all this tension you’ve got, and I’m more than willing to help you out anyway I can.”

Before his brain can scream at him to stop, he’s wrapping his arms around her and covering her mouth with his, kissing her soundly. It’s a battle of teeth and tongues, both of them trying to take control from the other. Without breaking apart, Chris manages to get his key card out of his pocket and gets the door open, pushing both of them through it and slamming it behind them.

“This never goes beyond this room. We never talk about this ever again.” Chris gasps, pulling away from her just long enough to get the words out.

“Absolutely.” she agrees.

Clothes are torn off and tossed to the floor in a frenzy, and as soon as Chris drops his pants and boxers, Jo sinks to her knees and takes him in her mouth, swallowing him almost all the way down.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Christ, yes, just like that.” he moans out.

He brings his right hand to her hair, holding it in a makeshift ponytail while his left hand goes to her shoulder.

She almost makes him lose his mind with the things she can do with her tongue, and within minutes, he’s fucking her face roughly as spit runs down her chin and tears are springing to her eyes from the assault on her throat, but she loves it. She has the man she’s fantasized about for years shoving his cock down her throat, and she’s never been more turned on in her life. She smirks to herself as she wonders if his wife ever sucks him off like THIS.

When he can’t stand it anymore, Chris pulls her off his dick and takes a few deep breaths.

“I need a condom.”

“Right. I have one in my purse.” she tells him as she reaches for her bag and finds it and hands it to him.

“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.” he says roughly. While her mouth was wrapped around him, he was mesmerized and couldn’t look away, but now he finds that he doesn’t even want to look at her face. He rolls the condom over his cock, giving it a few strokes before sinking into her from behind.

Tears stream down my face as I process all of what Chris just told me, and I can’t even BREATHE with how devastated I feel. It’s like a hole just got punched through my chest. I try and take a breath in, but it turns into a strangled sob and I drop my head into my hands and just let it out.

Chris swallows thickly, wiping away his own tears as he watches me fall apart across from him, wishing that he could do something.....ANYTHING to take all the pain away. To go back and undo everything that he did so you wouldn’t hurt. All he feels is deep, unrelenting shame and he knows in his gut that if you asked for a divorce after hearing all of his sins laid bare, he wouldn’t be surprised or even have the right to be devastated. He made his bed.

I feel bile rising in my throat, and I stumble to my feet and race to the downstairs bathroom, falling to my knees and vomiting painfully as the image of my husband kissing this woman and fucking her run through my head. I barely notice Chris come into the bathroom until I feel him pulling my hair back and securing it with a hair tie, and rubbing my back softly. I can’t even find the breath or the energy to tell him to get away from me and drop dead.

I’m so damn tired. Like, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this level of physical and mental exhaustion before. I sink back into the pillows a little more, and look over at Chris. Neither one of us have said a word since he picked me up off the bathroom floor and stood there with his arm around my waist as I brushed my teeth. That was 45 minutes ago.

“It was just sex?” I ask.

He exhales. “It was just sex. It was just once.”

I look back up at the ceiling and try and make sense of everything.

“I don’t understand. I don’t understand any of it. I don’t understand why you would sleep with another woman.”

“I-I don’t know. I was lonely because we were fighting, and I missed you so goddamn much, and I was afraid of what was happening to us with all of the stress and I just......I got drunk, and I did a horrible thing. I did a horrible thing, and I wish that I could take it back. I wish I could take it back so bad it hurts. But I can’t. And I have to live with that for the rest of my life.” Chris says.

I lift my eyes to meet his. “You were lonely? That’s your excuse? You were lonely, and you were upset. So you stuck your dick in another woman.”

I stand at the kitchen sink and drain a glass of water in record time, and refill it. Turns out crying all day and then puking can kind of dehydrate you. I can sense Chris behind me, even though he doesn’t say anything.

“Two years ago, a couple of weeks after you left for Africa to start shooting the movie, I found out I was pregnant. We hadn’t even officially started trying yet, so it came as a pretty big surprise. But I was so happy, and I couldn’t wait to tell you. I didn’t want to tell you over the phone, especially when you were so far away, so I was going to surprise you when you came home. I had it all planned out. I practiced telling you standing in front of the bathroom mirror, just so I could see the stupid happy look on my face.”

I feel tears prick my eyes, and I swallow down the sob that I feel threatening to come out. I turn towards Chris, and the look on his face is heartbreaking.

“What?” he breathes out.

“I was at a job.....I was shooting a birthday party for a little girl who was turning one. All I could think about was that that was going to be us eventually, and it made me so happy. Everything was fine, but then I started having horrible pain in my stomach. It got so bad that I collapsed, and the parents called 911 when they realized that I was bleeding. They did an ultrasound at the hospital, but they couldn’t find the baby’s heartbeat. I had already miscarried. You don’t know anything about feeling lonely until you’re by yourself laying on a table with your feet in stirrups while a doctor cleans out your uterus.”

Chris is sunk down in one of the kitchen chairs with his hand over his mouth and tears running down his face. This is the first time he’s hearing any of this.

“Why didn’t-” his voice cracks, and he takes a minute and clears his throat before he tries again. “Why the hell didn’t you call me? Why didn’t you tell me? I would have come home!”

“Chris, you were 8,000 miles away from home. There wasn’t anything you could do. It was too late. They had to do the procedure as soon as possible. I didn’t.....I hadn’t told anyone else that I was pregnant. And I didn’t want to call your mom or sisters because I didn’t want them to find out. I knew if they found out they would call you, and you would be devastated. And I couldn’t do that to you when you were so far away. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you. I was trying to protect you.”

The sound of his fist slamming against the heavy oak table makes me jump.

“And what about over the last two years? Huh? Don’t you think that I had a right to know? Don’t you think I had the right as your husband, to be there with you? To comfort you? To mourn with you? To even have a fucking clue about what happened?”

I take a deep breath.

“You did. You should have been there. You should have been there with me to hold my hand and cry with me and tell me that it was going to be okay, even though it was a lie. But you weren’t. You were doing your job. I don’t know if you realize it, but when you leave for work or press or whatever it is that you have to leave me for, you’re not the only one who’s lonely. You’re not the only one who has to deal with the silence. But you don’t see me going out and fucking someone else.”

Tears start to swim in my eyes again, and I suddenly feel like if I don’t get out of the house right now, I’m going to suffocate. I’ve been in here with Chris literally all day while we picked apart his affair, and I’m exhausted. I’m hurt and emotional and talking about the baby that we lost just made everything worse.

“I’m gonna go. I just.....I can’t handle anything else today. I know you’re probably really pissed off at me right now, and honestly, the feeling is mutual. Things are already about as bad as they can be, so I’m gonna leave before we have a chance to make it worse.”

The last thing I see before I walk out the door is Chris sitting at the table with his head in his hands, sobbing while Dodger sits on the floor next to him, whining in distress.

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yoimix · 3 years

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haikyuu!! as types of best friends.

➼ ft. hinata, sugawara, bokuto, osamu+atsumu.

➼ playlist. talk too much - coin, higher - banks, romanticism - mrs green apple, me and my friends - james vincent mcmorrow

➼ a/n. these have light bff2l undertones hhn i love that trope, pls forgive me. </3 + there’s some timeskip spoilers for atsumu & osamu’s part.

❀ hinata :-

i wish the childhood best friends trope a very good evening.

no one’s better than hinata at making friends, even if you met after he spiked a ball into your face. you’re childhood best friends too !! so imagine being a child and having to pick up this goofball by the scruff, who has the audacity to ask you to play with him after giving you a scratched up forehead and teary eyes from a ball to the face. but, like, you were the one who said yes so it’s on you :-)

sometimes you bicker but it’s ok bc he would literally go to the ends of the earth for you if you asked. no kidding. he hates sitting still anyway so he’ll just gravitate towards where you are like you’re the sun. also gets you taiyaki in the evenings but climbs in through your window instead of using the front door like a normal person. (he has too much energy </3) if you hear someone yelling your name outside your window and ranting about volleyball games, you know who it is.

ok when he makes you mad with his bullheadedness, you'll be complaining with kageyama (who agrees vehemently) and hinata gets pissy bc you get along a little too well when you're throwing insults about him. (he's not jealous, no, of course not.) but.. how long can you stay mad at this sunshine child anyway?? you'll be pretending you never got mad at all within a few hours and go back to joking around.

he gets distracted if you're watching a match sometimes (bokuto somehow got it into his head that he needs to show off in front of you) so you got banned from watching. he overcomes it later on so you can cheer him on in his jersey too <3

gives you ALL his attention when you talk or even complain about your life. he reacts a lot to whatever you have to say so you have to pretend there aren’t people behind you glaring at hinata for having the same decibel sound level as a jet engine.

you have matching keychains you bought at a local fair !!! (you got a pochacco one for hinata but it’s super worn out by now so he keeps it in his wallet instead.)

he has not won a single multiplayer video game against you (*cough cough* mario kart *cough*) and you don’t even have to be good at it. if you call him a loser, he’ll lose even harder. gets unnecessarily mad at just dance and you have to calm him down.

... you’ve probably kissed bc the two of you (mostly him) were too eager for a first kiss and you got fed up with his pubescent ramblings and ended up kissing him. and then had an early mid-life crisis bc you guys are definitely just friends. (unless.. unless he doesn’t think that way.. surprise surprise 😳) also he's.. kind of bad for make out practice... it’s like kissing a month old puppy.. sorry :/. if you happen to make a lot of offhand comments and tease him about his kissing skills, he WILL turn tomato red and argue in gibberish. only do that in private bc the rest of the world thinks you’re sickeningly cute together >:(

overall, your best friend is a ball of sunshine (who occasionally pisses you off) and your #1 motivation to get out of bed. it's mostly bc he's somehow there to get you out of bed though you've repeatedly told him to not climb in through your window. at least the sun is smiling upon you every day <3

❀ sugawara :-

being best friends with him is such a secure relation !!

he’s your soft place to fall but also would provide gentle (not so gentle) reminders for your wellbeing (STUDY!!! WATER!!!! BREAKFAST!!). doesn’t get mad when you say you skipped breakfast but gives you this look of disappointment which is 100x more effective. still gets a granola bar for you though. also he literally carries bandaids for u and he’s been doing that since second grade bc you fell off the swing ONCE. you know, just in case. if you’re an accident-prone hazard to society, you’re in luck.

BEST HUGS especially if you had a rough day and want to sob into his shoulder. if u damage his $85 hoodie tho, he will make u do his laundry and also buy snacks for him. but like he is so soft (his skin is SUPER soft bc he actually follows a skincare routine now) and cuddly like a teddy bear, it's a small price to pay for salvation.

he will hype you up for anything you do !!!! new outfit? offers to be your personal photographer. scored an A+? will treat u to your fav ice-cream. new job? will tell everyone just how proud he is.

ALWAYS shares the last bite with you and smiles to himself when you eat it so contented. also!!! hanging out at cafes and taking cute pictures is a must <3 even though you’re not dating, you’ll have photos together that make you look a real couple which ensue teasing from daichi and asahi and admiration/jealousy from noya and tanaka. also he gets weirdly protective of you around the team (i’m looking at the moron quartet) and you have to pull the “koushi you’re not my mom” card. it really strikes a chord with him when you say that out loud.

will egg your ex's house with you if you say the word. somehow gets more pissed than you at your ex (if they're a shitty one). it's kind of scary when he's mad too so.... good luck calming him down. he's also really good at sarcastic trash talk so if you happen to meet your ex on the street... send prayers for their self-esteem.

you don't really fight often but if you happen to disagree, he'll go about it in a pretty mature way and talk it out. if you pick a fight on purpose, he'll catch on to it and either tickle you (excessively) or flick your forehead as punishment for trying to rile him up. it’s impossible to prank him!!!!! it’s like he’s got a sixth sense or something so you might as well give up on anything of the sort.

you said you want to get a dog (or cat) with him in the near future and he somehow equated that to having children. turned bright red and started saying it’s too soon to be thinking of that while you had daichi stop you from smacking some sense into your overly imaginative best friend. (i mean, you do need to live together if you want to raise a pet sooo)

his lockscreen is a picture of the two of you so a lot of people who try to hit on him take the hint quick. he says it’s unintentional but you know he can be terribly scheming at times. if you say something like “why don’t you date me for real, coward” he will malfunction and not be able to look you in the eye. (“don’t joke around, y/n” “what if i’m not” “it kind of feels illegal to date you” “what do you mean?!💢”)

anyway you are one lucky mf if you have sugawara koushi as your best friend even if there are both ups and downs (mostly ups). having someone care for you so blatantly certainly makes the question of romance arise but you’re content with the most loving best friend ever.

❀ bokuto :-

you guys are the “two best friends in a room, we might kiss” “yes we will” “what” type of best friends PLS

it doesn’t matter what stage of life you met him, it’ll feel like you’ve been best friends since the beginning of time.

it’s just so easy to make friends with this airhead and by god’s gift, you cannot physically get annoyed at this man. sometimes his friends will complain about him being forgetful or blunt but you’re just there like. yeah. that’s bokuto. love him for it. (you seem to have a lot of patience.)

he probably gets into trouble with authority unwittingly, so save your weekends to sweet talk his way out after accidentally implying the coach has a weak mindset. afterwards, you go get ice cream or something and hang out at the dog park to forget it happened. (the amount of second hand embarrassment bokuto has given you though... you need some hard drugs to forget all of it.)

you probably make a lot of friends through him in high school/college but at the end of the day, it’s just you and him and sometimes akaashi making sure you guys are alive. if you guys are alone together on a friday night, you’ll still be having fun!! very often, it takes shape as karaoke :-) bokuto thinks he’s really great at rapping for some reason (he’s not) so cue you screaming the lyrics in an attempt to ruin your part of the song equally. also he always sets the key wrong??? although you sing the same songs each time?? sometimes he picks a song neither of you have ever heard and the both of you try to guess the melody. he’s terrible at it but at least he’s funny. there’s not a single song he hasn’t had a voice crack in.

if you go clubbing/partying with him, get prepared to be introduced as the friend of “the guy who did four keg stands in a row before proceeding to do a cartwheel unprompted and somehow not throw up”. is on first name basis with the bartenders/hosts and gets you free drinks. also gets hit on often but is oblivious unless they’re being very straightforward. if he’s not into them... you have to pull the s/o card and save his ass. oh also he barks at anyone that gets near your drink.

will always exaggerate when introducing you to new people. “y/n and i met when i saved them from drowning a terrible death.” “it was the children’s pool and you were the one that was screaming.” “and then y/n didn’t really thank me but it’s not like heroes need thanks to do the right thing.” “kou, i will push you into a pool right now, let’s see how well you swim.” (he learned swimming to impress you so joke’s on you.)

he likes to watch you do stuff at the end of the day, so if you see him go o_o at you doing homework, you can just put your earphones on and focus on your work. even if he’s making.. a strangely.. adorable expression. also LOVES to listen to you talk about your day when he’s tired, he says it helps him sleep better (so expect a lot of nighttime calls). moreover, if you say you had a bad dream, he’ll comfort you with his ridiculously confident tone of voice (unless the dream was about something bad happening to him, then he’ll freak out and you’ll have to comfort him instead </3)

ok one thing that’s annoying about him is that he probably leaves food crumbs over your stuff like laptop, bed sheet, etc. you clean it up but bokuto.. is a bit... distracted to notice the mess he’s making. it’s usually pretty difficult to get him to be more aware, but like your glare is enough to make him at least try to be careful from the next time. (either that or he’s become sensitive to your change in mood/emotions bc you know... you’re best friends after all.)

i’m not gonna lie, he probably catches feelings for you at some point. he wants to, like, keep it lowkey bc akaashi told him to take your feelings into consideration too but?? it’s so hard?? you’re literally so pretty?? everything you say is like music to him??? he reacts reflexively to all the firecracker feelings u give him. he probably says he likes you all the time but you dismiss it with “as a friend right :-)”. there’s no climbing up from that one, sorry bokuto.

to summarize, if a moody golden retriever was your human best friend.exe

❀ miya twins :-

they feel like a set. it would be strange to have one of the twins as a bff and not have the other one around whoops 🤷‍♀️

either you and osamu bully atsumu in your free time, or you and atsumu annoy osamu for fun (or both) <3. it’s always a good idea to team up with osamu and prank atsumu for fun btw. (put wasabi in his breakfast pancakes and you’ll get a very pissed off but weirdly cute tsumtsum. you can blame it on osamu if you don’t want to face his wrath.) your alternative is to embarrass osamu in front of strangers with atsumu, have fun with that. (second hand embarrassment also works.)

when you were younger, you pretended to not be able to distinguish the twins bc it would visibly rile atsumu up and then you’d go “ok you’re atsumu”... which would further rile him up. osamu got used to your shenanigans though it ticked him off the first time too LOL. call them the wrong name on purpose and they’ll start a riot; be careful when you’re playing with fire pls.

you guys played a lot of knight and prince/princess/royal when you were a kid and atsumu would always try to make osamu the evil dragon holding you captive. in the end, you were somehow the knight, osamu the prince to be rescued and atsumu the big, bad dragon. (it’s kind of funny in hindsight. your parents have photographs of the three of you fighting like no tomorrow.) also speaking of which, your parents are also friends and have bets on which twin you’ll marry (or if you will at all). it’s tearing your parents’ friendship apart.

these two have DEFINITELY fought over whose jersey number you’re going to wear to the games ( “oi, ‘samu, stop brainwashing my best friend into wearing your stupid double digit number” “you know i’m the best friend, ‘tsumu. they clearly like me better over yer ratty ass.” “what did ya say?!?!? if anything, you’re the one that looks like ratatouille.”) you wore kita's jersey number to games.

imagine sunday picnics with the boys !!! by that, i specifically mean osamu and his perfect bento boxes <3 sometimes the two of you will cook together before your outings while a sulking atsumu stands outside bc you didn’t let him. (let him in, you monsters.) he says he can cook too but the last time the twins’ bickering almost burnt the whole kitchen down. the picnics continue well into adulthood and you get to diss your boss to the twins who will always support your rants. (sometimes atsumu will tell you it’s your fault but you can smack him off. we only need supportive besties here 🙄)

if someone hurts u.... they’re going to need divine intervention to be safe... you have two well-built, physically adept best friends ready to beat the shit out of anyone who deliberately breaks ur heart.

when the twins get into a physical fight...... oh boy. it kinda pisses you off that they’re spewing profanity at each other and you’re the one getting glares. but at the same time, you don’t really want to step into a fight that has nothing to do with you. people should solve their interpersonal issues on their own. they have never fought over you, this isn’t twilight <3

but the question did come up once on which twin you like better; it’s not something to seriously fight over though. if you chose osamu, atsumu will complain for six days straight and you’ll start to regret ever answering the question. if you say atsumu, osamu won’t feed you his onigiri anymore for a few days which is just as bad. the safest choice is to say neither bc it will both be funny and you won’t suffer too many consequences. if you say you love the both of them for being your best friends all this time and go all mushy, there’s a slight chance they’ll go soft too. god help you from the bone crushing hug you’re about to receive 🙏

you make sure to not miss any of atsumu’s official games !! sometimes he’ll wave at you and make the reporters give you hell bc he’s a little shit. just push osamu to them and run away if it gets that bad. (he gets free advertising for his shop, he should be grateful.)

osamu is super good at cheering you up!!! whether it’s with food or with pleasant talk, you’ll be feeling much better with a full stomach and a calmer state of mind. as for atsumu, he’s really good at you cheering you up by distracting you. he’ll talk about his team or this new serve he learnt and the world will seem a lot brighter bc he seems so happy about it. whichever twin you go to, it’s win-win.

in return, the twins take up a good chunk of your time. sometimes atsumu will crash at your place after a game though you’ve told him to not lead the damn reporters here. osamu makes you taste test his experimental onigiri... which are not always good..... no seriously, why’d he put honey and tuna in there ?? but still, your life is ridiculously colorful with them around.

anyway, what can i say except what’s better than one best friend?? two best friends !!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #bokuto x reader #sugawara x reader #hinata x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #atsumu #osamu #bokuto #sugawara #hinata #rosemi.hcs #kind of all over the place but it's about the vibes thank you #feel free to correct any typos i made im about to pass out gn ;-;

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edwinspaynes · 2 years

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If the TLH Squad Had Social Media, Part II

Because everyone seemed to like Part I so much!

Lucie and Cordelia will occasionally host dramatic readings of The Beautiful Cordelia (and The Wicked Queen Cordelia) together. They take reader input for plotlines and Lucie will slap them together.

Matthew has an entire Instagram page devoted to Oscar photos. It has millions of followers. He's Big Mad that Oscar has more followers than he does on main.

James and Matthew stream video games sometimes. James takes it very seriously and tries to be good at it. Matthew does not take it seriously and is balls-to-the-walls insane. Matthew's method is very well received. James is envious and Does Not Understand that this is what the internet's for.

And now my Matthew and Thomastair biases are about to come out again btw I am SO sorry

Matthew's Sponsorship Gifts

Matthew has an extremely popular travel vlog and people LOVE him. He has a really charming and witty personality that just amasses an enormous fan base. He probably has the most fans of everyone in the cast, neck-in-neck with Alastair who is widely beloved for his dry wit and commentary.

In any case, people begin trying to send Matthew fan gifts. He doesn't have a permanent address, so he announces that they should send EVERYTHING to 102 Cornwall Gardens. He then begins accepting sponsorship gifts, but he only takes the most outrageous and useless ones to prank Alastair and have them sent to his house.

Thomas and Alastair end up with a life-size Tardis phone booth. They end up with fake-marble and bronze statues of the greats (that Thomas constantly compares in his head to Alastair's physique and finds lacking). They end up with a broken but big grandfather clock and an enormous chair shaped like a hamburger. This is inconvenient because Thomas has to haul them into the house (though Alastair doesn't mind watching).

Just when the two of them have fucking had enough, Matthew sends them one final sponsorship gift: a Grotrian grand piano. He's apparently saved up a ton of sponsorship money to surprise them. Alastair has admired them forever and he is so touched he almost cries.

The prank sponsorship gifts stop after that.

Thomas and Duolingo

Thomas Lightwood would fuckin love Duolingo. It's got languages. It's got an owl. He thinks it's the best thing ever invented. He was born to do Duolingo.

He and Alastair sign up for different languages together and will try to outpace each other. This competition helps them both learn. When guests (see: the rest of the TLH cast) some over, they'll gossip about them in their target languages in front of them. Matthew suspects something's up.

Offhandedly, Alastair mentions that he Does Not Like Duo. He feels threatened by the app notifications telling him he'll show up at his house if he forgets to practice his Turkish. He specifically cites his 'beady little eyes.'

Matthew uses his terrible artistic skills to paint a VERY CURSED image of Duo. With HUGE eyes. And he hangs it on the wall outside Alastair's bedroom while he's shut inside it.

The screams can be heard all across London.

#tlh #the last hours #matthew fairchild #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #thomastair #lucie herondale #cordelia carstairs #james herondale #chot #chain of thorns

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onceuponabarnes · 3 years

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Green-Eyed

summary \\ the reader gets a little jealous over professor!bucky speaking to another teacher in the department

word count \\ 1.4k

warnings \\ age gap relationship, professor and student relationship, reader is over 18 in this, implied smut, implied sexual content

part one part two

You didn’t notice at first, too enthralled in your conversation with Wanda to see what was happening. It wasn’t until a classmate had passed a sly comment that you realised. “I think Professor Barnes has a girlfriend,” a girl behind you drawled, voice all high pitched and giggly.

Your eyes darted down to the front of the classroom, taking in the sight before you. Bucky was leant against his desk chatting to another teacher that you’d seen around the humanities department before. You could tell he wasn’t interested in her like that, the corner of his lip wasn’t pulled between his teeth absentmindedly, fingers weren’t tapping against his thigh or reaching out to touch her like he did with you.

“You okay?” Wanda asked from beside you, eyes flickering between the exchange at the front of the classroom and the rising rage evident on your face.

“Peachy,” you huffed, slumping down in your seat.

“You know he wouldn’t…” Wanda trailed off, the both of you watching as Bucky tipped his head back in joyous laughter, reaching over to push the teacher’s side playfully. “He wouldn’t. You know that,” Wanda affirmed.

“I know, I just…” you pouted, balling the sleeves of your (Bucky’s) sweater in your hands so you could scrub over your face. “No one knows but you and maybe one of James’ friends. I know he wouldn’t and you know he wouldn’t but that bitch down there doesn’t know that he’s mine.”

Before Wanda could reply, Bucky pulled out his phone to check the time before apologetically sending the other teacher on her way. She tried to lean over, probably spouting some shit about wanting to see the time for herself, when Bucky snatched the phone back.

“What was that all about?” Wanda asked you, watching as Bucky hurriedly tucked his phone away into his desk.

“His home screen is… indecent,” you smirked, knowing fine well that behind James’ innocent lockscreen was a photo of you straddling his thighs in the sexy black lace two piece he’d bought on Valentine’s Day.

As you shut your computer off after class, packing your things away, the teacher from before came waltzing back into the classroom.

“Awh, it’s so cute,” the girl from earlier practically squealed with her friends, “they miss each other!”

You rolled your eyes, grumbling under your breath as you shoved things into your bag with a newfound force. Wanda looked on with worried eyes, knowing that nothing she could say would help the jealous streak that was rearing its ugly head.

You hung back, leaving at the back of the class just like after every lecture, expecting Bucky to call for you as you passed his desk. His attention never left the conversation with the other teacher and you didn’t bother sticking around long enough to try and overhear what it was about.

You entered James’ class the next day with a face of thunder. You’d ignored his calls the night before and responded to his messages as minimally as possible. Maybe you were being petty, but maybe your boyfriend shouldn’t flirt with someone he can be in a public relationship with right in front of you.

“Isn’t this getting a bit silly?” Wanda asked you after she’d caught Bucky looking at you with sad puppy-dog eyes for the 5th time in as many minutes.

“Maybe?” you shrugged. “Wasn’t it getting a bit silly when he ignored me for that geography bitch? He doesn’t even like geography, stupid maps,” you grumbled.

“Babe…” Wanda sighed heavily, leaning against you.

“Okay, fine, fine!” you huffed, sinking down into your seat. “I’m not apologising to him,” you argued.

“Why does that not surprise me?” Wanda chuckled.

“He can apologise to me,” you decided firmly.

After class, Bucky tried to catch you. He was a fraction of a second away from calling your name when the same geography teacher came swanning in through the door amongst the departing students. “Professor Barnes!” she gushed, as though she hadn’t just walked into a room with his name emblazoned across the door.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and let out a scoff as you walked past his desk and straight towards the door. James was watching after you, eyes begging you to turn around and come rescue him from whatever the woman in front of him was going on about.

“I’m really sorry…” he trailed off, her name slipping his mind.

“Oh, it’s Dot, you silly billy,” she giggled.

“I’m really sorry, Dot, but I have plans tonight. Have a good weekend. See you next week maybe at the faculty meeting. Bye!” Bucky rushed out, grabbing his briefcase and all but sprinting for the door.

please come over? i miss you x

As soon as you’d received the text from James, you were practically falling out of the dorm room door with Wanda hollering after you. Something about using protection. Before you knew it, you were standing on the doorstep of James’ townhouse, knocking hesitantly before sending him a text to let him know that you’d just knocked on his door.

“What’s with the text?” he asked as soon as he opened the door.

“Wanted you to know I was here,” you shrugged, stepping past James and into the hallway. You kicked off your shoes before wandering into the living room and perching yourself on the couch.

“Look, doll…” he sighed heavily. “I’m sorry. She wouldn’t leave me be.”

“I know,” you whispered, pulling your legs up to your chest, pressing your feet into the cushion below you.

“What’s up, sweet girl?” Bucky asked, reaching a hand out to you. You immediately leaned into his touch, letting his palm cup your cheek and angle your face towards him.

“No one knows that you’re mine,” you pouted, turning your eyes away from him.

“And no one knows that you’re mine,” he retaliated.

“But I don’t flirt with stupid fucking geography teachers right in front of you, do I? Huh?” you snapped, wrenching your face out of his hold.

“Baby,” Bucky practically whined at the loss of contact. Before you could even register what was going on, Bucky had scooped you up into his arms and deposited you on his lap so you were straddling his thighs. “I wasn’t flirting,” he told you.

“Sure looked like it,” you grumbled, finding it hard to keep up the annoyed facade as Bucky’s fingers painted delicate pictures on your sides.

“Only one girl I wanna flirt with in that classroom,” he whispered as he angled his face closer to yours. “Besides,” he hummed, “it’s only you who’s gonna be screaming my name this weekend.”

The next time the geography teacher invited herself into Bucky’s classroom, she was in for quite the shock. Bucky’s neck was decorated in a mirage of abstract bruises, all differing in their tones and saturation. The shirt he’d worn that day had the top button popped, too, allowing for the scratches and accompanying bruises on his chest and the hollow of his throat to have their pride of place, as well.

“Professor Barnes, I’d hoped to hear from you this weekend,” the teacher whined, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

James turned away from his desk at the sound of her voice, giving her the perfect view of your handy work. You watched as her face dropped, fumbling over her words as she tried to respond to whatever Bucky had said to her.

“Everything okay, Dot?” Bucky asked, all happy smiles and feigned ignorance.

“Y-yeah,” she forced out, unable to tear her eyes away from his neck and throat. “I didn’t realise you were… involved,” she choked.

“Oh, yeah!” he grinned, smile bright and genuine. “Very clever woman, my girl. Bet you’d love to meet her. I’ll have to bring her to the next staff party,” he goaded.

You were almost beside yourself, fighting to keep your laughter at bay as the teacher stumbled over her words once more, and then her feet as she tried to escape the classroom as quickly as possible.

“You happy now?” Wanda asked with an affectionate eye roll. Bucky sent you a wink as he shut the door behind the teacher, tongue catching between his teeth in that way that it did that drove you absolutely wild.

“Never better.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #professor!bucky barnes #professor bucky au

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