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chubbyreaderwriter · 4 years

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Bite Me

Elizabeth/The Countess x Plus Size/Chubby Reader x James March

Imagine: Elizabeth and James are both attracted to you and each of them want to have you for themselves.

Word Count: 1.25k

Warnings: none

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You were a friend of Will’s and he had introduced you to Elizabeth when they were engaged. She was instantly intrigued by you and wanted to know more about you but couldn’t ask too many questions or Will would be suspicious. Will invited you over to the hotel many times after that, for his exclusive fashion shows, which is where you met a lot of interesting, and maybe slightly crazy, characters.

You’d met James when Will gave you the okay to go wandering around, after all the ‘guests’ in the hotel weren’t allowed to kill anyone anymore. Not until the Cortez passed the 100 year mark anyway. You'd followed a couple of people up onto a higher floor and you were looking around until you saw a room at the end of the corridor, room 64. It was open a little so you decided to look into it. Normally, you never would've done this, terrified you were invading someone’s privacy but there was something telling you that you should do it.

Hesitantly, you pushed the door open with your hand and stepped inside, “Hello? Is anybody there?” After getting no response, you walked further inside and saw that it appeared to be a pretty normal room, which was a little disappointing but you weren't sure what you were expecting. You turned around only to be face to face with a man who was giving you a strange look. Startled, you jumped back and put your hand over your chest, “What’s wrong with you? You don't sneak up on people like that, are you out of your mind?” Instead of waiting around for an answer, you hightailed it out of there, practically running down to the reception and out of the doors. Will saw you so desperate to leave so he asked around what had happened.

The next day, you'd received a phone call from Will begging you to come back to the hotel so he could explain some things to you. You were confused and a little scared but you had nothing better to do and at least it would be an interesting experience. When you arrived, you saw Elizabeth again and she smirked when she saw you, walking over to you, “Hello darling, back so soon? Maybe we can-” Her hand was holding yours while her other one was rubbing over your arm before you cut her off, “I’m sorry Elizabeth, but I’m meeting Will today and I don't want to be late.” You gently took your arm away from her and shuffled away, Liz snickering at the way you rejected Elizabeth before she even prepositioned you.

Will had told you about the hotel’s past and all the people in it and that the guy you met was James Patrick March, the builder and owner of the hotel. He told you about the ghosts, including him, and that Elizabeth was a vampire or something similar. You had just stared at him, thinking he had gone crazy, until James suddenly appeared in front of the two of you. Out of shock, you slapped him across the face and ran away. James chuckled, “That girl is just full of fire. I love it.”

Liz, who had been watching everything, managed to get to you before you ran away and helped to calm you down, being one of the only normal humans left in the hotel. You had to swear not to tell anybody about it and you didn’t, but you were sure that you were never going to go back to the hotel. That was, until Elizabeth showed up on your doorstep asking to take you out for dinner. You figured it wouldn't hurt, not thinking much of it.

The whole way through the dinner, Elizabeth was asking you personal questions about your life and was just kind of watching you eat, not eating anything herself. It was very strange but you felt weirdly comfortable in her presence. When the two of you had left the restaurant, you weren't sure how she convinced you to go back to the Cortez with you but you were. You walked in, Elizabeth’s arm linked with yours and she smirked when she saw James standing at the bar, glaring down at the two of you.

You were even more confused to how she got you to agree to go to her room with her but when you walked inside, you saw James standing in the middle of the room. You looked between him and Elizabeth, hoping it wasn't something to do with you. Elizabeth spoke first, her arm holding you close, “What are you doing here, James?” “My dear, I rarely get cross with you but you knew I wanted her for myself!” Elizabeth rolled her eyes at James, “Don't throw a tantrum, find a new girl, (Y/N) is mine.”

You gulped when you heard your name being mentioned. While you were very flattered to have two attractive people fighting over you, it didn't make the situation any less awkward, especially when it was a ghost and a vampire. Elizabeth pulled away from you to step closer to James, the two of them glaring at the other. You took this opportunity to run out of the room, heading to the bar where you met Liz again. You sighed as you slumped down onto one of the bar seats, “Tough day, sweetheart?” You shook your head, “I’m not sure tough is strong enough a word for what just happened. Elizabeth and James were fighting over me and I have no idea why...You don't think they're fighting over who gets to kill me, do you?” Liz smiled, “Oh no dear, it’s obvious they want you as a romantic partner.”

You spat your drink out when you heard Liz say that and she was already calming wiping the bar clean as you sat in your chair, not knowing how to feel. You stayed there for at least a couple of hours, talking with Liz about your life and her life as well. She told you about how she came to the Cortez and how Elizabeth helped her to become her true self. It made you see Elizabeth in a different light but you were still wary of James, with learning about his past of being a notorious serial killer.

When you were ready to leave and go home, you noticed how late is was and that you were a little drunk. Liz made you stay for the night and helped you to one of the empty rooms. She made sure there were no ghosts or any of Sally’s disturbing friends in the mattresses before helping you get into bed. When Liz closed the door to your room, she already knew that Elizabeth and James would be stood behind her, “I don't know what you plan on doing with that girl but you two fighting all the time is going to want to make her stick around even less.”

Liz walked away, leaving Elizabeth and James standing side by side in front of your door. James smirked as he turned to face his wife, “It would appear we have a little competition at hand, my dear. I must warn you that your exquisite looks will not tempt me to give up this time.” Elizabeth scowled as she took a drag of her cigarette, “Bite me.” James stared at your door for a few more moments, a joyful expression on his face while Elizabeth walked away to do some planning of her own.

A/N: should I make this a series?

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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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A Vision

James Patrick March x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1962 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Rejecting James constantly because you’re insecure and don’t think he actually want to be with you.

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You didn't mean to lead him on, you really didn't.

There was just something about James March. Every woman that you knew was desperate to be with him.

Perhaps it was his class, or maybe his wealth that drew them in. You often wondered if it had something to do with his devilishly good looks, or charm. You had been through every possible reason but there were none that stood out among them.

You couldn't figure out what it was, all you knew was that you were among the gaggle of women who considered themselves lucky to be near him at any given time. As far as a gentleman went, James Patrick March was the apex predator.

He could have any woman he wanted...which was why it was so hard for you to accept that he'd set his sights on you.

There was no good reason for a man like him to be interested in a woman like you.

You had seen the woman he often hosted at his large gatherings and you didn't fit their profile. In your mind, you couldn't hold a candle to all of those beautiful women with thin frames, clear skin, and shiny hair.

They were straight out of a painting, sculpted by a God if ever there was one.

You couldn't imagine ever occupying a bit of his attention in the company of those stunning women. It just didn't make any sense to you that he would react that way to you when you saw so little worth in your own reflection.

Still, that didn't change the fact that James was head over heels in love with you.

He had tried to stifle the feelings, as to keep from embarrassing himself, or you. In his mind, you deserved a man far better than him and the fact that he ever thought you would settle for a depraved beast like him was blasphemy.

You were a beacon of light in the dark, dreary world that would have no prayer of meeting your level of divinity. He thought of you as a goddess among men and if he ever had the misfortune of knowing how you truly felt about yourself, the anger would consume him.

You had been crafted specifically for him, his perfect angel. If there was anyone who could raise him from the grasp of hell and evil that held him...it was you.

Not that you would ever believe him if he told you.

In every way, James March thought of you in the same way that you thought of all those other women he invited to his parties.

You were miles above them in every way.

He just had to find a way to prove it to you.

"Isn't it a splendid morning darling?" he called, walking in long strides as he tried to catch up with you on the street. You had gone to get brunch with a few friends, which gave James the perfect opportunity to 'run into you'.

Of course, when James 'ran into you' though, it was only a ruse. He had been watching you carefully all morning in hopes of meeting up with you in the most inconspicuous way he could manage.

James March was many things, but unprepared was not one of them. He was desperate to get your attention, and would do anything it took to get it but he didn't want to risk scaring you away when he was so close to having you for his own.

That would be the worst tragedy of them all.

"Mr.March? I'm sorry, I didn't think I'd run into anyone this morning, I'm hardly dressed for the occasion" you rambled, looking down at your casual dress, silently cursing yourself for not putting on a full face of makeup.

At the very least, you could have done your hair.

The man looked momentarily offended, as if he was going to scold you but held his tongue. Instead he turned his sour expression into a smile, admiring your body-from your head to the tip of your toes.

"Nonsense, you're a vision" he assured, his words leaving his throat like velvet, bathing you in his flirtations. He had always been so keen on saying things like that to you, though you were sure he treated every woman he met similarly.

You never really took his words seriously, though he desperately wished that you would.

It was a miracle really, that you could be so absolutely breathtaking without so much as a well placed curl or pearls around your neck. He ventured to say that you would look just as stunning in hair curlers as you did fully dressed for one of his celebrations.

...he only wished you would give him the chance to prove his theory correct.

"Stop it Mr.March, you mustn't talk like that" you tutted, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, your eyes locked on your feet. James was an intimidating man, with the most beautiful brown eyes that you had ever seen.

You often found it hard to make prolonged eye contact with him without feeling your skin heat up.

He only laughed at your refusal to take the complement. You had been this way since you two met and it always amused him. You just couldn't admit that you were the most splendid creature to have ever existed on this damned earth.

Luckily, you didn't have to admit it to know that James liked you.

He thought that he was obvious about his crush, but you just chalked it up to him being polite. There was no way he actually thought those things about you...no man did.

"And why not?" he wondered, his free hand on his cane, the other in the pocket of his slacks. You smiled, thinking over his question.

There were reasons-you just couldn't think of any right now.

"Are was both not consenting adults? I am attracted to you, and I'd quite like to have you over for dinner" he posed, knowing you would likely refuse as you'd done many times before. James just wouldn't let up on his asking.

...But maybe there was no good reason for you to keep refusing. As best you could tell, March didn't ask more than once-usually.

It wasn't until meeting you that he realized he couldn't take no for an answer. He simply liked you too much.

"Why do you want me? Aren't there more beautiful women you'd rather spend time with?" you wondered, stepping out of your normal bounds. If you were even going to consider agreeing to what he was asking, you had to know.

You had to know what his intentions were.

It was clear that James wasn't going to give in any time soon, so you might as well learn what it was about you that had him so enthralled. You had given it plenty of thought and you still had no clue.

Not that it mattered.

The man in front of you again seemed almost offended by your question but kept it hidden behind a smile. "There is no more beautiful woman than you, dearest" he grinned, reaching out to offer you a hand.

You had no clue what it was exactly that he had planned but you took his hand nonetheless.

James had made a habit of flattering you, but this was different. When you met his gaze, you saw that he was, without a shadow of a doubt, telling you the truth.

It was almost too much to handle.

Still, you nodded, thinking over his words. If he was sure about this, there was nothing going to dinner with James could hurt. "Can I meet you somewhere then?" you asked, giving the man the answer he craved.

He had been waiting so long, he almost wasn't sure he'd heard you right. Still, he smiled, "Please Y/N, I'll send a car to pick you up" he grinned, bringing your hand to his lips to place a light kiss there.

It was settled...you had a date with James March, and there was no going back on it now.

Just as James said, a car came to pick you up in the evening, along with a bottle of sparkling champagne and a box of expensive chocolates. You couldn't imagine how expensive this entire thing was, but you knew better than to ask.

Instead, you sat patiently and waited for the car to arrive wherever it was James had instructed. It shouldn't have been too long of a ride, as best you could tell.

...And you were right.

Before too long, the car pulled up the the hotel Cortez, a new building that James had taken over as his newest project.

It was an exquisite building, unlike any other you'd ever seen and you were actually excited to see the inside of it. Few people had actually seen it yet due to half of the project remaining unfinished at this point.

When you entered the building, you were shocked to find it mostly empty. Instead of construction crews all about, working to finish their work for the day, you were greeted with a single man, facing away from you at the bar.

"Hello?" you called, stopping in your tracks to see James, a glass of dark whisky in his hand and a smile on his face. "There you are darling, I've been waiting" he greeted, closing the distance between the two of you to bring you into a hug.

You had never hugged him before but under the circumstances of the evening, you wrapped your arms around the man.

James had made it clear to you that he was serious about this whole thing, which meant you just had to let go of how uncomfortable you were. "How was the drive? You found the car up to your standards I hope?" he grinned, knowing you weren't at all used to the evening he had provided you with.

The man in front of you was used to a completely different world than you were, but he was determined to bring you into it. If it was up to him, James would have proposed to you by now, but he knew you weren't ready for that.

The most he could hope for as that he could prove his worth to you...and this evening would be a good start.

"It was marvelous Mr.March, thank you" you smiled, taking a step back away from him. You didn't know what he was really expecting from this evening but if this was any indication, you were in for more flattery than normal.

You weren't really sure if you could handle it.

"If you'll follow me upstairs, I've had a full meal prepared" he allowed, reaching out to you lightly to take your hand in his free one. The elevator had yet to be finished, so the two of you had to take the staircase.

There was plastic everywhere, hanging from the walls and blocking off the parts that weren't finished but you didn't mind. Your attention was much more captivated by the intricacy of what James had built and the man himself.

It really was a marvel to behold.

Not that you were in any way surprised.

...When you arrived at the second story, you saw that James hadn't been exaggerating. There was a huge table set up with a lit candelabra in the center and more food than you'd ever seen in one place.

It was too much but you knew better than to argue. Instead, you sat down in the seat he offered you and prepared for the evening ahead of you. You didn't know what to expect but something told you that was okay.

James had always liked to surprise you, so today wouldn't be any different.

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miffy-melly · 6 years

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Done with finals!!!

I'm finally done with school (for now) and can start working on that AHS x Plus size reader fic!

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Two

Summary: After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and social media, where he happens to find you.

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: Descriptions of how Bucky lost his arm, gun fire, injuries, rehabilitation, angst, hurt/comfort, some fluff, ptsd, nightmares, miscommunication, prosthetic malfunction.

Word Count: 5673 Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter One || Chapter Three

The tiny notification burns at the back of your mind all day. You even sent a screenshot to your best-friend. Even though Natasha is on New York time she responds with a hell yes within five minutes. She is nine and a half hours away time zone wise, but she has always been there for you.

Well ever since you both met on twitter and realised you stayed in the same country and just thirty minutes away from each other.

It was a story you promised to tell your children.

Two fangirls turned internet besties to real life besties.

Nat:

You know you should accept, also if he uploads a story, stalk it, screenshot it, and I’ll try tracking him down here. My mission before I come home. Even though he could be anywhere in the continental US

You:

Nat, I do not know how I feel about this? He’s a stranger. Also, could he be from Europe? Oh what if he’s British. *swoon*

Nat:

A stranger who agrees with your bullshit about the hot daga. And you’re turning me over to the authorities for that, I will sue you. If he is British then you are a goner.

Me:

On what grounds? Also idk… about James… like jokes aside.

Nat:

You met me on the internet and look at us now, from One Direction to now other fictional book men and real men.

You:

Compelling point, alright I will accept.

You switch apps hoping your notification doesn’t disturb his sleep. The notification with his name and profile stays where it was, you click on accept. Letting out an exhale you march forwards to the class that awaits your attendance.

You:

I did it!

Wait shit I forgot to follow him back!

Fuck.

Okay now, I did it!

You pause realising you never followed him back, “Shit.”

Rectifying the error, you settle in, sadly looking at Natasha’s empty seat. She would return soon enough, you coax yourself.

You open the app again, throwing caution to the wind by leaving him a message. You smile reading it over. Hoping he would find the humour in it, if not you could just delete everything and change your name then shift to Antarctica. They need people there, right?

The professor enters, placing her things on the podium and everyone grows silent at the sound of her timer chiming off. Her only warning to the class to behave or be thrown out.

You keep your phone away not wanting a repeat of what occurred with another student’s phone. You never knew glass screens could crack that horribly. The best place to keep it is on your bag in between your legs on the ground.

“Alright, if you are paying attention well and good, if not I could care less about the way you are wasting money.” She turns her eyes to the slides, and your phone vibrates the screen lighting up, dimly. Thankfully it is set to silent mode.

@.bbarnes has sent you a message.

The professor gives you a weird look, why on earth would anyone be grinning about ethics? She doesn’t smile for ethics either.

Giving her trademark eye roll she continues forward. Ignoring your presence as always.

It’s almost tempting fate to try and read his message. You give an upward glance as subtly as possible, Listen big guy I know I asked for your assistance this morning with the exam but could you do me a solid? I need to read his message, please. Pretty please.

You know it may not pan out, because the Professor is well, anti social so what call or message would even get her out of the classroom?

You sigh, taking notes, trying to not pretend to drop a pencil and take ten minutes to come back up just to speak to James.

Bucky wasn’t waiting for your response, no, he knew it was a bold move on his part to send a request based on a simple interaction. He really didn’t know what took over him.

“Hey, man are you going to keep looking at the phone or play?” Sam’s voice cuts Bucky’s umpteenth check on his notification tab. Okay so maybe he was waiting.

“Oh don’t be harsh on him, he’s wondering if he can slide into a DM.” Steve teases upon returning with their drinks.

“Stevie.” The man in question warns.

The board game cafe is not too packed and Bucky sits with his left side to the wall. A habit he picked up to avoid lingering gazes.

“Well if he loses he will have a story for the lucky lady.” Sam tries riling Bucky up, placing a draw two for him.

“Oh Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam,” Bucky tsks, and Sam pales, the longer haired man places a draw four, then a draw four again,

“Uno.” Bucky grins, “Oh and the colour is Yellow.”

Sam groans picking up the draw eight, Steve laughs.

“I told you he is a genius at this game.” The blonde laughs further peeking at Sam’s cards, seeing none of them are yellow, but then Sam does a little, “Aha!”

“Wild card, I pick the colour blue.” Sam crosses his arms, smugly leaning back in his chair. Now the man has to pick up a card. Because Sam knows it's yellow. It has to be.

“You know Sam, you remind me of that meme. The baffled Micheal Scott when Toby returns?” Bucky plucks out his last blue card from his card holder, displaying it and Sam does mimic that scene.

“Oh God. No.” Sam groans, the blue card hits the pile and Bucky raises his beer bottle in cheers, smugly grinning.

“I told you not to pick, Uno.” Steve shrugs, reminding Sam, “And what did you do?”

“I picked Uno.” The man grumbles, deflated.

“One day, one day someone is going to beat his ass in Uno.” Sam forewarns.

“Right, sore loser.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“No, I am putting a curse on you.” Sam waves the cards in a circle around Bucky; he and Steve just laugh.

“Just you wait, one day you’re going to come crying that Sam, Sam the curse is true. That day my brother, I will throw a party.” Sam chuckles while taking a sip of his drink.

“Ooh, I’m scared. Me, losing Uno can only happen in a dream.” Bucky shakes his head, if he slept well enough to dream that is, well, complicated, at best.

“I can’t believe there is someone who agrees about the Hot Daga.” Steve starts and Sam wants to groan.

“Man off limit topic. I’ve seen enough arguments. Can we just enjoy the next board game this little shit is pathetic at, please?” Sam requests and they exchange the Uno for Monopoly Deal.

Amidst the chaos and laughter, Bucky wonders, do you enjoy board games? That would be one of the first things he would ask, if you responded. He was sort of worried about the lack of communication from your end. He hoped you weren’t someone who was scarce to respond to messages.

Bucky checks the time as he walks into the apartment. Alpine jumps up at him, sitting on his left shoulder. He knows the arm will be decided for his keeping or not in a few weeks but he can’t help but feel a longing for it. The job Tony gave him, and the pay he could afford it if he saved enough for a few months. He didn’t want charity or pity. Enough of that was thrown his way.

Settling in on his couch with Alpine going feral for the liquid treat. Bucky only laughed and cooed at her as she held his arm so he wouldn’t move the packet away from her.

“You know I won’t take it.” He reminds the little fur ball but she pays him no mind only focused on the flavour of fish.

When the treat is empty the cat simply moves away going to clean herself on her favourite pillow.

“Hey, Alpine, I love you.” The cat pauses, looking at Bucky and then blinks both her eyes slowly. Her way of saying I love you as well. He grins then flicks on the TV needing to watch the latest episode of the series he’s just started.

Soon enough the storyline of the episode isn’t gripping enough and Bucky finds himself drifting off to sleep.

“Sergeant, fall back, I said,” The radio scrambles, “trap—, fall, retreat—, unit retreat—,” The lieutenant’s voice dies down, Bucky feels dread seep into his bones.

Not again. He was supposed to get better.

Flying upward, falling on his arm, two gunshots—he turns his head to the side a fog suddenly surrounding him.

He’s laying on snow now, cold seeps into his bones.

He tries getting up but his left arm takes no weight and his right just feels tired. Numb.

A rustling distracts him, your face visible through the trees, the rest of you obscured.

What are you doing here?

He wants to beg of you to leave, you can’t see him like this, broken. He can’t—, he’s back on barren land, surrounded by blazing guns and an inevitable loss.

Music envelopes the dream his eyebrows furrow, it’s a dream, Bucky needs to leave, he can’t, he can’t stay here.

There is a weight on his chest and then he feels softness on his cheek, he looks up, your hand? You’re caressing his cheek.

How is it—

Bucky’s eyes open, Alpine is curled against his cheek.

A gasp leaves him, his chest rising and falling too quickly. Not enough to keep up. The gunfire from the episode playing triggers his heart rate to still sky rocket. He shuts it off then holds Alpine close letting her purring sooth him.

His phone gleams drawing him further away from the nightmare/dream. Your name in the notifications makes him smile.

He’s about to click it to view your profile a second notification from you distracts the task.

message from @.watchingthemoonlight

@.watchingthemoonlight:

just so you know i accepted for alpine and i to communicate since i have to formally lodge a complaint against her Hufflepuff father.

Lol, jokes aside, hope you’re doing okay, if this message caught you at an odd hour we’re probably in different time zones which sucks but at least there is someone who appreciates fine art as i do. I’m sorry if i disturbed your sleeping time.

Bucky laughs, whole heartedly, he goes onto your profile, opening the first picture you’re with a red haired woman. The goofy smile on your face is endearing the your cheeks have a hint of dimples and your eyes shine at whatever was making you laugh.

The scrolls through the few rows, a few pictures of coffee cups, some of the sky, a few of books and music and one of you holding up a moon shaped lamp.

Intently gazing at it as it illuminated your features even in the darkness. He knows this is just a glimpse into who you are, but he cannot help but find you intriguing.

He goes back to the chat, typing a response waiting for you to reply.

You owed the big guy up there one. The professor was called out by the head of department. So you lunged for your phone as if a human seeing water after ages.

You had to read James’ message about three times before it registered in your mind which was moving a mile a minute.

@.bbarnes:

Alpine might be nocturnal but her business hours for taking feedback on her father are during 9 am to 5 pm and we might be in different timezones yes, and no you didn’t wake me up. I was up anyways, watching a random movie.

It feels great to know another fine art lover.

Also we’re both in Hufflepuff so even if you complain about me, only our house points will go down. Think logically, Doll.

What are you up to? Also what time is it there?

Your heart skips a beat at the nickname, you don’t read much into it, that could be a habit of his, you shrug it off, typing away.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

it is around two in the afternoon, i’m stuck in a lecture on ethics. For the first time in my academic life this professor has disappeared mid lecture.

i will address the concerns i have in the appropriate manner and timing to her.

yes but your insubordination will be written up, also you could get detention. i am thinking logically.

glad i didn’t disturb you, what time is it there?

@.bbarnes:

taking the house down from the inside? do we have our first Hufflepuff dark wizard? gasp, call rita skeeter.

i think some of my presence has to do with the Professor’s disappearance.

It’s around four thirty in the morning. i’m based in new york city.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

check your walls she might be listening in, holy shit she could hack the conversation cause she’s a bug. 🤣🤣 get it cause computer bugs?

woah the big apple, I’ve been there a few years ago, with family, my best friend hails from there! she’s visiting currently.

i think you’re right if you got rid of her then i won’t complain to Alpine.

Also if you’re awake at 4:30 am when are you going to sleep? I know the city never sleeps but you should.

Bucky wants to laugh at your pun, he smiles knowing you’ve travelled before to the city that is becoming his home. There is an almost ten hour difference between you and him but that doesn’t bother him.

He hopes to deflect your question in regards to his sleep because that is a pandora’s box that he would not like to open. Just yet.

@.bbarnes:

did you do all touristy things? please tell me you went to the edge observatory deck, it really is a lovely view.

i will go to bed once i help you survive the remainder of your lecture on ethics.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

I was visiting cousins down in Atlanta, we drove upto New York on the way to their graduation in boston.

so effectively there only for twenty four hours, went to the empire state, roamed around times square and then walked for several, whats that word you guys use? Blocks, yes blocks! For gyro from the halal guys, i wish i could eat it every week (i could daily its that good) have you tried it?

aww, my hero, thank you for your service in being a saviour.

The thank you for your service drudges up more things to avoid than face. His hand shakes as he types trying to distract his mind.

@.bbarnes

what is ‘the halal guys’?

also only twenty four hours? you have to visit again those hours aren’t enough in nyc. i willbe your personal tour guide if I have to be.

you’re welcome

@.watchingthemoonlight:

You’ve been in nyc more than twenty four hours and do not know what the halal guys is?

James, James, James. Go see the link i’m attaching.

I do plan to visit again, once things work out here.

Have you traveled much?

Bucky opens the link you send of their locations and menu when a wave of tiredness hits him. The exhaustion finally catching up. He wants to respond to you before he doses off but the second he lays in his own bed he finds sleep wants to pull him into its warm embrace.

The phone screen gleams in his hold with your message blearily he reads it.

@.watchinginthemoonlight:

so we got dismissed from the lecture hall so you have saved me, successfully.

i hope you fell asleep while dreaming of the menu items from the halal guys.

hope you sleep well, message me when you eat from there or when you wake up.

thank you, James.

ps. give alpine some treats from me

Bucky falls asleep with a smile on his face. Dreamless but comforting.

You snap at a classmate for their sheer stupidity for not labelling the slides correctly for the group project.

“Yikes, if I knew this would happen to him not replying since three days, I would have packed him in my suitcase.” Natasha sips on her coffee as you settle down near her after that disaster of a group meeting.

Nothing seems to be going right. Nothing.

You glance at your phone one more time, the notification tab sits empty and you want to chuck the stupid overpriced glass brick at a wall.

“Nat.” You glower at her.

“No look, conversations like these are too be expected its not always going to be continued texting and exchanging memes.” She explains offering you the muffin she brought.

“I know but I thought the conversations were interesting enough.” You scroll over the past one and a half week’s conversations.

Maybe declining his offer of scrabble was not such a good idea, you could have powered through, your mind reels despite finding fondness through the conversations had with each other.

@.bbarnes has sent you a photo

@.bbarnes:

so i tried The Halal Guys, don’t know why you had to walk blocks and blocks the way is pretty easy. You’re right its really good.

The photo he sent was chicken over rice and seeing the white sauce had you very, very jealous.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

can you send me the white sauce? i don’t care about anything else.

James, please i’m starving here.

@.bbarnes has sent you a video

He zooms in on the white sauce then turns the camera on himself smugly grinning.

@.watchingthemoonlight has sent you a picture

@.bbarnes:

Doll, you need to not pout cause I might just send a FedEx full of the white sauce to you.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

bring it with your fine self?

(error: message unsent)

You hope he didn’t read it, too risky. But he did read it from the chat list.

@.watchingthemoonlight has sent you a picture

Another picture with your own version of kitten eyes. Like puss in the boots.

@.bbarnes:

Alpine has a competitor. Your kitty eyes might just work.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

Really?

@.bbarnes:

I might just bring it myself.

He shoots his shot. If it fails he can always erase his internet presence.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

I’d wait outside the airport with open arms.

She wonders if crossing this territory is a mistake or not. He’s typing so she cannot unsend it.

@.bbarnes:

For the white sauce?

She shakes her head at his humour, while getting told off by her mother about having the phone out at the dinner table.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

Of course for the white sauce.

Bucky shakes his head chuckling, he keeps the phone aside as Sam and Steve begin to bicker again and he adjusts the camera for them, checking the audio levels. This was their 100th livestream so they needed help.

His screen lights up with a message that has him feel warmth in his chest.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

the white sauce would be in your bags so the open arms are for you, James.

You bite your lip, smiling to yourself as you re-read the message sent.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

hey james?

just wanted to check in on you, i might not reply since i’m not feeling that great, my test didn’t go well. also my advisor fully butchered me in front of the committee and just, it was brutal.

I know we had the whole online scrabble game planned but I don’t think I’m up for it… raincheck please?

I’m so sorry.

Bucky furrows his eyebrows, as he lets Peter perform the checks on arm, they had done a newer coding for more complex movements to convert the neuron signalling, to reduce the lag time.

He had sent you a bunch of memes, expecting responses since during the different wake sleep hours that is what you both did and the hours that coincided the two of you would talk about random things— tv shows watched, dreams and aspirations.

He hadn’t yet said anything yet, only keeping it surface level that he was between odd jobs and then found coding.

“Hey, Pete, can we wait a minute?” He requests and Peter nods going to Kamala for getting more readings on the other participants.

@.bbarnes:

Hey doll, i’m so sorry this has got you down. If you need to take time then please do, I’m at work right now I will check back in with you in an hour and if you’re up for what I’m thinking, I hope it makes you feel better.

I could also write an anonymous complaint to your university against the professor. Just say the word.

You feel a hint of a smile, honestly the prospect is tempting. Having the professor be reprimanded. You want to cry at how perfect James is, sweet and caring and funny as hell.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

I hope I didn’t get you down at work, I’ll reply once you’re done, unless I fall asleep.

@.bbarnes:

You can never get me down, doll. Talking to you is the favourite part of my day.

Tell you what? Gather around your faves snacks and just give me an hour.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

It is mine too.

You smile picking yourself put of bed and finding the snacks as requested and sending him a picture of the gathered items.

And that was three days ago.

Bucky tucks his phone back in after reading your reply he walks up to Kamala and Peter to get things back on track.

They work on fine motor and handling fragile objects just as the session is going to come to a close Tony asks him to use his phone exclusively for the left but the touch wouldn’t register at all.

He was getting frustrated, it was now beyond the one hour he has promised you.

“Tony can we please do this tomorrow?” Bucky pleads, his knee bouncing out of the fear of disappointing you on an already hard day.

“Just need to tinker one last thing grumpy pants. Whats got you so anxious? A date?” The man teases and Bucky lets out a breath of frustration.

Tony shakes his head smiling knowingly.

“Okay now try texting her you will be just delayed by ten minutes. Cause here I’m done. Oh use the left hand and Pete record this for me please?” Tony looks at Peter who runs up with his phone set.

Bucky takes a deep inhale, unlocking his phone but when he goes to open the app to speak to you, his metal thumb cracks through the screen and the phone dies in his arm and then a current shoots through his shoulder.

He groans as he falls off the chair and Tony and Peter activate the emergency response triage and all Bucky can feel is failure once again.

Is anything good even meant for him?

The current still moves through making him shake, Bucky girts his teeth to stop himself from screaming.

“Barnes I’m dismounting the arm.” Tony says as he begins the process wearing rubber gloves.

“Get it off! The mounting—,” Bucky yells, the veins in his neck gaining prominence.

Shuri arrives in quickly locating the kill switch and disabling the arm, they watch as Bucky begins to even out his breathing, the red tinge that took over his skin starts returning to normal. Wordlessly he gets up not even looking at the arm that was being programmed to be his, he finds himself in the bathroom right hand clutching the sink as the tap runs to mask his sobs.

All he wanted to be doing right now is having a watch party for some movie with you to take your mind off everything. Bucky looks at his reflection, if you knew you wouldn’t look at him or speak to him again.

“Barnes?” Tony knocks on the door and Bucky splashes his face to erase any evidence of tears.

“Yeah?” He keeps his voice clipped.

“This was a one off, you know that right?” Tony takes off his glasses, “It will take time for things to adjust.”

“Please, I, I don’t think I want to be in the trial anymore.” Bucky tries not to let his eyes tear up again.

“Listen, take the next few days off, I do not want you to quit because of a rectifiable set back. If you still do not feel fine, you may withdraw.”

Bucky meets the older man’s tired but kind gaze.

“You will still be on the coding team, you’re one of the best I’ve seen. Like a sniper almost.” Tony commends they fall into step on their way back to the room. Bucky collects his things and broken phone.

Bucky takes the subway to find some moments to himself before he is left alone with his thoughts. When he comes home, warms his dinner and absentmindedly plays with Alpine’s feather toy making her chase it. The door bell rings and Peter grins up at him holding a white box with a purple ribbon on it.

Bucky raises an eyebrow in question.

“Mr. Stark noted you wouldn’t stop to get a new phone. Also we didn’t have your plan or sim information and hacking felt very wrong.” Peter laughs, “Also Mr. Stark said you should not leave a lady waiting.” The young intern hands the box and then leaves after cooing at Alpine and petting her.

Bucky stares at the box, he could set up with wifi but he hardly remembers anyone’s contact numbers. Deciding to go to the service provider tomorrow assembles his plan.

On the third day post being shocked by his arm he receives his new phone, the models had to be changed because with his lucky only he got defective pieces. He begins to download all the apps while reading the lines of code, noting down the mistakes on the iPad and then proceeding to correct them.

“Have you decided yet?” Stark questions when they are running the trial on another participant.

Bucky shakes his head.

“I’m going to go out on a limb here, are you worried about what the girl whose messages make you go from grumpy to happy thinks?”

Tony only chuckles when he receives a death glare in return.

“Oh come on. Or do I have to call that gorgeous blond friend of yours and flirt with him till he spills the secret.” The head researcher keeps teasing.

“Tony,” Bucky says in warning, logging into the app and then noticing your chat having several unread notifications.

“My advice? Tell her, you won’t know till you do.” He places a comforting hand on his shoulder and Bucky opens the chat, scrolling from where he had lost his device. There are well thought out responses to his jokes and posts that he shared along with a string of your own messages.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

james? are you there?

@.watchingthemoonlight:

morning! i think you got really tired or held up at work, I have decided to stop moping around so bring on more memes. also sending you this really hilarious compilation of each *wheeze* in unsolved. (link attached)

@.watchingthemoonlight:

James, oh my god, that Professor she was kicked out. Apparently she did some money issue and oh shit its this whole thing! when are you free i will send a huge text or voice note depending on what you prefer.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

hey its been almost a day, you aren’t ever AWOL this long… is everything okay? is everyone in the family okay?

@.watchingthemoonlight:

james?

@.watchingthemoonlight:

i hope everything is alright… take care please, i’m hoping it is all okay…

@.watchingthemoonlight:

hey incase you’re finding these messages annoying i’ll stop them… also if you don’t want to talk anymore, I’d understand… i’m sorry

Bucky groans, that was the last one. God he’s made you think he is ghosting you. Fuck. He goes to the break room, as he types.

@.bbarnes:

Doll, I’m so so so sorry, that evening work just went to chaos, please tell me when are you free, I, could we do a video call? Please?

The seen on his screen gives him hope, then you begin typing and then stop.

You:

Nat, he wants to video call, says he wants to explain things

Nat:

okay so he’s either going to be a catfish or he is going to explain

You:

he is not a catfish he sent me a video of him eating the chicken and rice…

Nat:

right sorry, this assignment is kicking my ass, talk to him, lock your door incase things get steamy 💦💦💦💦

You:

Natasha.

Nat:

Y/N. I can feel the sear of your glare, yikes.

Ignoring her you switch apps, going back to James.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

You only have five minutes to explain your absence.

@.bbarnes:

I might need more, doll.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

just call.

Bucky feels his heart pounding, yours does too as the call takes precedence over the phone screen, you connect your headphones for privacy. Answering the call you’re greeted by James’ nervous expression.

“H-hi Doll.” He gives a wave, his face and part of his torso then takes up the screen.

His eyes are so blue? How even is that possible?

You shake your head trying not to drown in those baby blues.

“H-hey, James.” You wave back, taking in his short hair and stubble.

“So um, I’m going to get right to it,” He scratches the back of his neck.

“Yes, explain yourself.” You glare at him, he pales slightly.

“Doll…” He attempts to find the right words for you.

“Look, if, if you wanted to stop talking a message would do—,”

“I would be a fool to stop talking to you, remember what I said? Talking to you is the best part of my day?” He questions and you nod and Bucky can see that one stray ringlet of your hair bounce.

“Well guess what? Seeing you and talking to you this way may just take the cake.” He beams when you smile.

“Are you okay? I was worried…” You trail off.

“Okay, Y/N, um, this might be a hard conversation but, I think you need to know so I can explain my three day absence.”

You look at him confused and then he stands blocking the camera with his navy shirt and then he moves back till you can see his legs.

“James, what—your, your arm? Are, did it, when?” You look from the missing limb to his face, he knows your mind is probably running a mile a minute.

“Remember when I also said I was here and there with things? I was enlisted in the arm from nineteen to twenty six, the last two years I’ve been rehabilitating back…” He watches every expression on your face from shock to understanding to sadness.

“I, James, thank, thank you for trusting me enough to share this part of your life… I’m, I’m sorry you had to go through that ordeal. Is, are you going to the VA or any support groups?” You ask, he nods.

“I um, yeah being in the army does come at a price mentally and emotionally. I enrolled in a trial the arm malfunctioned and I broke my phone and then the replacement phones had manufacturing issues. That is why I was gone. Not, not because I did not want to talk to you, could never want to give up our friendship.” He admits, you smile at him.

“When are you going back to try the arm again? Also I hope you know you are not inadequate without your arm. You’re capable of doing everything you want to.” You say and he sniffles.

“I, thank you, I thought you would not—,” He coughs to cover the emotion taking over his throat.

“Oh, James, no, never, I, please never think I would judge you or base our friendship on you not having your arm, you were serving your country and that is a brave task. I’m sure adjusting back to civilian life is hard enough without all the societal judgemental fuckery bullshit.” You offer a small smile. Encouraging him to feel okay to be vulnerable.

“I was scared to lose you, Doll.” He admits.

“I’ll always be here, James on the other side of the screen.” You promise.

“I’ll always be on this side of the screen too.” he gives you a warm smile.

You both smile at each other knowing the conversation isn’t over but knowing that a new facet of your friendship has bloomed, a deeper root connecting the two of you.

“Is that an Edward Cullen poster?” Bucky suddenly spots your old poster that never could be brought down because you superglued it.

“Way to ruin a sweet moment.” You roll your eyes at him laughing his butt off.

“Alright, alright, enough.” You warn him, as he still laughs, “I will cut the call, James.”

“Hey, no, no, I’d never given too much into how I would die,” He grins as realisation dawns on you that he is quoting the opening words, “But dying in the place of someone I loved, seems like a good way to go.”

“How many times have you watched it?” You ask bewildered.

“Far too many.” He giggles and you want to beg your brain to never forget that sound.

“You have to watch it with me, you owe me a movie party. As punishment for your misdeeds.” You warn with a smile.

“I’ll gladly pay my dues.” He grins and you both fall into an easy conversation till he has to get back to work and you have to get back to your assignment. The call comes to an end reluctantly. You sigh keeping your phone on the small stand, pulling the textbooks back in place.

As you begin to write the first line, the notification draws your attention back.

@.bbarnes:

just keep the call on, I’ll keep you company and you keep me company. Don’t want to hang up yet.

You smile full of mirth and a chest full of butterflies as the second notification takes up the screen.

@.bbarnes incoming videocall.

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voxmortuus · 3 years

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Little Poppet

Pairing: James Patrick March x Plus Sized Submissive/Little F!Reader

Universe: AHS Hotel

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Summary/Prompt: A request from the lovely @luciferslittleastre: A James Patrick March fanfiction or headcanon of him discovering Daddy Kink?

TW: Smut below the cut | Dominant Male | Submissive Female | Daddy Kink

Image Credit: @tiedyedragons

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"Oh Daddy!" You moan, finishing, tilting his head, and he stops and looks at you.

"What?" He asked.

"Daddy..." You chuckle. "You don't like it?" You ask, biting your lip and covering yourself with the sheet.

"I... I don't know." He tilts his head. "But I'm not your daddy." he sounded confused.

"Do you not understand?" you question.

"No... No, I do not." James states matter of factly

"Daddy, it's a term." you chuckle

"It's also what a child calls their father." he states.

"It's also a kink."

"A what?" he arches a brow.

"A kink... Let me teach you." You chuckle

"Yes! Educate me!" He states rather excited to learn something new.

"Okay, DD/lg is--" he stops you.

"Wait... the alphabet is involved?" He asks.

"Daddy Dom/little girl... and yes, sometimes it is." You giggle. "You're so cute, now listen." You state. "This is an ageplay kink, something that two consenting adults take part in. Daddy is just that, the authoritative figure. Daddy takes care of the little. He makes finger foods, tells her she's too little to do things, sets special rules, protects her, takes care of her. You following." you ask, hoping it's not too much at once.

Slowly he nods his head. "Yes. Daddy. Protects, feeds, sets rules, takes care, such as?" he asks.

"Well, bath times, walks, trips to the park or zoo, holds hands, cuddles, head pats, you know..."

"Ahh, yes... trips to the zoo I can't go to."

"Well, we can pretend. I can use my stuffies and make a zoo. But we can build forts and we can pretend! We can have fun! It'll be a good little space!" You get excited.

"Little what?" He asked.

"Little space is where you enter the headspace of careless life away from responsibility full adult world. That's where Daddy is a big help. Daddy helps enforce that. Daddy is important." You smile.

"I see, yes I get it." He nods, a little more intrigued. He liked the idea of what he was hearing.

"It is not always sexual & in fact is a lifestyle in its own right! Non-sexual ddlg relationships can include activities such as coloring, playing & general fun/innocent activities that can help to ease stress from everyday life. " you tell him.

"It can be sexual?" He arches his brow and smirks.

"Oh yes Daddy, it can be. I can show you if you'd like?" You smirk, reaching across the bed, grabbing your stuffy and your favorite paci out of your purse.

He looks at you, and his smile grows wide. "Oh, yes indeed."

"Okay daddy, sit down. Let me ride you, but you gotta teach me. I want to make sure I have to do it right okay?"

"Okay, Sweetheart. No... My Little Poppet. I want you to sit on Daddy's cock and keep him warm." He smirked, looking down. "Oh, that talk got me all excited." He chuckled.

Smiling, you look over his face and bite your lip. You crawl over to him and climb into his lap, grabbing your stuffy close and sticking your paci in your mouth. You slowly settle on his hard throbbing cock. You let out a little whimper, and he looks over your face.

"No, no Little Poppet, it's okay. You got to take all of Daddy, it will feel good. I promise."

Nodding your head, you let out a slow breath and slowly ease yourself down on him.

"That's it Little Poppet, all the way." He coaxes you. "You like Daddy's cock Poppet?" he asks you.

"Oh yes, Daddy. Your cock is perfect." You praise.

"Am I doing okay?" He asks.

Giggling, you nod.

"Okay, good. Now Little Poppet, you need to move your hips, like this." He states, guiding your hips back and forth, his hands on your hips are gentle yet pressed at the same time.

Letting out a soft paci blocked moan, you grip your teddy bear tightly. "You feel good, daddy." You tell him.

"You're so tight and wet, Poppet." He praises you. Guiding your hips a little longer. "That's it, Poppet, now like this." He controls your hips up and down. "Goodness, your tight little pussy feels so good." He groans as he picks up his pace with your hips.

Moving up and down with ease, you grip your bear a little tighter, and with your other hand, you play with your paci in your mouth, letting out little moans. Your breathing picks up, and your pussy grips around his hard cock, as James rocks you back and forth. He thrusts up into you and grips your hips tightly and slams you down onto him hard. With a whimper, you let out a jagged breath as your hips buckle.

He takes his hands off your hips and grips your breasts. With one hand he moves up and takes the paci from your lips and puts his thumb in your mouth. "Now Poppet, ride Daddy's cock like I showed you." He tells you. "Just like I showed you." He coaxed you as you suck on his thumb. He lets out a heavy groan as you place your hand on his chest and the other grips your bear. Moaning with his thumb in your mouth he wraps his arm around you guiding you a bit more. You pull out a bit focusing on the head of his cock. "That's right Poppet, Daddy likes that... God Poppet, you feel amazing." He smiles as his hand runs over your curvy thick body. He loves it.

You start to move faster focusing on the head of his cock as he slowly pushes up into you, feeling every bit of him, you whimper as he runs a thumb across your lip you start to move faster.

He turns you over, and still. inside you, he looks over your face. "Daddy's going to make you feel good." He boops your nose and begins to thrust into you with this wild need, an intense frenzy that washes over him. As he thrusts, he grinds his hips against you. "Does that feel good?" He asks you.

"Daddy, Fuck, Daddy. Don't stop. It feels so good." you whimper as you grind your hips against him. He doesn't stop, picking up a bit, a little rougher.

"Fuck daddy, you keep doing that. It feels so good on my pussy." You whine.

"No Poppet, that's Daddy's pussy." He smiles.

"Yes, That's Daddy's pussy. Fuck your pussy, Daddy." You beg softly.

As he grinds his hips, his cock pulsating, throbbing, feeling the pressure build he growls a primal growl. "You're pussy is going to make Daddy cum."

"Oh! Fuck, Daddy!" you moan. "Cum in your little girl's pussy, Daddy."

"Oh fuck!" He growls again, thrusting hard against you, he presses harder, shoving his cock deep inside you, and he lets out a heavy growl, and he fills you.

"FUCK DADDY! DADDY! I'M GOING TO CUM!" You scream.

"Cum on Daddy's cock, Poppet, come on! Cum for Daddy." He coaxes you.

"DADDDDDY!!!" You scream, and your body shakes, your breathing pants, your legs are shaking, and you grip your teddy bear tighter.

"Fuck yes, Poppet." He smirks. "Did Daddy feel good?" He asks you.

"Oh yes, Daddy felt amazing." you smirk.

When he pulls from you, he sits next to you, and you curl up with your head against his chest. He kisses you softly and looks down at you. "How did I do?"

"You'll be a good Daddy. I can tell." You smile, holding him close.

"Would you like some Juice Poppet? Or a snack?"

"You're going to be a perfect Daddy." You say with a nod. "Yes, please." you nod again.

Reaching under the bed when he gets down, he grabs a couple more of your stuffed animals surrounding you with them and hands you your laptop. "I don't know what I'm doing, so please, watch what makes you happy. That's what I'm supposed to do, right? That helps with... space?" He asked.

Giggling, you nod. "Yes, Daddy. I got it. Juice?" You ask.

Nodding his head. "Yes, Juice." He looks around and finds a cup with a straw. Pouring the juice into it, he gives you the juice, puts your paci in your mouth, and kisses your head.

"Fink you, Daddy." You smile, watching him walk around nude.

As he sits in the bed next to you, you smile. "Daddy?" You ask.

"Yes Poppet?"

"Later, can you show me how to play with that?" You ask, pointing to his cock.

"Oh, absolutely Poppet, Daddy will like when you play with his cock." He smirks.

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lilydalexf · 3 years

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Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with bugs

bugs has 40 stories at Gossamer. They mostly focus on Mulder and Scully, but there are also some goodies featuring Reyes and Doggett. I’ve recced some of my favorites of her fics here before, including The Link. She also co-ran WhyIncision, a fun, smart X-Files mailing list that dissected fics like a book club. Big thanks to bugs for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

Not really. While I was still in high school, I started watching the then 20 year old OG Star Trek and became a Trekkie of a sort. Starlog magazine, James Blish novels and the other novelizations, and while I was working as a library page, I found fanfiction one day among the periodicals. Who knows how fanfiction ended up as part of a library's materials, but there it was, this tattered mimeographed collection. The fic that had the most impact on me was one where Nurse Chapel wrestled a giant alien snake to save Spock's life.

So when I got into XF, one of the first things I did was look for fanfic, knowing somewhere out there, Scully was wrestling a big snake for Mulder.

That experience showed me the power of fandom, that even without the internet, how the second generation of Trekkies joined the original group to advocate for the franchise to be revived. I remember sitting in the theater for that first awful Star Trek movie, choked up with what we'd done.

Tragic backstory way to say, no I'm not surprised that a well-produced show like XF would beget future generations of fans, and that they'd be chewing their way through the fanfic archives still being maintained.

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

I'm so grateful to the fandom. Literally formed the life I have today through the confidence it gave me. Many of my friends to this day are 'pocket friends' from the various fandoms I've been in, and the longest friendships were formed in XF. I learned how to write, both technically and finding my voice. I learned how to think analytically, more than any college courses.

The two most important things I took away were, write for yourself first and always, and shit ain't that damn important. In the end, it's a TV show.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

YIKES. I came in at the Fight the Future summer hiatus, so the waning days of ATXC, then we moved to mailing lists, right? Yahoo Groups was in there somewhere. Finally message boards. Live Journal rose up at the end of the run which began to fragment the fandom even before the show ended, along with the migration off our individual websites to Archive of Our Own, fanfiction.net and such. We went from group discussion platforms to 'come look at my blog for my thoughts'. It was different and I didn't particularly like it, but in the end, when I came back to fandom for a new show....I had to get a Live Journal. That's the most interesting part of fandom, that a platform doesn't mold a fandom; we use the platform and when it's no longer useful to us, we abandon it en mass.

What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

I've touched on that a bit, but to elaborate, I'm glad I started in the XF fandom. It had such high standards and I hope that I maintain those standards for myself to this day. These days, I don't usually have a beta reader, but that took a couple hundred posted fics to get to that point.

Having seen the same exact flamewars and divides and squabbles over and over, seen how the taste of 'fame' can drive someone to be rather unpleasant, has given me a much more 'whatever' attitude. It's sort of comforting when joining a new fandom to know what's going to happen next in its natural progression.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

There's a meme "I have a type," and XF definitely had that type, but it just took me a while to get there. I was away at college then working on the road when the show started, and wasn't home on Friday nights most of the year. My mother has always been a big sci-fi fan, so she actually was watching before me. I don't like scary things, and would leave the room if it was on when I'd visit her. I was home for Christmas when Christmas Carol/Emily aired and I remember standing tentatively just inside the room so I could flee if necessary, and watched Scully go through the wringer, and ranting, "What the hell is this? Why are they putting that poor woman through this!?" I also saw how the show was doing the big ship tease, and I was like, uh, I don't have time for this. Even by my 20's, I'd been done wrong by so many shows that I'd become bitter. But the first film trailers suggested they were actually going from UST to RST, so I figured I could give 2 hours of my time for that. And yeah...but I was hooked, and WENT TO BLOCKBUSTER AND RENTED THE VHS TAPES TO CATCH UP....this interview is making me feel very old.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

I've always been a shipper and have no shame in that, as I think forming and maintaining a relationship is the most conflict-ridden enterprise humans can attempt, and thus is the most challenging thing to write about. Like many fanfic writers, I'd 'told stories in my head' ever since I can remember about the characters from books, shows and movies. It was just a matter of then writing it down for the first time.

After I was sucked into the show and it was still the summer hiatus, I got on my first computer, dialed up that screeching modem, and went on Netscape to search for that fanfic I knew had to be out there from my Trek experience a decade ago. Like many people, after inhaling much of the delicious fics out there, I decided I can do that. I'm someone who's very methodical on my approach to something new, so I studied what worked/what didn't, the expected formatting, got a sense of the culture I was entering, acquired a critical beta reader, so when I actually submitted the first chapter to AXTC, I was calm and confident.

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

I watch from the sidelines, with a vague little smile on my lips.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

Yes, I have. Battlestar Galactica had a lot of Philes, but it was still a big step away from the very organized fandom in X-Files. Plus, with so many characters, there could be lots of little groups focused on their favorites. Same in the Downton Abbey fandom. Just a different dynamic.

On the other end of the spectrum, one of my most popular fics is in the Silence of the Lambs fandom which I've never been involved with any other fans or their fandom, if it exists. It just sits out there on fanfiction.net and chugs along with the reads. My current fandom is The Doctor Blake Mysteries which is tiny but mighty--the saying is, we're six people and a shoelace. It's shown me that it's not the size, not the 'fame' possible, but the passion that makes a fandom.

Sadly, at least at this time, I don't think there will ever be an experience like The X-Files heyday. It was such a golden moment of the rise of internet and home computer use by the general public, a large generation of educated women having the time to participate in fandom, and there wasn't the amount of 'noise' that is distracting us all now. I'm so glad that you're doing this exercise to record our thoughts. We've already lost so many of the OG folks. My first beta, Janet Caires-Lesgold; Trixie, way too young; Shari, also too young; Brandon D Ray, leaving his family too soon; and many more.

(Posted by Lilydale on March 9, 2021)

#old school x #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #xf fanfic author interviews #bugs

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crash-cinematic-universe · 4 years

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masterlist

American Horror Story-

American Horror Story-Tate Langdon Fics: And the walls came crumbling down- To you, Tate Langdon was nothing less than a perfect boyfriend and a genuinely good person. Then, you decided to do some googling.

Series:

DISCONTINUED (for now): Headfirst for Halos (1, 2, 3, 4, 5) - Y/n L/n is the type of teenager every parent fears; punk rock, angry, abrasive– the list goes on. Everyone who knew her thought she was a rough-and-tough, unforgiving delinquent who would end up in jail. That is, until she met Tate Langdon and managed to soften. Then, the killing began.

Kit WalkerFics:Anxiety V.S. Kit Walker- Kit Walker is there for you, no matter what.

the ghosts that linger- The horrors of Briarcliff Asylum haunt Kit Walker like ghosts

James Patrick March

Fics:

The Hotel Cortez and Everything It Contains- for the first time in a long time, James Patrick March tries to right one of his many wrongs.

Headcanons:

James Patrick March/plus sized!reader headcanons

James Patrick March moving on headcanons

Kai Anderson

Fics:

Glass Kingdom- Kai Anderson gets his ass beat by Lana Winters.

Amazon Eve

Fics:

The Colorful Days- After years of working as a freak in Jupiter, Florida, the days had lost their color. That was, until a certain woman showed.

X-Men

Peter Maximoff

Fics

Home- Peter Maximoff just wants to feel at home.

I’m Alive- After a mission goes terribly wrong, Peter realizes he needs to make good use of the time he spends alive.

Blurry- A mysterious silver blur has been in your peripheral for as long as you can remember– eventually, you get fed up.

A Dreamlike Longing- Your role in life is to fight off evil in the real world, but you could’ve never prepared for the battle against the evil in your dreams. Thankfully, you won’t have to do it alone.

Pride, in Every Sense of the Word- Peter Maximoff loves his perfect little family more than anything in the world.

Tear Open My Chest and Steal My Lungs- Peter Maximoff has the Hanahaki disease, and he’d rather die than face rejection. HANAHAKI AU

Hey Lover- Peter agrees to be Erik’s best man at his wedding despite one problem: he can’t dance. Thankfully, you’re there to help him.

love and death are on in the same- Peter Maximoff was all-too-familiar with unrequited love.

Pigeon- Peter Maximoff is blowing away with the breeze without you to anchor him.

Fairy Lights, A Christmas Story, and a Metallic Jacket- Christmas is rolling around, and Peter is determined to create some positive memories.

Vodka, and the Wonderfully Dirty Side Affects- Who knew that vodka could turn an average night into one to remember. (NSFW)

It Will Always Be You- Peter goes toe-to-toe with the love of his life.

she can prove it with a solid right hook- A stranger arrives at the mansion and immediately begins to harass Peter. Thankfully, you handle the situation.

Beauty Lies in the Pockets of a Silver Jacket- When you decided to be Peter for Halloween, you never considered how hard it would be to acquire his prized jacket. (NSFW)

Anyone Who Knows What Love Is Will Understand- Peter suddenly finds out what the gaping hole in his memory is hiding.

High Score- You’re trying to beat Peter’s high score in PacMan and he so graciously decided to give you a little incentive. (NSFW)

Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off- nobody likes the opening band– except, of course, the lead singer’s secret girlfriend, who just happens to be the headliner (NSFW)

Let the Patter of the Rain Become the Rhythm- Peter Maximoff’s pessimism is defeated by your pure determination.

stories from the rooftop- Peter Maximoff is sitting next to a pretty girl on the roof.

Thunderous- Peter has always been afraid of thunderstorms

Holographic Sand is a Kickass Band Name- peter learns that a fuckton can change in the course of a week

Fuzzy- Life in Westview is picture perfect, even if that picture is too fuzzy to see clearly.

Skeleton party- After a surprise attack on the mansion, peter realizes exactly how much you can handle.

tiger lilies, self destructing, and richard siken- to peter maximoff, love is an anomaly that scares him more than anything else. however, you might be able to help him overcome his fear.

technicolor grief- tragedy strikes Peter Maximoff like a bullet train and he’s forced to push through the colors of grief

an interdimensional family road trip- after Peter disappears in a cloud of smoke, you, Erik, and Charles go on a fun-filled family road trip across the universe.

the worst part- you’re the messenger that’s carrying the most heartbreaking message imaginable to the Maximoff household.

Rumor has it- you were gifted with the ability to speak things into existence-- however, often times it felt more like a parasite than a gift

Series:

Peter Maximoff is completely, utterly, and undoubtedly in love (1 & 2)- Peter had no idea a simple mission would change his life forever. He also had no idea how much he liked the bass guitar.

UNFINISHED: A Speedster, A Nuclear Bomb, and a Worn Down Walkman (prologue, 1)

Headcanons:

Affection Starved Peter Maximoff Headcanons

Jealous Peter Maximoff Headcanons

Platonic Peter Maximoff Headcanons

Peter Maximoff Crush Headcanons

Domestic Peter Maximoff Headcanons

Waking Up Next To Peter Headcanons

Peter Maximoff/ME 3am discord headcanons

General Peter Maximoff Headcanons

Submissive Peter Maximoff Headcanons

Peter Maximoff NSFW alphabet

dad!peter and Luna!daughter headcanons

Peter Maximoff/hydrokinetic!reader headcanons

Peter Maximoff/Male!reader headcanons

Peter Maximoff hurt/comfort headcanons

Peter Maximoff/Xavier!reader headcanons

Drabbles:

Peter Maximoff/Howlet!reader drabble- Saying your older brother, Logan, was overprotective would be an understatement.

Anger Issues- Peter Maximoff had fallen in love with the most inconvenient person possible– Y/n Wilson, daughter of the infamous Wade Wilson

Scott Summers

Headcanons:

Scott Summers Fake Dating Headcanons

Drabbles:

Heart Eyes- Scott Summers is madly in love with his girlfriend, and frankly, his friends are sick of it

Warren Worthington III

Headcanons:

Warren Worthington III Fluff Headcanons

Jealous Warren Worthington III Headcanons

Warren Worthington III Crush Headcanons

Warren Worthington III NSFW alphabet

Ororo Munroe

Storm general headcanons

Community

Trobed-

One shots-

Incredibly short trobed things

Abed Nadir needs to count the seconds- Abed Nadir hates being alone in general, so when his friends disappear and leave him alone in a sea of job-seeking students he struggles to keep his head above water.

Troy Barnes and his forgotten love confession- troy and abed wake up in the library surrounded by their disoriented classmates with their memories wiped. Unfortunately for troy, one look in his friend’s eyes caused the entire forgotten ordeal to play out inside his head-- including the love confession that ended with a scream of agony.

Headcanons-

Troy Barnes headcanons

Abed Nadir headcanons

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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Can I ask what's in your inbox rn? ♥️

Updated: 27 March 2020

WIP List:

I’m procrastinating on the Elliot pieces because I’m concentrating on finishing Decryption_Error (I’m so close I could cry). I like to write random short pieces while I’m working on something longer, so keep that in mind if you want to submit a request--I like a little diversity to see what sparks the muse 😊

Longer WIPS:

Ahk x Male Reader Series: University students/Meeting parents/Misc adventures

Poker Game in the Bayou with Merriell “Snafu” Shelton (SMUT)

Decryption_Error: THREE MORE CHAPTERS (”Mr. Robot,” “Master Mind,” and “Catastrophic_Failure”

Requests

Comfort piece for Elliot post 4x07 with a plus-size, nurse!reader

"Dat's not gonna work on me, little girl." - Mer

Elliot x reader where he feels bad for not being more materialistic and like cuddly and stuff so he tries really hard but just fail really bad and the reader notices so tells them they appreciate it but he doesn't need to do that kinda stuff and it's just really fluffy and stuff

“Have you ever danced in the rain?” - Elliot - fluff 😊😊

“I’ll always know that once upon a time, my heart was yours.” - I’ll leave the character up to you/fluffy angst

Could you do an Elliot x reader where Elliot keeps embarrassing himself in front of the reader and he just feels really frustrated that he can't walk by you and not fuck something up you can end how ever you want

Can you do an Elliot x reader in the honour of No Time To Die where Elliot slowly gets drunk (not too drunk) on wine while binge watching James Bond films with the reader and makes meta comments about them before he falls asleep.

Elliot alderson x reader where Elliot sees the reader where the reader wants Elliot to meet there friends and it's just kinda sweet and wholesome and crap

Steve DiBiasi + "What are you-"

You going to help me out with this? Snafu + smut

Steve Dibiasi x male reader? Fluff, strangers to friends?

#asks #inbox stuff #what's in da box beeetch #requests

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Bite Me Pt3

ask and you shall receive

Elizabeth/The Countess x Plus Size/Chubby Reader x James March

Imagine: Elizabeth and James are both attracted to you and each of them want to have you for themselves.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: swearing, attempted drug use, assault

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

You’d tried to stay away from the Cortez after your moment with Elizabeth, but you kept finding yourself heading towards it. No matter how much you wished you could leave, fate pulled you back in through those doors, into that familiar lobby. You gave up pretending that you kept coming back to see Will. You’d returned quite a few times and had yet to see your friend. You weren’t overly eager to see Elizabeth or James just yet either, you just felt like you belonged within the walls of the Cortez, like it had claimed you as one of their own.

You were currently sat at the bar, sipping away at a vodka and coke, staring down at your nearly empty glass with a bored expression on your face. A look that attracted the attention of a woman sat at the end of the bar. You heard movement and turned your head slightly to be able to see her moving into the seat right next to you. You’d seen her briefly around the hotel a couple of times but never long enough to ask for her name. Your voice slurred ever so slightly as you said, “Don’t tell me, you’re a ghost too.” She scoffed, taking a drink of her own, “No shit, how’d you figure that one out?” You shrugged your shoulders, “Just a hunch.” You leaned back a little too far in your stool and had to quickly grip onto the bar to stop yourself from falling over, feeling your heart race from nearly falling.

She put her hand on yours, “You’ve got to be more careful baby.” She grinned at you and you smiled back. She moved closer, so close you could smell the smoke on your breath and you had to hold back a cough. Her hand found its way onto the top of your thigh, “You wanna come back with me to my room, don’t you baby.” You reached for your glass and downed the rest of your drink, taking a deep breath to get rid of the weird feeling at the back of your throat, “Why not? If you tell me your name first.” She leaned in close, her lips against your ear, “Sally.” She gently tugged your earlobe between her teeth and swiped her tongue over your neck before pulling away.

Your drunken mind took a little longer to process what just happened, remaining still and silent in your seat for a few seconds before you gave Sally a grin, “Hello Sally, I’m (Y/N).” She smirked, “Oh I know who you are, the whole hotel knows your name sweetpea.” You didn’t think to question what she meant by that, only focusing on hopping off your stool without falling over. You felt a hand grab your wrist and you turned to see Liz holding you, “Are you sure you want to go through with that, you’re too drunk to see how pathetic she is.” Sally glared at her and you shook you arm free, “Stop it Liz, that’s not nice. I’m sure Sally is a lot more fun than sitting at a bar by myself like a loser.”

Sally wrapped her arm around your shoulder as she lead you over to the elevator, “Exactly, I’m gonna show you a real fun time tonight baby, you’re gonna love me.” You only giggled as she spun you away from Liz and into the elevator to take you up to her room. In the elevator, you managed to trip over your own feet and would have hit your head against the elevator door had Sally not caught you in time, pulling you against her, “You need to be more careful, can’t have you hurting yourself before we have any fun.”

You didn’t say anything in response, only watching her lips as they got closer and closer to yours. You felt your heart beating so fast, it felt like it was going to shoot out of your chest. It didn’t feel the same as when Elizabeth kissed you, it felt wrong. You turned your head to the side to get away but she easily grabbed your face to turn you back, kissing you roughly, pushing you back against the wall, “Don’t change your mind now baby, we haven’t gotten to the fun part yet. Don’t you wanna have fun with Sally? Don’t you love me?” Your drunken mind wasn’t able to think of a response, but you felt your eyes start to well up, regretting this decision. Why didn’t you listen to Liz?

The elevator opened and Sally grabbed a hold of your arm, dragging you along the corridor to her room where she wasted no time pulling you inside. You stumbled in and she took you over to the bed where she lightly pushed your shoulder, the pressure enough to confuse your reflexes to prevent you from saving yourself as you fell onto the soft cover of the bed. You closed your eyes briefly but opened them as you felt Sally crawling on top of you, straddling your waist. She gripped your left arm in her hand and held up a syringe with the other, “Don’t worry baby, a few hits of this and you’ll love me in no time.” You saw tears streaming down her face and almost felt sorry for her, if she wasn’t currently trying to inject drugs into you.

Finally, you had the common sense to scream, “HELP! I-” Sally covered your mouth, glaring down at you, “Shut up! You promised, you’re gonna thank me for this, it’s gonna be the best fucking thing you’ve ever experienced.” She moved up to kneel on your arms, making you cry out more from the pain, it being muffled by her hand. You tried to struggle more as you watched the needle get closer and closer, kicking but you weren’t strong enough to kick your legs up to knock Sally off you. Your own tears streamed down your face as you gave up fighting and waited for the inevitable, but it didn’t happen. You looked up to see Sally being strangled by two hands but you weren’t in a position to see who those hands belonged to.

She was thrown to the side of the room, away from you where she glared at James in the corner, “Asshole, she was mine!” You shook with each breath you took, closing your eyes as you saw Elizabeth approach into your line of sight from behind James. You didn’t want them to see you like this, you were so embarrassed. You felt two soft hands hold your cheeks and thumbs wiping away your tears, “Come on darling, lets go.” Her voice was as soft as her touch as she spoke to you, leading you out of Sally’s room and taking you up to her own apartment. You awkwardly stood in the doorway, holding your left arm and looking down at the ground, sobered up and feeling lower than low. You were angry that you let yourself be taken advantage of like that, there were so many ways you could have stopped it from happening.

Elizabeth walked you over to the couch where she sat you down and made you lie down with your head in her lap. She stroked your hair slowly, lightly scraping your nails along your scalp in such a relaxing way you felt as though she was compelling you to sleep. You forced yourself to stay away though, straining your ears to hear what she was saying, “You’re safe now, my sweet. You’ll always be safe with us.” You briefly heard a set of footsteps approach but it was clear who it was by the voice that filled the silence, “The fiend is being punished as we speak, she will never dare to think about touching (Y/N) again.” Elizabeth hummed in almost disinterest, not really caring about anything now that she had you with her now. There was only a second of silence before she spoke, “Leave us James.” You suspected there was an exchanging of looks in place of a conversation but your eyes felt too heavy to open to see. You only heard the retreating footsteps of James walking away.

You weren’t exactly sure when you fell asleep but you were alone when you woke up. It looked dark outside but there were a few lights around the room so you could see. You rubbed your eyes and blinked a couple times to focus your eyes before you got up and left the room, being as quiet as possible not to attract anymore attention. You headed downstairs, prepared to walk outside and back to your small apartment but as you approached the stairs, you felt anxious almost, like there was something dangerous on the other side. You stepped closer to the door and felt a pain in your head, making your press your palms against your forehead. Dizziness crept up out of nowhere, making you sit down on one of the lobby chairs but no soon as it started, the pain stopped. You looked around but only saw Iris at the front desk flicking through the pages of some kind of magazine or catalogue.

She gave you a brief look, “It’ll be all that drinking you were doing last night. You kids never learn.” You groaned and felt another wave of tiredness come over you. Without really thinking about it, you moved to curl yourself up into the chair, your legs hanging over the edge and your arms wrapped around yourself. Your eyes closed by themselves, too heavy to keep open any longer. To you, it felt as though a second had passed but in reality, it was about four in the morning, a few hours after you had fallen asleep. You were being shaken gently at first but it got rougher as you didn’t wake up. You let out a disgruntled whine as you moved to sit up, opening your eyes to see a little boy in front of you. You hadn’t seen him before, you’d remember a little boy with long white hair like the one standing in front of you. He stared at you and you stared back at him, until he finally tilted his head to the side and said, “Are you Mommy’s friend?” “Uh, that depends. Who’s your Mommy?” He looked down, “My Mommy has white hair like mine and dresses real nice but my other Mommy has blonde hair and her name is Alex.”

Alex? You recognised that name, wasn’t she- “Oh, you must be Holden. It’s nice to meet you.” Liz had told you about John and his wife as well as their kid who stayed here with Elizabeth. You were a little weary of the way this kid kept looking at your bare wrists so you pulled your sleeves down to hide them from his view. He didn’t say anything else before he ran away and you thought that was the end of the conversation when he stopped at the top of the stairs and waved you over to follow him. You got up and walked after him, seeing that he was waiting for you. You didn’t really want to go on some kind of adventure right now, you were still exhausted, but you didn’t want to disappoint this kid.

You’d been lead down a number of hallways, corridors and passageways that you were getting sick of it, “Where are we going?” Holden finally slowed down and stopped in front of a wall that looked the same as all the others in the hotel. You were confused as he pushed on it and it opened, revealing a bright light behind it that showed a whole new room. Your curiosity got the better of you as you slowly stepped inside, taking it all in. The walls were the whitest shade you’ve ever seen and there was lots of video games, candy and toys all over the place. You were standing in one place until Holden came along and grabbed your hand, leading you over to a large white couch where he sat you down in between him and a little girl who also had long white hair.

You didn’t question it, just accepting whatever this was, smiling as you were handed a controller. At first, you had enough energy to pretend that you were interested in the game but your body slowly began to grow tired again and it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep again, your head rolling back into a position you would regret in the morning. The two children next to you continued to play their game. They knew they weren’t allowed to feed from ‘Mommy’s’ friends so they had to ignore the sleeping woman next to them.

When Elizabeth found you asleep in the play room for her children, one still either side of you, she knew she wasn’t going to let you go. You had accepted her children, a part of her that not many had the heart to acknowledge but you did. She smiled as she woke you up, telling her children to go play elsewhere for a while. They left and Elizabeth took the opportunity to sit on your lap, holding your head in her hands. You slowly woke up and immediately groaned from pain, your neck sore and aching. You were startled to say the least to see Elizabeth on top of you, placing your hands by your sides and trying to sit up straight to make more room between the two of you. Her gloved hand gently stroked your cheek, making you blush and clear your throat, “I’m sorry, did you need something?” Elizabeth stared at you with a thoughtful expression, “Why do you avoid me? I know you can feel the connection between us.”

Her words left you speechless. Truth be told, you didn’t really have an answer for her. This whole experience just felt like a dream, as though any second now you were going to wake up and it would all be over as if nothing happened. You opened your mouth, wanting to say something, then closed it again, looking down into your lap. Elizabeth grabbed your cheeks and turned your head up to look at her, a silent demand to answer her question. You sighed, “I don’t deserve it.” If Elizabeth was shocked or upset, her face didn’t show it, she was as stoic as a marble statue and just as beautiful. After a few moments of carefully studying your face, she leaned down, “Oh darling, but you do.” You looked into each other’s eyes as the distance between you two got shorter and shorter. Your breath hitched just as she placed her lips on yours and your hands balled up into tight fists. As if she could sense your nervousness, her hands covered your own and placed them onto her hips, her hands returning to your cheek and the back of your neck, holding you in place as she kissed you. This time, you didn’t stop her, feeling as though a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

To be continued...

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Dating James Patrick March HC

~Is embarrassingly obsessed with you

~Even when you don’t know he’s there, James always has his eye on you and will never be too far behind whenever you’re in the hotel

~Would put you first above everything and everyone else

~He hates to let you out of his sight, especially when you’re leaving the hotel, which he requests you do as little as possible

~Tries his hardest to understand all the new age things you enjoy, though he draws the line when it comes to social media and the majority of the internet in general

~Finding a book full of newspaper clippings from the 20s about him and his crimes, which he’s still very proud of

~Would never admit it, but constantly dreams about the life you two could have had together if you’d met in his ‘prime’ when he was alive and throwing the most extravagant parties at his mansion

~Constantly calls you all sorts of refined sorts of pet names like “Petal” “Darling” or “my love”

~Plays with your fingers when he talks to you.

~At first, it was just an excuse to touch you but now, it’s almost a requirement to hold a conversation with you

~Is very touchy in general, and would prefer to always have his hands on you if possible

~Insists on having dinner with you every single night

~Spends the entirety of those dinners telling you about all of his exploits and the things he got up to when he was alive and running amuck

~Is never late for an evening with you, and hates to be interrupted, regardless of what pulls him away from your attention

~JPM is a huge gossip and you will not convince me that he doesn’t like to hear about what you heard on the street during the day or what you overheard someone saying at the bar

~Does not shy away from things that would have been considered inappropriate for a man to do in his day like watching reading your romance novels aloud to you or wearing a facemask just because you asked him to do it with you

~Speaking of reading to you, you’re lying if you don’t think JPM reads you to sleep every night just to watch you slowly drift off to sleep to the sound of his voice

~Constantly showering you with vintage, vastly expensive trinkets he just has, and never really explaining where they came from or why he still has them

~Sends Liz out to buy you new gifts all the time, since he can’t do it on his own

~That voice whispering in your ear all the time, catching you off guard because he insists on sneaking up on you

~Smells like whisky and smoke

~Has 100% asked you to marry him on several occasions, even though that’s not physically possible, and has no tacts when it comes to doing so

~James has proposed to you while you’re brushing your teeth, in the middle of having conversations with guests, and when you’re curled up getting ready for bed

~Is absolutely fascinated by every little thing you do that’s different in your routine than what he’s used to, whether that be your skincare, how you do your hair, or the way you choose to dress

~Constantly makes crude jokes at your expense, but only when the two of you are alone as to avoid embarrassing you

~Is more than protective, this man is possessive

~You can’t go anywhere in the hotel without telling him first or else he nearly drives himself mad searching for you

~Loves to make sure that everyone knows that the two of you are an item, all the time, whether that means loudly announcing it to the entirely of the hotel or just holding you close all night long

~Is a nightowl for sure, and spends just as much time admiring you in your sleep as he does when you’re awake

~Living everyday knowing that you have someone who is constantly thinking about you and wouldn’t hesitate to do anything you asked of him

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Steve Rogers Fluff Masterlist

Who needs a boyfriend when you have a team?

February 14th 2017 It’s Valentine’s Day. Everyone is happy, celebrating with their significant other. But not you. No, you are all alone, ready to binge a stupid Netflix series in your room. Well, at least until Natasha pull you out. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader. Kinda. Characters: Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Mutant!Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Vision, Bruce Banner Word counting: 700+ Warnings: A Series Of Unfortunate Events mentions (No spoilers, I promise), fluffy thing. Friends can be a pain in the ass. Mutant Reader

“Yeah… Sure” Drabble

February 25th 2017 Relationships: Pre-Serum!Steve x Reader; Bucky x Sister!Reader (Platonic) Prompt: Imagine being Bucky’s Sister and dating Steve (from @alloftheimaginesblog) Characters: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Reader. Word Counting: 339 Warnings: None, actually.

Imagine: the first time you woke up next to Steve.

March 2017 Imagine: Waking up with Steve for the first time. Pairing: Steve x Reader Words: 77 Warnings: None.

Peanut Butter

April 22nd 2017 Summary: Imagine being pregnant with Steve’s baby and craving the craziest stuff. Pairing: Steve x Reader Word Counting: 460 Warnings: Pregnant cravings, pregnant reader, fluff

Always here

April 26th 2017 Summary: Steve comforts you. Pairing: Steve x Reader Warnings: Angst. Fluff, depending on how you see it.

Tight

May 14th 2017 Anon said: Can you please do one where the reader has chronic pain and RA (Rheumatoid arthritis) I was diagnosed today :( and Steve helps her with her pain and does all he can to help her out. And she cries all the Tim because she can’t help it? Thank you so much I freaking love your writing!!! A/N: Baby, again, I’m really really sorry. I hope you’re good. Message me after you read this, I really want to know what you think of it. Pairing: Steve x Reader Other Characters: Bucky (Mentioned), Tony, Bruce Warnings: None. Angst and Fluff. Gif isn’t mine.

Roger Rabbit

June 24th 2017 Summary: It’s Father’s day and Steve spends the day with your kids. Pairing: Steve x Reader Other Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Becca Barnes (OC), James Rogers (OC), Steve Rogers Jr (OC), Anthony Rogers (OC), Samuel Rogers (OC). Word Counting: 1.4k words A/N: Fluff. Sam Wilson is a good bro. Parent Steve Rogers. Parent Bucky Barnes.

The First Dance

July 25th 2017 Summary: Steve dances with you and your Wedding Day. Worn counting: 300 words Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: Fluff.

Happy New Year, Steve Rogers

August 7th 2017 Summary: When you allowed your best friend’s boyfriend to bring a friend to your New Year’s trip, you never imagined you would meet someone like Steve Rogers. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Half-Brazilian!Reader; Michelle (OC) Bucky Barnes Word Counting: 3.2k words. Don’t ask, I’m not sorry. Warnings: Some cussing. Fluff. Drinking. A bit based on real life, another bit changed to make it more interesting.

Home

Summary: Being an actress, it is obvious that some aspects of your life aren’t private. It is time for your relationship to come to light. a.k.a.: F*ck the world, with Steve and Bucky you are home. Pairing: Steve x Reader x Bucky; Natasha Romanoff x OFC (Mentioned) Word Counting: 1100 words Warnings: AU where the avengers exist as well as their movies. Y/C/N = Your Character’s name. Tension. Fluff.

Don’t Do That Again

Summary: When you’re captured on a mission, Steve and Bucky take it into their own hands to save you. Pairing: Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Bucky WC: 420 words Warnings: Stucky, fluff, momentary danger to the reader.

A Dance

Summary: When Steve moved in with you and Bucky, you decided to finally do something about your crush on your brother’s best friend, but after trying hard it all seems like a lost cause. All you wanted was a dance. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Plus Size!Reader WC: 1.1k words Warnings: Reader is Bucky’s sister. Body insecurity. Light angst. Pre-War.

A Star-Spangled Man with a Crush

Summary: According to your friends, Steve Rogers had a crush on you. That couldn’t be right… Right? Pairing: Steve x Reader (Kinda), Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanov WC: 640 words Warnings: Insecurity, fluff, crush, drabble.

Wife?

Square Filled: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers (MCU kink bingo), Amnesia (Happy Steve Bingo) Ship: Peggy Carter x Steve Rogers Rating: General Tags: Alternative Universe – Modern Setting; Lots of fluff. Summary: In which Steve comes back from dental surgery and is too high on anaesthesia and painkillers to remember Peggy is his wife. Word Counting: 530 words Created for @mcukinkbingo and @happystevebingo 2019 editions. Proofread by the loveliest @joannie95 and @onebatch–twobatch

It’s a Date

Square(s) Filled: Location: Amusement Park (MCU Kink Bingo) and Dancing (Happy Steve Bingo) Summary: On your first date unchaperoned, Steve takes you to an amusement park for the first time in your life, and he is hit with the realisation that maybe you’re the one for him. Pairing: Pre-Serum!Steve x Reader (Gender neutral) Warnings: Just some fluffy fluff set in the 1940’s. WC: 960 words

Dear Uncle

Squared Filled: Writing (Love Letters) ( @mcukinkbingo ) Summary: This week at school, Sarah’s homework is to write love letters to the people she loved the most. Most of her classmates were set on writing for two people or three, but not her. She had too many people to choose from, which meant a lot of work to do Pairing: No pairing Characters: Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, OC Sarah Rogers, Steve Rogers. Warnings: So much fluff. Sarah writes letters to four of her favourite uncles. WC: 1.2k words

Back Home to You

Square Filled: Airports/Terminals ( @happystevebingo ) Summary: Steve’s stuck in the terminal waiting for the rain to stop to leave. Goodness, he misses home. WC: 580 words Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: Fluff, a bit of angst but mostly family fluff. Proofread by @random-fandom-fangirl2112, the ultimate sweetheart.

Love Sick

Summary: You had planned a whole Valentine’s Day celebration with Steve, but your plans are changed when you fall sick with the Flu, and your relationship reaches a new level. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader WC: 700 words Warnings: Flu mentions. Fluffy fluff.

Hot Chocolate and Brownies

Summary: You catch your first blizzard after a long day of work, and get stuck in your restaurant with no one other than Captain Steve Rogers. You know, maybe spending the night and early morning snowed in with a handsome stranger isn’t such a bad thing. Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader Other Characters: Devin (OC), Bucky Barnes Warnings: Snowed in, winter times, fluff. AU where the pandemic didn’t happen. Request: Anything with loads of fluff. And Steve Rogers

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Ashamed - ONE-SHOT

Summary: Sneaking around with the Super Soldier wasn’t easy and all you wanted was to stop it, but what do you do when Bucky doesn’t seem to want the same thing as you?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus size!Reader

Word Count: 3,242

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sexy time, ANGST, BODY ISSUES, SELF-HATE, A LOT OF TEARS, fluff, (if there’s something else I didn’t put here, let me know, please)

A/N: Whoah, ok, not joking but I’ve been writing this since MARCH. AND IT’S DECEMBER. Oh my, but to be honest I started writing it one day and then totally forgot about it? I was going through my old/unfinished stuff and just felt like finishing this one. Hope you like it!

MASTERLIST

You sighed; laying your head on Bucky’s naked chest as he caressed your hair and kissed your forehead.

Having a secret “relationship” with Captain America’s best pal was harder than it seemed. It was not just sneaking in and out of each other rooms without a tower of trained super-heroes noticing.

It was about blocking thoughts so Wanda wouldn’t have a peek.

It was about taking showers with different soaps so Steve wouldn’t smell you on him or vice-versa.

It was about not holding more than three seconds stares so Natasha wouldn’t connect the points.

It was about acting like you weren’t falling for him so Bucky wouldn’t back away.

Yeah, it was hard.

It was exciting at first. Fooling a whole bunch of soldiers and hiding your feelings, but it was slowly killing you.

It was killing you hearing him say to get out before 4:30 because Steve always woke him up to a morning run, it was killing you watching him not sleep so he could sneak out when he thought you weren’t awake, it was killing having to back away from cuddling with Bucky when someone was entering the place you two were.

It made you feel bad things, every insecurity you always had, seemed to increase and hunt your sleep.

You were taken back from your thoughts when Bucky shifted on your bed, sitting and pulling up his boxers.

“What you’re doing?” You asked with frowned brows, giving a quick glance at the clock to see that you two still had almost 3 hours of spear until Steve went to his room.

“I’m going to sleep.” That one sentence pained you more than it should have; reminding you that he wasn’t yours.

“Tell me again why you can’t sleep here.” You laid on your stomach trying to act cool; giving him a view of the curve of your ass to take the focus off your disappointed eyes.

“Because I’m not ready to explain to a whole team that we are…” You cocked a brow at him, your heart pounding strongly, thinking he might have other vision of you rather than casual encounters. “Because it would be awkward to explain that we have casual sex.” You hummed, those words sinking in as he searched for his shirt.

“Close the door when you leave.” His head snapped in your direction as you turned to the other side, cursing internally for allowing your emotions to slip in your voice, but your lover didn’t say anything and you also didn’t saw the pain on his eyes.

Bucky could read you like an open book – most of the time -, there were times where just by the position of your shoulders, he was able to tell how you were and there were other times where even if you told him how you were feeling, he wouldn’t know what you meant.

“Sure.” His throat seemed to close when he saw you clutching tighter on the pillow, holding your breath so you wouldn’t cry in his view; as if Bucky knew that, he got dressed even faster, not wanting to see you break down.

He wouldn’t be able to handle that. It already pained him knowing that he was the cause of you not finding someone that actually deserved you, because, in James’s opinion, he wasn’t enough for you. So he bottled it up, he bottled it up and hid his true feelings under lock and key.

Closing the door behind him, Bucky sighed, closing his eyes in pain when he heard your soft sob. He needed to end that, it was hurting both of you and the last thing you deserved was to suffer and be held back by someone like him.

“I already knew.” You yawned, entering the kitchen and catching Steve and Natasha making out.

Nat was on top of the counter with Steve between her legs, well, that was before he jumped so far away that his ass hit the fridge on the other side of the kitchen.

“Y/N!” He squealed, blushing hard while Natasha froze in her position. “Wha- What are you talking about?”

“You stare at each other when Y'all think nobody is watching.” Trying to grab the cereal, you stood on your toes while mumbling, it took you three days to find out.

“You can’t tell anyone!” Steve stretched his arm, gripping the box and handing it to you, making you hum nonchalantly; Steve pressed you against the balcony, getting you in a cage between his arms. “I’m serious, Y/N.”

Looking over your shoulder, you saw that Natasha was already out of the room, you were aware that she didn’t know how to deal with surprises.

“I know what you two been doing for… what? Four months? I won’t lie… Most of it, I found because of you. Your eyes get gloomy when looking at her.” You smiled at your best friend, he still had his arms around you and you took your chance to hug his waist, looking into his eyes and chuckling at his red face. “You like her?”

There was a moment of silence as he caressed your cheek; Steve and you always had a loving friendship, he simply was affectionate just as you were.

“I think I love-”

“Good morning.” Steve jumped away from you as soon as he heard Bucky’s voice, he seemed like he was watching for a while before hissing and separating the two of you.

“Hey, bud! You scared the shit out of me!” He chuckled before kissing your forehead and grabbing his mug of coffee, your eyes stood in the bowl and the cereal while Buck kept staring at you, closely watching every movement you made as you reached for the milk.

“Why? Was I interrupting something?” Was that jealousy you sensed in his voice?

“Maybe. Cap was about to tell me something really important, wasn’t you, babe?” You gave a playful slap on Steve’s ass as he blushed, he didn’t tell Bucky yet about his secret relationship with Nat.

“It’s not that much of a deal.” He grumbled, sipping on his drink and avoiding his best friend’s gaze.

“I thought you were with Natasha, not with her.” Smirking, you shrugged your shoulders while Steve spilled the hot liquid on himself.

“Does everybody knows?!”

“Nah, just me, Barnes and Wanda, you know… She reads thoughts.”

“Still!”

“Answer me! Weren’t you with Nat?!” You rolled your eyes, grabbing your bowl and letting them discuss their friendship as you tried your best not to tell Bucky to fuck the fuck off, he had no right of acting jealous if he didn’t even acknowledge your feelings for him.

“Keep your voice down.” Your best friend hissed, looking around to see if there was someone else in the room beside you. “Yes, I am with Nat. I’m not cheating on her, if you’re worried about that.”

Ignoring the feeling of his eyes piercing through the back of your neck, you started to pour your cereal before soaking it in milk and eating.

You crossed your legs on top of the chair, leaving your clothes even looser around your big frame, cringing when you noticed that it had clung to your stomach for a second.

“Lost something down my neck, Soldier?” Steve frowned his brows at your bitterness towards his friend. Yeah, you didn’t talk to Bucky a lot, but you two never seemed to dislike each other.

“None of your business.” He hissed; stomping out of the room as you huffed in annoyance.

“Whoah, what was that for?” Shrugging your shoulders, you sighed before sliding the half-eaten bowl away from you. That even made you lose your appetite. “Did he say something to you?”

Steve tensed up, remembering all the times that he tried to pair you two up only to hear dumb excuses from his friend, one of which he thought it was particularly stupid. “She’s not my type.”

Bullshit. Steve knew you were perfect for Bucky, and if Nat hadn’t caught his eyes before he even met you, he’d probably be drooling over you.

“No. Why? Did he say something to you?” Narrowing your eyes at him as you turned on your sit, you watched him move uncomfortably, shifting the weight of his body to his other leg. You gasped before hissing, almost in pain. “He did!”

“It doesn’t matter.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and pretending to be bored.

“I don’t like him, Steve. Whatever he said won’t get to me.” Steve seemed to ponder to tell you or not; you were almost giving up when you realized that what you said was a lie, it would get to you. “Never-”

“He said you’re not his type.” Those words stung your chest, how many time hadn’t you heard that from different people? You hummed, loosening your clothes even more than before. “H-He’s just stupid, Y/N.”

“Sure.” You shrugged, ignoring his nervous words as you got up, his words hammering your mind.

I didn’t seem not to be his type when we were having “casual sex”.

Suddenly, something popped on your mind, a sinking feeling in your stomach came together with the painful realization; Bucky is ashamed of me, he’s ashamed of the fat girl.

You turned your back at Steve, not wanting him to see the tears that were already rolling down your cheeks, you just wanted to stay under your sheets and turn into a ball, maybe that way you could disappear.

Already exiting the kitchen, your breath got stuck in your throat when in the line of your eyes you saw a broad huge chest covered with the grey shirt you so much loved to wear.

“Wha-” Bucky was cut short when you stumbled beside him, hitting his shoulder as you almost ran out of the room. Menacingly turning his eyes back at Steve, ignoring the worried look on his face, he slowly walked up to his friend; hands balled into fists and gritted teeth. “What did you say to her?”

“I just… She asked me what you said about her.” James felt a panicking feeling rising on his chest, it was getting stupidly hard to take a deep breath.

“What did you say to her?” Steve gulped, confusion written on his eyes at his friend’s reaction. As far as he knew, apparently, you two despised each other. “WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER?” Backing off slight at Bucky’s roar, he stood his ground and frowned at him.

“I just said what you told me; that she wasn’t your type.” Bucky’s blood seemed to run cold to his heart, something bobbing up in his throat as he ran your way, ignoring Steve’s calls and ‘what the hells’.

Bucky barely catches you as you threw yourself in your own room, his hand on your wrist as you took a deep breath, resting your forehead on the door trying to recompose yourself.

“Doll, I-”

“No, Bucky.” Suddenly pulling your arm away from him, you turned, not caring if he saw your tears stained cheeks, you simply didn’t care anymore. “Not your type, huh? Is that what you tell your friends behind my back? That the fat ugly agent is not good enough for you?” You laughed humorless at his shocked face, the words spilling out like daggers through your lips.

“Y/N, I would never-”

“What? Then Steve lied? You didn’t tell him that I wasn’t your type?” Forming a thin line with his lips, Bucky nervously ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on the locks as he tried to think of something to say, anger boiling inside his chest. Why were you feeling like that? It wasn’t like you two were dating or anything!

“You’re overreacting, okay?!” The moment those words came out, James wished they never did.

It was like a switch, all the anger vanished as soon as he laid his eyes on your broken face. Wiping your tears with your sleeve, you slowly nodded with your head, swallowing all of the other tears that wanted and continued to spill.

“You know what, James? I think I am.” Your words came out shaky and calm, Bucky controlled the urge of holding you into his arms like he did so many times when you two were alone. “I mean, why would it matter that the guy I love and that I trusted to see my fucked up and disgusting body, thinks I’m not all of that?” His eyes widened as his throat locked at your words, he didn’t know if either your feelings or the way you talked about your body scared him the most.

“Why would it matter that the guy I simply thought that wasn’t ready to show everyone that he was seeing someone, actually was ashamed of letting someone see him with a fucking pig? I mean, it’s not something to react over right?” The tears began to run down your cheeks again, his silence only hurting you even more. “That’s it, isn’t it? If it was Natasha or Wanda or, or, whoever, that you were fucking with, you wouldn’t mind on Steve walking in on you sleeping with them, right?! You’d actually show them off, wouldn’t you?”

Both of you were aware of the team watching you guys at the end of the corridor; your raised voices getting everyone to, either get out of their rooms or follow the source of the unknown.

“That was it, wasn’t it? You were ashamed! Ashamed of everyone finding out you were screwing the fat girl!” Your screams were overwhelming him, his anxiety making Bucky feel like the corridor’s walls were suddenly closing in on him; it felt like an invisible hand was closing around his throat, not allowing him to swallow the words and feelings he so much tried to hide. “ADMIT IT! YOU WERE ASHAMED TO BE SEEN WITH ME!”

“I WAS ASHAMED TO BE SEEN WITH YOU!” He took a deep breath, ignoring the team’s gasp as you furiously wiped the tears again, already turning on your heels to enter your room after such humiliation. “No! You don’t get to turn your back on me!” He followed you inside, ignoring your screams for him to get out and closing the door behind him.

“Get the fuck out!”

“No! You screamed at my face and didn’t let me explain! Now, shut up and listen!” Scoffing, you denied your head, sinking down on the floor with your back against the bed and pulling your knees to your chest. “Yes, I was ashamed to be seen of you but not because of what you’re thinking. It had nothing to do with your body; I love it! I would gladly walk around this fucking city with an arm around you and tell random people that you were with me.” Raising your eyes, you stared at his blue ones, watching as he tiredly sat in front of you against the wall, his own eyes holding unwanted tears.

“And why didn’t you?” You whispered after some minutes of silence, your voice hoarse of so much scream.

“Because I can’t do that to you.” Holding your hand from wiping the tear from his cheek, you waited for an explanation. “I can’t hold you back; deprive you of being with someone that actually deserves you. Someone that you can sleep with and not be afraid of choking you to death in the middle of the night because of an attack. Someone you can go out with, holding hands without having to divide their attention between you and their surrounds because they are too paranoid that he’ll get caught. Someone that won’t feel guilty for loving an angel like you.”

Never had you heard him say those things; Bucky always seemed sure of himself and his own control and safety, but apparently, you were seeing all wrong.

“That’s why you don’t sleep?” He shrugged at your whisper, lowering his eyes at his metal hand and remembering all the times that he simply held you close, trying his best not to sleep. Never once had he slept in your arms, too afraid to even try. “Why were you ashamed?”

“Because you’re freaking perfect, Y/N.” You tried to see any sign that he was lying, but you couldn’t find one. “You’re so damn perfect that I was ashamed of being seen with you and have everyone thinking ‘own, she’s such a good person, being with the broken monster and all!’.” He scoffed, denying with his head and lowering his gaze again before muttering: “You deserve someone enough for you, and I’m not him.”

Denying with your head, you quickly were by his side, wiping the tears from his cheeks and trying to take his hands from pulling angrily at his own hair.

“James, you- you are!”

“No I’m not! I’m the fucked up! For fuck’s sake, I made you cry!” Falling on his lap, he didn’t have much to you but to embrace you, his face hiding on the crook of your neck as you soothed his sobs by resting your chin at the top of his head slowly running your finger through it. There was welcome silence, both of you comforting each other until you heard him mumble something on your neck.

“Hm?”

“You’re perfect, and I love you, and your body.” His hands traveled your sides before resting on your back to pull you further into him as if the little space between you two was too much for him.

“Then why did you say I wasn’t your type?” You asked quietly out of curiosity, insecurity still dripping from his words as he backed slightly away from you.

“Because I panicked, If I admitted to him that I found you the most beautiful person that I had ever laid eyes on, he’d try to pull us together and- and I don’t know how I would react if you didn’t feel the same way. I’d not only lose you, but also your friendship, and I- I can’t.”

Cupping his cheeks with your hands, you rested your forehead on his, intensely staring into his eyes and drinking from all the feelings that he so well hid from you for months.

“I love you, Bucky. You’re not a monster and you are more than enough for me, I just hope that I’m enough for you.” He smiled lightly, leaning in to kiss you gently before trailing soft kisses on your neck and shoulders.

“And I love you and every inch of this perfect body.” He muttered against your skin as you couldn’t help but to feel like butterflied were flying around your stomach.

Going back up, Bucky kissed you lovingly, eyes still closed when a smirk formed on your lips.

“I’m loving this, I really am, but, what will we tell the team?” James groaned thinking about all the interrogations they would have to go through, but soon enough, his lips also curled into a smile.

“We’ll tell the truth.”

“That we been having casual sex for months?” You cocked a brow, brushing his hair off his face before he denied his head, planting one last kiss on your lips before whispering:

“That we been falling in love with each other for months.” Your smile grew bigger as you got up and pulled him with you, only to fall back on your bed and nestle on his embrace, resting your head on his chest as he kissed your temple.

“Works for me.”

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