#so even if u start a rocky path with him; things can still progress

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chained  

➥ pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

➥ summary: the one where two people are chained to one another, hopelessly in love but every bit of wrong for one another

➥ rating: angst, song fic, biker!bucky au 

➥ warnings: explicit language, mentions of toxic relationship 

➥ a/n: happy valentines day! in the name of irony i’m going to post this today, bc i can. this has been rattling around in my noggin for a bit now and i actually rlly like this. i hope u do too. i highly recommend listening to the song while reading, its also available on spotify. 

chained :: elle king ft. cameron neal  chained  marvel m. list

We can run away, but we can’t hide for long 

And all that lingers harms us 

She’d tried it—moving houses, running away from the problems she was used to, changing things. She’d already tried it, and it had worked beautifully at first. The high of being in a new place, a place all to themselves, it was wonderful. And it had brought out the man she had started to believe was gone, the man she’d loved for so many suns and so many moons; years of her life having been spent growing alongside him, and she felt nothing short of complete satisfaction. 

“Thanks for running away with me,” she’d whispered to him in the late hours of the night, head rested on his bare chest and his calloused hand running up and down over the delicate skin of her back.

“I’ll go wherever you want me to, babe,” was his promise, spoken softly into the dark with a tenderness reserved for her heart and ears only. 

But all good things came to an end, and her life had brought truth to that statement. Things settled, routines came back and everything that lingered became visible. The issues that remained, the unspoken anger and unresolved conflicts rearing their ugly heads once again. She’d tried to pack up her life and her love and run away, but she was learning that she couldn’t hide for long. 

I can lie to you, but the truth comes alive

Every time I die saying goodbye

Everything was a slow progression, the honeymoon phase wearing off slowly but surely; the conflicts creeping in where they weren’t welcomed. Again, everything was fine at first, they seemed to move as a team and it filled her heart with a warmth almost indescribable—they were so much of the same mind, in her eyes. 

But then things drifted off course, the scales tipped in every which way except balanced—right where she wanted, and irritation grew to be the default when she saw his hands reach for the motorcycle keys. Betrayal became the default when she looked away from him and nodded her head, giving a flat and unconvincing ‘I’m okay,’ or ‘have fun.’ Hurt became the default when she bit her tongue until her mouth filled with the taste of crimson copper and her sobs shook her entire body, the sound of a roaring motorcycle engine filling the house. 

She could lie, but he always knew. They had their problems, they battled through their conflicts, but they were still positive and negative forces magnetically pulling the other closer, two links in a chain stuck together for eternity. 

Cause I don’t want to change

but I can’t stay this way

Love was a lot of things; sometimes she thought of it as something warm and familiar and safe, and other times she was convinced it was the chain that kept her around. She loved him, god damnit did she love James Barnes, but she knew that she was nearing her limit. Her heart could only take so much before she’d lose herself completely, and then she was done for beyond that point. Forever damaged; irreparable. 

When Y/N thought about a life where she was on her own, miles upon miles away from the man she only wanted love and comfort from, her chest felt similar to how she imagined a sinkhole made the earth feel. The memories they shared, the laughs and the cries and the endless fun, it would forever haunt her if she were to leave—but one could argue that they already haunted her, already plagued her thoughts and dreams and every second she was breathing. 

“What do you want?!” He’d screamed when she’d brought up her concerns, arms raised in the air and brows furrowed. 

“Things can’t stay this way, James,” she’d stressed, fingers knotting her hair as they frantically ran through the strands. 

And I don’t even mind staying chained, and thinking of you

Thinking of you 

“What if I don’t wanna change?” 

The breath had caught in her throat at his words, heart sinking to the pits of her stomach as her teary eyes bore into his, his figure blurry but radiating frustration. 

“Then I’ll leave,” she threatened, the words burning her mouth as she spoke them. “I love you but I won’t let that stop me.” 

But she always did—when he crawled into bed with slow movements and gentle hands, words soft, sweet, and oh so guilty. Apologies and false promises, admissions of love and sweet nothings, it mended her heart for the time being and she remained in the same place. 

Is it up to me?

It’s always been up to you to find the peace we needed to 

Strength had been dwindling, strength to fight for a relationship immersed in chaos. When things blew up, when the road grew rocky and dangerous and sometimes even lethal, it’d always been her to struggle putting the pieces back together. His words of affirmation and endless charm was the glue that only temporarily mended the cracks, but it was her will and her strive that got them there in the end. 

Strength was dwindling, and she was starting to give up. “It’s always been up to me, James,” she’d told him, voice quiet, scratchy, and broken. “It’s always been me, but it’s on you now.” 

He hadn’t responded, lips slightly parted as he took in the way that she didn’t even bother looking at him. He knew he’d been digging a grave, and he was starting to see that eventually he’d have to lie in it if he didn’t straighten up. The problems in their lives, in both him and her, they were deeply rooted and while she’d been trying to hack away at them, he’d only been watering them. 

Is it said and done, is it carved in the stone? 

How many days is it gonna take ‘til we get back home? 

Most days, he did nothing but convince her that their fate was sealed—that their ultimate demise on the horizon and refused to move for anything. She’d tried and tried to tell herself that that wasn’t the truth, exalted all resources willing into existence the fact that they were meant to be—stuck together for the trials and tribulations that life undoubtedly bring them. 

Things could change, and perhaps they would; nothing was said and done for them because only Y/N could write her story and only she could choose her ending. 

But the harder she held on, the longer the path seemed to be. If what they had was a journey through struggle and strife, then the journey seemed years and years long—an endless battle to just make it through the days to even see the end of the road, and it more often than not left her wondering how long it would take before they would make it back home. How long would it be before they returned to where they started—sickeningly sweet, head over heels in love and willing to do anything under the sun for one another. 

Cause I don’t want to change

But I can’t stay this way 

If this was what growth was, then she wished someone had told her of how painful it was. It felt like scratchy throats from screaming matches, aching chests from nights spent clawing away at the burning skin, and so many more things that weren’t even worth listing. The point of it was that she was finally reaching the point where the door was opening, creaking slowly and revealing the outside world where she could escape.

Y/N didn’t want to escape, but she was starting to see that maybe it was what she needed to do. At one point she had loved her life because he had made the sun shine brighter every day and the stars twinkle a little more each night, and while she longed for that version of James he was not anywhere in sight—and hadn’t been for a long time. 

She knew she couldn’t stay this way, she knew it and felt like a complete idiot every time she saw her own reflection, but, much like the aforementioned growth, this change was just as painful. And pain was something she’d felt enough of. 

And I don’t even mind staying chained, and thinking of you

Thinking of you

The doors had all been slammed, every single one had the unfortunate fate of being in the path of an angry James, and a few of them hadn’t survived and refused to close completely. 

“Why do you want to leave so bad, huh? If you don’t wanna be here then just fucking leave!” The emotional torment was clear as day in his voice as he screamed to the top of his lungs, and it tore her heart to shreds. 

“You know damn well why!” She’d shouted back, face beet red as her chest violently heaved. “I don’t fucking deserve this, Buck, and I’m sick and tired of it!” Her nerves buzzed under the surface of her skin and she could feel her pulse in her face, and the man before her only stared back with dark eyes. 

“You won’t change,” she’d sobbed. “You won’t and you know it, and if you loved me you would.” 

“Y/N—” he’d started, taking a step forward but she’d held her hands out, pushing herself against the wall to get further away. 

“No.” Her words were shaky yet void of fear; actually, James could hear the grit that she’d developed after dealing with his shit for so long and he felt his chest cave in slightly. “You stay there and you listen to me.” 

Will you wake me up? Will you shake me up?

Cause I’m losing my way in the game 

The cracks and creases on her heart deepened greatly, and when they did so she felt every bit of it. The way his eyes bore into hers, as if he was searching her soul like he’d done so many times before, made her look away—for this time she couldn’t trust him to search with good intentions. 

“I’ve tried for a long time to make this work, and you can’t tell me you don’t see it. You’re not stupid, James; don’t pretend to be.” She’d shook her head with her last statement, hair going every which way and tears almost filled his eyes because she was right. “But it wont work if something doesn’t give and I’ve given enough!” 

He nodded lamely, because that’s all he could think to do. He knew she didn’t want his words, they didn’t matter right now. 

“Are you even serious about this? About us? You know this isn’t a joke, this is MY life! It goes way beyond just you and your issues and your anger,” her arms waved around in the air. “James, I’m losing myself in this and you’re supposed to save me!” 

The tears did fill his eyes then, stinging the blue orbs and causing him to blink rapidly. He felt like shit, and every bone in his body ached with guilt. 

Even at our best, my love 

Neither one of us was ever really good enough 

The realization that some things truly weren’t meant to be, that some people really weren’t meant to be together, was a tough pill to swallow. Y/N felt herself choke on it multiple times throughout the years, but it was finally down and done with. She couldn’t say if they were never meant to meet, or just never meant to stay together, but either way she knew that they were a recipe for disaster. 

Her chemicals and his mixed together didn’t make the love that lasted a lifetime, the kind that made it through the dark and the light of the rocky road through life. They made poison, a stunning and paralyzing formula of toxic traits and deep rooted issues. They weren’t a match; even at their best they were never compatible—just too blind and in love to see it. 

“I don’t know why I can’t change, and I will always stay this way,” she sang softly, her heartbreak shining through under the bright lights of the stage in a bar miles and miles away from the man she loved. The band behind her kept up well, putting the raw emotion behind every beat and note that this song required, and for that she was grateful. It was a slight break in the constant dull that she felt, a break that she was beginning to believe she wouldn’t see in her lifetime. 

“And I don’t even mind staying chained,” the drawl in her voice was nothing short of old soul and broken dreams, and it wouldn’t have fit in anywhere other than the rundown bar filled with folks of a similar kind. She’d worn heartache daily long before she walked away from that house, but now it never seemed to wipe off. It was never ending, and so was the thought of him. She truly was chained to him, and sometimes in the middle of tear filled nights she told herself that he was still chained to her as well. “And thinking of you.” 

Thinking of you, thinking of you, thinking of you. 

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Keep Her Secret [1]

GOT7

Mark Tuan/Reader [F]

Genre: Dystopian Future, Hybrid AU, Drama, Romance

Words: 1.8k

Part: 00/ 1/ 

He found a human laying in a heep of rubble, right out in the open. Dangerous and stupid.  However, unlike other human’s he’s encountered before, the first thing he wanted to do was help this human.  Not kill her.  

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How did the world end up like this?  What it because of man’s greed?  Because of our constant need to have a goal, our constant want of progression? Was it because we finally dug too deep, we hit the rock bottom everyone always talked about and now we’re stuck with no way out and death staring down our deep, deep hole like a human staring at an insect?  You didn’t know, in fact you didn’t know anything.

Just what was this world like before it was like this.  This awful world with air so thick, so dense, so clouded and gray it was like breathing in fire smoke. What was it like when the sky wasn’t covered in a dark, depressing overcast?  What were the building like when they were ruined, broken, dilapidated and crumbling like legos?  Was the grass suppose to be grey? Tan? Dead? You didn’t know anything.  

You didn’t even know where you were, who you were?  Just who are you?  What’s your name?  Your age?  Were you in danger, did you have a family, friends?  A place to go to?  You had no idea.  

You didn’t know anything, couldn’t remember anything.  The only thing you could remember is when he showed up.  Out of seemingly nowhere, he just showed up out of the blue.  You didn’t know him, but somehow you just felt like he knew you.  

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He had caught onto the scent of a human, a pure human.  His heightened senses of his coyote DNA ruining through his body drew him to it, his light colored fur moving in contrast to the dark world.  However, unlike if he was locking onto a standard human, ready to rip their throat out, this scent almost seemed like he wasn’t supposed to attack whoever it belonged to.

He moved swiftly through the rubble of, what use to be, the middle of a fruitful city. In his form of the coyote he shared his blood with, it was much easier to move around, hunt, live really.  But, when he perched on top of a large piece of a building that gave him a higher view of his surroundings, he saw you.  

His canine eyes narrowed as he watched you look around.  You sat on the ground, rubble and dust all around you.  You held your leg, as he could faintly smell the blood on you.  You kept whipping your head around, back and forth, behind you, even above you.  Just what were you, a simple human, doing?  Perhaps, you were hoping no hybrid would catch your bloody scent that was so tempting to his kind.  

However, it didn’t seem like you were frightened, but rather, you seemed to be looking around in confusion.  Almost seeking answers, anything.  He moved down from the piece of debris and under the shade of a large piece of, yet more, destruction, he emerged in his human form.  

He was still young, only 23, but his blood as a hybrid helped his mind mature faster than his body and he knew right from wrong, enemy from friend and most importantly, he knew how to survive.  His blonde hair shone, almost like the sun he had only seen once in his entire life, before the eternal cloud took over the skies.  His skin, a pale color that once use to be a honey color but the lack of sun had diminished it.  His eyes, fading from their canine gold to their brown of his human form.  A pair of ripped jeans, worn shoes, t-shirt that he pulled from from random line that was in decent shape and a jean jacket that has seen more than your average inanimate object.  

You definitely weren’t a hybrid, you would have heard, or at least smelt his scent by now if you were.  Granted, there were many kinds of hybrids.  Some could shift into animal forms to human forms like himself.  Other have only their human forms with their identities as hybrids attached to them permanently with a set of ears, or a tail, maybe scales or claws in some cases.  Others looked completely human, but their senses, as well as their ability to communicate with other animals or non-human species, was proof enough to deduce they were indeed, not human.  

You however, were just a simple human.  Pure, born and bred in the world.  There were very few of your kind left, either killed from sickness, injury, being stuck in the wrong situation at the wrong time or murdered by hybrids.  

Hybrids despised humans.  They were literally the bane of their existence, if humans weren’t such foolish, greedy creatures, then hybrids wouldn’t have been created.  If they hadn’t been so power seeking, then their future wouldn’t have vanished from their fingertips like a feather being ripping from their grasp in the wind.  

They’re foolish.  They think that if one day they were to vanish, the world would stop turning.  A blind, foolish, naive race humans were.  Even if every human should vanish off the planet, even if everything on the planet died and it became a solitary rock, floating in space, it would still revolve around the hidden sun, still rotate between day and night.  

Humans were not the reason the earth moved; they were not the essence of its constant revolutions, even if they thought they were.  

Mark had killed human’s before.  Without thought, without reason, just simply because they were human.  He was ready to do the same to you, but it was like his body, his own blood was stopping him.  Why wouldn’t his mind let him picture a near future image with your bloody, battered corpse at his feet?  He’d done it to countless others, so why not you?  

Honestly speaking, the usually sweet scent of blood that he got from humans, almost made his stomach turn.  Your blood was sweet in scent, no doubt, but just thinking about how it could be spilled on his hands, or pooling around his feet, it made him feel sick.  It wasn’t natural; it didn’t make sense.  

It didn’t make sense until you finally noticed his figure, 20 feet away, hiding under a shadow.  Your eyes locked with his, and his heart seemed to jump.  His eyes widened just a fraction at the sight of you, the sight of your eyes, your nose, lips, ears.  He wasn’t even close to you, yet for some reason, the faint outline he could see of your face, it lured him in.  

He had started to think about a possibility.  A reason why his body didn’t let him think about what he wanted to think about, why his stomach churned at the sight of your blood, why his eyes couldn’t be torn away from yours.  It was a small possibility, but as his feet started to bring him closer to you, it grew more and more.  

All it would take is a touch, if he just touched you once, even just barely, he’d know for sure.  

You watched, sitting and pushing your hands on your still slowly bleeding wound, as this mysterious man came closer to you.  You didn’t know where he came from, but he didn’t look much other than yourself.  Maybe he had some answers, answers to anything.  Something to tell you that could set you straight, set you on a path on what to do, where to go.  

He came within 3 feet of you, standing in front of you, looking down.  You stared up at him. Neither of you spoke, could you even speak?  Once again, you didn’t remember.  

“What are you doing here?” His voice startled you, as you were trying to recall how to speak.  Did it take effort, was it hard to do?  When he noticed your eyes shaking eyes, he bent his knees to get eye level with you, even if he didn’t come any closer.  His arms rested on his knees as you opened and shut your mouth a few times.  

“Can you speak?”  He hadn’t encountered a human who couldn’t speak before, but he had heard they existed.  They’re hard to find now, but by the way your breathing was slightly raspy, he figured your body had just woken up.  Had you really been unconscious out here; out in the open?

He moved closer to you, and then shifted behind you.  You watched as he moved to kneel behind your back before he started to lightly pound behind your shoulder blades.  Soon, you were forcing out dry, harsh coughs as Mark unconsciously rubbed your back.  

The touch of his bare hand on your clothes back almost made him flinch.  His hand felt like if he was touching your skin, it would burst into flames.  It was a sign, a sign he had heard of, but didn’t really believe in.  But now, he was almost being forced to believe it, and in such an unbelievable scenario.

“Thank.. you.”  Your voice was rough as you finally seemed to recall how to speak.  Your voice was contagious.  Mark was a quiet person himself, but if when he spoke, you spoke back, he wouldn’t mind changing.  

“Are you alright?” You nodded.  “What happened to your leg?”  You looked to the wound on your knee, as you shook your head.

“I.. don’t know.  I don’t remember.”  Mark moved to just be in your peripheral vision as you looked at the dusty, rocky ground beneath you.  Your jeans that were probably once very nice, were now torn and ripped, one pant leg torn from the knee down and the other still in tact, but had holes.  Your shirt, use to be long sleeved, but now the sleeves were torn at different lengths and the once comfortable U-neck had stretched out to show more than your fair share of your chest.  If the wind blew just right, Mark could catch a glimpse of your dirty, worn bra, but he didn’t.  

He was a Hybrid, not a scumbag.

“So, what do you remember?”  

“That I can talk….”  Mark furrowed his brows.

“So, you mean.. You can’t remember anything else?”  You shook your head. “Do you even know your name?”  You shook it again.  

“I don’t know anything.  Can you…” you lifted your head to look at him and grabbed his free hand, your pleading eyes looking at his.  His hand felt like it was on fire, burning from your bare, skin to skin, touch.  Your eyes were confused, lost yet he could see a small light burning in the center of your pupils, the same burning like that was in his.  With that one touch, with that one look, he was certain now.  

“Can you give me answers? Please….”

He was being forced into a situation he didn’t think was possible, and yet here he was. You were human, and yet, somehow, you were his. It’s not unnatural for canine’s, or any living organism, to have a partner- a mate.  

Mark, a created specimen grown and raised for years in a scientific lab, had just found the mark of his mate in a human set of eyes. Each mate mark is different for every species and for him, it was the fire in their eyes, in your eyes.  

Even if he never expected this and almost didn’t want to believe it, he was ready to do anything to keep you alive; anything to keep you safe.  

Even lie.  

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Towering teenager should issue Man Utd transfer snub to land ideal Dortmund move - opinion

Erling Braut Haaland doesn’t really need much of an introduction anymore.

The 19-year-old striker has already set the whole footballing stage ablaze with his performances, both in the domestic league and in Europe, battling some of the best teams in the world.

At the very moment, he has a tally of 28 goals in just 22 games played across all competitions in 2019/20, and not to mention that he has netted eight in just six Champions League clashes.

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Needless to say, the reported interest from many different clubs, the likes of Manchester United and Borussia Dortmund is not really a surprising turn of events. Journalist Fabrizio Romano claims four major clubs, including the above duo, have already tabled bids…

Håland situation, right now…

Bid from Man United. Bid from Juventus. Bid from Leipzig. Bid from Borussia Dortmund.

He’s going to decide soon with his family and Raiola. Ole knows he wants to play. He wants to be a starter. That will be the key of his next move. 🇳🇴⏳ #Haaland

— Fabrizio Romano (@FabrizioRomano) December 18, 2019

If he continues to improve like this, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that he’ll be even more spoiled for choice when the times comes to leave RB Salzburg, and the way he’s heading forward, that time might well arrive pretty soon.

But which club should he choose? Between Dortmund and Man United, the answer might be a surprising one.

While the sheer prospect of having such a talent at Old Trafford would no doubt be a rather exciting one, it feels like Ole Gunnar Solskjaer already has plenty of young starlets emerging onto the scene. Of course, Marcus Rashford leads the line with ten Premier League goals to his name and would most likely still remain their main gunman up front.

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Despite him actually being deployed on the left as well as down the centre in 2019/20, as per Transfermarkt’s database, Haaland could still be battling with the Englishman for a spot in the team.

The same can be said for Anthony Martial, who has also been Solskjaer’s pick for the centre-forward role in the ongoing campaign. And we also mustn’t forget the emergence of Mason Greenwood since the 18-year-old talent has already tallied 13 Premier League appearances with two goals to show for them.

With all of them taken into account, it feels like Haaland’s road towards an undisputed starting position – regardless of his undeniable quality – might be a rocky one, to say the least.

The Red Devils also have to take into account that the 6 ft 4 Norwegian star’s potential introduction could also put some of their current talents’ progress on hold, if he were to take their spot almost right from the bat.

There are many variables and angles to be dissected here, perhaps too many for a teenager who wants to rise to superstardom as quickly as possible.

At Dortmund, there’s a more straightforward story.

The only clear out and out striker for the team is Paco Alcacer but the former Barcelona man has been struggling with injuries in the current season so Lucien Favre has been made to patch up the squad by playing the likes of Marco Reus and Mario Gotze up front.

If Haaland is looking for more regular game time and an easier path to the starting XI – as Romano suggests – Dortmund just might be the answer to that question.

Seeing how he’s a young, up and coming player who needs to play in order to develop, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say the Bundesliga may appeal to him just a bit more.

It’s also, theoretically at least, a smaller jump than to the Premier League, Europe’s most competitive top flight. The old adage of walking before running certainly comes to mind.

Who Haaland chooses – and let’s not discount him staying with Salzburg for the time being – remains to be seen. But as things stand, Dortmund looks to be the better option, even if that does mean snubbing an arguably bigger club in United.

Meanwhile, many Spurs fans were absolutely delighted with an update on one of their big transfer targets…

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