#torrin x reader

[acradelius]

Hi, um I would like to make a request for love death and robots more specifically bad traveling from season 3 Torrin x mermaid reader were he and his crew capture her, Torrin fall's in love with her and now he's trying to protect and release her. I was thinking that maybe mermaid's are a weird creature so that makes her a special one, ( a little like "the shape of water" from Guillermo del Toro) maybe at the end she help or dave Torrin from the thanapod, i'm sorry if it's too much, I just got a little excited.

"Shape Of Us"

Fandom: Love, Death + Robots

Reference: (Season 3) Episode - "Bad Traveling"

Pairing: Torrin x F!Mermaid!Reader

Rating: Lime [🟢] (Equivalent to PG-13)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Alientic Environment/World Building, Alientic/Human Relations, Slight Fluff, Secretive Relationship, Murder, Death of Others, Alientic Threats, Kissing, Detailing of Violence, Open Ending

Word Count: 1,646 Words

Author's Note: DEFINITELY recommend Love, Death, + Robots for those who haven't checked it out already. Amazing pieces of work.

It had been quite difficult to determine exactly how many days and nights had already passed by. Instead of being cooperative, instead of allowing her to give some sort of treasury or information that would lead them to great treasure in exchange for her freedom, the crew had decided that (Y/N) was much more valuable to them than any sort of treasure that she could offer them. Therefore here she currently was, and had been, being held captive within a rickety, shabby bathtub that was located in the corner of the crew’s quarters. From the faint light that seeped through some cracks within the ship’s body and into the quarters (Y/N) was somewhat able to tell how many days had passed, but even then she was struggling to keep count. It had been that way for an uncertain amount of time before she had managed to form communication with one of the crew’s first mates, the first member of the crew who didn’t look at her with disgust or just the obvious thought of becoming a quick cash grab to split between them all.  

“Torrin, that’s what you may address me as,” he had spoken, all while being hesitant, whether it was from caution of someone coming in and getting the wrong idea or possibly the curiosity of the species (Y/N) just so happened to be, seeing that they happened to be a more uncommon alien creature residing in the ocean. One of the many species that kept to themselves in the depths of the deep ocean. “You’ve been here for quite some time, and it’s difficult to tell how longer they will keep you here, but don’t worry. I’ll make sure that you get home.” Torrin reassures her, making small conversation within the darkness of the nights when the rest of the crew are sleeping. Small talk eventually turns into gentle touches, gentle kisses followed with whispered “I love yous”, taking strolls along the deck which turns into slow dancing underneath the moonlight. Yet, tonight wasn’t looking to be one of those nights. Not with the way that Torrin was pacing throughout the crew’s quarters as his eyebrows are furrowed in deep thought, hand resting upon his chin. There are some moments of silence all while (Y/N) attempts to figure out exactly what had happened earlier throughout that look upon Torrin’ face, considering the amount of commotion that had been going on upon the deck, but (Y/N) hadn’t been able to see what had exactly happened. 

“There’s something that we need to discuss, darling,” Torrin begins, finally coming out of his thoughts as he makes way to the tub, kneeling down to be at level with (Y/N), hand moving to caress her face. “What exactly do you mean, Torrin? Is there something wrong? Amongst the crew? With the ship?” (Y/N) questions, unsure of exactly what the situation was, but figured it must’ve been serious seeing that Torrin needed to discuss it with her. Torrin begins to explain the situation, describing the turmoil and chaos of the Thanapod that had  made its way aboard upon the ship and had demanded transportation to a nearby, civilized island known as Phaiden Island. He describes how the creature makes its hunger known and that Torrin had to sacrifice some of the crew already to momentarily satisfy the beast, which not only frightened but had also angered the crew as well. “They were angered that you weren’t used to satisfying the creature’s hunger, seeing that you had stated you had been trying to escape it within the first place. They want to try and use you next, but I promise, I won’t let that happen.” It was quite  lovely, seeing the way that he had vowed (Y/N)’s life and safety over his own, one that was responded to with a deepened kiss. “Don’t worry, my love. I had the capabilities of keeping us within safety measures as well.” 

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“They’re advancing,” Informing Torrin about the rebelling crew’s advancements towards the captain’s quarters, Torrin hiding stealthily within the darkness of the room, (Y/N) herself hiding within the darkness behind the doors leading out to the deck, hunched over in preparations to attack. There were a handful of the remaining crew members that were armed with some sort of weapon, having reached the doors now, assuming that Torrin was sound asleep in the bed across the room. There was not time to inform Torrin that they were at the door, but she initially didn’t have to  as they made way into the quarters and over towards the bed, proceeding to attack it so viciously, (Y/N) quietly snickering at how those sneers of victory had quickly taken over their face but had been so quickly to fall at the realization that Torrin wasn’t in the bed at all. That they had no clue as to where he was currently at. This was her chance to create a distraction before they were able to discover his hiding location, emitting a low growl and barring her serrated, ragged teeth to them. Lunging towards the closest individual, making sure to cause much damage by tearing away at the skin with her teeth and claws, groaning slightly at the sudden, intense metallic taste within her mouth. It doesn’t take much for both Torrin and (Y/N) to eliminate the remaining individuals in the moments of shock, both being covered in their blood within the ending of it. 

There’s some moments of silence that bestow upon the remaining two as they stand there to catch their breath, catching and maintaining eye contact with one another. Unintentionally the two individuals take steps to enclose the space between them before entangling limbs around each other all wrapped around each other as they engage in a passionate kiss, softly whispering each other’s names as if the reality of possibly losing each other has finally settled within their minds. Torrin didn’t mind the difference of physical aspect between himself and (Y/N), how despite that her physique was slightly human, but the features and detailing of her were more of an exotic, marine life creature. Being romantic with each other, being in a committed relationship with each other was something that they both knew would be something difficult due to the opinions of others, the differences in their anatomy, but that wouldn’t stop them. Not especially if they were to survive and be able to thrive after not only dealing with the Thanapod that was still moaning about being hungry underneath them. “You remember the plan, yes?” Whispering, Torrin proceeds to rub his thumb across (Y/N)’s cheeks, watching as she nodded. “You’ll deal with the Thanapod, I’ll work out the escape plan.” (Y/N) repeated the process that had been discussed many times, nodding before stepping away from him. “Torrin, you better make it out alive.” She merely stated, sincerely smiling before moving out of the room to her position. 

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It would be something admirable to be able to simply watch the scene unfold from afar, watching as the bright, scorching flames engulfed and slowly ate away at the wood of the ship, pieces breaking off and floating away with the waves of the ocean. Yet, unfortunately, that was not the way that it currently was. Listening to the bellow screeching of  anger of betrayal and pain of being engulfed by the flames that came from the Thanapod echoed throughout the air, a little tip that (Y/N) was able to give Torrin based on a past experience of watching some ship crew take down a Thanapod with fire. Anxiously waiting there with the escape boat, eyes frantically searching for him amongst the flames and the flying debris, (Y/N) yelling out Torrin’s name in the midst of the explosion that took place on the boat. For a moment, there had been nothing. No sign of Torrin, no sign of the Thanapod, no sign of life whatsoever. Here (Y/N) had believed that she was once again all alone in this strange, alientic life. That was till she had caught sight of Torrin rising up to the water surface, coughing and spitting up water. 

It doesn’t take long to get him within the boat, making sure that he’s okay from having come face to face with the Thanapod himself, which she would admit that she had felt something similar to guilt. “Are you going to be heading to Phaiden Island now?” (Y/N) questions after some minutes of rowing away from the ship, taking in the sight of how the light from the flickering flames made Torrin’s skin seemingly glow. “That is the plan, yes.” A moment of silence, a mere moment of a slight aching feeling within her chest. “I’m not able to go with you that far, you know that Torrin. The people.. Won’t accept someone such as I, especially being with someone such like you.” There’s the painstaking moment of silence as (Y/N) tries to read whatever thoughts were on Torrin’s mind but becomes confused by the smile that appears upon his face. “Don’t worry, darling. There was no chance that I had planned on staying there permanently, not when I have you now.” A soft laugh, standing up before glancing down into the water below them. “So, then your plan is for us to set sail upon the sea after gaining another boat? Hopefully without another Thanapod trying to put us in shambles once more?” It’s that moment that the smile on his face grows, acknowledging her words with a nod. “I’ll be waiting for you then, Torrin.” As she proceeds to jump off the boat and into the water, swimming down into the depths to find a temporary home, at least until he comes to retrieve her, Torrin responds, “And I, you, (Y/N).”

[lxxse-cannxn]

Hi! Im I don't know if you're still taking request's but I would like to ask for one of love death and robots by the season 3 about the episode "bad traveling" I was thinking ñ about Torrin x mermaid reader, were he and his crew capture her or have to transport her ( you decide) Torrin falls in love with her and now he's trying to protect and release her ( if you want to incluye the thanapod that's you're desicion either, maybe she help him with it) a little angtsy but with a Happy ending for both of the and having a daughter maybe...? I'm sorry if it's too much, but I can't lie I need it, I hope that you take it and if you can't that's ok :3 (but yeah, I can't wait to read it)

Hi anon, I don’t write fanfics, sorry!

[toutorii]

Hey! I was wondering If you could do general relationship headcanons for Cassie from young justice with a fem reader?? No one ever writes for her and I’m a simp :)

Tysm <3

YJ Cassie Hcs

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Authors Note: AAAAAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH

Cassie has always been one of my favorites (the only thing I didn’t like was when she ended up dating a certain person T-T) I’m so sorry that this took so long >_<

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Cassie Girlfriend HCs

- Cassie is the type to do push-ups with you sitting on her. I’m sorry I don’t make the rules

- I also feel like she would be no into into pda, but def a big hand holder.

- (Unless you’re not comfortable with it)

- If you live together she would never wake up first, which is a blessing in disguise because her sleeping face is just so adorable

- like drool and everything

- I feel like she’s both a big spoon and a little spoon, so really whatever you want to do and she’ll be fine with it

- Will throw you elaborate parties and celebrations for your birthday, anniversary, graduation, e v e r y t h i n g

- When she introduced you to her mom, she n e r v o u s

- Like you were too, but she was shaking

- It’s not that she was unsure if her mom would like you…

- No it was more so the fact that she wasn’t sure how her mom would react to her daughter having a girlfriend

- But she had nothing to worry about and her mom loved you and your whole relationship

- Give this child the forehead kithes

- She will literally shutdown

- Her face would be so red and she wouldn’t know how to react

- She would totally have you in her phone as “my love” or “y/n 💕” or “my sunshine ☀️”

- If you don’t have a cute name for her she would be so offended LMAO

- “Why don’t you have a cute nickname for me 😠🥺😭”

- She does have her moments of doubt and insecurity

- So just be there for her and she’ll eventually open up and talk about it

- Would totally take you to an amusement park on a date

- And then get sick because she ate a bunch of sweets before y’all rode a really big rollercoaster

- “I told you not to eat so much, Cassie”

- “ Well it’s all a part of the experience ^_^”

- Honestly loves you so much

- Even though it’s cheesy, you are her entire world

- Is the type to hold your face in her hands and say “shhh I’m holding the world in my hands”

- All in all I think know that Cassie would be the best girlfriend

[desiraypark]

Dangerous Kisses

Hey y’all. I’m still learning fanfic terminology and all of that, so please bare with me! Hope you like it. One-Shot Characters: Kylo Ren x Female Reader Trigger/Content Warning: Depression/Postpartum Depression; Angst; implication that outside of this scenario, the intimate relationship is tumultuous. Word Count: 464

Your own parents didn't want you, and they made you feel that all the time. At first, you didn't want Torrin. At least, not with the man who was her father--your ruler, your Emperor; a man who'd massacred thousands of people just to be able to sit on a throne. But you didn't want Torrin to feel what you felt as a child. No child deserved to be hated. So, you overcompensated, and it'd come back to bite you. Torrin was spoiled and had developed a temper. You wished you could say she got it from her father, but your temper was probably just as bad as his. In fact, that’s what drew you to Kylo, and him to you. Torrin ran to your arms when she fell and only wished to be fed from your breast. You could not move an inch without her latching onto your leg. Sometimes it was nice to be loved that unconditionally, but most times, you wished for your life before her, before Kylo Ren, and before the First Order. She'd finally fallen asleep. You left her quarters, walked into yours, sank to the black marble floor and sobbed. Your cries bounced off the walls, then became muffled when you leaned over your kneecaps with your face in your hands. Moments passed--you don't know how many--and you barely heard the doors slide. You didn't have the strength to pull yourself together. You didn't care if he saw you crumbling. The thuds of his boots ascended in your direction and the doors closed behind him. Your cries turned to whimpers, and suddenly, you felt leather gloves grip your arms and lift you up. You looked at your husband through cloudy eyes, then turned your head away. He released one of your arms and turned your face back in his direction. Kylo did not like displays of weakness from anyone—and if this were any other night, you’d fear his reaction. But tonight, you just couldn’t care less. He took you in with his dark eyes—probably reading your mind, which you hated. Then, finally, he released your face and kissed you on the cheek. A soft gasp fell from your lips—and seconds after it fell, he planted a slow peck on your lips. He pulled you into his wide chest, wrapped his arms around you, and kissed your forehead. You hated him for who he was and for how he made you feel: angry, sad, and ashamed…and protected. And as dark and pitiful as it was, the most dangerous man in the galaxy was also the only person who made you feel loved. He rubbed your back and pressed his lips against your forehead once more. Almost like he touched a trigger, you dropped your head in his chest and wept.

[agoodroughandtumble]

Hold the Line - Bucky/Reader AU (9/?)

Status: On going Pairing: Sixth form (18yr old)/journalist Bucky x reader Summary: You and Bucky liked each other during sixth form. And then everything went wrong. Six years later you’re working at a newspaper and a new colleague makes your head dizzy and your morals questionable. (Modern AU) Warning(s): 18+ Language, some implied smut straight off the bat and later on, all the cliches A/N: I wrote this for a friend based on characters we created, and then modified it for Marvel. Rex not owned by me but by a friend of mine who has given me permission to write him. This was written with originally with British characters and while I’ve gone through it I apologise if I’ve missed parts which are super British.

Read part 1 [here]

[Masterlist]

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2012.

Bucky had managed to keep his composure after the conversation with Ciaran, despite his brain functioning at ninety miles a minute. Surely there was some sort of mistake here. You didn’t like him. You were too busy keeping the sun shining to like anyone. And even if you did, why would it be him? You were warmth and brightness, summer and fire. He was dark and cold and undeserving. Clearly Ciaran was wrong. Maybe you had in fact said you liked him, but as a friend, or out of pity and definitely not in the way he liked you, the way he so desperately wanted, needed, you to like him.

He dropped his sports bag onto the bench and sat down next to it, practically downing his bottle of water as he did so. The rest of the team were already in the changing rooms but he needed space, needed to breathe and think. His thighs were restless, unable to keep still with all the nerves and energy coursing through him, despite the hour’s training. This was insane. It was utter nonsense and it was insane. Christ, the last time he’d spoken to you he’d basically thrown a pen at you and ran away. Of course you didn’t like him. You probably thought he was a complete nutter, and honestly, you wouldn’t be wrong.

Deciding he couldn’t be arsed with the banter from the rest of the team, he started making his way off the field. It was a hot day, and although his kit was sweat and grass stained and stank it was cooler than changing into his shirt and trousers. It was a short walk home, which luckily gave him less time to think about his situation. Part of him knew that Ciaran had misunderstood, but there was a small, hopeful part of him that couldn’t help but entertain the what if. What if there was something between the two of you? What if those bright smiles and wide eyes were only reserved for him? His mind was racing, heart thundering in his chest, threatening to burst free at any minute. It was more than a relief when he eventually arrived home, throwing his bag on the floor and was about to head upstairs when he heard a noise from the kitchen.

“James?”

He stopped in his tracks and let out a groan, reluctantly following the sound. “What?”

His step-father gave him a strange look. “You didn’t get changed.”

Bucky shrugged, “Too hot.”

Alexander clearly thought there was more to it than that, “Is that so?” He tilted his head, looking step-son up and down. “You look flustered.”

“I’m fine.” Bucky lied, heading towards the fridge. He pulled out a can of Coke, drank it in one and threw it into the rubbish bin. “What did you want, anyway?”

Alexander opened the window and pulled the small glass ash tray towards him before pulling a packet of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. “I have some business tonight. Thought you could make yourself useful.”

“I have homework.”

Alexander gave him an amused smile, “Which you never do anyway. I just need you to be sociable and affable – we both know you can do that.” He was right, of course, Bucky prided himself on his charm and ability to win people over. Still, he didn’t particularly want to spend all evening with his step-father’s stuffy and uptight business associates. When Bucky didn’t protest, Alexander continued. “I have a dinner with a representative with a potential client, and he’s bringing his sister – I thought you could lighten up her evening.”

Bucky gave him a questioning look. “Are you pimping me out?”

Alexander let out a small chuckle and flicked some ash out of the window. “No, I believe she’s in your year and her brother is very protective so I’m definitely not leaving you two alone. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) – you know her?”

Bucky’s mouth fell open, eyes far wider than he wanted them to be. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) You want me to go to dinner with (Y/N)?”

“Is that a problem?” Alexander asked, although Bucky knew that he wasn’t actually being given a choice in the matter.

He continued to stare at his step-father, brain trying to register exactly what was going on before he let out a soft groan and turned around, heading out of the room. “I’m going for a shower.”

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2018.

You had managed to write some actual words of her article, which, considering your mind kept wandering to your strange encounter with Bucky that was quite an impressive achievement. Torrin had also returned, although he refused to tell you where he’d been which just annoyed you and confirmed that he had definitely been doing something that you wouldn’t approve of. You peeked over the screen of your laptop, chuckling slightly at the sight of Torrin, leant forward, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he furiously typed. If only you had that level of focus.

You leant back in her chair, having already given up with attempting to get any work done when your mind was clearly occupied elsewhere. But you were bored. And you couldn’t just stare at Bucky for the rest of the day – that might have made a few people a bit suspicious. You let out a loud sigh. Torrin didn’t react. He didn’t react to the second one either. You stuck your tongue out at him. Nothing. You started typing nonsense onto your keyboard, increasing the volume with each letter. He didn’t even blink. Letting out a defeated groan, you threw your head back and stared up at the ceiling. Torrin was a pain in the arse when he was in the mood – impossible to distract. You dropped your head to look at him again and then started picking up loose paper clips to throw at him. The first two missed him completely, but the third managed to hit his cheekbone. Finally! You cheered in her head.

“Ow.”

You scoffed, “That didn’t hurt.”

He eventually tore his eyes away from his screen, raising an amused eyebrow. “Are you bored?”

You nodded, a small pout on her lips, “Entertain me?”

“I’m afraid my thrusting isn’t quite as impressive as Rex’s.” He glanced at the clock on his screen. “Tell you what, I’m going to have lunch in fifteen. Why don’t you go and get a table at the cafe? I’ll treat you.”

“Hmm.” You pretended to think about this at great length before practically bouncing out of your chair and grabbing your bag. “I’m timing you.”

He gave you a wide smile, offering out his little finger to you. “Fifteen minutes.”

You bounded out of the office enthusiastically. It was a sunny day, far too nice to be cooped up in the office with no inspiration to write. There was a short wait for the lift, but unfortunately it was time enough for someone else to start waiting. You looked up at him with a questioning look. “Stalking me now?”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Don’t think so highly of yourself, doll.”

That was the second time he’d called you that. If he did it again, you were going to slap him. “That’s rich coming from you.”

He snorted, earning himself a glare. “Remember when you used to be nice to me?”

“Remember when you weren’t an arrogant wanker?”

“Not really,” he shrugged, but there was a smile on his lips. He was enjoying this far too much for your liking. The lift opened and they both shuffled inside. You had walked to one corner, and annoyingly Bucky had followed, shoulder nudging hers. “Confidence is sexy.”

You were about to say something, or just slap him when suddenly you felt a jolt. One hand braced against the lift of the wall while the other automatically flew to Bucky’s gripping it tightly. “The fuck was that?”

Bucky subconsciously squeezed your hand reassuringly, “I think the lift’s stuck.”

You gripped tighter, almost painfully. “What? What do you fucking mean? The lift can’t be fucking stuck. Why is it stuck? What the fuck do we do?”

He stared at you for a second before the penny dropped. “Oh. Oh shit.” He pulled his hand out of yours, placing both of them on your shoulders and turning you to face him. “(Y/N), (Y/N), calm down.” Your eyes were squeezed shut, entire body rigid with tension and fear, and your breathing coming out in short, quick bursts. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” When that didn’t seem to help he pulled you towards him gently. One arm dropped and found its way around your waist while the other moved around your shoulders, holding you against him. “You’re okay, everything’s going to be fine. Trust me.”

[agoodroughandtumble]

Hold the Line - Bucky/Reader AU

Status: On going

Pairing: Sixth form (18yr old)/journalist Bucky x reader

Summary: You and Bucky liked each other during sixth form. And then everything went wrong. Six years later you’re working at a newspaper and a new colleague makes your head dizzy and your morals questionable. (Modern AU)

Warning(s): 18+ Language, some implied smut straight off the bat and later on, all the cliches, potentially horribly OOC canons

A/N: I wrote this for a friend based on characters we created, and then modified it for Marvel. Rex not owned by me but by a friend of mine who has given me permission to write him. This was written with originally with British characters and while I’ve gone through it I apologise if I’ve missed parts which are super British.

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2012.

You opened your eyes slowly, trying not to be blinded by the sun which seemed to have no regard for your hangover. Letting out a small grown you snuggled back under the covers and tried to get some sleep. Until you remembered. Ah. Last night. You scrunched up your face. Iwan, your brother, was going to kill you. Not because of what you did, but rather with whom… Another groan left your lips. At the time, and after several shots, and Natasha’s “helpful” encouragement, Bucky Barnes had seemed like a perfectly sensible idea.

The best idea, actually. In your inebriated and weakened state the tight fitting black shirt (rolled perfectly at the elbows, you’d noticed) and his short, slicked back hair you desperately wanted to run your hands through, he had seemed like the only possible course of action. And then he looked at you with eyes that were almost too blue and licked his bottom lip before taking a swig from his beer, Bucky was no longer a course of action but a fervent, consuming need. Your hands went to cover your face, torn between being completely and utterly embarrassed and wanting to run through the street high-fiving everyone that crossed your path. Instead, you bit your lip as a small smile formed. Yes, Iwan was going to kill you when he found out, but Bucky had certainly been worth it. That boy certainly knew what he was doing, although impressing you wouldn’t have been that difficult what with your complete lack of experience.

Your nerves had been painfully obvious, as was your embarrassment. You cringed inwardly, trying not to remember your useless fumbling with his belt buckle, or when you had nearly crushed his skull by clamping your thighs around his head a little too enthusiastically. He’d just smirked up at you, and made some cocky comment about how you were clearly enjoying yourself. You would have slapped him if you weren’t torn between wanting him to continue and wanting to run away and hide in a hole forever. He wasn’t wrong, but still, you were trying to be confident and sexy, and managing to be anything but.

Your phone buzzed under the pillow, thankfully pulling you away from your thoughts. A grin immediately formed on your features when you saw who the message was from. And then immediately fell.

Had practice early. See you around, doll.

You could have been staring at that message for hours for all you knew, trying to process what had happened in your head. Yes, Bucky had a bit of a reputation around school but really? That was it? That was all you got? You wiped an angry tear from your eye before it managed to fall. You had been drunk, you’d wanted to have a good night and you did – you certainly weren’t now going to cry about Bucky fucking Barnes.

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2018.

You looked up from your laptop as a figure appeared in your peripheral. A blonde man smiled down at you, offering you a cup of coffee which you took with a bright smile. “Morning, Tor.”

He slumped down in the chair opposite you, feet immediately settling on the desk in front of yours. “So,” he began, not even bothering with pleasantries. “Remember that time we got really drunk?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. This was a strange way to start the morning. “Which time?”

“When you started telling me about all of your sexual encounters,” there was a small pause as a smile made its way onto his lips whilst remembering what you’d said, “And then called me a sex pest and pervert.”

You shrugged, “Well, you are.”

He inclined his head as if in agreement. “Anyway, because of that night I now have amazing news.”

You eyed him suspiciously. “What are you talking about?”

Leaning forward, he took a sip from his own coffee – trying to prolong the torment. “We have a new co-worker.” He grinned at you, a grin wide enough to show all of his teeth.

Your face fell. “Who?” He didn’t answer. “Torrin.”

His grin left, being replaced with a pensive expression. “What did you say about him? Oh yes, ‘fuck me eyes and fuck everything attitude.”

Your jaw involuntarily clenched. You knew exactly who he was talking about. “Tell me you’re joking.”

“No can do, missy.” He checked his watch, a small smirk forming. “Should be here any minute...”

“Fuck off, Tor!” You threw a stapler at him which hit his chest. He feigned agony, rubbing the spot where it had bounced off. “Why is he here? Why the fuck would Rex employ him?”

There was another shrug. And then he sighed, “Come on, it won’t be that bad. Not like you have to sleep with him. Again.”

This time it was the hole punch that was launched at him. “One fucking word, Torrin.” You warned before sinking into your chair, arms folded tightly across your chest.

He held his hands up defensively, and also so it would be easier to catch anything else aimed at him. “It’ll be fine, he probably doesn’t even remem- okay, not helpful. Just ignore him, and if he does say anything: kick him in the balls.”

[agoodroughandtumble]

Hold the Line - Bucky/Reader AU Part 7

Status: Incomplete Pairing: Sixth form (18yr old)/journalist Bucky x reader Summary: You and Bucky liked each other during sixth form. And then everything went wrong. Six years later you’re working at a newspaper and a new colleague makes your head dizzy and your morals questionable. (Modern AU) Warnings: 18+. Language, some implied smut straight off the bat and later on, all the cliches, potentially horribly OOC canons 

Read Part 1 [here]

[Masterlist]

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 2012.

You grabbed your phone and immediately called Natasha. The redhead answered chirpily. “What’s up?”

“Weirdest thing just happened.” You paused, not entirely sure yourself what exactly had happened. “Bucky just came over.”

“Did you jump on him?”

You rolled your eyes, but there was an amused smile on your lips caused by your friend’s question. “He gave me a pen.” There was a pause. “Apparently your pen.”

This time the short silence was caused by Natasha who seemed to be considering this. “So he clearly likes you.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, okay.”

“No, seriously, it’s obvious.”

“Because he gave me your pen?” The disbelief was obvious in you tone.

“You’re an idiot. The pen was clearly just an excuse to see you.”

“You think so?” You asked, trying to keep the hopefulness and desperation out of your voice.

“Mm-hm.”

You sighed and laid on your back, fiddling with a few strands of hair. “Well what am I supposed to do now?”

“Flirt with him, obviously.”

“Obviously.” You repeated in a sarcastic tone.

Natasha tutted down the line. “He’s clearly interested – just let him know you’re interested too.”

After twenty minutes or so of Natasha bestowing her man based wisdom on you, you said your goodbyes and you hung up, phone discarded on your pillow. You stared up at the ceiling, a million thoughts fighting for dominance in your head. Part of you wanted to believe what Natasha had told you, that Bucky did in fact like you. But you didn’t want to get your hopes up only for both of you to be wrong. Bucky was flirty with everyone, all the time. You couldn’t make a fool out of yourself (because, really, who were you kidding about your ability to successfully flirt?) based on a pen that wasn’t even yours. You sat up, hugging your knees to her chest when a thought occurred to you, and before you could convince yourself it was a bad idea your mouth opened and you were shouting at the door.

“Ciaran! Come here a sec!”

A few moments later your twin brother approached with a confused but friendly smile, tugging his earphones out and shoving them into his jeans’ pocket. “What you want?”

You patted on the bed beside you, and he took the hint, sitting down side on to face you. “I need a favour, before I decide how stupid this is.”

Ciaran eyed you suspiciously. You had been acting weird for the last couple of weeks and he didn’t like the feeling of not knowing what you were thinking. “Okay,” he nodded slowly, “What do you need? And how stupid?”

You started chewing on you bottom lip, suddenly too nervous. Ciaran and Bucky were friends, after all, what if Ciaran knew something you and Natasha didn’t, or what if he just didn’t want to help because they were friends. “Nat thinks...” you let out a shaky breath, “Nat thinks Bucky likes me.” At this, Ciaran’s eyebrows shot up and you smacked his arm. “Shut up. I just...I don’t know, I-”

“You want me to spy on him for you?” There was an annoying smirk on his face. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Well, yes.”

There was a pause, and then he grinned at you. “Okay, let’s do this.”

*

2018.

Bucky let his forehead fall against the wall with a groan and a thud. Part of him had been amused when you had practically shouted at him about your relationship with your boss. You couldn’t lie for shit. And then whatever the hell had happened just then had happened and now Bucky no longer knew what was going on.

He sighed, enjoying the cool wall against his almost burning skin. There was no reason for him to be jealous – he knew that, of course he did – but that just made the situation all the more unbearable. You and he had only shared one night, six years ago, and then he’d run away. His head collided with the wall once again. Maybe if he did it hard enough he’d knock himself out and not feel anything for a few hours. Surely that was preferable to having confusing feelings for a woman he hadn’t spoken to in six years.

The door opened behind him, causing him to jump and desperately try to compose himself.

Torrin was eyeing him suspiciously.

Bucky tried to look nonchalant. “Thought you’d be enjoying the spectacle.”

Torrin shrugged, “Not my thing.” There was a pause, and then the blonde decided to test his theory. “Besides, (Y/N) asked me to see where you’d gone.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched. He was determined not to show any emotion. “Is she not too busy being serenaded?”

A small smile passed across Torrin’s lips. “He’s doing Hooked on a Feelin’ now.”

At this, Bucky couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Is this going to a common occurrence?”

“Fuck knows.”

An awkward silence fell upon the two men. Torrin watched Bucky, trying to work out what he was thinking and drawing a blank. He took a gamble. “(Y/N) told me you know each other.”

Bucky remained stoic.

Torrin tried to push a little further. “And what happened...that night.”

Bucky shrugged, surprising himself with his own composure. “Did she tell you it wasn’t a big deal?”

There was something about Bucky’s shrug, and then quickness of his brushed off response that made Torrin suspicious. He still didn’t like the man, and honestly, you must have been off your tits because that was the only explanation he could come up with as to why his friend would chose the man standing in front of him. And yet, there was something Torrin couldn’t quite figure out about him. His words and his body didn’t seem to be in agreement. He crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing the dark haired man up and down, which wasn’t as intimidating as he’d hoped it would be given the height difference between them.  

Bucky clearly noticed this. “What?”

“Nothing,” Torrin lied and relaxed again, “Just looking out for my friend.”

There was a raised eyebrow, and a look Torrin could only describe as amusement on Bucky’s face. “I thought that was Rex’s job.”

[agoodroughandtumble]

Hold the Line - Bucky/Reader AU Part 5

Status: Incomplete Pairing: Sixth form (18yr old)/journalist Bucky x reader Summary: You and Bucky liked each other during sixth form. And then everything went wrong. Six years later you’re working at a newspaper and a new colleague makes your head dizzy and your morals questionable. (Modern AU) Warnings: 18+. Language, some implied smut straight off the bat and later on, all the cliches, potentially horribly OOC canons 

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 March 2012.

“I’ll get it!” You shouted up the stairs to your brothers as you headed towards the front door, a spring in your step and a smile on your face which quickly vanished as soon as you swung the door open to find, “Bucky?”

“(Y/N), hi.” He gave you a smile but it was an uneasy one, if you didn’t know him any better you’d think he was nervous.

“Did you want Ciaran?” You asked, knowing that they were both on the football team.

“No, no, I, erm,” he pulled his rucksack from his shoulders and started rifling through it, stopping when he found what he was looking for and thrust a black biro in her face. “I think this is Nat’s, she dropped it, so I thought you could give it back to her.”

“Oh, okay.” You took it from him and slid it into your jeans pocket. You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. “Why not just go to hers?”

His mouth fell open, as if to say something but his brain didn’t seem to have engaged so he just stared at you for what seemed like an eternity before answering, “Well, I, er, I know your house because of Ciaran anyway and I was just passing and it seemed like an important pen and you’ll see her first so it made sense. At the time. Yeah.”

You nodded, still unsure as to why Bucky was acting so weirdly around you. “Well, I’ll make sure she gets it.”

“Excellent!” Bucky replied a little too enthusiastically, and too loudly. “I’ll be off then. To my house.” He gestured to the road with his thumb. “Bye then!” He practically ran out of her drive and down the road, you watching him incredulously.

*

2018.

The rest of the day had continued with relative normality. You refused to acknowledge Bucky’s continued presence, and Torrin only did so in order to glare at him. You were just finishing up and about to collect your stuff when Rex asked to have a word with you in his office. Without having to turn around, you could feel the smirk on Bucky’s lips, and heard him mutter something about being considerate for the cleaning ladies but you chose to ignore him. Rex hadn’t mentioned their conversation earlier all day, this was likely to be your bollocking now.

You knocked on the door gingerly. “You wanted to talk to me?”

Rex nodded, gesturing towards the seat in front of him. “Take a seat.” There was a small pause. “So, I’m assuming you know what I’m going to ask you.”

You nodded, and started picking at the skin next to your fingernails. “I could hazard a guess.” Your boss cleared his throat, signalling that you should continue. “I might have inferred that you and I are an item.”

“Any particular reason or…?”

You sighed, this really wasn’t something you wanted to be telling anyone – let alone your boss. “I know Bucky. We went to school together, and...and he was my first, y’know...” you started chewing on your bottom lip, still not looking up at him. “And, he broke my heart.” There was a sigh and a small sniff. Then a shrug. “I guess I wanted to make him jealous or prove I didn’t care any more or something.”

Rex looked at you curiously, leaning back into his chair. He’d never seen you look like this – you were always full of smiles and laughter and enthusiasm. To see you looking so unsure, it was rather unsettling. He let out a considered sigh. “It’s after work hours, so officially I’m speaking as a friend and not your boss.”

You looked up questioningly, having no idea where he was going with this.

“This guy was a dick?”

You gave a small nod, and another sniff.

“What exactly did you say? Any details?”

You didn’t allow yourself to smile – having some idea of what he was thinking, but not wanting to get your hopes up just in case. “Just that we’re together.”

“Right,” he leant forward, arms crossed against his desk, “I’m doing this because if you’re in a shit mood then there’s no hope for the rest of us – we need our office sunshine back.” You couldn’t help but give a small, embarrassed smile. “Tomorrow’s our one year anniversary – and we’ve been keeping it quiet for professional reasons but I’m romantic so you’re getting a gesture. But I’m only agreeing to help you on the proviso that your cheer up. Deal?”

You couldn’t help but smile at him. Most people would have probably shouted at you for doing something so stupid, and demand you go and tell Bucky the truth  - Rex, however, seemed to understand. Or maybe he was just bored. Either way, you weren’t going to complain. “Deal.”

*

Arriving home, you threw your keys onto the side table in the hallway before calling up to your brothers. Ciaran was probably doing something terribly clever on his computers, while Kai would be cooking them all dinner and Iwan – you glanced at your watch – Iwan would still be on his evening run. Kai popped his head around the kitchen door, “How was your day?”

You shrugged, trying to appear casual and not managing it at all. Your eldest brother’s eyebrows furrowed. “You want to talk about it?”

There was another, less committed shrug, and then Kai disappeared. You let out sigh of relief, assuming that the subject had been dropped but he returned a second later with an open bottle of beer and held it out to you. You gave him a questioning look.

“What?” He wiggled the bottle slightly, trying to encourage you to take it, “Just because I’m not doesn’t mean you can’t – trust me, you look like shit.”

“See, this is why I prefer talking to Ciaran.” You took the bottle from him nonetheless and took a large swig.

“Ciaran’s an idiot.” Kai replied matter-of-factly and gestured for you to follow him into the kitchen. He turned back to the pans on the stove, but you knew that he was still listening. “What’s wrong?”

You started fiddling at the label on the bottle. “Someone new started today, or...someone not new. Someone I know.” There was a silence, Kai was obviously waiting for you to elaborate. You let out a frustrated groan. “It’s Bucky, y’know fro-”

“I know.” He replied, still not looking at you. He pulled a teaspoon out of the drawer, dipping it in the pan to gather some of the sauce he was making before approaching you and holding it out for you. “What do you think?”

You looked up at him with an unimpressed expression across you face. “Are you even listening? Bucky. As in...Bucky Bucky.”

He gave you a small smile, “I know. Why, is he still important to you?”

“No, no of course not.”

“Then why is this a problem?”

You let out a frustrated sigh, waving the bottle at him before taking another swig. “Don’t use your reverse psychology bullshit on me.”

His lips twitched into a smile, “Because it’s working?”

You let out a huff. “Maybe. I don’t know.” There was a pause. “I told him I’m dating Rex.”

“Okay...” Kai seemed to be trying to work out your motive and drawing up a blank. He pressed his lips together as he sat down opposite you – the spoon abandoned – and took one of your hands in his, running his thumb against the back of it. “Seems like he is still important, sis.”

Running a hand over your face you nodded, “I haven’t thought about him in so long. And now he’s here again. And smirking and offering me quickies in the supply closet.”

At this, Kai’s eyebrows shot straight up. “Obviously you didn’t?”

“Thanks!”

“Sorry,” he let out a breath, “So, what are you going to do?”

“Quit my job and move to Alaska.”

“Solid plan, only you hate the cold. Or, alternatively, you could confront the problem, talk to him, tell him how you feel, how he hurt you and you want him to apologise.”

You looked at him incredulously, taking another, longer swig from the bottle. “Yeah, th-that’s not happening.”

[agoodroughandtumble]

Hold the Line - Bucky/Reader AU Part 6

Status: Incomplete Pairing: Sixth form (18yr old)/journalist Bucky x reader Summary: You and Bucky liked each other during sixth form. And then everything went wrong. Six years later you’re working at a newspaper and a new colleague makes your head dizzy and your morals questionable. (Modern AU) Warnings: 18+. Language, some implied smut straight off the bat and later on, all the cliches, potentially horribly OOC canons 

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March 2012.

Bucky had cursed at himself throughout his entire journey home. What the hell had that been? He’d just turned up at your door and instead of saying what he had wanted, what he had planned he...gave you a pen. And then lied about it being Natasha’s pen. He let out a frustrated sigh, kicking his shoes off in the hall and heading up to his room before flopping face first onto the bed. He. Was. An. Idiot. The journey to yours had been fine – he was going to knock on the door, turn on the Barnes charm, flash you his signature smirk and you would have immediately fallen in love with him. It was a fool-proof plan, and therein lied the problem. Right now he felt like the most incompetent fool in the whole of New York. No girl in their right mind was ever going to immediately fall in love with a flustering idiot thrusting a pen at them.

Another frustrated sigh left his lips as he searched for his phone, sending a text to Steve.

Well that went fucking well.

What did you do?

I gave her a pen.

And they say romance is dead.

Fuck off. I’m charming! I play football! Everyone one in our year wants to jump on me!

Especially when you flirt via stationary.

Rather petulantly, Bucky threw his phone to the other side of the bed. It was obvious that Steve wasn’t taking his crisis seriously. This sort of thing didn’t happen to Bucky. He was the charmer of the whole year, getting girls to like him was something he could just do. This was ridiculous. You were ridiculous. A small smile found its way onto his lips at the thought. You were ridiculous – always daydreaming and laughing, knees and hands constantly covered in small red lines from tree branches, sunshine seemingly radiating from her.

“Get it together, Buck.” He muttered to himself. He needed to focus, to relax and to come up with something much better than throwing writing equipment at you.

*

2018.

You arrived at work to find a large, and rather expensive looking bouquet of flowers on your desk. Rex really did seem to be taking the lie seriously, and you couldn’t help but let a small smile appear on your lips. Torrin was eyeing you suspiciously as you started reading the card that had been attached. “To my beautiful girlfriend, to commemorate the best day of my life.” You looked up at where he was watching her from his office and gave you a wink, you rolled your eyes but mouthed him thanks all the same. As soon as you sat down, Torrin was leant forward in his seat.

“You going to explain this?”

You looked at him smugly, knowing that he hated to be left out of any gossip. “Maybe.”

He pouted. “Am I not your best friend?”

“Of course, but I’m allowed some secrets.”

“No, no you’re not.”

You chewed your lip. Torrin would obviously be suspicious once Rex started acting differently around you, and he knew about Bucky...you nodded at him and then put a finger to your lips before opening up your email – explaining to him how you’d panicked and accidentally told Bucky that you were seeing Rex, and to your surprise and eternal gratitude their boss was happy to make the man suffer a little. Torrin read with wide eyes, and when he looked up at you there was a surprised smile on his face. “How do you do this? You are ridiculous.”

“Shut up,” you threw a paper clip at him, “Just play along, please?”

“Alright, only because I love you.”

“Trying to steal my girl?” Rex had managed to creep up on them and planted a chaste kiss on your cheek – earning a few confused glances from the other workers in the office. He looked down at you, a mischievous look on his face. “I have a surprise for you, sweetheart, seeing as it is a very special day.”

“What are you up to?”

He folded his arms across his chest, still looking as though he was up to no good. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

*

Bucky had also noticed the flowers on your desk, and the note, jaw clenching automatically. He hadn’t said anything though, just quickly made himself a coffee and then sat at his desk hoping to distract himself with his assignment. But his ears had pricked up when he’d heard Rex’s voice, heard how effortlessly the word “sweetheart” had rolled off his tongue and found himself glaring. At him, at you, at the stupidly ostentatious bouquet in front of you. His fingers started drumming against his desk, trying to rid himself of the excessive nervous energy building within him. Bucky hadn’t felt this useless since high school, when he’d given you that damn pen. Rex hadn’t given her a pen – he’d given her something beautiful and thoughtful, and had done it as an actual, planned gesture and not because he was too nervous to tell you what he’d actually wanted to.

He leant back in his chair, stretching his arms up before running his hands through the back of his hair. Work. Focus. Stop looking at (Y/N). Stop glaring at Rex. St-

The sound of music filtering through the office caused his ears to prick up again. The lights had been dimmed slightly, everyone in the room looking seemingly as confused as he was. Rex reappeared from his office, huge, brightly lit grin on his face and – Bucky squinted – was that a microphone in his hand? What the hell…? The music continued as Rex made his way towards your desk, before stopping and holding out his hand to you. Bucky watched, fists clenching and unclenching as you accepted the hand and stood up next to him.

“Sorry to interrupt, everyone,” Rex started and entwined his fingers with yours. “I, we, have a small announcement to make.”

Bucky could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“(Y/N) and I have been romantically attached for a year now. We wanted to keep it quiet, keep it professional but today is our one year anniversary and I wanted to do something special, for the most wonderful person in my life.”

You were smiling, but still looking confused and slightly nervous. Clearly you had no idea what Rex was about to do. Bucky tried to look on with a blank expression, but his bottom lip jammed between his teeth was betraying him. He watched as Rex looked to Torrin who tapped something on his phone and suddenly the music changed. Bucky’s eyes widened as he recognised the song. Rex was completely oblivious to the younger man’s silent protests. Instead, he gave you a wink and propped one foot on your desk so his leg was bent into a position even Bucky thought was far too sexual for the workplace. He noticed you blush, and felt a stabbing in his heart.

But no one noticed, not least you and certainly not Rex who was belting out Rock You Like a Hurricane, his movements alternating between thrusting inappropriately and twirling you around with his spare hand. You were still bright red, but you were smiling and laughing, and Bucky noticed your cheeks flush an even darker crimson as Rex bit his bottom lip while winking at you. That was too much. The whole thing was too much. He pushed his chair back, not noticing the clatter it made as it collided with the floor and practically ran out into the corridor.