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fieldsofbats · 7 months

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a family man : könig x fem!reader

summary: könig wants to know why he hasn't met your family.

tw: bad relationship with mother, mentions of difficult childhood, trust issues reader. please let me know if i have missed anything x

a/n this is completely self-indulging and for v specific audience. mummy issues unite! also my first longer fic :))

you wanted to turn and slam the door in his face, but you knew that would make the situation worse. instead you pushed it open and left it where is slammed against the wall. he followed you into your room, closing the door behind him. each step brought him closer to you and thats all that mattered to him. closer equal comfort, but you felt so far away.

"i just don't understand why its such a big deal?" he whined again. it was the same thing over and over for the pas two weeks. when can i meet your family? why haven't you introduced me? does your family know about me? of course they know about him. well some of them.

you sighed and sat on your desk chair taking off your work boots and socks. it broke your heart a tiny bit to keep answering him the same thing, not strong enough yet to explain to him why you didn't let him meet your family yet.

"it's not a big deal. just...it's difficult." you answered, rushed to think of a new excuse. this time he started to take his uniform off, keeping his hood securely on. the anxiety in you began to grow and bubble up as his questions grew more reasonable, your internal logic falling apart. and you knew the anxiety was just as high in him, he never kept his hood on once you both entered one of yours bedrooms, his or you own.

"but why?" he paused for a moment, shifting backwards onto his heels in defeat. "do you not see a future with me in it?" his voice was scarily calm through the sentence. a future without him? you couldn't even fathom it. is this what you drove him to? the anxiety died down into guilt for pushing aside königs feelings to maintain your high walls.

it just wasn't that easy. having to explain why you never wanted him to meet your family. formulating a response for him seemed to be near impossible without breaking every rule you had set of yourself. every wall that was carefully built to let him in just enough that you seemed normal. its the dropping of the corners of his eyes from his lips frowning, the new shimmer of tears on his waterline that seem to push you over. fuck.

"there will never be a path in my life without you accompanying me, könig." your hand reached up to brush his face through the hood. tears hand't broken yet as the fabric covering his face was still dry, but his shakey breaths told a different story. "just sit down and let me explain."

he obediently sat on the edge of your bed, at this height he was eye level with you.

"firstly, my family live too far away for us to actually meet them anytime soon. and for what its worth, my father and brother both know about you." his hands gripped tighter on your thighs, mostly for his own comfort. he tilted his head in question. you knew before he asked.

"i am not close to my mother. she is still alive. where? i don't know. she is not a nice woman, she is cruel and controlling. she wasn't the best person to my growing up and became worse as i tried to leave home and have any sense of individuality. so no, you will never meet my mother." you sighed out a breath of relief. finally telling him the truth. the ugly awful truth about your own family and your past.

it worried you so much because he is so close to his mother. she is incredible, the epitome of a women. kind, sweet, generous, caring. she welcomed you with open arms when you met her. she taught you to cook königs favourite childhood meal and didn't kick you out after you made so many mistakes.

his eyes wondered downwards as he nodded. his grip never faltered, but you could see the thoughts processing through his mind. you knew you had blown it. fucked it. completely messed it up. this is why the walls are there. this is why you don't commit to people. this is-

"thats alright, perle. thank you for telling me." his eyes had come back up to you during your spiral of thoughts. he wasn't amazing at using his words but his actions always meant more. his hands had risen from your thighs to your waist, gently rubbing up and down in a soothing motion, tugging your shirt up slightly to expose your skin. his hands, free of there gloves, rubbed against your skin. round in circles, up and down, back and forth.

"you know you can just tell me things. i know its difficult but i hope you know you can trust me." he smiled under the hood, "i love you very much."

with that, you stepped forwards on the bed and straddled his legs. both hands wrapped around his neck, chest to chest in a tight embrace. it was so simple but exactly what you needed to hear. his hands remained on your skin, reaching to the top of you back and then down again.

"i love you very much as well." you whispered back. he hummed back and pressed his face further into you. inhaling and exhaling with comfort. you did the same. his shampoo, his body wash, his sweat, his everything.

a moment passed before he said "i'm more scared to meet your dad honestly." you giggled a little at the comment. kissing the top of his head you stood up and stroked the fabric of his hood.

"you should be."

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #headcanon #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig x you #konig x female reader #konig #konig fanfiction #konig cod #konig call of duty #kortac #task force 141 #hehehe my first konig fic #kind of ooc but who cares #editing is for losers

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fieldsofbats · 8 months

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medieval knight! price x armourer! reader

the mornings were the best part of the day in your opinion. none of the knights were awake yet, still sleeping off the previous nights drinks or recovering from a recent mission. it wasn’t until the early afternoon did men come for any alterations to armour or to pick up/ drop off weapons. the sun had just peaked through the front windows and the morning dew had just dried off the grass of the castle gardens. nothing had prepared you for the large unknown man standing behind your door with his fist raised to begin a knock.

gasping loudly and jumping backwards, both hands had raised to attack the unknown man. he had a similar reaction to your gasping at him, he stepped backwards and raised both hands in surrender. after a few moments and recognising he is not a threat, your hands dropped from attack and rested on your chest.

“apologise for my intrusion. i did not mean to frighten you.” the man kept his hands raised with two parchments of paper held to his palm by his thumb. the first thing you notice is his lips, gently encompassed in a thick well-kept beard. unlike other knights who were either clean shaven out of necessity or grew out dirty and untidy beards that made them look decades older. but not his, this made him look sophisticated and upper class, a man of status and respect. and those lips, soft and plump, ready for the taking. wait-

“uh...not at all, sir. what can I help you with this morning?” you stepped aside to welcome him inside your workshop, offering him a seat by the window. he held out the pieces of parchment to you, written directions from the king on this knights new uniform and armour requirements. he was the new military advisor, coming to join the other ranks of the men on the ground. it was rare such thing happened, most advisors relished in the comforts of palace walls and upper class living.

"new to the ranks i see. you're in for some trouble with this lot, sir" you tried to joke to loosen up the tension. his lips pulled into a smile with a gentle chuckle pushing through.

"nothing i can't handle im sure, miss." you nod back and gesture for him to stand up and follow you to a seperate room, the armoury room. he doesn’t say anything and followed behind you, the only sound giving him away his the brush of the fabric of his shirt against his pants as he moves his arms. the walls covered corner to corner in various types and layers of armour, all different sizes and shapes for various types of men and women. you reach out and grab a breast plate and tasses to try on first.

“try these on first, sir." he nods and silently follows your instructions. you stepped up to him to check the sizing, pulling at the plate and pushing a hand underneath to ensure there was space for him to breath comfortably and fit any thick winter wools underneath. the tasses on the other hand, barely fit over his thighs.

"let's try another one of these. step out, sir." you moved the piece of armour and searching through other sizes. you grabbed a larger size and handed it to him. it fit perfectly. you handed him brassards, gauntlets and leather gloves to finish off the top half of his armour. they all fit perfectly. you could see he was impressed.

"you're as good as they say you are." you're movements stopped. you were used to the flirty comments from the knights, arrogance is common on the battlefield. but you have never been complimented on your work before, most comments about your appearance or gender. you loved your job, you were go at it. your gaze went back to his mouth for a moment. this time catching his tongue slipping out to wet his bottom lip, soft and pink. perfect-

"thank you sir." you nodded and turned away to hide your blush. this was highly inappropriate to think about. he is miles and miles above you in the scheme of things. one wrong look or comment and you were out of here. you reached out to check the new additions to his armour.

"just price, miss."

asks are open for ideas and feedback <3

#i just love royal aus and wanted to give one a go #its kind of shit but im okay with that #price x reader #john price x reader #john price #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #john price x you #price x you #imagine #headcanon #its just and idea please bare with me #but i love this idea sm #none of this is historically correct #i googled some shit

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fieldsofbats · 8 months

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hi hello, i have been wanting to introduce myself and lay out some rules for reqs for a while so here we go!

my name is jane (she/her), 21 y/o student living in england. have been on tumblr for a while and finally have the confidence to share my writing.

I AM AN ADULT AND THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG, MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED, BE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN INTERNET CONSUMPTION. THIS IS AN LGBTQ+ SAFE SPACE.

please understand that most of my writing is based upon personal headcanon. i do this for fun and because i love the characters, lets all have fun :) also, please dont 'request' things that phrasing kind of scares me. please send me ideas or some of your personal hc/ au and i can write off that. (e.g. "can i request..."= no, "i have this hc that..."=yes).

at the moment i write for:

simon 'ghost' riley (COD)

könig (COD)

john price (COD)

nameless ghouls (the band ghost)

nameless ghoulettes (the band ghost)

also big fan of:

sleep token (on the fence about writing for them???)

elvira

masked men

måneskin

plague doctors

this list may or may not expand or change as my hyper fixations tend to shift a lot. please always check before asking <3

what i do write:

fluff and angst

smut (i'll give it a go)

gender neutral reader

depressed/ anxious reader

omegaverse

monster au/ hc

what i do NOT write:

male reader (hoping to develop this skill)

eating disorders/ food related topics (going on dinner dates and stuff is fine, but not cooking meals together)

real people (i will not write about per eriksson, i will write about sodo/dewdrop)

physical abuse

thanks so much for reading and please send me some of ur delulu stuff so we can forget this reality together. asks are always open xx

#fieldsofbats #faq #intro post #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #nameless ghouls #cod mw2 #cod mwii #the band ghost

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fieldsofbats · 8 months

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simon riley x waitstaff! reader : getting coffee

okie dokie, the second part of the waitstaff au bc i like it when authors have a reoccurring au and i write what i like to see from others. i am also open to exploring other peoples au’s and discussing ideas. i don’t like the idea of having requests because i don’t wanna put that pressure on myself but i want to work with people and explore lots of ideas i see from people. tl;dr, send me ur ideas but not requests.

part one, part two

ghost would take the longest to ask you out, like he is a confident man (have u heard his lines???) and isn’t afraid of confrontation or anything, just doesn’t like the idea of potentially ruining anything you guys have going because he has ~feelings~

would make sure to do it either after your shift or when it is very quiet and you are the only floor staff on, wants it to be the two of you in an open and casual environment

your comfort and feelings are of the utmost importance to him always thinking: “are they okay with his?” “i’m not over stepping?” “this is okay, right?”

personally strikes me as someone who needs verbal confirmation of others feelings.

he can read a battlefield no problems, can predict movements from a mile away. your feelings??? nah, dude has no clue and needs verbal reassurance, not that he would ask for it but is amazed when you figure that out yourself. ‘fuck they are literally made for me.’

i don’t think he could actually say the words ‘let’s go on a date’, strikes me as a ‘when r u free? Let’s do this…’ kinda person.

would have the whole thing planned out though, has prepared himself for every possible response and outcome. thinks of it as a sort of mission.

i like the idea that he did get advice from price (daddy)

it wouldn’t be the actual task of asking you out that freaks him a bit, but the uncontrollable factor of your response.

he can’t plan for that so is anxious about what you might say or think, hence the over planning and the private obsessiveness.

BUT YOU SAID YES, “yeah, I finish my shift at 4, we could get a coffee or snack if you want?” YES WE CAN GET COFFEE “sounds good.” SOUNDS AMAZING.

waits out the front of the restaurant for you, has been waiting since 3.

figuring out who he should wait, wants to appear casual but wants you to think he is cool. leaning on his bike? no, a bit asshole-y. casually smoking? no, you might not like that. just standing? why does it fuckin’ matter?

oh shit here they come, fuck they look so nice in the sun light.

you smile that sweet smile of yours to him and his knees buckle as he turns to face you fully. he grips the door jam so he doesn’t fall in front of you. He’s already fucked it.

“where were you thinking?” you asked him, completely ignoring his near face plant into the pavement.

he directs you over to a close by coffee shop, you’ve been there before so wave politely to the staff and point to the best seats in the shop. he nods and follows to the back, a small semi-private nook at the back.

he thinks it went well, he tried to avoid the topic of his work and asked you as many questions as possible. but it wasn’t to the point you were talking the entire time.

he could feel himself blushing under his mask, the slightly larger surgical style mask reaching just under his eyes. He was thankful you didn’t push him to take the mask off or tell you his real name.

you understood that military people have a lot they can’t share, particularly someone in SAS. those folks are intense and have extremely private lives.

one coffee turned into two, a few biscuits turned into soup for dinner. then into being asked to leave by the owner.

“oh sorry matt. thanks for putting up with us.” you laughed and began to pack up to leave. ghost, ever the gentleman, paid and you thanked him.

“next one is on me.” NEXT ONE?! dudes heart near leaves his body and race through the street at illegal speeds.

he nods and quickly walks out of the shop to hide his little shiver of excitement. you ask him about his bike (i fuckin love motorcycle men omg), something he is more than happy to chat about and explain to you.

you patiently listen for about ten minutes before he notices he hasn’t taken a breath since he started. “sorry, I’m keeping you.”, you quickly shake your head

“i like hearing you talk, mostly about things you are passionate about.” omg he lov- likes you so much.

he nods and looks away, hiding the massive blush that comes over his nose and cheeks.

“i’ll see you next week ghost.” you smile and wave goodbye.

he waves back and whispers to himself “for the rest of my life darling.”

okay this is kind of shit but i have written this in one sitting in the evening. feedback is always welcome as well, be respectful though. i will probably come back and edit this but enjoy :)

#simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #cod mwii #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #waitstaff!au #ghost riley x you #ghost riley imagine #fanfic #headcanon #rambles

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fieldsofbats · 8 months

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Thankfully this is not a problem on Tumblr (kudos to us!!). But on TikTok, Call of Duty fan editors have been using voice AI apps to make characters (particularly König) say romantic phrases for their edits.

Note: Most voice actors are against this practice and worry fans are actively making their working conditions worse for them.

But fans who only care about getting their fix of sexy edits without regard for the labor and people behind the media they consume simply do not care. Here is an example of a König edit's comment sections in which the creator/editor used voice AI to clone and manipulate the actor's voice 👇🏽

AI is one of the reasons why actors affiliated with SAG-AFTRA are on strike currently at the moment. And recently, voice actors from video games (including Call of Duty's Activision!) have been asking for authorization to strike as well. 👇🏽

In regards to Call of Duty more specifically, Samuel Roukin (Ghost's VA), Neil Ellice (Soap's VA), and Barry Sloane (Price's VA) have all given very avid support for the SAG-AFTRA strikes. And Barry has outright suggested on social media he does not like voice AI manipulation 👇🏽

Using voice AI actively hurts actors, including those that are responsible for bringing to life the characters you love so much. Barry's tweet above was in response to Victoria Atkin's situation in which her voice—as well as other actors—were cloned by fans and other video game studios. Her voice, originally in an Assassin's Creed video game, was cloned by fans to put her in a Skyrim video game. Despite her voice and likeness being used, she does not receive one penny of residuals for it.

And Victoria Atkins is not an outlier or exception. Many other voice actors in video games are concerned with fans ignoring the conditions of their labor as actors and as people to sometimes even make sexually explicit material. The latest example is Skyrim actors coming across pornographic deep fakes of their characters that fans made, but with their face, bodies, and voices.

Labor and financials aside, this is also a total invasion of someone's personhood to be cloning their voice and face to be saying and doing things without their consent or permission. Especially because those images and audios of them can be used against them or for nefarious purposes (e.g. blackmail and political propaganda).

So, if you see people on TikTok using voice AI apps to clone any of the Call of Duty actors' voices, please call them out politely if you can! While we can't stop people, we can at least let them and others who come across the content know why this growing trend is dangerous, anti-labor, and a sign of a sense of selfishness among some fans.

And if you disagree with this and want to continue promoting and using voice cloning and deep fakes, then sure but:

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fieldsofbats · 8 months

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simon riley x waitstaff!reader

thank you to those who liked my first post <3 i am still v new to this and haven't quite figured out my preferred writing style so all feedback is welcome (be respectful tho).

part one

part two

right so at ur work it’s real common to have military folk there bc it is a military town, close to base, training facilities etc.

first visit was just to the bar section of the place. price thought it would be good for moral to go out and have some chill team time, watch a football match and just hang out.

soap ordered some food and you brought it over to them. simon did not notice you bc he was watching the game, but then he got a whiff of soaps food and decided to grab something.

cue you coming back over with your sweet smile and handing him his food and cutlery before wandering back to the resturant bc its a quiet night.

mans is hooked.

second time ghost comes in it’s at night again but the restaurant is slammed bc it’s family week, everyone is getting dinner the night before they gotta head home.

lbr, simon didnt think about you until soap wanted to go out again: "where are we goin'" "that place with the pretty server", knows exactly where they are going.

but still, your smile and warmth towards everyone is so kind and customer service is through the roof. yet he watches as you race around in and out of the kitchen with crazy ease and grace

like dude is impressed at you staying calm and steady despite how fuckin busy it is and people with their insane requests and demands for food (inpatient pricks)

he wants to stick around and watch u but it has become way to loud and busy for him so he bows out and goes back to his quiet room

simon strikes me as someone that likes to have as much regularity in his life as possible, why do you think 141 are literally the only people he has relationships with???

but mainly forms this routine bc he gets to see you, and he knows you will be there bc you’ve old him its your regular shift.

"you basically live here."

"haha no, i just make sure i get the shift with you."

the restaurant would make the booking for him in advance cause he never does but you know he is coming anyway so have it under ‘y/n's man’ (hasn’t told you his name) and ur coworkers think its super cute and funny

but he would make the effort to come in when it is quiet and has the chance to actually listen to you talk and see you interact with others on a more relaxed level BUT he wouldn’t be opposed to seeing you rushing around tables and weaving between guests who haven’t sat down

ngl he would find it hot watching you manage several orders and memorising different peoples requirements, all while keeping that sweet smile and polite manner

you can carry three plates?! this man is sweating under the mask

he doesn’t do a lot of the talking, only when you really prompt him or he is feeling a bit more extroverted that day. Doesn’t wanna talk about military shit with you but that’s all he does so he prefers to listen to you.

knows all the drama and gossip of the restaurant. glad to hear you are not dating the guy behind the bar and that you also don't like the receptionist because he perfume is to strong.

he will hang around and wait for it to die down to be able to talk to you. if it gets too loud for him he might just try and see you at the till as he leaves but has pushed through once or twice to talk to you.

something about you makes him feel more real, that he isn’t just some shell of a man, that he has a purpose. he likes that you treat him normally, the fresh slate you give him is like clean evening air.

ANYWAY it would take him ages to ask you out, like more than six/ seven months, and he would be so nervous (not to the point of stuttering or shaking bc this man is military he has been in worse situations, but his heart would be running a marathon and the self doubt would be just as loud)

but also protective ghost omgggg, he would be seething watching the old men be creepy and shit

knife and fork are down and he is up behind these men leering over them “excuse me, I just have a question about my meal.” just would say anything to get you out of that situation and back over to him. Or would just stand by the register staring down these men (this happens a lot more often than simon would like to admit)

always checks in when he is leaving to make sure he didn’t over step or make you uncomfortable by accident

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #cod mwii #cod mw2 #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #x reader #ahhh my first proper fic #thank yall so so much #pls be kind.

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fieldsofbats · 8 months

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ghost x waitstaff!reader where he comes in every week at a specific time bc he knows they will be there, orders the same thing to the point where they just have to ask if he wants a drink, and the other staff know to let them take out the food, and if its busy he would wait to order and watch them rush around enjoying the way they manage the rush, but also making sure to come in when its quiet so that they talk to him bc its easy to tell that not many people do talk to him, like has no clue what the place is called but knows exactly where soap wants to go when he says "the place with the pretty lass/fella", just simon becoming a regular somewhere. should i expand ????

#ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon riley x you #im just trying to romanticise work #i have no motivation to be employed but imagining is nice #he would be so polite to waitstaff #bit ooc but oh well #ghost #simon riley #idk how to write im new to this

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fieldsofbats · 8 months

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Still having bodyguard!Simon thoughts so just HEAR ME OUT-

Rockstar!reader has a song debuting with a popular male artist, so she has to do press with him. Interviews, red carpet appearances, a live performance, etc. It’s driving Simon crazy to see another man with his arm around her waist, holding her close, being face-to-face with her on stage - but he has to remain professional. Simon won’t crack, no matter how bad reader wants him to. Until one day, rockstar!reader is doing a slightly-spicy promo photoshoot with her male artist counterpart for the cover of their new single, and Simon’s self-control finally snaps.

It’s giving sexy, tense, angsty, flirty, juicy, dramatic L O L

Anything but Routine | bodyguard!Simon "Ghost" Riley

I LOVE THE THOUGHTS YOU HAVE so lemme indulge in them more. what if i made it fellow rockstar!keegan o_O

pairing: bodyguard!Simon "Ghost" Riley x rockstar!fem!reader, brief rockstar!keegan x rockstar!fem!reader (link to all works in this au)

genre: mainly angsty but also kinda sexy

word count: 2162 (kinda long but worth it i promise)

warning: mean!ghost, jealous/possessive!ghost, fighting with ghost, unedited (i'm sorry)

It was supposed to be a routine pick-up. Ghost was going to walk in, wait for you to pack up from the meeting you'd just been in with your producer about an upcoming single, and take you back to your apartment. That was supposed to be it.

But as soon as he walked in, seeing you on the leather couch of your producer's office with some burly guy's arm around your shoulders, he knew it was going to be anything but routine.

"Hey Ghost." You chirped as soon as you noticed him walking through the door, crossing your leg over your knee and sinking a bit deeper into the leather couch. "I didn't think you'd here until—"

Ghost's eyes narrowed, lingering on the way the guy looked so comfortable with you against his body. Too comfortable. He couldn't help the way his teeth ground down as his jaw tensed. "You said 2:30, dove. It's 2:30 now, yeah?"

Your eyes flitted down to the watch strapped to your wrist, letting out a grumbled curse and you nodded. "Guess it is, huh?" You giggled as you glanced over at the guy, pushing your hand against his chest as you sat up straight. "Sorry, this is Ghost by the way. He's my—"

The guy met Ghost's steeled gaze, his lips turning upward in an almost challenge smirk as he spoke. "Your infamous bodyguard, huh? Gotta say, the mask looks much more intimidating in person." The guy reached his hand out for a formal handshake. "Keegan, by the way."

Ghost didn't move to shake Keegan's hand, instead offering him the barest nod he could muster before moving his eyes back to you. "We've gotta go. You're on a tight schedule."

"Oh c'mon, Ghost. Not like I haven't been late before." You groaned as you leaned back against the leather couch, sulking a bit under his hard gaze. "You don't even wanna hear the first demo track?"

Oh, this was the artist you were collaborating with. Ghost remembered you rambling on about Keegan, talking about how big of a deal it was that a star of his caliber was wanting to collaborate with a lesser-known artist like you. It was a dream come true for you—but for Ghost, it was his worst fucking nightmare.

Instead of indulging in your offer, Ghost moved wordlessly to scoop your purse up from the floor, holding the straps in a vice grip in his palm as he strode back toward the door. "Now, dove."

Keegan snorted a bit as he watched you get up, an apologetic smile on your face as you went to pick up your phone from the coffee table. "He always this cold? Don't know how you put up with it. If my bodyguard talked to me like that, I'd have 'em on the street before they could finish talking."

"Trust me—this is Ghost being nice." You leaned down to give Keegan a quick hug, arms looping around his neck and one of his falling around your waist. "Thanks for handling the mixing and stuff—let me know when you get the demo done?" The hair on the back of your neck prickled, knowing that Ghost was probably staring daggers at you.

"Course, babe. Shouldn't take me and my team that long, so keep your phone on you, yeah?" Keegan pulled away and gave your waist a gentle pat, gesturing to the door. "Better go before he drags you outta here."

You smiled apologetically once more, giving Keegan one last nod before you turned towards the door. The scowl on your face was heavy, eyes flitting angrily to meet Ghost's as you brushed past him and out of the door he was holding open for you.

You were storming halfway down the hallway when Ghost caught up with you easily. "What's got you steamin', dove? The fuck did I do?"

Spinning around on the heel of your sneaker, you turned to face Ghost, hands pushing against his chest rather weakly as you let out an annoyed scoff. "Are you kidding me, Ghost? You just completely embarrassed me in there—in front of Keegan for fuck's sake! You gotta be an asshole to every fucking guy I interact with?"

Ghost took the weak shove and barely moved, lips twitching under the fabric of his mask before he swallowed down the smirk that itched to be on his lips. He liked when you were angry.

"Don't know what you're talkin' about. You seemed pretty cozy with 'em when I got there—surely he won't hold it against you." Ghost's words sounded bitter, like they left a bad taste in his mouth and he was desperate to spit them off of his tongue. "It's not my fault you have an interview in an hour—blame your fuckin' manager for scheduling things when you'd rather be foolin' around with some rockstar."

You stood there, mouth agape and eyes narrowed as your fists balled angrily at your sides. "Is that what this is about? You're fucking jealous of Keegan or something? This is a new low—even for you, Ghost." You rolled your eyes as you continued storming down the hall, giving Ghost no choice but to follow behind you.

There was a tense silence as you made your way to the car waiting outside. You didn't even let Ghost open the back passenger door for you as you normally would, instead opting to throw it open yourself and crawl inside to the seat farthest away. Ghost didn't speak until the car began moving, the privacy partition raised up and leaving you two practically alone.

"It's not jealousy. My job is to protect you, and if that means from some guy ogling you with his arm around you, then so fuckin' be it." Ghost stated matter-of-factly, his voice cold and bitter as he stared out of the window next to him.

You snorted out an angry laugh, shaking your head as you glowered over at him from across the backseat. "Right—'cuz Keegan is so dangerous that I need you to come rescue me. Seriously, Ghost. Just fuck off 'till you figure your shit out, alright?"

The topic didn't come up between you two again for a week or two—but it was still palpable. You two hardly spoke to one another, hardly wanted to breathe the same air as the other. But he was your bodyguard, and you were his charge. You had to be around one another.

It only came up when Ghost and you were once again in the backseat of your car, heading to a photoshoot to shoot the cover of your upcoming single with Keegan. You were still sitting on opposite ends of the backseat, your elbow perched on the door's armrest and your chin digging into the palm of your hand.

"He's gonna be there." You said coldly, flicking your gaze over to Ghost sitting silently beside you. "So don't embarrass me again."

He didn't breathe a word, just giving you a bitter scoff before nodding curtly.

Ghost didn't even look at you until you made it to the photoshoot location, watching from the shadows behind the camera as you came out from the dressing room with Keegan. You two were laughing about something together, and Ghost immediately clocked the hand you rested on Keegan's forearm as you walked.

You were dressed in a flowing white gown, hair done up and pinned in ringlet curls around your face. Your usual dark sultry makeup was replaced by something softer, the apples of your cheeks a rosy pink and your usual red lipstick replaced by a peachy gloss. You looked ethereal, and Ghost couldn't help the way his eyes ravished your look.

Keegan was the opposite, dressed in an all-black three piece suit with cold silver jewelry and chains adorning his skin. His dark brown hair was slick with pomade and pushed up away from his icy eyes, the usual stud punched through his lip replaced by a sleek silver ring.

"You know how much I hate these photoshoots?" Keegan told you as he let the photographer put him in the position they needed, knees spread and back straight as he sat on an all-black throne.

You laughed softly as you nodded in agreement, following the photographer's instructions and settling yourself on one of Keegan's strong thighs. "You and me both. At least you look cool—I look like a fuckin' church girl right now."

Your eyes flicked up to meet Ghost's in the very back of the room, cheeks tinging even more pink as you noticed the way he was looking at you. It wasn't angry like it had been for a week now—it was hungry, like you were the prey and him the predator. It made knots tie themselves in your gut.

The feeling of Keegan's hand splaying across your stomach brought you back into the moment, letting out a shuddering breath as you shifted yourself into place. "You alright, kid? Spacing off even before the camera starts clicking."

"Sorry—just...got in my own head a bit." It wasn't a complete lie, but Keegan didn't have to know what had pushed you inside of yourself, didn't have to know that the way Ghost was staring at you like a man starved was the reason you were spacing out.

The photoshoot went on smoothly, the photographer snapping a few photos and maneuvering the pose ever so slightly. With each click of the camera, the photographer placed Keegan's hand higher and higher with each shot, the final pose eventually becoming Keegan's tattooed fingers splayed out on my throat.

Keegan was ever the gentleman he was, making sure you were comfortable and okay with the way things were going. All the while, Ghost remained a haunting figure both in the back of the room and the back of your head. No matter where you looked, your eyes always seemed to magnetize back to him.

You didn’t see Ghost again until you were back in the dressing room of the photography studio, makeup wipe in hand and scrubbing off the pretty makeup. You heard the door open and close behind you, but you didn’t turn around. “If you’re in here to say something snarky about today, save it, Ghost.” You mumbled softly, focusing on wiping the remaining gloss from your lips.

Ghost remained silent, his boots clacking against the linoleum floors as he stalked towards you. His arm stretched out, taking the makeup wipe from your hand and discarding it as he turned you to face him. This time, however, your eyes locked on the way his balaclava was pushed up under his nose to reveal only his lips, pink and puffed out as his tongue ran over them. You could see a glint of metal punched into the muscle of his tongue.

“Y’wanna know somethin’, dove?” Ghost’s voice was a gravelly whisper, rumbling deep inside of his chest as he held your body between his and the vanity you were standing in front of. “You were right. Maybe I was a little jealous—hell, still am, if m'being honest.”

You were breathless, eyes wide and lashes fluttering as your brain scrambled to catch up to the words coming from his mouth. You were too busy staring directly at his mouth, the closet you’ve gotten to ever seeing Ghost’s real appearance, your heart thundering in your chest as the sound of blood rushing filled your ears. “Why?” Your question was almost inaudible, the heavy breathing coming from both of your nostrils almost drowning it out entirely.

Ghost hummed softly, leaning down ever so slowly and making the bunched up fabric under his nose brush against yours. “Maybe I don’t like seein’ you with another guy. Y’know how much I wanted to fucking drag you off of that asshole’s lap today? To pull his hand off of your stomach, your chest, your throat? To rip him to fuckin’ pieces?”

Your chest heaved with ragged breaths, body fighting to keep itself from melting into a puddle on the floor below. You couldn’t help but grip onto the collar of Ghost’s shirt, eyes fluttering closed as his words washed over you like a tidal wave. “Ghost…”

“Tell me to stop.” Ghost hissed in your ear, his gloved hands moving from your shoulders and down your arms before finally landing with an almost bruising grip on your waist. The white fabric of your flowing gown bunched between his fingers. “You know how wrong this is? How much trouble I would be in for this? You’re my client. I shouldn’t want you this fuckin’ badly, dove.”

Your body squirmed in Ghost’s grasp, skin eager to feel him pressed up against you and snarling words into your ear. It was maddening in the best way possible. You couldn’t stop yourself. “Don’t stop, Ghost.” It was breathy and needy as it fell from your lips, but the groan it pulled from Ghost’s chest made it that much more powerful.

“Fuckin’ hell—you’re going to be the death of me, dove.”

(do i dare make a part 2 for this scene?👀)

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BunnyWritesJunk Masterlist

Hey guys! this is my updated masterlist. Started: 3/1/2023 Updated:7/17/2023

Clone Wars

Ruusaan- Captain Rex x Reader

Series summary: You missed your tropical planet, but coruscant had more to offer. You are a field medic in the 501st. you work closely with the captain in hopes of not losing your job. But how close is too close.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Call Of Duty MMii

My King - Apex Alpha König x Omega Reader

Series Summary: Your parents signed you up for an Alpha Omega Match company when you were eighteen. It took years for them to find your match, but you meet the giant austrian man. Will he be a good partner?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

My King drabbles:

Possessive

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Fic Master List

If you’re on mobile you can search my blog using the usual au tagging structure of (AU)!(Character) and that should yield results. I will attempt to keep this list updated as well as put posts in the correct timeline order, but no promises.

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Neighbor König

Main series: F!Civilian!Reader/König.

Note: Reader is an English speaker/doesn’t understand more than the smallest of German words (yes/no/good night/morning, things like that). When König speaks German, it’ll be in italics.

Bed (T+)

Shower (T+)

Laundry (Explicit 18+)

Bar (Explicit 18+)

Blurbs: Take place between chapters 2 and 3.

Sucker (T+)

Savior (T+)

Another Guy (T+)

Shopping (T+)

Dream (Mature 18+)

Ex (Mature 18+)

Taste (Explicit 18+. continuation of Ex)

Translation (Mature 18+)

Hurt (Mature 18+)

Pool (T+)

[AO3]

[Multi-fandom Masterlist]

[Vigilante/Adrian Chase Masterlist]

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KÖNIG MASTERLIST

Valkyrie {Dubcon, smut, flangst, romance, 18+}

Virgin!König x F!OC | The situation had indeed taken a turn into a sick fairytale. Like, come on. Valkyrie and König? Some stupid hippie would've loved that: how it was meant to be, destined, even, that the two of them had met. That she was a damsel in distress, and he was here to save her from the ring of fire.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Just Friends {Dark romance, smut, heavy angst, 18+ WARNING: Not safe or sane 🚩}

König x F!Reader | She's far too kind, that's what people always say, but she's also neck-deep into this goddamn creep at this point to do anything about it. The building is full of muscled men, men who are decent, and she chooses this… gift-bearing perv to crush on. In her judgment system, she's basically asking for it at this point.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

He comes back after a mission {fluff, mild smut, angst, 18+}

🔪❤️‍🔥 Just Friends playlist ❤️‍🔥🔪 (by @evil-squint-etc )

Art for Just Friends by @shizukaay0 (more on her blog!)

Yandere!König headcanons 🚩🚩🚩

On König's childhood

He's possessive

How special is reader in Just Friends? Part 1 | Part 2

On König & reader's future

When reader is pregnant

König with kids/as a father

Is König a cuddler?

How does König treat women?

What if she tried to leave?

Yandere!König x Yandere!Reader AU (+18 drabble)

More under yandere könig tag!

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hi hello, if you have the chance, could u write a ghost x reader of an overworked/ burnt out reader who faints or something. just stressed out overprotective ghost to warm our hearts <3

thank you so much xxx

Bone Tired

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort ; Fluff

Ghost knows she's been pushing herself but he didn't think it was this bad. She nearly gives him a goddamn heart attack by collapsing right in front of him.

"Don't make me tie you to the bed."

"Jokes on you, I'm into that." She snickers at the long-suffering sigh he lets out.

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Just because they weren't deployed on a mission didn't mean things were any less busy for them back at base. Drills, morning runs, training, paperwork, and more; there was always something to keep them busy.

"Focus." The low timber of his voice snaps her out of her thoughts, dragging her back to the present. "I would've incapacitated you three times by now." Ghost says with a frown. Or at least she thinks he's frowning under that mask. He sure sounds like it.

"Yeah, sorry L.T." She blinks, widening her stance and dragging her tired mind to attention. Everything just felt...off. Her clothes were too itchy, the bright fluorescent lights hanging from the room were too prickly, and the training mat under her feet felt difficult to get her footing into. Maybe she was catching a bug? She'd been feeling mildly feverish the past few days, after all, sporting a headache she opted to power through with painkillers.

Grunts and groans and jeers echo around them as others take their turn to spar with each other. She'd already lost against Gaz once, a rare outcome in itself, and now she was pretty sure Ghost was going easy on her. She's surprised she isn't face-first on the mat right now, actually.

Blinking away the knowledge that her arms feel like lead and her mind foggy, she lunges at him with her fist, an attack easily parried and side stepped by the man.

In all honestly, she's known for a while that she needed a proper break. A few days to herself full of nothing. The last op she'd been on had been long and gruelling, a solo one at that, weeks' worth of trekking through a mountain range far south in the cold to get to an isolated camp where their target had been laying low. It was a success, but she swears she can still feel the snow bite into her flesh if she thinks too hard about it.

The moment she'd got back there had been debriefings with Price to attend, files to be reported to Laswell, all the while keeping up with her usual routine and drills...

Her eyes widen as she's spun around, an arm circling her throat and pinning her in a hold.

"You're sloppy." Ghost clicks his tongue from behind her, and if she were any less exhausted, maybe she would have felt a shiver go down her spine.

Here, they were just soldiers, but in private? That's a whole other story. Their relationship had to be kept under wraps for a multitude of reasons, but Simon was one of the best things that had ever happened to her. Having someone who understood her work, who shared the experience and knew exactly what she was talking about, who knew the best ways to comfort and listen and advise her...it was rare.

A rare and beautiful thing, that's what they had. They helped each other grow, made up for the others weaknesses and blind spots.

But they weren't in private right now, so after she taps his arm to concede, he pushes her away, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Are you ill?" He asks tightly, eyes going up and down her body as if he could detect whatever was making her pause. She'd seemed fine the last time he saw her, but clearly something was wrong if she was this...dazed?

She shakes her head. "Just didn't sleep well last night." She lies through her teeth. She couldn't afford to be sick right now, couldn't afford the luxury of wasting time resting. She still had to report to Laswell, attend a meeting on what the next steps were to reach their targets close contacts. Then she promised Soap she'd hit the shooting range with him, and then Gaz asked her to help him with that paperwork he had to fill out...

Taking a step back, she stumbles a little.

It all bubbles up inside her, overwhelming and insurmountable, a mountain of work that keeps piling up to reach new heights and-

Was Ghost talking? She blinks, trying to get the ringing out of her ears. It was loud and annoying, and it made the headache she'd been sporting since yesterday stronger.

Ghost's eyes widen. He's definitely saying something. She hopes Simon knows she wasn't ignoring her on purpose. She was always good at reading him, so maybe if her vision would stop spotting and focus, she could actually see his eyes properly and figure out what was wrong.

In the end, the roaring in her ears becomes deafening, to the point where she squeezes her eyes shut. How easy would it be to just...stay like this. Just for one moment. To revel in the nothingness of the dark, where she got just one second of silence away from the list of things she had to keep doing.

Just one more moment.

Another step back, an unsteady sway.

She hits the ground hard, the last thing she hears being the yell of her name from that familiar, rough voice.

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Bleary eyes blink themselves awake, squinting against the warm glow of the lamp by her bedside table. Groaning, she attempts to sit up, only to widen her eyes in alarm when a hand firmly pushes her back.

Instincts kicking in, her hand flies up to latch onto the wrist in a weak grip.

"It's just me." The low voice has her relaxes instantly, hand falling away onto the bed.

"Simon." She says, surprised when her voice doesn't come out as more than a whisper. "Where...what happened?" She winces at the throbbing in her head as she takes in the scene. Simon settled down in a chair next to her, a book laying open faced on her side table.

"You passed out." He says, plainly worried. "The medics said you fainted from exhaustion. Ain't that something to explain, love?" Now that he's ditched the mask, she can see the creases of worry in his forehead, the downwards quirk of his lips. "Damn near gave me a heart attack."

"Passed out?" She echoes, trying to remember. "I...guess I did."

She sure feels like it. Her body feels like lead, as if it's doing everything it can to ensure she stays in bed. Shivering slightly, she looks around for another blanket. When she reaches for the fluffy duvet folded at the foot of her bed, it's immediately snatched out of reach by Simon.

"Give it." She demands, reaching a hand out.

"You have a fever." Simon shakes his head, holding the item out of reach. "It'll break quicker this way."

"I'm fine." She protests, managing to sit up this time under his unimpressed stare. "I'm alright, Simon. Can't afford to be sick right now."

"That's not how it works." He sighs, standing up. "I thought I'd hurt you for a moment." She watches him walk towards the small table near the opposite wall, fiddling with something there while he talked. "Damn near took a year of my life away with how you crumpled onto the mat."

"It wasn't you." She assures him quickly. Some of the tension visibly drains from his shoulder in what she can only assume is relief. Needless as it is, she feels a little guilty. How long had he been thinking her passing out had been his fault? No, this was on her, on her busy schedule and-

Wait, what time was it?

Dread curls up in her gut as she slowly turns towards the small window. The lamp was on when she woke up, of course it was night.

"I was just tired is all." She says, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "But I'm as fresh as a daisy now, and I've got so much shit to do." She lets out an anxious, long breath as her brain kicks in, charting how much time she'd lost, how quickly she'd need to work to get it all done-

"I have that meeting with Laswell...I wonder if Price thinks I just didn't show up to his office..." She doesn't realise she's been muttering her thoughts aloud until Ghost cuts her off.

"You're not going anywhere, sweetheart." He declares over his shoulder. "Get your ass back in bed."

"I can't, there's too much I have to do today." She protests. "And I've already lost half the day-"

"I wasn't asking."

"Simon-" He turns around and she finally sees what he's been doing.

"Don't make me tie you to the bed." His threat is much less effective when he's holding one of her mugs that says 'Bad Bitch' in obnoxious neon pink calligraphy, the phrase surrounded by a flowery border. She'd got it for him as a gag gift for his last birthday and had cackled at the dead, unimpressed stare he fixed her with. It had remained in his room for a while before she'd snatched it, claiming she'd actually appreciate it.

"Jokes on you, I'm into that." She snickers at the long-suffering sigh he lets out. Her laughs morph into a deep chest-rattling cough that wipes the smile off her face and leaves her wincing.

Sitting next to her after tossing the pillow onto the mattress, he brings the warm mug of tea up to her. "Easy does it." He mutters quietly when she grabs it from him and takes a drink.

"Thank you." She sighs, handing it back.

"Talk to me." He orders, not unkindly. Simon wasn't someone who was all lovey-dovey, but he loved just as hard and much as the next person. Just because he didn't choose to flourish it with pretty words and smiles doesn't mean she felt any less cared for.

He was a man of action, through and through.

Little touches throughout the day, silent glances checking in with her. Staying by her side during missions, working in tandem and recognising when she needed space versus when she needed him near.

He was her other half, and it had been eating away at him that he didn't fucking realise she was this unwell until the consequences caught up with her.

Ghost won't admit the primal flash of fear that struck through him when she'd crumpled to the ground like that. He thought he'd hurt her while sparring, that he'd done something to make her pass out like that. Even after the medics cleared her and he carried her here, tucked her in and everything, there was still a nagging worry of 'what-if' in his mind.

The relief of hearing her confirm it wasn't him was tainted by the knowledge that he hadn't noticed her pushing herself.

After a moment of deliberation, she gives in, tucking herself back into bed and thinking for a moment. She tells him everything, tells him how she hasn't had a second to herself in these past few days, telling him about the load she has on her shoulders and the crushing time limit ticking down in her ears for every task she had.

He listens quietly, to his credit, doesn't interrupt her even when she trails off, having to muster up the energy to keep going.

The fact that talking tired her out to this degree made his heart twist uncomfortably.

"I didn't think I had a choice but to take it all head on." She finishes, stifling a yawn. She looks up at him for his response when he doesn't talk, finds him staring at her with a half-lidded gaze, a furrow in his brow.

"Why didn't you ask me?"

"Ask you what?" She asks, confused.

"For help."

That was...a good question. It takes her a second to come up with a sheepish answer. "I...I didn't think of that." She admits, drawing out another quiet sigh from him.

"You're going to be the death of me." He grumbles, but she can't complain when he's gently tugging her to the side and climbing in with her under the covers. "I've sorted things out with Price and Laswell. Do whatever else you need to when you're capable of not face planting into the mats again."

A warm feeling of gratitude washes over her, her heart warming with the kind gesture. It was so...it was so Simon.

When he tangles their legs together and tucks her into his side, she wrinkles her nose. "I'm all sweaty." She tries to argue, tapping at his shoulder half-heartedly when he lays down with her, a strong arm around her waist pulling her in.

"I've had your blood on my hands before, I don't think sweat is going to be a problem." She can hear his voice rumble low in his chest, right under where he head rests, and she hides a smile in the fabric of his shirt.

When he runs a hand through her hair, she practically melts against him.

Eventually, her shivering stops, replaced with a bone-deep warmth that nothing could chase away. Simon. The warmth of him, of his care, of his love. She'd take it over a heatpack any day.

His arms around her make her relax. Nothing would nag at her, drag her away to chain her to a desk under Simon's watch, that much she knows. Safe. Protected. The feeling was rare living the life she did with her job, but Simon made it so easy to believe that she was untouchable as long as she was with him.

Before she knows it, her eyes flutter shut and her breathing evens out, because goddamn did the bastard know exactly where and how to touch her to get her all sleepy and relaxed.

"Thank you." She mumbles against him, words half incoherent.

"Always, love." He rumbles back, brushing his lips over her head.

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pretty when you cry

series masterlist

pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution! Read ALL warnings. 18+ ONLY.

updated: 01/11/23

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

bucky’s interlude

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter nine - bucky

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve (a)

chapter twelve (b)

chapter thirteen

drabbles/one shots:

steve’s soulmate

just trying to help

drinks 🍹

date night

destiny rules

the thrill of it all

angel in hiding. devil in disguise.

say cheese 🎄

new memories 🎄

gifts 🎄

cookies crumbled 🎄

bad day

regrets

hurt

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accidentally in love. (part ten)┃finale.

Summary: after bucky barnes gets injured during a mission, you end up moving in with the avengers where your life changes forever.

Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader

Warnings: one explicit (heated) scene, and that's about it?, but i'm gonna label it as 18+, just for good measure, fluff

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A/N: the final chapter! what a ride, guys... what a ride! i'm taking this opportunity to thank everyone who had been reading the chapters as they came out, took time to reblog (you're the real mvps), commented (the best part was when you screamed at me for all the cliffhangers), and interacted with this fic in general. you literally made my heart flatter and reminded me how much i loved writing & posting my work in the first place. i'm actually glad that i came back here and reposted everything. and now, to my old readers, i hope now you got the chance to read the end! once again, thank you all for being so wonderful and supportive! more new stories are coming your way especially with the new year being around the corner!

A/N 2: if you are a real one, and liked the ending to this journey, please reblog the post and let a cute comment to boost my ego as a writer who lacks self-esteem. anyway, i hope you enjoy this chapter. happy reading!

There was a silence in the room as you and Natasha were staring at each other. It was like a competition of who was going to break the silence and start speaking.

Natasha broke eye contact and sighed defeated. “I’m sorry.” She said and you sat up straighter in your chair. She looked at you again with a look you’ve never seen Natasha ever giving you before. “I’m sorry about everything.” She paused. “I mean it, Y/N.” She emphasized and it caught you off guard. “I know how I’ve been treating you.”

You shifted in your seat. “Like shit.” You mumbled.

Natasha chuckled. “Like shit. I agree. You can say that louder. I know what I did.”

“Then why do it anyway?” You snapped.

Natasha remained calm, but you could tell she was taken aback by your tone. “You have every right to be angry.” She said and you nodded, your arms crossed on your chest. “I’m far from perfect, Y/N. What you may think of me, is not reality. Believe it or not, I’m like everyone else. I get jealous, insecure, I have my bad days.”

“Why take it out on me though?” You hissed.

Natasha let out a breath. “When I first joined the Shield and then became a member of the Avengers, my past was still haunting me. I knew what I had done. I had a lot of blood in my ledger. And suddenly, a Russian assassin found a place within the group of heroes. There was no one I could relate to, because no one had my burden.” She explained. You had been listening intensely not wanting to interrupt. “Then, Bucky joined the team.” She smiled sadly. “He was haunted by his past. The shadow of the Winter Soldier was hanging above him. People within the team were careful, trying to give him space because he was still fragile. The public feared him to the point that they questioned his addition in the team. I got angry. Because Bucky was broken and all he needed was someone who could understand him and help him find his footing in this world.” You leaned forward on the table. You felt weird at how open Natasha was being, saying all these things about Bucky when he first joined the Avengers. “So, I decided to be the one to help him. We were so similar that it didn’t feel awkward. Just one look and I could understand how he was feeling. He didn’t have to say a lot of things. I knew.” Natasha’s eyes were staring at you as if she was trying to make you understand every word that she was saying. “And that’s how everything started between us. We had things in common, so we came closer, and we ended up being together. It sort of happened.” Natasha ran a hand through her hair. “The public was still wary about him, and I could tell that Bucky was not ok with people side-eyeing him always. So, Tony and I came up with the plan that we had to pull some publicity stunts using our relationship. That way, seeing Bucky being together with another Avenger would make them warm up to Bucky’s presence in the Avengers.” Natasha took a breath before continuing. “I knew Bucky would refuse since he’s a very private person, but I had to do what I thought would be best for him. So, I made him sign a contract.”

You furrowed your brows. “What contract?”

“A contract that would basically tie him to me in regards of public appearance.” She explained and your heart sank. “In this way, he would be forced to do things required for his public image as it would all be tied to the Avengers.”

“Did Bucky agree to this?” You asked carefully.

Natasha chuckled. “Not at first. But you see, he was in love with me so he didn’t want to disappoint. So he signed it.”

You felt nauseous. How could they do this to him?

“I can feel your judgment, Y/N.” Natasha chuckled dryly. “I’m not proud of it as I said before.”

You shook your head and cleared your throat. “What does everything you’re telling me have to do with how you treated me?”

Natasha smiled, “No more lies, remember? I want you to know the full story.” She stated. “Anyway,” she sighed, “long story short, Bucky and I were not together in a long time.”

That got a reaction from you. “But, but you got engaged?”

“That was part of the contract. I had found about the files of the Winter Soldier and wanted to make sure that Bucky’s image was clean enough to the public in case those files got in the wrong hands and were out in the public.” Natasha paused and her green eyes were back looking at yours. “It also gave me a brief taste of real life. Or fairytale in my case.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

Natasha leaned back into her seat. “I never had a normal life, Y/N. I could never have. My past, my current life, didn’t allow me to have one.” She looked sad and for a moment you wanted to reach for her hand. “I never had a stable relationship and then I found Bucky and thought that maybe I could have one. I could have a normal life. Have a husband, adopt kids, start a family.” She chuckled sadly to herself. “How naïve. Bucky was right. We had stuck together long overdue because we comforted each other. And that’s not a reason for a stable relationship.” Natasha shifted in her seat. “There was no love, in a romantic way, anymore.”

“So why-“ you started but Natasha cut you off.

“I saw the way he was looking at you and I realized that he had stopped looking at me like that for a long time. I got jealous, I admit it.” Natasha sighed. “You were a nice looking girl, a normal one. You didn’t have a weight that you carried around every day. It was what Bucky needed. Someone who wasn’t like him.” Natasha smiled and you felt your cheeks heating up. Your eyes fell to your thumbs that you’d been nervously playing with. “So, yeah, I got jealous. I won’t hide it. And that was selfish of me.”

“What about Luke then?” You lifted your gaze to look at her. She tensed at your question. “Did you use him just for the mission?” She looked away. Although Luke had lied to you, he was still your friend. And you heard how strained his voice became when he was recalling how Natasha used him to get her way. You also remembered his reaction when you had confronted him at the gym. How nervous he looked when you asked him if he had a crush on Natasha. “Whatever Luke did, he’s still my friend and I don’t want him to get hurt.”

Natasha looked at you. Her eyes were looking at you nervously. “I didn’t use Luke for the mission.” She said in a low voice. “At least not for the whole part.”

“Then?” You cocked an eyebrow.

Natasha sighed, squeezing her eyes shut briefly. “I fell in love with Luke halfway there.”

You perked up at this. You knew it must have been hard for Natasha to bluntly admit this, so you considered it as a victory. “You should tell him.” She whipped her head to you, looking scared. “And don’t let him resign. He’s one of the best we have in our team.”

Natasha smirked. “Only second to you.”

You looked at her in surprise at what she said. Natasha just chuckled at your reaction. You let out a breath. “I learned from the best.” Natasha cocked an eyebrow. “You were my idol, Natasha. You were the reason that I joined Shield. I picked up every move of yours, I studied everything about you in hopes that one day I’d be as good as you.” You admitted.

“You’re definitely getting there.” She mumbled.

“So, you understand how I felt when you treated me like complete garbage. My hero hated my guts. It doesn’t get any worse than this.” You croaked as you looked at your hands that were resting on the table.

Natasha reached for your hand and you almost jumped at the contact. When you looked at her, her eyes were soft. “And I’ve regretted it more than you think, Y/N. I know my apologies won’t make it better, but I’ll try my best to prove it to you.”

“I can’t forgive you that easily, you know.” You mumbled and Natasha chuckled. “It’d be hard.”

“Please,” Natasha leaned back in her seat, “I’m counting on it.” She said and you just shook you head playfully.

There were a few seconds of silence when Natasha stood up from her seat. “I think you need to talk to someone.” Natasha pointed to the door.

You stood up as well. “I’d say the same thing about you.”

Natasha smiled and nodded. She was ready to exit the room, but paused and looked at you. “Welcome to the team, Y/N.” She grinned at you before leaving.

You smiled to yourself.

****

“Can I talk to you?” Natasha was standing in front of Luke’s room door.

Luke just nodded inside before closing the door.

Natasha took a seat on the bed as she followed Luke’s movements until he sat on the chair across from her.

“So?” He said casually. “What do you want to talk about?”

Natasha was looking nervous and Natasha was never anxious around people. What the hell was happening to her?

Luke was looking at her, waiting for her to talk. She took a deep breath and then, she said. “I’m in love with you.” That caught Luke off guard, making him shift in his seat. “I never used you. Well, I did initially, but then, you made it so hard.” Luke cocked an eyebrow. “You made it so hard for me, because you were so nice and fun and funny and I just… I couldn’t help it. You made it so easy to fall in love with you.” Natasha admitted. She was looking at her hands not daring to take a look at him.

“How,” Luke’s voice was strained, “how do I know you’re not lying again?”

Natasha’s head whipped to look at him. She felt hurt, but she should’ve seen it coming. She stood up from the bed, “You know, just forget it. This was a bad idea.” She was two steps away from the door, when she felt Luke’s hand grabbing her wrist.

They were face to face as Luke’s hand was still on her wrist. They didn’t speak, but Luke’s eyes fell to her lips. In an instant his lips attacked hers. Natasha melted into the kiss, her arms around his neck as his found their way around her waist, pinning her to the door.

“Don’t resign.” She breathed into the kiss.

“Why?” Luke hushed.

“Because you’re a great agent.” Natasha mumbled. Her lips moving in sync with his.

“Is that so?” Luke’s smirk was evident.

Natasha hummed. “I’m in love with you, Luke.” Natasha breathed. “Please, don’t leave.”

Luke broke the kiss, looking her in the eyes. “I won’t.” He replied. “I love you, Natasha Romanoff.” His hands were cupping her face. “And I know how much it means to you that you admitted that out loud.” His playful smirk made Natasha shove him a little bit.

Luke laughed as he attached himself on her again. “Where did the courage came from?” Luke cocked an eyebrow.

Natasha was playing with the strands of Luke’s hair. “Y/N might have helped.” She trailed.

Luke chuckled. “Remind me to buy her the biggest gift.” He mumbled before leaning in and kissing her again.

“I will.” Natasha breathed.

****

As soon as Natasha was out of the room, Bucky stepped inside.

He was about to say something as he opened his mouth, but you were onto him, your lips on his as you kissed him.

It took him by surprise but quickly he reciprocated as he kissed you with as much passion and hunger. His arms were tightly wrapped around your waist as yours were crossed behind his neck. He deepened the kiss as he pinned you on the wall.

Every emotion, every moment, every minute that you've spent wondering how it'd feel to have Bucky in your arms, kissing him passionately the same way you were kissing him right now, was evident in that kiss.

You slowly broke the kiss trying to catch your breath. "I love you, too." You said breathless.

Bucky caressed your cheek, looking at you like you were his whole world. You never thought that you'd witness something like that.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Bucky whispered.

"We've kissed before, Bucky." You teased.

Bucky chuckled. "Yes, but you thought I've lost my mind." He arched an eyebrow.

"And the kiss in the jet?" You asked, smiling.

"You bolted right after, probably thinking I didn't mean it." Bucky pointed, his smile fell a bit at the last part.

"Shut up." You muttered before leaning in and kissing him again.

"Maybe you should stop thinking." Bucky mumbled in the kiss.

You hummed. "Shut up, Buck." You breathed in the kiss.

He smirked. "Make me." He deepened the kiss again.

When you broke contact again, you stared at him. You needed to talk. You had to say all the things you've been keeping inside you for months.

"I love you, Y/N." Bucky said, beating you before you could speak. "I've been in love with you for months and it killed me that I couldn't say anything. I'd take almost every mission you were a part of, so I'd see you." He confessed.

"That's why you never let us do anything by ourselves?" You asked cocking an eyebrow.

Bucky chuckled. "Yes. It was the only way I could be around you."

You swatted him on the chest. "I thought you did that because you thought I wasn't a capable agent!" You whined.

Bucky laughed and you immediately smiled at the sound. "Again, you should stop thinking."

You poked your tongue at him which only made Bucky laugh harder.

When he sobered up, he stared at you softly. "I'm sorry for pretending, Y/N. I never wanted to hurt you. I just wanted more time with you. That month was a total bliss. Waking up and seeing you laying there beside me was what I've been dreaming of for a long time. I didn't want it to end." He looked at his feet. Your bodies were still pressed against each other.

"You're an idiot." You stated and he lifted his eyes to look at you. You smirked. "If only you'd talked to me, maybe you'd know that I've been dying to tell you what a big of a crush I had on you." His eyes widened as you grinned at him.

"What about Pietro?" He asked shyly.

"Pietro is just a friend. Nothing more. He was able to tell how deep in shit I was with you." You paused and looked at him dead in the eye. "Bucky," you started, "I'm fucking in love with you!" You announced.

"You really mean it?" Bucky asked carefully. His blue eyes glistening.

"I really mean it, Buck." Your hands cupped his face to make him focus on you. "I love you." You smiled. "I've been in love for a while now, but I couldn't say anything because you were with Natasha. And then, you got engaged, so I kept my feelings for myself." You explained.

He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off. "I know. Natasha told me everything." You reassured him and he nodded.

There was a brief pause. "So, are we together now? Does that mean we pick up where amnesiac Bucky left it off?" Bucky smirked as he brought you closer to his body.

You giggled as you tucked your arms on his chest. "If you want to." You teased.

"Fuck yes." He breathed before attacking your lips again.

You were so wrapped up in your kiss that you didn't hear when Tony walked in.

He cleared his throat as you broke away from the kiss to look at him.

"Not now, Tony. Fuck off." Bucky sighed.

"Such a gentleman you found right there, Y/N." Tony rolled his eyes as Bucky scoffed.

"What is it, Tony?" Bucky replied annoyed.

"Buck." You scolded him. His arm was still wrapped around your waist.

"I hate to interrupt your..." Tony waved at you, "your whatever you had been doing, but we have visitors."

You and Bucky furrowed your brows.

"Who is it?" You asked confused.

Tony pointed to the door as you both followed him out.

When you stepped into the room, Thor and Loki were standing in the middle surrounded by everyone.

“So,” Thor said, “what did we miss?”

****

“Bucky!” You giggled as you stepped into the room. Bucky’s hands were on your waist as you almost stumbled inside.

“I missed you.” Bucky mumbled in your hair as his lips found your neck.

“We were literally sitting next to each other.” You chuckled as Bucky turned you around. Your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t able to touch you.” His hand trailed over your sides. “Or kiss you.” He leaned in and stole one chaste kiss.

You smiled at him as you ran a hand through his freshly cut hair. It took you by surprise when he walked into the room with Sam two days ago with a new haircut.

It’s been a month since everything got cleared up. Tony decided to swipe the whole bomb thing under the rug after you and Bucky convinced him that although it could have ended badly, her intentions were still coming from a place of love.

“Ok, fine!” Tony threw his hands in the air. “Just please, get out of my sight. Both of you.” He waved you and Bucky off. You’d been pestering him for hours until he was done with both of you.

You fist-bumped each other, grinning as you left his office.

“Great work, Agent.” Bucky smirked at you.

“Thanks, Sergeant.” You winked.

Natasha and Bucky had also sat down and talked everything out.

“So,” you asked Bucky as you set your book down, “how did it go?”

Bucky plopped next to you, kissing the top of your head. “Everything’s fine. Natasha and I were through long before she and Luke started seeing each other.”

“Does this mean that everything’s ok now?” You chewed your lip.

“She’s still Natasha and I’m grateful for the things she gave me. And I’m happy that she found someone that makes her happy as well.” Bucky replied.

You nodded your head smiling.

You and Luke had also a thorough conversation.

“First off,” you started, “you’re a jerk.”

Luke chuckled. “Fair enough.”

“Secondly,” you sighed, then your eyes softened, “I’m happy that you found someone. And oh boy, that someone is Natasha Romanoff.” You whistled.

Luke shook his head playfully. “She’s a... handful, sometimes.” He joked and you chuckled. “But I love her, Y/N.” His eyes were sincere.

“I’m happy for you, Luke.” You said genuinely. “But I’m not letting you off the hook so easily.” You warned him.

He put his hands up in surrender. “I’m not dreaming of it.” You grinned. “How are things going with Sergeant?” He arched his eyebrow. “Does the old man...you know, deliver?” He winked.

You swatted him on the chest. “You’re an asshole!”

Luke started laughing and you joined him as well.

You and Natasha were still working out your relationship. The Russian was always nice to you with the exception of training.

You breathed heavily as you laid sprawled on the mat. Natasha was standing above you.

“Come on, Y/N.” Natasha said. “You told me that you memorized my moves. You wanted to be like me.” She lowered her face to yours. “Show me you can do it.” She challenged.

You grunted before you were back on your feet.

In a couple swift movements, you had her pinned on the mat. The flashback of the last time you managed to do that was coming to you.

“How’s that?” You smirked.

Natasha’s face was surprised but quickly broke into a smirk. “Not bad, Y/N.”

You offered her a hand which she gladly accepted. “Thank you, Agent Romanoff.” You smirked back.

You still had a long way to go, but you were walking in the right direction.

Pietro and Bucky had an interesting conversation as well.

They were staring at each other, arms crossed on their chests.

“You hurt her, I hurt you.” Pietro said monotonously.

“I’m pretty sure you can’t do that.” Bucky said flexing his vibranium arm subtly.

You and Wanda had been observing them half-hidden.

“I think it’s going well.” Wanda whispered as she pointed towards them, still staring each other with a sour expression.

“Yeah, I agree.” You mumbled back.

The rest of the team was also really supportive of your relationship even though some of them would not be as appreciative.

“Come on, man.” Sam whined. “We’re still having breakfast.”

Bucky smirked at him, as he planted another kiss on your face.

Pietro groaned. “This is gross, guys.”

“Don’t be jealous, Pietro.” Wanda joked and he rolled his eyes.

You giggled at Bucky’s reaction. You adored when he was so relaxed around the others.

“Let them be in love, guys.” Steve defended. “I mean, Nat and Luke are not any better.” He pointed to where Natasha and Luke were sitting, smiling at each other.

“Hey!” Luke reacted.

“We’re just talking, Steve.” Natasha chuckled.

“And smiling.” You said which earned you a glare from Luke. You grinned at him.

“Ok, everyone,” Tony said, “I’d like my breakfast PDA-free.”

Bucky just kissed you one more time to spite Tony as you heard him mumble “I’ll be having breakfast with Bruce in the lab from now on.”

“Clint’s so lucky to be with his family right now.” Sam muttered.

“I should’ve gone to Midgard with Thor and Loki.” Pietro mumbled.

You chuckled. You couldn’t be happier to be around them.

You were laying with Bucky on the bed, face to face. “You’re so beautiful.” Bucky mumbled as he reached his thumb to caress your cheek.

You bit your lip.

“I love you, Y/N.” He said. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Bucky.”

Bucky snaked his arm around your waist bringing you closer as he closed the gap between the two of you.

The kiss was sweet and tender.

As you laid that night in bed, in Bucky’s arms, you couldn’t help but think about everything that had happened that turned your life upside down.

Who would've thought two months ago that you'd be a part of this? Two months ago you were a low rank agent with a big crush on Bucky Barnes. Now, you were a member of the Avengers with Bucky being in love with you.

Life was funny. Because two months ago you'd never thought that an accident would change your life so much. Two months ago you'd never believed if anyone told you that'd you be an Avenger. Two months ago, you'd never conceive the idea that Bucky Barnes would be in love with you.

All because of an accident.

After all, Wanda was right.

You were both accidentally in love.

THE END.

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