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It Started With a Whisper - Chapter 9

Chapter 8 Chapter 10

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some sentences are intentional AAVE. ANGST. FILTH. Cursing, oral (fem and male receiving), fingering (fem receiving), PIV, slight cum play, possession kink if you squint, pet names, referring to male anatomy as "he", Dom Sam, Hurt/Comfort, super fluffy towards the end. Sorry if I missed some!

Summary: You are the front desk clerk who started a few months ago and you somehow managed to snag Sam Wilson, the handsome and sweet trauma counselor. Sam wakes up with only ONE thing on his mind.

Word Count: 3,382k

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A/N: I am SO sorry this took forever. I missed yall LOL. Sam wasn't speaking to me and I went down some They Cloned Tyrone brainrot tunnels LOL. Boyega...mmm.. Anyway! Hopefully, we can more or less get back on schedule. Sam woke me and reader up on some bullshit! Could not concentrate at work because I was frothing to get this out. So enjoy this pure filth. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I love hearing your thoughts!

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A tight coiling in your belly forced you to wakefulness. You moaned as you woke up. The raspiness of your voice grated over your ears. Another swipe to your clit made you twitch with a hiss.

Sam moaned and kissed the side of your thigh. “Mornin’ beautiful,” he said.

His tongue swiped against you and you scrunched your face, unable to handle the sensation. “Sam?” You asked. But his heavenly tongue worked against you and you ended up moaning his name.

“Fuck, say it again just like that,” he murmured against your incredibly wet pussy.

“Unf, oh god, Sam? What happened to the go-ahead from the doctor?” You asked. Your legs were pushed up to your stomach. You had gone to sleep the night before in one of Sam’s shirts and your panties. He had groaned and said you weren’t playing fair.

You merely told him that it was encouragement. Wishful thinking for the clean bill of health from his doctor.

“Went yesterday,” he said. He licked you like you were an ice cream cone on the hottest day of the summer. Your hand flew to his head, pressing him closer. Now that you were awake, you felt everything.

Your body was like a live wire, responding to every lick and suckle. “Wha- fuck - why yesterday?” You asked.

“Couldn’t wait,” he said. His words were sloppy and slurred. You looked at him. He was devoted to eating you out. He moaned and returned to your pussy, flicking that sensitive little nub with his tongue.

“So why–?” Your body collapsed as you came, a slow unfurling of wave after wave of pleasure. Your legs shook and trapped Sam’s head in between your legs. He had pulled your panties to the side so he played with the damp material while you came down.

Sam wiped his chin on your thigh then licked up whatever remained behind. He grinned at you and you swore your heart stopped. “You do not know how fuckin’ long these two weeks have been for me,” he said.

“Didn’t you go a year before we had sex?” You asked.

“I have never felt like this with anyone else,” he said. He kissed your thigh and hummed. “Every piece of you I want it tenfold.”

You sighed and opened your mouth to say something. He returned to eating you out, suckling and running his tongue all over your pussy. He went slower, drawing circles. You gripped his head.

“Oh fuck! Sam!” You cried out. He felt amazing in between your legs. What a fuckin’ way to wake up!

You felt boneless. Your free hand flopped uselessly against the bed. Clutching the bedsheets and releasing it. Sweat gathered on your brow. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moaned.

The second orgasm rushed through you, setting off bombs within your body. Your body detonated, splintering you in tiny shards.

“That’s it, little one,” Sam cooed. “You’re so damn gorgeous when you cum. I wish you could see yourself,” he said.

You shook violently as you came down from this one. You pushed at Sam’s head. You were overly sensitive. If he touched you with that tongue again, you were not responsible for your actions.

Sam chuckled as you pushed his head away. He got to his knees and crawled up your body. His hands snuck under the shirt you wore and he plucked your nipples like a guitar. You hissed and jerked. His thick fingers rolled your sensitive nipples in between his fingers. He kissed up your neck, your jaw.

Finally, his lips slanted against yours and you sighed into the kiss. You ran your hands across his bare back. He was so damn scrumptious. Sometimes, you had to take a mental step back and pinch yourself. How the hell did you get so lucky?

Sam slipped his hand up the shirt, out of the collar, and wrapped his hand around your throat. You moaned, widening your legs so Sam could fit better.

“All I did was dream about getting back between your legs,” he said as he placed strategic kisses on your jaw.

Was this the same man from before he went on the mission? He seemed…so different. More in control. More settled.

“I know, you nasty ass. You were getting shot at and still managed to call me about getting back in here,” you said. You played with the edge of his briefs.

He kissed your cheek and flicked his eyes up to yours. “Wouldn’t you do everything you could to get back to heaven?”

“Shut up! Corny ass!” You said and giggled. But deep down, your belly flipped.

Sam kissed you, cutting off your giggles. He kissed you expertly, exactly how you needed to be kissed. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and you groaned. You whined when he bit down, tugging on your lip. You felt it like a tug in your pussy. You squirmed, fresh arousal gushing between your legs. He licked the sting away.

“I’m the nasty one, but you the one making a mess,” he said. His free hand that remained on your chest now moved south. He trailed his index finger around the outer parts of your pussy lips. You felt his hand swirl around your arousal.

“S-Sam?” You asked. You weren’t sure of your question. Sam only returned to kissing you, loving on you, while one finger continued to play around the edges of your pussy. He seemed like he was going to finally push in further and play with your clit. Perhaps dip his finger into the core of you.

He did none of those things. He ran that single finger up and down, getting to the outer rim of your entrance before retreating up and down your slit.

Your legs were shaking noodles. Your eyes were closed trying to process all of the different sensations. He was trying to kill you. Kill you with seduction. His hand squeezed on your throat and you moaned. You were sure he felt your clit throb. It ached. Bordering on painful.

A puddle formed underneath you by how wet you got. You lost track of time. Not caring how many hours or days passed as Sam edged you. Your teeth began to chatter as he made out with you.

“You okay, little one?” He mocked. Knowing fuck well you were anything but.

“Sam, please. Mercy,” you begged.

“Oh! You want mercy?” He asked.

You looked at him and nodded. You gave him puppy eyes, rolling your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“Aww, poor little one. You think that’ll work on me?” He asked.

You gasped and he chuckled at your expression. He kissed his way to your ear. His warm breath fanned across your neck, tickling you. But you were too far gone to laugh. You were wound tight. Needing to cum but he wasn’t letting you.

“Sam, please.” You placed your hand on top of his, but he wasn’t letting go of you any time soon. It took tremendous effort to say those two little words. One touch, that was all you needed.

“So, which is it? You push my head away and now you want me to keep going,” he said. He hummed as he thought. His finger kept up his torture and every now and then, he squeezed your neck to make sure you were still with him.

He took his finger off of you and brought it to your lips. “Suck,” he said.

You opened your mouth and sucked your juices from his fingers. You kept your eyes on him so he could see the raw hunger in your eyes. You would agree to sell your left kidney if it meant he’d let you cum. He groaned watching you.

He dropped his head into the crook of your neck. He placed a sloppy kiss there. His tongue brushed over your pulse point and you jerked.

“I need…”

“Mhm. I know what you need. You gonna stop pushing me away?” He asked.

“Feel too good,” you moaned around his fingers.

“I know, I know,” he cooed and licked your neck again. Your legs jerked, wanting to close them, to get some friction. But he was poised in between your thighs and there was no way to close them. You were stuck, with no friction and a demonic man who didn’t want to let you cum.

He chuckled darkly. “Get these wet for me, I’ll stop teasing,” he said. He pushed a second finger into your mouth. You sucked on him like you wanted to do his dick. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his fingers.

He chuckled. “Keep on and see if I won’t keep you here forever,” he said. He withdrew his fingers. Wasting no time, he pushed them inside of you and you cried out.

“P-promise?” You asked.

He kissed you and pumped his fingers inside of you, pistoning them. Your pussy squelched loudly in the room. The wet smack only turned you on more.

“Don’t test me, little one,” he said.

He pressed his thumb against your clit and you came immediately. It was like he set fireworks off inside of you. You twitched, your body going boneless once more. Sparks set off behind your eyes, random flashes of light behind your eyelids. You were yanked from your body, torn from it, torn inside out, and put right back together.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous. So fucking pretty. Need you,” Sam murmured plenty of sweet nothings against your throat, kissing and licking around his hand still around your throat. You panted as you calmed down.

Your eyes stared unfocused at his ocean blue walls. You had no words. No rational thought in your head beyond wow.

Just a few weeks ago, he had you mumbling incoherently off of a few orgasms. You were approaching that limit and you weren’t sure if you could take more. Sam hadn’t even entered you yet. You felt rolling waves of heat radiating off of his skin. His covered dick strained against your thigh.

You licked your lips as if you could already taste him. “Need you, need you so bad,” you slurred against his lips. His tongue delved inside and you moaned at the mingled taste of you and him.

“I don’t think I could last that long, little one,” he said, his lips dancing across yours.

He set off a dangerous fever beneath your skin. You were driven mad with need. With urges. The urge to touch and seek and make him feel half as good as he did with you. You pushed forward, somehow finding the strength to move.

You pushed him onto his back and crawled on top of him. You kissed down his chest, far too interested in getting to him that you didn’t want to tease. You didn’t want to play games. Your hands greedily pushed his briefs down, freeing his bobbing thick dick.

He chuckled at your enthusiasm. “He missed you too, girl,” he said.

You swallowed him down in one fell swoop and his hips bucked off of the bed. “Shit!”

You slobbered on him, getting him nice and wet before going to town on him. Sucking him down as you teased his tip. You braced yourself on his thick thighs and bobbled your head up and down, taking him as far down as you could.

Your tongue played with the head, juicy leaks of pre-cum filling your mouth. You swallowed that down. You were like a hungry gremlin, sustaining off of his moans and hisses and “oh fucks”.

His hands slipped into your hair, pulling you closer. Making you take him faster. “That’s it, little one. So good. Mouth feels so good. Oh fuck, show me you missed me,” he moaned.

Did he have no earthly fucking clue how much you missed him? Missed this? You, the girl who kept everyone at arm’s length, were begging for his company. Not in so many words, but…shit, did you need to prove it to him? How lonely these weeks had been?

Ariel was a godsend. But you had to lay up at night, worrying your guts out that he was in danger. You barely left his side since he’s been back, opting to stay over at his place longer and longer each night. To the point that he would chuckle and say it was too late for you to drive so you might as well stay over.

Did he not hear what you meant when you said he was yours now? There was no hemming and hawing. There was no going back on your word. He was it for you. You were ruined for any other man. You didn’t want anyone but him.

You poured all of that frustration and eagerness and feelings into slobbering on his dick. Your wet slurps were words you couldn’t speak. Your added hands to his shaft and balls were feelings you couldn’t name. Your hums and moans on his dick were binding ropes that you twirled around you two.

“I wanna cum in you,” he moaned.

Your pussy clenched around nothing hearing those filthy words. But you kept going. Kept working him. Kept reaching for every sigh, hiss, moan, and sound from that sexy ass throat. You wanted it all. You wanted him. You sucked hard and he unloaded into your mouth. His hot, pulsing cum splashed down your throat and you drank him down. Drank every last drop.

He shivered underneath you. You felt the muscles in his thighs bunch and contract. You released him with a wet pop.

He lazily got to his elbows and looked at you. His face was bunched as if he were mad at you. In a short amount of time, you were getting used to his expressions. Getting used to how he projected his thoughts onto his face. He did it on purpose, to let you in. You knew that he had to fight to close that side of him off while away on mission. You saw his face on the news.

This was not anger. It was like he understood what you were trying to do. The way you were trying to wrap him in your heart and keep him safe forever. The way you were trying to write your true feelings in the seams of his soul.

He took off his underwear completely, chucking it to the floor. He helped you pull off your shirt and motioned for you to kick off your underwear as well. He scooted up the bed and motioned for you to follow. You straddled him and he groaned. He was still hard.

He lifted you and then you sank down slowly onto his length. He stuffed you completely, bringing him home in a way you couldn’t put into words. When he was fully seated, he rubbed your arms, sides. The underswell of your boobs. He watched you as he did so, his head crooked to the side.

You relaxed more and more into him. You didn’t realize you were so tense. His soothing hands worked magic on your skin. Lulling you. You swayed a bit and leaned forward, resting your hands on his shoulders for balance. It brought you closer to him, your nipples rubbing against his chest.

It also put you at a new angle and his dick twitched inside of you. You shared a groan and giggled at it. He kissed you lazily, rolling his lips softly against yours. It was at odds at how he revved your engines earlier, you were getting whiplash.

“I’m right here, little one,” he whispered against your lips.

“I know, Sam,” you said. You opened your eyes and looked at him. He stared at you as well.

“I mean it. I’m right here. Feel me, touch me. I’m right in front of you,” he said.

You looked at him like he lost his mind. Of course he was right in front you. You felt his dick twitch every so often. He braced his feet against the bed and moved his hips, moving you along his hardened length. You moaned and bit your lip. You were so full of him and wrapped up in him. You circled your hands around his neck and he chuckled. He kissed your lips again.

“Baby, I’m right here. I didn’t die. I came home to you,” he said.

You reared up, leaning away. He wrapped his hands around your waist and held you against him. “Sam..”

Your panicked voice was new to you. Sam made soothing shushing noises and rubbed your back.

“Feel me, baby. Please. Don’t back away,” he whispered. He moved his hips and moved within you, letting you feel every slow glide of him.

You relaxed against him, putting your head on his chest. You touched him like he asked, running your hands along old scars, new scars, his thick biceps. His broad shoulders. Along his close cut fade.

You moaned softly at the way he moved, how amazing he felt. If only you could stay this connected.

“Sam,” you said. Tears gathered in your eyes. A knot of tension untangled from your chest. Each string slowly unfurled, loosened, and the relief was staggering.

“That’s it, baby. I’m here, in flesh and blood. I promise you, I will keep promising you that I will come home to you. I will never be where you can’t touch me. Where I can’t hold you. Where I won’t let you know every single day that I’m yours. I’m safe. I’m here.”

You softly cried against him as he pulled another orgasm from you. This one was soft, tender. An acknowledgement that he wrung anything he wished from you. There was nothing you wouldn’t give him. It should scare you. You’d known him a few months and only started this a few weeks ago. But you felt nothing but safe and supported.

You brought your head up and kissed him. He kissed you back. There was no hurry. Because he was right. He was right there, beneath your fingertips. You could touch him whenever you wanted. Feel the strength of him. Listen to his heart beat. Hear his breaths. Feel the wind fan across your neck.

Sam groaned, releasing his climax. You continued to make out, memorizing his soft lips. The way he sighed. How warm his hands felt against your waist and back. He rubbed your back and looked into your eyes.

“How you feeling?” He asked.

“How did you know?” You asked.

He smiled. “I know you. I don’t know how. But I know you,” he said. He kissed your cheek.

“I was so scared, Sam,” you said.

“I know. I’m sorry. Things moved so fast. But can you understand why I needed to?” He asked. He glanced at you, communicating too many things at once. You placed your fingers against his lips.

You smiled. Kissed his lips with your fingers in between. “I do understand why, Sam. I’m not asking you to choose. I know what I’m getting myself into with you. You’re a great man,” you said.

He chuckled. “You make me want to be a better man.”

“You already are, I promise,” you said. You put your head on his chest. You took deep breaths to smell him. To ingrain his scent in your nostrils. His heart thumped rhythmically.

It beckoned you to sleep. Sam would still be here beneath you all night if you wanted. You knew that in your bones. Unfortunately, you couldn’t fall asleep like that. He left you to get a towel and clean you up. You groaned about the huge wet spot on the other side of the bed.

“I’ll lay right there. You get some sleep,” he said.

“No, it’s okay. I made it,” you said.

“Aht, save your strength, little one. You’re going to need it,” he said. He tapped your nose and followed it with a sweet kiss. He climbed into bed on the other side, scooting against you and tucking you against him.

“Are you threatening me with a good time?” You asked sleepily.

“Got damn right. I got a lot to make up for. Some payback for you trying to suck the soul outta me,” he said.

You giggled and fell asleep to the sweet cadence of his heart.

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americasass81 · 1 year

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No Good Deed

Warnings:- Dark Themes Mentioned or Implied Include Consensual Non-Consensual Sex, Fingering, M & F Smut, Implied Breeding, Political Violence and Betrayal, Mentions of Nightmares and Trauma. Do not read if any of these warnings are upsetting. Feedback is welcomed.

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Author’s Note:- This is for @saiyanprincessswanienie 3.5k Followers Writing Challenge (Damn but this was a hard one). Congratulations Missy, you continue to amaze me with the kindness and friendship you so easily extend to any of us lucky enough to interact with you. Forever grateful for all you do for this community and fandom, here’s to your next big follower milestone. No one deserves it more than you. lyl💞💞

Challenge Prompt 24:- I miss your warmth.

Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Pairing:- soft/dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Synopsis:- Crossing paths with a recovering super soldier, just how much is your life likely to change?

Word Count:- 4,871

Walking carefully through the corridors so as not to impede the doctors, nurses and orderlies milling around the place while performing their life-saving duties, you nodded politely to the two heroes sitting talking together outside the bustling hospital room as you passed by to begin your daily visits.

Like most people in this particular hospital, you too had witnessed the chaos and upheaval caused by recent events. But you had tried to steer clear of it. Nothing against the agents, heroes or government law enforcement officers that had spent the last few weeks disturbing the peace of these sterile halls, but patients who ended up here had usually been through enough and the S.T.R.I.K.E. agents especially didn't give off a feeling of peace and safety. Quite the opposite really. Still this was neither your problem to solve then or apparently anyone else's to solve now.

Back now to what passed for a busy, yet smoothly running hospital, Sam Wilson and Natasha Romanoff were now the only reminder of the extraordinary events that had taken place within these walls. At least outside of that particular hospital room anyway. Behind the closed door where doctors finished up making Steve Rogers as comfortable as possible, the anticipation for news of his condition and the fallout from his actions still lingered in the air while his friends waited to finally be granted access to him. But that was two days ago.

Taking up residence now in the chair on the right side of the bed as Marvin Gaye's Trouble Man emanated from what looked like an ipod, Sam had hated to leave him alone. The thought of Steve Rogers waking up alone once again without a human face to greet him for the second time in his short life didn't sit well with him, but his choices were sadly limited. Given what had happened at the Potomac and the idiots in Washington baying for blood, his attention was currently needed to back up Natasha, which is how you ended up here.

Being a volunteer who gave up her free time to just sit with patients who had no one in this world to visit with them or simply give a few hours relief to a family member that had an errand they had to run or just needed a decent shower and nap in their own bed, the food, drinks and magazines you brought Sam had been greatly appreciated. But nowhere near as appreciated as your attitude. Having read about and admired Captain America since you were a child, you unlike most other people, were able to set aside the fan girl persona and see the fragile human buried beneath the cuts, bruises, wires and hospital bedding. Sitting haphazardly on the other chair some orderly had procured as the super soldier still slept next to you, your mind had trouble focusing now on the book in your hands as you wondered what he must be going through.

Having woken up in a time no longer his own to discover only fragments of the world he once knew, he had set aside his own pain and given this new world the hero it deserved. Throwing himself back into service by working tirelessly to fulfill Erskine's legacy and honor Bucky's sacrifice, the last few months had shattered the illusion that this new time was any different than the one he had left behind.

Beginning with the revelation that the United States government still believed in ending wars before they had even begun, this time through advanced weaponry, the hits just kept on coming when an attempt to assassinate S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury before his eyes had revealed that the World War II criminal group known as HYDRA still functioned and with the help of his newly discovered friend James Buchanan Barnes, now operating under the moniker of The Winter Soldier, had successfully infiltrated various levels of government and was finally ready to seize control of this new world.

Standing up to their tyranny once again as he always had and fighting his one time friend in a brutal battle which landed him here and left a massive wreck in the middle of the Potomac river, not to mention the Black Widow's dumping of every U.S. secret intelligence file, both S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA alike, your heart couldn't help but go out to him and wonder what now lay ahead for the First Avenger. Could he rally once more and continue being the hero he always was? Would the government even let him? Or would this be the final act of betrayal that broke him and revealed that in the end all he really was is human?

Closing your book as your eyes now lingered over the monitors recording every aspect of his condition, this train of thought was easily lost to you however when Sam Wilson returned and thanked you for watching over his friend as he sank into his usual spot beside Steve's bed. Smiling tenderly at him as you tried to figure out how he too was not currently occupying one of the hospital rooms like his friend, you quickly shook the thought away as you stifled a yawn while handing Sam a piece of paper with your phone number and told him to call you anytime if he needed anything. Thanking you once again before saying goodbye, you then left the heroes behind and headed off to the next patient who needed a friendly smile and a kind word.

And so that's how the first few days of this extraordinary adventure had begun. Stopping by throughout the day between your regulars, as you liked to call them, you'd drop off a few welcome items for Sam or Natasha before asking after Steve and then moving on to those who were without friends or family. But nights however were spent by his side when even earth's mightiest heroes couldn't circumvent the ban on visitors staying overnight. It was only after all your years of carefully cultivating relationships within the hospital hierarchy that got you around that particular obstacle. Which is why you were the one there when it happened.

Resting in your now usual chair as comfortably as possible, having been told by Sam that the patient had briefly awakened, your fitful sleep was interrupted by noises and shuffling from the room’s other occupant. Waking suddenly as the noises grew louder, you opened your bleary eyes to find the blond avenger caught in the grip of a nightmare you couldn't even dare to imagine. Rising from the chair and laying your hand carefully upon his massive chest, you bent closer to try and soothe his troubled mind.

"Mr. Rogers? Steve. If you can hear me, I need you to relax," you coaxed as your hand moved across his chest and trailed down his arm to grab a hold of his. Lacing your fingers through his as a means of being his anchor, your breath caught in your throat momentarily as he opened his eyes before you found your voice again and continued, "you're going to be all right. I'm here with you and you are not alone."

Turning his head now in acknowledgement of your presence, your eyes met briefly before he closed them again and fell back into the abyss from whence he had just emerged. And that became the pattern for the next two nights. Talking him down when he woke up calling for Bucky or just rambling some other incoherent mumbo jumbo while you waited until morning to relay the news to the doctors in the hopes that they would be able to help, your concern for him only grew with each new ray of morning sunshine as doctors confirmed that only time and perhaps therapy would alleviate these particular issues. And for that he would have to remain conscious.

And so it was that this became a secret that seemed to exist solely between you and Steve as the hospital fell into relative slumber and the closed blinds hid your comforting actions from the world outside. Which you suspected was part of the reason you now woke up during another visiting with him to find your head laying on his shoulder and your body flush against his. Embarrassing and unwelcome as that had been however, it paled in comparison to the revelation of Steve's position.

Opening your eyes to find his left hand resting on your ass while his right held yours over his crotch, feeling the warmth of the muscle beneath your palm was enough for you to search back through your mind for the particular memory of how this highly intimate yet wholly inappropriate situation had come to be. Remembering how once again his trauma had woken him to find you calming his inner storm, this time however he found his sane voice just long enough to beg you to lay beside him while he drifted back to sleep.

Hesitating long enough to see the pleading cloud his features, you quickly slipped off your boots and climbing carefully into the bed beside him, gingerly snuggled next to him as his breathing relaxed and both of you slowly returned to peaceful slumber. Now however morning had arrived and if you didn't want to be found in this compromising position, action needed to be taken. Carefully and successfully freeing yourself from his grasp, though his left hand proved a tad harder to release, you had just sat upright on the side of the bed when a strong palm settled on your back and alerted you to his ever improving condition.

"Hey there, is everything okay?" he asked, still somewhat hoarsely as his hand moved tenderly up and down the outline of your spine.

"Sure," you answered, turning your head slightly to look back at the rapidly healing super soldier. "I guess we just fell asleep again. Anyway, Sam will be here soon and I have a few other patients to visit with today," you replied as you moved from the bed to the chair on his other side and began lacing up your boots. A task that kept you so preoccupied that you failed to notice the despondent look that settled on the super soldier's features at the mention of you leaving him.

Reaching out his hand to you however as you finished this task, you took it and should have wondered what precisely he was thinking at the next words to leave his lips. "You were tired. You work too hard sweetheart. Promise me you won't stay here with other patients all day," he asked as he ran his fingers along the back of his hand. "I miss your warmth when you're not here," and kissing the back of your hand softly, you just had enough time to pull it away and compose yourself once more before Sam entered the room with what you suspected was some food and more magazines.

"Hey Steve. Pretty volunteer," he smiled as he moved past your now standing figure to sit himself in the chair you had only recently vacated. "How's our super soldier today, nurse?" he asked with a wink before pulling out a styrofoam cup and handing it to you.

"Thank you for this," you answered, taking the offered cup and bringing it carefully to your lips in the hopes the hot beverage inside would settle your nerves before continuing, "and you know I'm no nurse, Sam Wilson. Still," you said, turning your gaze now back to Steve, "he does appear to be improving every day. Hopefully in a few days he'll be able to go home," you smiled while failing once again to notice the dark cloud that settled on his features.

Giving Sam a quick note on things you felt the incoming doctor's should be aware of, at least as much as you were comfortable with, you then said your goodbyes to the two heroes, reminded Sam he could reach you on your phone if he needed anything and with a tender smile at Steve promised to be there again when Sam had to leave for the evening. Then heading down to your car, a quick trip home for a shower and breakfast had you back at the hospital in record time to try and distract yourself from the nightly events. A task which didn't go as smoothly as you hoped however..

Joining some of your favorite patients in the activity room for some games and a chat upon your return, it seemed word of the new celebrity had traveled far within these walls but unlike most youngsters, age had given the elderly residents a different perspective on the man who now refused to leave your thoughts even as he rested a couple of floors beneath your feet.

"I heard his speech was inspiring," Matilda mentioned to Audrey as you concentrated on the Scrabble letters before you and tried to ignore their conversation and the tugging on your heart.

"Well now that's hardly surprising," Jake interrupted from his spot by the window, "a fellow of his character and experience is bound to know words matter every bit as much as deeds. Mark my words, the man who takes up the shield after him will be made of the same grit and integrity."

"Wait Jake, what do you mean the man after him? Who said Steve is giving up the shield?" you interrupted as his words stole your attention from the game before you.

"Steve?" Matilda and Audrey both asked in unison with inquisitive glances you knew all too well would have you answering some awkward questions later but for now your full focus was reserved solely for the army veteran preparing to pass on some secret insight.

"Oh young one," Jake laughed, looking at you now and the other interested ladies with eyes filled with years of knowledge one could only acquire from all the life he had observed around him, "no one can carry on forever, not even a super soldier. And would we even want him to? Surely he has given enough and the man deserves to rest."

Turning back around to his jigsaw puzzle as your gaze returned to Matilda and Audrey's nodding heads, a part of you wondered what a world without the super soldier would look like but as the memory of his bruised body resting beside yours called out to you, you realized the old man was right. Steve had given more than one man ever should and deserved to find peace before he lost even more of himself. And it was still with this thought occupying your mind that you opened the door to Steve's room later that evening to find him sleeping soundly as the cares of the world currently seemed to have left him in peace.

Standing in the doorway noticing now for the first time the changes these past few days had brought, the conversations with your regulars made you realize something had to change. Looking more closely now to see the cuts and bruises all but gone you knew that unless Steve voluntarily walked away there was nothing much that could stop him. And that thought frightened you now more than any other.

Thinking back on what he had looked like the first day you saw him lying here all stitched up and shuddering at the nightmares that held him prisoner most nights as his consciousness slowly returned, a part of you wondered could Steve even walk away. What would it take for him to even contemplate passing on that burden to another person? It was a question that would have to await an answer however as a hand closed on your shoulder and a gentle "hi" brought you back to the present and all but gave you a heart attack at the same time.

"Shit Sam warn a girl before you sneak up on her," you replied quietly as you turned to face his now familiar presence while your hand rested on your heaving chest in an effort to calm your racing heartbeat.

"Sorry," he smiled and he couldn't help but notice the way your eyes flicked back to Steve and your body relaxed slightly upon noticing that sleep still held him in its embrace. Giving one last glance over at his friend, he then gently took you by the elbow and leading you outside, closed the door silently before sitting both of you on the empty seats he and Natasha had occupied the first time you saw them.

Handing you a drink as now seemed to be his other customary greeting, enough time had been spent in his and Natasha's presence now to know that something was bothering him. Reaching out your hand to grip his and reassure him that he could confide anything in you, you had to admit to being taken aback when Sam told you S.H.I.E.L.D. had suggested moving Steve to one of their own facilities to oversee his continued recovery and for added safety.

Furiously rising from the chair and reminding Sam in a less than favorable voice of all the pain S.H.I.E.L.D. had caused him, the eerie silence now descending on this bustling corridor was enough to tell you that your particular outburst was no longer a private matter between those who cared most for Steve Rogers.

"Sorry Sam," you replied somewhat calmer now while looking around and raising your hand slightly to let the ward nurses know all was well before continuing, "I know I'm just an ordinary civilian and I know they're not all bad, but surely you don't want a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent anywhere near him?" you asked, looking back once more towards the door that hid his resting form. Hearing his phone buzz once more and sighing as he looked at the caller ID, you knew from his resigned features that the conversation was over for now. Sam was needed elsewhere and you were now more determined than ever to somehow do what you could to shield Steve from any more harm. But what could someone like you possibly do?

Saying good night to Sam and closing the door between you, Steve and the outside world, your mind worried with what Sam had told you and the uneasy feeling taking root in your gut. Starting by once again shutting all the blinds that now made up your nightly routine, you took one look at Steve's sleeping form before walking back towards the door. Knowing in your heart it was not your place or within hospital protocol to lock the door and acknowledging that nothing you did would really be able to prevent determined S.H.I.E.L.D. agents from forcing their way inside, your instincts still told you that something was better than nothing.

Heading back to Steve's bedside and checking through his charts, machines and vitals, all the information practically confirmed the same thing ... he was now much closer to being recovered than he had been previously. Nodding your head and straightening your shoulders, you determined your course of action and set about putting it in motion. Picking up the spare chair that usually cradled your sleeping body when not soothing Steve through a nightmare, you walked back towards the door and turning the lock then placed the back of said chair under the handle for good measure. Then removing your shoes, you gingerly climbed up into the bed beside Steve and watched the door until sleep finally claimed you. But given recent events S.H.I.E.L.D. really should have been the least of your concerns.

Waking sometime later in the night to find yourself no longer clothed, Steve's fingers playing with your hardening nipples brought your current predicament into sharp focus. Calling out his name and squirming against him, Steve stopped what he was doing and laid you on your back before speaking.

"Hey sweetheart, if you want me to stop just say so," he whispered as your eyes now locked on his wandering hand and his eyes so blue and full of life for the time since arriving here flicked up to gauge your reaction.

Unable to think clearly or form any tangible words in that moment, his hand moving further down your body was the catalyst you needed however to spring into action. Bringing your hand up to his and thereby stopping it from reaching your now exposed pussy, you found your voice long enough to ask him what exactly he was doing and how you had ended up in your current state of undress.

"I'm sorry," he replied with a child-like smirk, twisting his hand up to face yours and locking your fingers together before continuing, "it's just that I woke up to find you lying next to me again and I guess in my addled state I yearned to feel your flesh against my palm. I find it oddly soothing," he finished and the look in his eyes reminded you of that first night he had begged you to lay beside him until he fell asleep. Focusing on this memory as his fingers flexed against yours, you now acknowledged that that may very well have been the beginning of your downfall.

Sighing deeply then as you thought of all the women the world over who would give anything to be in your current position, his lips beginning to explore your neck and shoulders appeared to be doing wonders at lowering your defenses as a moan you barely recognised as yours left your lips. Grinning now as his wet tongue joined his skillful lips and your hand felt looser in his grasp, the resulting "oh fuck, god" that next bubbled forth from your throat told him that perhaps you were more responsive to him than you were willing to admit and it only spurred him on more.

Continuing to suck and nibble along your neck as his hand left yours and made its way between your thighs, he was actually shocked when his digits came in contact with the wetness waiting there. But if you were honest with yourself it didn’t really throw you for a loop. Thinking back now to all the concern that had slowly started to creep into your thoughts of him, his fingers making their home within your channel now had you thinking totally different thoughts and as they somehow found a particular spot that had you clamping hard around him, you knew you were done for.

Begging now for him to apply more pressure and make you come, Steve proved himself every bit the gentleman you suspected him to be as he moved between your legs and tilted his hand at just the right angle to have you seeing stars. Writhing beneath him now as his fingers continued to caress your walls, his thumb moving up to press against your clit was the final stimulation you needed to lose yourself to the waves of pleasure assaulting your body as your release gushed out around him. Bending down then to lap it up as your ragged breathing made you fearful of passing out, the now impressive tool between Steve's legs that caught your eye told your night was far from over.

Flipping you over and laying you on your stomach, your blissed out state still didn't make you confused enough to not realize what was about to happen however. Feeling Steve's heavy weight pressing down upon you met the memory of exactly where you were and your senses snapped into sharp focus just as his warm breath ghosted by your ear.

"Now that I've shown you what my fingers can do are you ready to let my meat invade your pussy and drive you to heights you never dared imagine?"

Hiding your face in his pillow and trying not to laugh at this ridiculous question as the super soldier flexed his hips and ran his hard length against your still dripping folds, your squirming body gave him that extra confirmation he required. You weren't rejecting him. Bending forwards more now to rest his lips against your ear, your body froze momentarily as the words he murmured confirmed the situation you found yourself in.

"So glad you seem to be on board sweetheart, but if you really want us to continue you're gonna have to use your words," and taking the "yes please" that left your lips as his cue, the super soldier caught his head on your entrance and thrust home.

Crying out as he entered you, he kissed your hair and shushed your whimpers as he buried his massive length within you while still being kind enough to let you adjust to his intrusion. Murmuring words of comfort and encouragement in your ear, he didn't have long to wait before your body responded and he felt your hips squirm beneath him. Easing some of his considerable bulk off your smaller frame then while still reminding you of the power he held over you, the slapping of his hips against your ass as his powerful tool stretched you beyond your limits was enough to have your body coming around his cock for the first time while your constricting walls forced him to add his own release moments later.

Remaining painfully hard within you as his hips continued their punishing pace, you tried to reach back and slow his pace only to have Steve yank your hands behind your back and now pull you towards him in a way your body was most definitely not meant to bend. Pleading with him to remember that you weren't enhanced like he was, sanity prevailed thankfully as he eased up on his thrusts while still bringing your back flat against his chest so his phallus now hit you at a sharper angle that had you hurtling towards another orgasm even as the aftershocks of the first one still assaulted your trembling frame.

Coaxing you through your ongoing high as you now felt more of his cum flood your core, you might have thought about the consequences of his actions had he not been so bold as to paint a picture of the future he envisioned with you. Continuing to fuck you over and over and over again as one orgasm ended and another began, you thought you might pass out again but Steve telling you about finding Bucky and the three of you raising a massive family together coupled with him stopping just long enough to allow you regain some sense of self, proved enough to keep you fully aware of just how much thought he had put into your future together.

Finally feeling the change in his length that signaled him fucking you was just about over, Steve Rogers at last erased any doubts you had about his intentions as he laid both of you back on your sides while slipping a set of keys and a piece of paper into your hands. Looking down at what appeared to be an address that wasn't your home, you thought now that perhaps the doctors had been right about his trauma and resulting need for therapy, but his hands coming to circle your waist and rest against your tummy told you that despite your fears, you had agreed to most of this. Kissing you tenderly then as he drifted off to sleep, these same arms held firm which was exactly how morning's rays found you once again.

Opening your eyes to now find Steve wide awake, he kissed your hair and released you before sitting up in bed and telling you to get dressed. Moving gingerly as every part of your body ached, Steve continued to remind you of the life he had planned and whom you could turn to for assistance in his absence as he carefully began to remove any remaining bits of hospital equipment from his body.

Righting the room then back to its usual state before opening the blinds and unlocking the door, you had just about composed yourself when Sam appeared and was surprised to find Steve up and about and apparently all ready to head back out into the world. Informing his friend that he just needed a few minutes to say goodbye to you, pulling you gently into his arms as his forehead rested tenderly against yours, it was with a heart weighed down by the task ahead that Steve held your gaze and uttered the words you would carry with you until your paths would converge once more.

"Knowing you'll be here waiting guarantees I'm coming back to you. Now please, be my good girl and head to that address to protect the package I'm hoping we've created. I’ll be back as soon as Sam and I track down my friend," he finished before kissing you softly, turning to Sam and walking out the door leaving you to wonder just how good he was at keeping his word and whether or not your random act of kindness had landed you with more trouble than you possibly knew how to handle.

Tagging:- @saiyanprincessswanie

#missys3500challenge #soft!dark Steve Rogers x Reader

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quiveringdeer · 3 months

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Give me a character and I will answer: Dazzler!

Thanks for giving me a chance to rant about my fave Badass Diva, babe! Others feel free to send in a name and choose particular things

Why I like them: I really loved how tenacious and driven she was to reach her personal goals and doesnt like to compromise on that but she's still such a caring person that she cant help but jump in to help or save people as a hero, even tho she continually said she didnt wanna be a hero. Just her compassion for people in general, even who I wouldnt think deserve her compassion:

Her first thought in both instances with her stalker, Karl Fredricks (Dazzler #26 & Uncanny X-Men ‘63 #260), is to reason with him and try to keep him from getting hurt. Also when battling him one of her main concerns is him hurting anyone else before she thinks of him hurting her.

Why I don't: There arent really points about her I don't like. I guess my biggest gripes are that writers tend to relegate her to a gimmick cameo character more often than not and miss opportunities to showcase her immense powerset range and the deep connections she has with a large portion of the not just other X-Men characters but the other marvel heroes as well.

Also just the original fact the editors didnt allow her to be based on Grace Jones, like John Romita Jr. intended. It would've been noce to have another dark skinned Black woman hero, with star power outside of Ororo Munroe. And gosh the way they probably couldve bonded and had eachother to lean on. There's just so many "what ifs" that woulda probs changed not only Ali's trajectory but the Xmen/Marvel universe at large. But I still love Ali as she is now too.

Favorite scene (imma do arc): The "What If" arc of Ali as Galactus' long time herald. The way she found away to discover new planets for him to devour but made sure that they didnt have sentient life that'd be destoryed in that consumption! Ugh says so much about her character!! Also that in her time as his herald he grew compassionate to the plights of other beings, seemingly. Because of her leading by example and what not. It's just soooo good and what I want more of in stories starring her. 🥹

Favorite season/movie (portrayal): My rp days version 😏 --But for real, she's only been in a couple adaptations and I dont know if any do her justice. I havent fully watched the episodes of them in the Outback but yeah

Favorite line (too many):

“Sometimes you have to stop running from who you were and find out who you are truly meant to be.” (Dazzler 2010)

“...It doesn’t matter how everyone sees me. I’m not just a mutant or a singer or any one thing, all of this is me.”

“No way Prophet! We’re not leaving! We’re X-Men, not cowards. We SAVE the world. We don’t abandon it because the going gets rough!” (X-Termination #2 2013)

“You know Barb, a lot of people will see you only for what makes you different--and not for all the good things about you--things that make you a human being just like them! And if you let them, those people will make you into what they think you are! They’ll force you to be a toy...a clown...or a monster...or worse.” (Dazzler #35)

“Hey Doomy, misplace the family jewels again?” (Dazzler 2010)

Favorite outfit:

Basically ANY of Daniel Mcnea's designs

OTP:

In general: Ali and "The Loves" polymonogomous rp ship of Ali with Wade Wilson, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes (and not just saying that cause Koi wrote them and also sent this ask! Truly got to explore so much of Ali's character through those interactions and forever grateful 🥹 -also key piece of opening my mind to poly relationship dynamics tbh)

In canon: Ali x music -Her first and most consistent love and relationship

BroTP:

In general-- Ali and Julio "Rictor" Richter, another rp exploration with the lovely @myvalentina Ric's technically Ali's, son-in-law but through lots of interdimensional travel hyjinks and stuff. I never know what canon ages truly are but I feel like Ali is less than 10 years his senior and so she's like a big sister and friend to him and it's just really wholesome

In canon-- Ali and Longshot, they've been through so much and if im not mistaken, literally share pieces of eachothers' souls and while things never work out romantically with them in all the times they get back together, I just love the idea of them still being besties regardless

Headcanon:

Gives amazing hugs, doesn't let go till the other person starts to pull away. Read somewhere once about being this way with kids cause you never know how little someone gets of contact and how they might need that physical reassurance.

Unpopular opinion:

Prefacing that to each their own and no hate to other people's preferences 🙏🏽

Personally I don't wanna see Queen B or Taylor S. portray Dazzler in any future media

While Dazzler had global reach and star power in her prime within the Marvel universe, I just would love others to portray her. My top pick was and always will be Kylie Minogue, but that ship has probs sailed, so more contemporary picks are Janelle Monáe, JoJo, Kesha or Zara Larsson

A wish: She gets to be in some arcs where the writers truly understand her and let her shine fully--iving on top that it happens with an artists that stays true to her strawberry blonde haircolor

An oh-god-please-don't-ever-happen:

Writers continuing to use her as a gag character or portraying her as a washed up singer

5 Words to best describe them: Compassionate, Stubborn, Driven, Optimistic, Dazzling (😉)

My nickname for them: Ali (super generic), Light of my life and Queen of my heart 😌

#dazzler #alison blaire #ask meme #dash games #koi tag #thank you babe! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡#i coulda put a readmore but to heck with it

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alex-guerin · 2 years

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Tonight, for the first time ever, I get to see the very first canonically queer couple I've ever shipped get married and have a hard won Happily Ever After.

Pretty much every fandom I have ever been a part of, I have ended up shipping two male characters:

Jack Kelly/David Jacobs, Racetrack Higgins/Spot Conlon, Specs/Dutchy (1992 Newsies)

Greg House/James Wilson (House M.D.)

Templeton "Faceman" Peck/HM Murdock (The A-Team)

Tony Stark/Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson (The Avengers)

Crowley/Aziraphale (Good Omens -- could be argued they are canon, but it's not explicitly told that they are so for the sake of this we are going with not).

Charles "Trip" Tucker III/Malcolm Reed (Star Trek Enterprise)

It's always been a pipedream, though, to have two characters I love love each other.

Then one night this past March I decided to finally give Roswell, New Mexico a chance while bored and lonely at home, scrolling thru Netflix. I went into it not knowing there was a canon gay character.

The very first time I saw Michael and Alex on screen together, I remember thinking, "Yup. That's it. That's my new ship. I ship them. Don't care."

The next time they were on screen together, I actually sat up on the couch because, omg, their dialog was making it sound like they really could be gay and had been a couple at some point.

And then, this scene happened...

And I am not kidding when I say I fell off my couch flailing and screaming and fighting back tears because OMG THEY ARE!! THEY'RE GAY!! I DON'T HAVE TO PRETEND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER, CUZ THEY ACTUALLY DO!!! And this was the pilot episode!

From that moment on I was hooked. I was so happy to finally have a canon queer couple!! And weirdly enough, they led me to some introspection of my own and made me realize that I myself am queer and that if I were ever able to/brave enough to transition that I would be gay.

I haven't been able to come out to many people except for on here because I know so many people in my life would react badly if I did (i.e. my family and even though I am 36, I do still currently live with them and I'd rather not deal with the fallout while under their roof). But slowly I have been trying to change things -- switching to Old Spice deodorant and bodywash, wearing guys shorts and flannels and pants, giving ambivalent answers to anything referring to me as female. Whatever I can do to make myself feel more like me without drawing too much attention to myself.

But tonight I get to watch my Emotional Support Queers get married. And for me that's like a confirmation that love wins. That even if your blood family hates you for who and what you are (Alex's dad forver hating him and thinking less of him for being gay, despite everything Alex did to try and prove himself worthy of love and respect from his family), it's okay to be who you are. There are people who will and do love you and support you no matter what. I will forever be thankful to these two characters and to the beautiful, wonderful, talented men who were brave enough to portray them so convincingly that for the first time ever I even found myself shipping the actors themselves. And I will also forever be grateful to Tyler Blackburn especially...who didn't finally find the courage to come out as bi until after he got the role as Alex...who was scared of coming out even into his 30s because he was afraid of how his family/father would react. Maybe some day I'll be as brave as him and be able to come out officially.

Thank you, Roswell New Mexico for giving me Malex.

Thank you Michael Guerin and Alex Manes for being so stupidly in love with each other even while trying to move on and be with other people, you were always going to end up with each other because you're cosmic soulmates. I'm going to miss seeing your stupid in love faces on my screen and watching you two grow as characters, a couple and eventually a family.

And finally, thank you Michael Vlamis and Tyler Blackburn, for everything you two have done in support of these characters and community. Your dedication to your characters cannot be beat and we love you both for it.

#alex manes #michael guerin #michael vlamis #tyler blackburn #malex #roswell new mexico

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dawnsbreaking · 2 years

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Jake knew exactly what to do when she got like this. He kept to the kitchen, bothered her only to make sure she was eating, watched with an adoring stare as she paced the floor of their shared apartment, brain-storming with big headphones covering her ears. Such were the perils of being engaged to Ruby Whitmore, bestselling romance author on a deadline for a highly-anticipated fourth novel.

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He was grateful for the experience granted to him by their four year relationship. The first time he’d seen her nearing a publishing deadline, he’d been completely out of his depth. Horrified, watching his sweet girl become a writing, editing, pacing zombie. They’d been together just six months and Ruby had been wary of the relationship getting serious at an important career intersection. She was finishing her sophomore novel and desperate to live up to the success of her debut.

But Jake had stuck it out. He’d started coming over to her apartment just to sit in the same room while she worked. He’d started cooking for her every night, showing up unannounced with ingredients his restaurant would have tossed out. He’d listen to the sound of her fingers on a keyboard and the sizzling of peppers in a pan and feel perfectly content.

He told her he was falling for her on a night like that. After watching her work, making her dinner, heart soaring at the grateful smile she gave him.

For his troubles, a line in her author’s note.

Thank you to my dear friend Jake Wilson, without whom I might have starved in the process of writing this book.

“Just a dear friend?” he’d joked when he read it. They’d been dating for a year and some change by the time she got a proof copy. He read the book in two days, finished it on her couch with her feet in his lap after a celebratory dinner.

She’d pulled herself closer, looping arms around his neck. Kissed his cheek. “I wanted the thanks to be timeless. Just in case.”

“I’m still offended,” Jake said. He hadn’t been really, he understood the hesitation to put feelings into print.

“You’re not really.” She’d told him. “Tell me what you thought of the book.”

And he did. Over and over, until it came time to tell her what he thought of the next one.

Her third book came the next year, they were on the verge of moving in together when her deadline zombie months came. Moving was tabled until publication.

He was mentioned in the author’s note a second time.

Thank you to my boyfriend, Jake Wilson, for keeping me sane and well fed.

When Ruby gave him his proof copy, he’d flipped straight to the acknowledgements, read the line, kissed her in the doorway.

“Move in with me,” he’d said. “Please.”

And she did.

Between books three and four, Ruby took a break. With bills split, both Ruby and Jake could afford to focus on each other more. He’d transitioned from cooking in a fancy restaurant to teaching at a nearby culinary institute. The job suited him, his exceedingly gentle nature made him a wonderful instructor. The two of them made a happy little life together and Jake realized all at once that he wanted it to last forever.

A week after their engagement, Ruby pitched a book to her editor. Jake overheard the phone call in bits and pieces.

“The love interest is a chef… Right, yeah… She’s from a small town… No, I’ve already started… Thank you! I’m really happy… I think I want the wedding to happen before publication but I’m not sure…”

It took Ruby a whole month to tell Jake about the story after getting the go-ahead from her agent. He’d been waiting impatiently to tease her for writing a love story with a chef for a love interest. Secretly, he’d always hoped to serve as inspiration for her writing. They were laying in bed, just about to sleep, when she told him.

“I started book four,” she said.

He mustered surprise. “Really? That’s great!”

“Don’t make fun of me,” she said. “But the love interest is a chef.”

It was impossible to keep himself from laughing out loud. Even though he’d known, hearing her saying it was priceless. “You’re kidding.”

“I told you not to make fun of me!” She laughed easily, though. He knew she’d been bracing herself for the teasing. “It’s just such a rom-com profession. I had to.”

“I’m not making fun of you-“ He flipped over, bracing himself on his elbows to hover above her. “-but I am going to be a smug asshole about this forever.” He kissed her, feeling warm, making her blush.

And here was the beginning of the deadline zombie phase. He was in the kitchen, tending to a seasonal pumpkin soup, she was blasting rock music through her headphones and pacing circles around the living room. Business as usual in the Wilson-Whitford home.

“Jake?”

He was almost startled hearing her voice. Just a moment before, Ruby had been on a completely different planet. He turned, finding her already in the kitchen, headphones in hand.

He leaned against the counter, smiling at his beautiful girl. “What’s up?”

“Can you be my rubber duck for a second?”

If it weren’t for her serious tone, Jake would have laughed out loud. “What do you mean?”

She twisted the headphones in her hands. “You know, how computer programming students talk to a rubber duck when they can’t find a problem in their code?”

“I do not.”

“Okay, well…” She giggled. “I read about it one time.”

“You need me to listen to you talk about your book?” He was almost afraid to suggest it. Ruby had always been guarded about her ideas, talking things through with her agent or editor if at all. Jake wanted to be let into the process, just to see how her mind worked. He loved seeing the way all his favorite little pieces of her made it to the page, but he respected her desire to keep the rougher edges of the process to herself.

Blessedly, she nodded. Jake turned down the burner to keep the soup base just below a simmer and swooped Ruby into his arms, hoisting her to sit on the kitchen island in front of him.

“I’m all yours,” he said.

While he chopped the rest of his autumn vegetables, Ruby explained the basic plot of her book. When she began elaborating on her characters, Jake had to fight to keep the grin from his face. The main character of the novel, Juliet, was a neurotic librarian, brilliant if a little lost in the clouds, and the love interest, Richard, was the proprietor of a new restaurant in town, effortlessly sexy and down-to-earth.

“I’m writing part of it from the man’s perspective, I don’t usually do that but, I don’t know, it’s a popular style now.” Ruby chewed her thumbnail, deep in thought. Like a rubber ducky, Jake didn’t have to say much to help her think through her issue. He was stirring the soup again by the time she’d caught him up on the basics, adding all the vegetables he’d just chopped.

He put the lid back on the pot, turned back to her. Leaning with his hands on either side of her on the counter, he said, “Are you having trouble with the man’s point of view?”

She frowned. “Maybe.”

“I happen to know a guy,” Jake joked, “he’s a sexy chef exactly like Richard Walton. Could probably connect a few dots.”

Ruby rolled her eyes. “Maybe. As long as this dude doesn’t have a huge fucking ego about his fiancée writing a character kind of based on him.”

Jake leaned closer, their noses almost touching. “And if he does?”

“Unfortunately, I still might need the help.”

“What are you stuck on, in particular?” Jake moved one hand from the counter to her thigh, watching her eyebrows knit together at the sudden transition from teasing to flirting.

“It’s… Um. So,” Ruby stammered, flustered for all her fictional experience with romantic advances much more blatant than this one. She cleared her throat. “I just don’t know how to express, like, desire from the male perspective. It feels like it should be different somehow.”

Jake hummed, low in the back of his throat. “It sounds like you need a hand from a sexy chef.”

“Would you please stop referring to yourself as a sexy chef in the third person?” Ruby laughed, shaking her head at him.

“You could start with the way her nose scrunches when she laughs,” Jake said. “He might like that.”

She leaned back, caught onto his game. “Juliet isn’t based on me.”

“So you’re writing about me falling in love with some other girl?”

“I…” Ruby frowned. “Fine. If we’re being technical, all of my characters are a little bit me.”

“I know,” Jake said. “That’s why I love your books.”

She blushed again. Compliments never seemed to get through to her, since she was always focused on writing the next great thing. He was surprised to see that make any impression.

“But if Juliet doesn’t scrunch her nose when she laughs,” he said. “He probably likes the way she purses her lips when she’s thinking. Probably wants to kiss a quizical look right off her face.”

“Should I be taking notes?” Ruby raised a hand to Jake’s face, then, dismissing the pretense just slightly. She stroked the stubble on his cheek with her thumb, studied him. Seemingly from nowhere, she said, “You’re so good to me.”

Jake smiled, followed the worry in her brows down to her eyes. “You’re easy to be good to.”

She shook her head at him. “No, I know this part of the writing is miserable. I’m sorry I shrink away so much to get the books done.”

“Baby,” he said. He raised a hand to cover hers. “I love this part of it. I love getting to help you through it.” He kissed her forehead. “I love getting to watch my brilliant future wife be brilliant.”

She kissed him, looping her arms around his neck to pull him close. He loved the feeling of her hands in his hair, her body pressed against his.

When she pulled back, he could see the wheels turning in her head with increasing speed. The beauty of one of her breakthroughs.

“I think I’ve figured out the scene,” she said. “You’re an even better rubber ducky than you are sexy chef.”

Jake chuckled. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

She hopped down from the counter, landing between his arms and pressed against him. “You should finish your soup,” she teased.

Without moving away, Jake reached behind him and turned the burner off entirely. “It’ll survive being reheated.”

She giggled. “I should get back to my book.”

“I think you should do some research on, um, desire? From the male perspective?”

Ruby laughed, feeling the punchline of his joke pressed against her thigh, then she relented. She wrote many things from experience, after all.

After the deadline came a renewed focus on wedding planning. The couple hoped to be married and honeymooned before the book release, leaving Ruby more free to plan signings. She’d be going on a book tour for the first time that year, which was an exciting milestone even if she knew she’d miss Jake and their cozy apartment.

When the proofs for her fourth novel came, Ruby couldn’t wait to give one to Jake. It was the middle of the day and he was still at the culinary institute with a class. She surprised him on campus, knocking on his classroom door with the book behind her back.

A student answered, but she recognized Ruby from the pictures displayed on Jake’s desk. She let Ruby in without a second thought.

“Ruby?” Jake smiled, his face betraying worry and confusion despite his excitement to see his fiancée.

She nodded at the classroom of students, staring at her from their messy workstations.

“Sorry,” she said. “I just wanted to give you this.”

Ruby handed him the book, kissed the corner of his mouth. “I love you,” she said. As soon as she’d arrived, she was gone again, leaving Jake dumbstruck in her wake.

She’d bookmarked the acknowledgements for him.

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who could you call a friend between your mutuals? what do you think is sam's fav colour?

hi anon! thanks for the ask <3

going to answer the sam’s fav color question first bc it’s shorter! mostly bc he looked SO damn good in that purple nike shirt in catws, i am generally of the opinion that sam’s favorite color is a really deep purple. i put him in purple in a lot of my fics as well! (when bucky sees just how good sam looks in all his purple, he thinks that’s probably his favorite as well)

as for the mutuals question, i adore all of my mutuals and i am giving each of them hugs and my eternal affection <3

putting this under a read more bc this is going to be long and fluffy rambling abt my beloved mutuals (all of which you should give a follow and support their work!)

in all seriousness though, my darling @samothy-wilson of course!!! bee’s truly just one of the sweetest people on earth and hanging out with them is always so lovely <3

i also dm @logicheartsoul almost daily at this point! a-chan’s so incredibly talented and insightful and just has the BEST ideas. 10/10 mutual, would recommend

i’ve written a full fic and multiple parts of not-quite-yet finished fics in dms with @yammz, and i am eternally grateful for all the times amy’s let me nonsensically ramble abt sambuckyquin and the ghost au on discord with her

i interact with @thatmexisaurusrex and @obsessivelymoody quite often in MYSU and they’re both such lovely people and talented writers!!!! also moody just beta’d a fic for me that will get posted today and i’m forever grateful for that <3

@jules-of-the-crown is such a sweetheart and sent me fic recs and an early access look at this incredibly amazing and sexy fic when i was sick/having a really rough couple of weeks!

i dm @livingincolorsagain pretty often and of course we interact with each other’s content so much! a is angst royalty in my book at this point. continues crying forever about the cats getting separated

also i’ve had many incredible interactions with @alivedean! top tier gifsets always of course, but ally leaves the SWEETEST comments on ao3 always and also got me to reread the all for the game series which i thoroughly enjoyed haha. always gotta get back to your roots

there are so many others i interact with that i’m sure i’m forgetting, especially those i mostly talk to on discord! god the sambucky fandom is just so lovely and so talented and i am sure you didn’t want this long list but!!!! everyone is just so wonderful and i truly feel welcomed in this online community in a way i never have before <3

#mak gets emotional and mushy abt their mutuals hours #thanks for the ask anon! i love a good reason to gush abt how lovely everyone is #and also spread the sam in purple agenda #anonymous #ask #mutuals #marvel

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0i-do-love-u9 · 10 months

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I want to save posts but, idk how or if I can so, here's my alternative (part 2) :

--- putting here so I can remind myself to check if someone did it 🥹

--- I added this one just for the dramatics of it

--- I need more fanfics about themmm

--- I'm so grateful for them. 💖💖💖

I need this so baddd 😭

#how to save a post???#I'll clean this up later #maybe

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fansformentalydistroyedmen · 11 months

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The Intern and The Sociopath Tw-Attempted Suicide

I was very content till “Lizzy get down here. Elizabeth!” My mum yelled.

Elizabeth is what I am usually called. I am a quiet kid, but inside my mind I am as loud as ever. Every time I look at something my brain fills up with details that a common eye would miss. I could easily tell you whose phone it is by just touching the camera, even if they are the same model. I used to be an outgoing kid, but once my dad was sent to jail I shut myself away in my mind. My Mum barely hears a peep out of me. It doesn't help when I'm trying to open up and help someone with my big mind they tell me to shut it because I'm a girl who doesn't know anything, that I should keep my nose and my glowing teal eyes out of it. I am a pale and a thin girl. I pull my long, thick, platinum blonde hair in a loose and messy bun whenever I am thinking. My eyes are intelligent and big. My nose and lips are fair. A single necklace around my neck. It is a bullet, the bullet that killed my brother. It was my late brothers favorite color. I never take it off. I have side bangs that dangle down my small face. I like my cozy sweaters but whenever I go out I am forced by society to wear my corsets and dresses. I hate it, it makes it so hard to breath. I have journals filled with what I like to call my deductions. The things that people usually miss. I live in a big house, some would call me rich but, I just call myself fortunate. Fortunate that my Mum won the case. The divorce case, the case that sent my dad away for the death of my brother, the case that keeps him away from me and the case that gave us our riches. Some would wish to be in my situation, the money, the brain, some for even my looks. I wish it wasn't this way. I was so close to him. He was my best friend. I look like my dad and people that know me tell me I should change to not look like the person who killed my brother, my dad was the person who killed him. I resent him of course but I still miss him. I like my appearance and how it looks like him. It lets me remember the days before his addiction and anger issues. They always tell me I am going to be like him. I'm not, I know that I won't, I am smarter. I am calm because of my dad, he was so angry when he started doing drugs, screams echoing in our hours, I don’t like being mad, so I try to stay calm, I don't want to be like him. I want to prove them wrong. I will be myself and no one else. I was never close to my Mum. Don't get me wrong, I love her but she is obsessed with my appearance and it drives her crazy that I resemble him. She hates the bullet scar on the back of my neck. She is so old fashioned that she makes me wear corsets. Not to mention she believes girls shouldn't think, just spend money. I hate it, I don't want to focus on my looks, I want to go to school and learn. I learned everything from my dad who wanted me to beat stereotypes. Whenever I go to my internship, I lie to her. She thinks I have an internship working for two guys cleaning their house. You can easily tell by their apartment I don't clean. I am growing my mind and I'm striving to keep up. I am, sometimes I am even faster. It took me a long time to start opening up to these people. They took me in and they realized my potential when no one else did and I am forever grateful.

“What is it Mum!” I called down.

I groaned as I rolled over and stood up. I started to walk out of my room. My room was a nice magenta color. With bookcases that lined my walls. It was plain besides that, I am rarely at home anymore. I ran down the spiral staircase and into my big kitchen.

“Yes Mum,”

“Oh good you're here, you need to do your chores.",

“ I did them earlier.",

“Well you need something to do something other than reading or whatever else you're doing up there. You know my saying, A girl-.",

I interrupted. “A girl's work is never done until the house is clean. I know, I know. Instead can I go to my internship with the Wilsons?” I asked urgently, wanting to leave. Wilsons was the fake name I told her. I had to hide the newspapers because I keep appearing in them. If she saw the newspapers and read the names, she would instantly realize what I have been up to.

“Fine at least that's something lady like. Now go throw some clothes on that are more femenine.",

“Mum!” I glared.

“Now you can't be seen like this in public.",

“Fine!” I yelled storming up the winding staircase. I ran into my bedroom and went into my closet. I went to the back and grabbed a black corset and this light purple dress. I threw the dress on and then put the corset around me. I buckled it so it stayed on and rang for a maid. My maid, Amanda, walked in.

“Hello miss.",

“Hi, could you please tighten this?”

“Yes of course.", she made it so tight I could almost feel it squeezing my lungs. I took a big gasp for air even though barely any air came in.

“ Thanks Amanda.", the maid walked out. I went to my closet and grabbed a pair of boots and put them on. I also grabbed a pair of flats and put them in a bag as well as a sweater and leggings. I threw the sack of clothes over my shoulder. Walking down my stairs trying not to faint from the lack of air and not to fall from my stud boots, I made it to the kitchen and grabbed an apple. I started to walk towards the door when my mum came over.

“Aww beautiful, now hold still.",

My mum grabbed my hair tie and pulled my messy bun down.

“Mum!'' She ignored me. My mum grabbed a hair brush and started to brush my hair. I sighed. Soon she finished with the hair. I was just about to leave when she grabbed my makeup bag.

“Mum!”

“Stop moving!” I groaned. Finally she was done applying makeup.

“Bye Mum” I leaned backwards and grabbed the door handle.

“Bye.", I turned around and closed the door quickly walking. I rolled my eyes in disgust, slowly taking bites of my apple every now and then. Soon I arrived at the front door of the apartment.

I was immediately taken back to that stormy night. My Mum had just screamed at me because she was trying to dye my hair, I refused,

She was saying, “You're just like your father! You should be ashamed, ashamed you act and look like him, he killed your brother."

She grabbed my hair and lifted it up.

“This should be a reminder to you.", she pointed to my bullet scar. From when my dad had gotten mad at me. My brother stepped in front of me. The bullet passed right through him and into my neck. Killing my innocent and heroic younger brother. I was sent to surgery. I ripped my hair out of her grasp and ran out of the house, in my leggings and thin sweatshirt, her yelling at me all the way down the street about how I need to change. Once I got off the block I saw the Hospital. I looked at how tall it was. I started running towards it, tears burning my eyes and blinding me. I ran until I saw the hospital back doors that lead up. I burst through the door. I passed a room with two men and a woman inside. The taller man watched me as I ran up the stairs. I heard the door burst open.

“Sherlock! Where are you going?” I heard the other man yell. I ran up the rest of the steps and burst through the roof door feeling the cold air surround me, the soft rain falling on my head, the tears running down my face forming with the rain to create puddles. I walked slowly towards the ledge, putting one foot on the ledge and standing on it like a balance beam, staring down at the car lights that seemed to go as fast as my mind, staring at the sidewalk that seemed like a path to a happier life. I didn't want this. The grey walking path seemed like a siren that just kept calling me, ringing in my ears. I just stared down until I heard the door behind me swing open, I could almost hear it come off its hinges, it was the tall and short man.

“Hey”, the taller guy said in a gentle tone.

“You don't want this. Let me help you." he reached out a hand. I looked between the two. The two options were like a close race you had to rewatch many times.

“Trust me, this isn't what you want, come with us and we can help.", the shorter man begged desperately.

“Please let us help you," the taller man said once more trying to keep his voice steady. But I could hear a hint of despair and sadness lurking in his voice. So many words were flashing through my mind like they do everytime I look at something. The words give me a headache and overwhelm me. I turned back around staring down at the concrete below me. I thought hard one more time.

“Please let us help you." The taller man was no longer hiding his desperation. I looked back at them one more time with a sorry face. I looked forward and leaned feeling the air swoosh aside me as if I was an airplane I could hear the short man scream.

“Shoot Sherlock!” It all ended so fast I felt a shock rush through my arm. I was dangling.

“John! John! Come help me!”, he yelled. I was panting like a dog on a hot day. My cries grew louder and my breathing became unsteady. John reached down, reaching for my other arm. I reach up.

“We got you." I looked down and saw how high up I was, I felt sick, I could feel the bile rushing up my throat, burning it all the way up.

“Just look at us. Don't look down.", I looked at them and they were pulling me up. Once I got over the ledge. The taller one fell over, I fell into his lap, and I just started to cry. My clothes were soaked to the bone. I could feel him looking at the shorter guy, his eyes were wide asking what to do, I could see through the tears and his coat, gesturing to be honest... I don’t understand what he was motioning. So the taller guy started to awkwardly stroke my hair.

“It’s ok.",

“Shhhhhhh” After a little my tears slowed down and my breathing settled.

“Come on love let's get out of the rain.", The tall man directed gently. He stood up and gestured for me to take his hand. I reached out and he grabbed it and helped me up. He opened up his coat and pulled me to his side so I was also inside it. To help me stay as warm as I could, the shorter man came over with an umbrella that shielded us from the storm. We walked in silence, as we walked down the stairs, the woman came out.

“Sherlock, what's going on?”

“Not now Molly, later.", Sherlock responded. We walked for a little longer until they called a cab and gestured for me to get in. I slowly slid inside and we drove once again in silence, except for my occasional sniffle.

Soon we arrived at an apartment building. We walked inside and we were greeted with a nice older lady.

“Sherlock, who is this?”, she asked, taking a slow step back.

“Mrs. Hudson could you grab us nice hot cups of tea please and bring it up to the flat.", the short guy asked.

“Yes of course.", we continued upstairs to I guess where their flat was. We walked inside. The small apartment is messy. Papers were scattered everywhere. The bedroom was locked even though no one was inside, the smell of burning cigarettes lingered in the room, a single yellow smiley face above the couch with bullet holes in it. If you walked towards the fireplace on the mantle there was an animal skull with headphones sitting on its head. Next to it there is a stack of papers stabbed onto the mantle. A couple of windows show London, Baker Street. The cabs are driving everywhere while people are running to get out from the cold. The knocker is somewhat crooked. They guided me towards a pair of chairs. They pulled another chair from the side of the room. They gestured for me to sit. I walked over and sat. They sat in the chairs opposite from me. Mrs. Hudson brought cups of tea up.

“Thanks.", I said.

“Anytime deary.", she said as she tapped my cheek and walked off.

“I am Dr. John Watson and this is Sherlock Holmes. What's your name?”

“ I…. I am Elizabeth but please call me Lizzy.", I stuttered.

“Ok Lizzy, what's going on.", I explained my dad and brother, then my Mum.

“I am sorry Lizzy.", they both replied seeming sympathetic.

“Then my mind just fills with words. I like to call them deductions.", at that they looked at each other then motioned for me to continue.

“It just gets loud sometimes. I don't know how to calm it down. I feel like I am spinning in circles. I don’t know how to explain it. It just feels like people are screaming words into my head. It could be from looking at something, smelling something, and even tasting something. I just try to stay inside but even then my mind doesn't stop or slow down. I can never sleep. It's just so loud.", I wailed. For the first time Sherlock spoke instead of just looking at me.

“How old are you?”

“Uhhh 13.",

“Listen kid, Sherlock has the same thing, he makes deductions, that's his job, he is a consulting detective, the only consulting detective. He understands how you feel. It's hard, you just have to practice controlling it.", John comforted.

“Can Sherlock and I talk?” John asked.

“Yeah go ahead.", they walked out of the room. I could hear the conversation.

“13 Sherlock! 13 and she tried to…” He trailed off.

“I know it's terrible… I think we should hire her as an intern. Then she can learn and get out of her house.",

“Sherlock we do some very dangerous things.",

“I know.", I fell asleep after that. They walked back out of the room with a firm decision. They walked out and saw me fast asleep. They threw a blanket over me.

The next morning I woke up and they told me their plan and I was ecstatic. That's the day I started my internship, that's when I started to lie to my Mum, and when I started going on thrilling adventures. I smiled at the thought of how far I had come in only a few months and continued inside the flat. I was greeted by Mrs. Hudson. She pulled me into a hug.

“They are upstairs with a client.", I wanted to change into more comfortable clothes but I needed to get to work.

“Ok, thanks.", I walked up the creaky steps and into their flat.

“Hey Lizzy come here.", they pulled out a chair and I sat next to them. While Sherlock continued talking I talked to John.

“What's his problem.", I pointed at the crying client.

“Says his wife was eaten by plants.", My eyes widened and you could see the shock on my face.

“Geez", I said.

“I know.", we started listening again.

“We were walking by this plant and I looked away for a split second and when I looked back my wife was gone. The only thing left was some drool and the plant was slightly turned.", said the man. Sherlock seemed to be thinking.

“Maybe a dog.", I intergined.

“Possible.", Sherlock responded with.

“Alright get out will take the case.", Sherlock said as he got up from his chair.

“Thank you.", the guy whispered as he ran out.

“So when do we start?”, I asked.

“Lizzy, it's a dangerous one and it's far.", John stated.

“I can still come. I will be helpful. Where is it?” I asked frantically.

“Finland."

“That's ok I will just tell Mum I am away to help one of your friends move. Please!”, I begged.

“Lizzy, you're 13, I don't know. Sherlock, what do you think?”, said John as he glanced at him. Sherlock was quiet for a minute.

“She can come, we can ease her in. It will be good, if this goes well she can start with bigger cases. We always like having her ideas. She has really grown in the 4 months. A lot better. She will be out of the house."

“Alright I guess you're coming. Go pack we will meet you outside your house. Your Mum cannot see us."

“Yay! I know.", I was about to rush out when John stopped me.

“Did you do your exercises today?”

“Yes I deducted my ceiling. I concentrated on the words coming slower and they did.", I stated proudly.

“How are the headaches?”, John asked.

“They are getting better and less frequent.",

“Good. Go pack.", I ran out of the flat and down the stairs. I burst out the door and ran home.

“Mum I am home.", “

Already?”

“Yeah so, I have to go to Finland."

“What! Why?” “I am going to help their friend move.",

“That's far, I don’t know if I am comfortable with that. Can I meet them?”

“No!”, I yelled. She gave me a look.

“Please mum!” I begged.

“Fine go pack and I want to check your bag before you leave.", I rolled my eyes and I made my way upstairs and into my room. I started packing a fake bag full of the clothes she wants me to wear and a bag full of clothes I want. I walked down the stairs very quietly and hid the bag I didn’t want her to see outside the front door.

“Here Mum.", I gave her the fake bag. She inspected it.

“Alright it's good. I love you, see you soon.", she gave me a hug.

“Bye Mum love you.", I ran out the door and saw a cab,Sherlock and John were already inside. I threw the clothes bag that I didn't want into the bushes and grabbed my real bag. Then I jumped in the cab.

“All good?”

“Yep!” We drove to the train station, bursting with energy the whole time while we discussed the case. We got onto our train and I went and changed out of these uncomfortable clothes and into a sweatshirt. I returned to my seat. I thought about all of the man eating plants I could think of.

“Kid, you should take a break.", John crossed his arms .

“I need to think and Sherlock is doing it.", I retaliated.

“First off are we supposed to do what Sherlock does? And Mr. Sherlock should stop too.", he finished with. Sherlock still didn't stop holding his hands to his temple.

“If I have to stop then you have to as well.", I threw a notebook at him.

“What?” Sherlock asked.

“You two need to take a break.", John repeated very sternly.

“Ugh what else are we supposed to do on a train.", Sherlock complained.

“I don't know what about, eating, playing games, drawing, reading, or talking.", John responded with.

“We aren't five.", I responded.

“Why don't we play Clue?” Sherlock suggested.

“No! Whenever we play, you always respond with “it's not possible.", Watson complained

. “Because it's not!”, Sherlock responded with.

“Ok what if we order some food and we could go over our notes."

“Food sounds good but let's play the deduction game.", Sherlock squealed. John and I both looked at him with an odd stare.

“What's the deduction game?” I asked.

“It is where you look at something and see who can get the most information."

“Cool!”

“While you play, I will order food.", once John left we got up to walk around the train. We walked by someone and hid behind a wall.

“Okay you first.", Sherlock insisted.

“Okay this guy is on his way to file divorce papers, he is not happy about it, I’m guessing he had an affair since he has a notepad with the names of two women, one of them has the word wife written around it but it is crossed out while the other has the name Jolian and Girlfriend. So I am guessing the wife found out or he wouldn't have crossed out the word wife. The girlfriend didn't care very much about his wife, so they are going to get married right after the signing of the divorice. The ring is sticking out of his pocket. The guy has children. 2 wait no, 3 kids. Two girls and one boy. The girls are older. The girls are already married. The boy is young 7.", I proudly said.

“Very good little one except you missed some key points. Well you so the reason his wife found out is because he told her he was taking a business trip. He actually was taking his girlfriend to Miami. The wife found out because of his tan and sunburn, a tan is easy to hide but a sunburn can be red and/or pink and itchy. She also later found the girlfriend's sun hat. The wife couldn't bare to tell him in person so she wrote him a note explaining, which is sticking out of his pocket. Knowing it wasn't hers she confronted him. He gave in and she filled for a divorce taking all of his access to his children away. His wife is an accountant and he is a banker. He is not organized at all and he usually has 3 cigarettes by 5 o’clock but since he is on a train he can't. You can tell by his shaking hands and the fact he keeps reaching up towards his mouth, this guy also enjoys counting money. He has a bag of coins in his pocket. He was fired after they heard about it. Causing him to have no house, no savings, nothing is his. The girlfriend is very rich which is why he still has a suit.", Sherlock put out very quickly.

“Oh I see."

“You kids having fun?” We turned around and saw John. We tried to shush him. But the guy turned around the corner and saw us.

“Whoops.", we ran down the hallway back to our compartment.

“Well…” I started to laugh.

“Stop laughing and eat.", John laughed out. I tried to contain my laughter but every time I took a bite I laughed a little.

“Stop laughing or you're going to choke.", John once again laughed out.

“I can’t stop laughing!”

“Eat your food so your mind can stay sharp.", now Sherlock was laughing at me for not stopping.

“Oh you guys are kids.", we turned around to see the train attendant.

“Can I help you with anything?” She asked.

“No we are good."

“Well good.", she walked off.

“When will we get there?”

“A couple days.”, They said. The days went on, eating, sleeping, deducting random people, we got a few cool people. There was one cop that stood out to me but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. He was watching us. I decided to send Sherlock a message in a different language.

“ Шерлок, он наблюдает за нами. Послушайте, он не переставал пялиться на нас с тех пор, как мы сели в поезд. (Sherlock, he is watching us. Look, he hasn't stopped staring at us since we got on the train. ) I moved my head towards him.

“What's going on?” John asked. I glared at him and nodded again towards the cop.

“В самом деле! (Really!)” He yelled really annoyed.

“What!” I asked. Sherlock stormed off towards the cop.

“Lestrade!” Sherlock yelled. The cop turned around.

“What?”

“ Why are you here?”Sherlock asked, really annoyed now.

“I am going away to see my family."

“You don’t like your extended family! Obviously you have already called them and cancelled. So why are you here? I don’t need a handler!”, Sherlock screamed.

“I am not your handler, I just came to watch.", the man said.

“Yeah to watch me!”

“Don’t get full of yourself.", said the man now rolling his eyes.

“Microft sent you.", said Sherlock squinting his eyes.

“Maybe."

“Why?” Sherlock’s eyes were now completely shut and you could see his forehead lines growing, he was thinking..

“I don’t know, maybe because he saw you bring a 13 year old girl onto a train with you and usually you don’t like or care for children. You know there have been rumors about her. A secret child of yours. People keep seeing her pop up around cases a lot. People saw her get on the train with you. People also saw you running away from that one guy you were deducing.",

“Geez Lestrade, Lizzy, would you like to introduce yourself." Panic immediately rushed through me. I don't like new people. Not people who I may have to get to know. I shook my head.

“Alright, Lestrade meet Elizabeth, she likes to be called Lizzy, so don’t be an idiot and call her that. She is not my secret child, she is my prodigy.", he smiled at me. I immediately felt proud. Sherlock Holmes, the best detective, thinks I am a prodigy.

“Nice to meet you Lizzy.", he stuck out his hand. I felt John push me a little. I shook his hand.

“Hello.", I greeted him politely. I looked at the man. He was older and tired. A non rule follower, he follows his gut, he is trying to quit smoking so he has patches, he respects Sherlock, his team doesn't he tries to get his team to cooperate with him even when he is being difficult and insulting people. Except he does get frustrated by Sherlocks unwanted deductions and when Sherlock doesn't give an explanation to his conclusions. Despite all of this he has a lot of respect for him and often asks for his help.

“Now why are you working with a lot like them.", before I could say anything John cut in.

“She is amazing, almost as smart as Sherlock, she will probably be smarter than him in a few years.", I blushed at this compliment.

“Wow, so you're like this buffoon.", I laughed.

“I don’t know what your definition of buffoon is, but Sherlock is not a ridiculous person or a clown. He can be a very straight face person as you know it, since you have known him for over five years. Now if you wanted to quit smoking, try it slower than what you're doing. You are more likely to get tempted. Also sorry about your cheating wife.” I spat out. He looked at me and then Sherlock. Then at John.

“Wow, that was great no wonder he took you.", I half smiled at the compliment knowing I completely just invaded his privacy.

“So she's your intern?"

“Yes."

“Alright, so tell me about this case.", I was filled with excitement.

“So, this man came in claiming a plant ate his wife and now we are going to figure out what happened. Since it doesn't make sense that a plant would eat something that big, I have only heard of bugs eating plants or small mammals not a whole woman. This seems like the Hounds of Baskerville case, where they used a drug to stimulate the brain and its fear. So you would see what you thought you would see. You never know though, I hope we find something good.", I basically squealed with excitement while going over my case notes.

“Wow that's a lot, so how long till this train stops?",

“About a day.", John replied.

“Well I have a few calls to make so you should go back to your compartment. It was nice meeting you Lizzy."

“Nice to meet you too, bye!”, We waved and walked towards our compartment and I sat down in my seat. John and Sherlock were conversing about something unimportant. So I leaned against the window and started to go through my case notes once more hopping to catch something I hadn't before. This case rattled my brain. I closed my eyes and started to focus very hard on every little deduction I would've missed. The guy was sweating a lot, so he was obviously scared. He got on a very late train which is why his under eyes were so baggy and purplish in color. I assume he didn't get to sleep on the train. Who would sleep if a plant ate his wife right in front of him. By his anxiousness you can tell he is not lying unless he is an amazing liar but nothing popped up in my head that shows he is a liar. He seemed very general. So let's think about plants. There is the venus flytrap and the Nepenthes which is supposed to be the largest man-eating plant in the world but they don’t eat people. After a while of thinking I just couldn't find anything relevant to the case. Soon I found myself drifting into a slumber.

After a while I heard,

“Lizzy, Lizzy.", someone was shaking me. I bolted up off the window and I was sitting upright now.

“We are here.", I heard Sherlock say.

“Oh ok."We jumped in a cab and drove for a little, until we arrived at a small town. We thanked the cabbie and got out. It was cold, so I pulled my coat tighter around me.

“It sure is chilly.", John complained. We continued into town until we stopped at a small motel. We walked in, it was very dark. The windows were covered with dark purple see through curtains, making the room seem very gloomy. The walls were old and the wallpaper was peeling. There were cobwebs peeking out from the dark corner. We heard something scury behind us causing us to jump and turn around very quickly. Then we heard a bell ding causing us to turn back around causing our coats to swish behind us. Behind the black counter there was a thin and old woman.

“Good Morning youngins."

“Good Morning miss, we booked 3 rooms. For 3 nights, and 4 days.", Sherlock recalled.

“Yes you are the Sherlock person and his crew.", she said with her voice was scratchy and harsh.

“Your rooms are on the 3 floor. Now be careful of the rats.", her voice made me crawl in my skin.

“Thanks." Sherlock motioned us towards the stairs. They creaked as we took steps being careful just in case they were to fall through. Once we got upstairs we went our separate ways to unpack. Once we were done we met in the creepy lobby.

“Alright we should start by going to the scene. We walked out the door and towards the forest. The sun was setting with beautiful colors. As we walked deeper into the forest we heard more and more animals. Some singing, some growling, and some scurrying. John had brought his flashlight and was shining towards the ground so we could see where we were hiking. Sherlock was far ahead while John was trailing behind me. It was definitely colder now it was dark. The trees hid the moon. I bundled myself into my jacket. I heard something crack so I stopped walking for a second. I looked down at the wet soil underneath me and saw it cracking. It slipped under me making me scream. I fell into a deep ditch, a pain shot up my leg.

“Lizzy!” I heard footsteps running above me.

“I am down here!” I looked up and saw John shine the light on me. Sherlock and him were standing away from the ledge.

“Are you ok?”, John asked

“Yeah, just some scrapes and bruises.", I dusted myself off.

“Anything down there?”, Sherlock asked.

“Let me check.", I wandered around the surprisingly big hole. I saw a light at the end of the tunnel.

“I see a light!”

“Do not engage, do not. Lets get you out of there.", John yelled down.

“I am pursuing the light.", ignoring John's instructions. I continued walking towards the bright light, hearing muffled talk from John and Sherlock. A shiver rushed through me and it was even colder down here than it was up there so pulled my coat tightly closed. After I walked for a little I saw something move. I froze feeling terror rush through my body. I heard something run behind me. I quickly turned around to see a shadow. I was about to look further till the lights went out and everything went pitch black. I felt something brush past me again. Followed by a high pitch scream so I reached for my ears. Soon the lights turned on blinding me from the sudden brightness. I rubbed my eyes but they were blurry. My sight is still blurry. I fell over from trying to walk off. Soon I put my head up and my eyes adjusted. I looked up and saw a giant shadow standing over me. It looked like a giant plant, like the plant the client described. My mouth fell open in shock and terror. I heard something move behind me, and suddenly the lights shut off. I sat there frozen. The lights quickly turned back on. The plant was gone except I could hear someone behind me. Too scared to look at the source of the noise, till I heard their voice. It was Sherlock. He rushed over and picked me up by the elbows and placed me back on my feet. Except my feet gave away making me fall back down. He once again picked me up by the elbows holding me up this time.

“Lizzy.", he whispered. He let go of one of my elbows and patted my cheek trying to regain my attention. I was lost in my brain, Frozen, I couldn't respond.

“Lizzy!” He whispered yelled. Again tapping my cheek but also grabbing my chin and moving it back and forth as if he was trying to get a good look at me.

“Lizzy what happened, are you ok?” He asked.

“I seemed to understand that question but I couldn't answer. The only way I could respond with was my big dazed eyes letting a few tears drop and a whimper escaped my lips.

“Oh Liz, come.", he gained hold of my shoulders and guided me to the hole which I had fallen through.

“I have her!”, he yelled up. John appeared and put his hand down. Out of instinct I grabbed hold and he pulled me up. Once I was up I crumpled to the floor and sat there trying to process what had just happened. I could hear John pulling Sherlock up.

“What happened, is she ok?”, John asked.

“I think she is in some sort of daze or shock.", they both offered their hands to help me up. I looked at the hands for a few seconds before grabbing on and standing up. Sherlock wrapping an arm around me so I would not fall back down. John walked ahead shining the light for us. Quiet tears escaped my eyes while every once and awhile a whimper or a sniffle would be heard from my lips and nose. Every now again Sherlock would pull me closer when he heard an animal. After a long and quiet walk we arrived back at the motel. Sherlock guided me inside and checked if the scary lady had retreated to bed yet. Luckily she had. They took me to the common room where the visitors could relax in front of a fire. They sat me on the couch and Sherlock sat across from me. John had gone to make tea. I just stared at the fire trying to evaluate what happened. Nothing made sense. Usually I can make sense of things like this, but this time it was just pure fear. I could feel my body still shaking and my heart still pounding in my throat. Soon John came back with tea and handed it to me. He sat down next to Sherlock and they just stared at my shaking hands. I put the cup down before I could spill it.

“Drink, you will feel better." I followed the order and grabbed the cup moving slowly so it would be less likely to spill. We sat there for a while till I finished drinking and my shaking had stopped.

“So, what happened?", John asked while Sherlock stared at my face. I took a shaky breath.

“It was cold, and the light went out and then turned back on quickly. Causing my vision to go blurry, and I could hear something moving. Soon my vision caused me to fall. When I looked up there was a large plant-like shadow in front of me. Then it disappeared just as fast as it came. I..I usually can evaluate things in hard or scary situations quickly but this time it felt like all of life was sucked out of me. My mind froze like my body and I didnt know what was happening. Now I can't stop shaking.", I cried at every word. Sherlock stared at me while he was watching my slow movements. They had to be able to hear my heart beating against my rib cage. John seemed surprised and Sherlock showed no emotion; he was blank. Just staring at me, I wish I could read what was going on in his mind.

“Lizzy.", John mumbled after minutes of unbearable silence. I looked up from my shaking hands and bouncing leg.

“You are safe now.", John said trying to calm me. That's when I stood up very quickly making me feel dizzy and reaching backwards to try to grasp onto the couch to support myself. John and Sherlock quickly stood up reaching out to me.

“Do not say I am safe! There is something out there! It almost got me! What if it gets one of you! I have no one left who cares about me! Except you! I can’t lose you! We are not safe! It could be watching us right now! Just waiting to get us! To kill us! I can’t lose you! I can't lose you. I just can’t.", I broke down screaming as tears fell down my face. I hung my head in shame of being weak. I broke, I finally broke, they are going to see the weak side of me. They are going to think I am not strong enough to come. Instead of yelling at me like my mother or father would have done they embraced me in a hug catching me by surprise. I melted into the gesture and just let the tears and worries escape. My breathing still slightly harsh. John lifted my head up so I was looking at him and moved my hair out of my eyesight.

“We are not going to leave you, you are one of the strongest people we have ever met. You are brave, courageous, intelligent, and many other very important things. Everyone gets scared sometimes even if you're like Sherlock, Sherlock has gotten scared. So don’t put yourself down, we are going to stay with you. We were both terrified when you fell in that hole and we couldn't hear you anymore. We can’t lose you either, you are so important to us and our cases. You really do help. So it’s ok to cry, and your right we aren't safe. But when are we ever, we always go on dangerous cases. Except we are safe together cause we can problem solve. So, why don't we head off to bed and tomorrow we will check more clues out.", John spoke softly.

“Yeah Lizzy we really do like having you around.", Sherlock finished.

“Thanks.", I gave them a hug.

“Now head off to bed and try and sleep."

“Alright. I walked up the stairs but stopped to listen in.

“Are you sure she will sleep tonight?”, Sherlock asked.

“Yeah I added a bit of melatonin in her tea.", John replied. I laughed finally realizing how tired I really was. So I retreated to my bed.

The next morning-

I woke up and I blinked a couple of times. Looking around my dark and tight room feeling deflated and exhausted, I got out of bed and went to my bathroom to freshen up. Once I was done I blow dried my hair which made it fluff up. I tried to flatten my hair but it just wouldn't stay down so I just left it. I threw on a sweater and leggings. I went to my window to see what the weather was like. I tried to open it right until I realized it was fake. My mind and myself is still a little slow and groggy. I focused really hard and noticed a few things that hinted at the fact it was raining and cold. So I grabbed my Classical Lapel Swing Woolen coat. Putting it on my arm and walking out the cream and creaky door. I walked down the stairs and saw the scary lady.

“Rough night?”

“Uh yeah, do you know where Sher-", she pointed down the hall where Sherlock was. I couldn't see John, which was strange.

“Morning Sherlock."

“Morning.", he was very focused on something. Probably playing ideas in his head.

“Where's John?”

“He went on a stroll."

“In this weather?”

“He said he was looking for something."

“Oh, alright and what are you doing."

“Analyzing the exact words you said last night."

“Oh alright.", I sat down next to him and watched as gears turned in his head. I stared at the wall. I didn't really want to think about last night, but I knew I had to. I stared at the wall as flashbacks started to riddle through my head. Shaking my head to fast forward through my memory. I got the part where I saw the plant shadow. I saw something glistening on the neck of the plant. I put my hands to my temples and mentaly zoomed in. I looked hard until I could see what it was. It was a necklace. It was a dog tag! I couldn't see the numbers but I knew we had to go to a nearby army base.

“Sherlock, I found something.",

“What?”

“The plant had a dog tag! There is an army base about ten minutes from here. I think it is closed for good though. So we have to get in."

“Brillant! Let me call John.", Sherlock left the room, leaving me feeling very proud of myself. He soon came back with his coat.

“John is waiting outside, lets go.", he beckoned me. We walked outside and got into a car I guess we rented.

“Were the numbers noticeable?”, John asked.

“No, I couldn't read the numbers.", I replied slightly disappointed about that. After the car ride we got out and threw on our coats. We walked up to the tall gates, you could see electricity still pulsing through it.

“If the base is closed why is the gate still on?", I asked.

“Cause they are hiding something.", Sherlock said as he went up the gate and found a loose wire. He pulled scissors out of nowhere and cut the wire and then it shut off.

“Lizzy, do you have your phone?”, Sherlock asked me.

“Yeah”, I quickly said as I pulled it out of my pocket. Sherlock took my phone and looked at it. He then turned my flashlight on.

“What are you doing?”, John asked.

“Lizzy has been experimenting with her phone. Dangerous work.", he jokingly clicked his tongue at me.

“Well what did she do to it?”John asked, now sounding concerned.

“Made a blacklight out of it, among other things. A really strong black light.”

“How does that help us?” John once again asked.

“Just wait and see.", Sherlock put my phone in his pocket and started to climb the fence. John motioned for me to climb once Sherlock jumped onto the ground. I started to climb while John stayed under me just in case. I got to the other side and reached out for Sherlock. He gave me his hand and I jumped down. John quickly followed.

We walked towards the tall and creepy building. We got to the door and Sherlock motioned for me to kick it. I kicked it right in the right spot making the door burst open.

“Nice!” They yelled. I laughed at their enthusiasm. We walked through the now broken door and into a dark hallway. The lights turned on as we walked deeper. The emergency door shut with a loud bang and the alarm started to blare. Causing us to turn around and I ran towards the door.

“Ugh! Why do they always make it so complicated.", I mumbled. Sherlock and John laughed at my commentary.

“Well guess we have to shut the thing off.", someone yelled. I couldn't tell who it was. I was trying to cover my ears.

“Come I know the way!” Again someone yelled. We followed John and he led us to a bright room full of buttons. He walked to a control panel and he started to type something in.

“We need a password!”, he yelled in a panic. Sherlock put his fingers to his temples and started to spin around.

“The password is spaghetti.", I yelled. Sherlock looked at me with a confused look. John typed it in and it worked shutting the alarm off.

“How?” Sherlock asked.

“There is a sticky note over there that says the password.", John laughed at Sherlock's face of confusion.

“Alright you took my phone why?”, I asked

“Do you have your powder?” Sherlock asked, completely ignoring my question.

“My makeup powder, well I left it at home since I don’t use it."

“Check your pockets.", Sherlock instructed. I checked my jacket pockets and there was powder.", my mouth fell open in shock.

“Your Mum snuck it into your pocket."

“Ugh! Why do you want it?”

“Just give it.", I handed it to him. He opened it up and dumped a little around the room. He then took my phone out of his pocket and turned my blacklight on. You could see footprints.

“Wow!”

“Come.", we followed as he dumped more. We continued until we stopped at the door. I took a deep breath and kicked the door again. It was dark, and small. We heard something shuffle around so John and Sherlock slowly moved me so I was behind them and they were covering me so I couldn't be seen. Then we heard the door slam. Making us all turn around quickly and for Sherlock to grab ahold of me so I was once again behind them. We stood there anticipating the worst. Who or what was here in this facility. Whatever it was, it wanted us dead. Then a crash echoed in front of us. The lights turned on and blinded us. We blinked a couple of times. Until our eyes adjusted to the bright light.

“What are you guys doing here?” Someone asked. We turned around and it was Mr. Lestrade.

“George, why are you here?"Sherlock said, sounding asaperated.

“First off it’s Greg, secondly where else would I be if I got an alert that someone broke into a closed Military Base.", Lestrade sounded interested,

“Why are you here?” We stared at each other not knowing what to tell him.

“We are researching.", I blurted out. Lestrade's face turned into confusion.

“Trying to see if they did an experiment here that could have caused the plant rumor to start.", I finished.

“Did you find anything?”

“We thought so, but it was just your footprints.", I was annoyed. He made a face.

“So nothing?”

“Nothing.", I shook my head.

“Well let me escort you out before you get arrested.", he motioned with his hands.

“Wait, what's in that backroom.", I asked. I started walking towards the door.

“Lizzy don’t.", John instructed.

“Then come with me.", I stated. They followed me towards the door. I ran my fingers down the hinges. It was metal, too hard to kick down. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a screw driver and a bobby pin. I started to pick the lock.

“3,2,1.", there was a click and the door was open. The room was dark and large. I felt around the wall and felt a lightswitch. I turned it on. Inside were tables with old computers. I walked over to a computer that was on. Staring at the bright white screen. It was asking for a password again. Of course it wouldn't be the same. No if this was important then it would be harder. Everyone walked around the room in circles. I saw a door and walked over to it and jiggled the door knob. It was unlocked. I walked in very cautiously. There were books lining the wall. I ran my hand down the spine of a book. It felt odd. I pulled it out and pressed hardly on the middle section of the spine. The book opened and revealed a notebook. I took the notebook out and opened it. Inside there were many passwords. I narrowed it down to 3 passwords but I had a pretty good idea about which one it was. I put the notebook back in my pocket and walked back towards the computer. I typed in Passwort, which is German for password. Simple people. I laughed. The computer turned on. I clicked on a file called plant. It opened but the only thing inside was pages on how to clean the plant. I felt my smile fade and turn back into a frown.

“Lizzy there's nothing here, let's go.", John yelled out. We walked out of the facility feeling disappointed. Lestrade got into his cop car and left. I jumped into the back of our rental and we drove off. While we were driving I pulled the notebook out and started examining it. I read through each page. On the 10th page there was something that caught my eye. It was a list.

“Step one, dig a hole. Step two, make a bright light, Step three, learn how to do shadow puppets. Step four, make the hole not obvious to the eye so people will fall in. Step five, make a cell. Step six, plan done.", wait, it's all made sense.

“Stop driving!”, I yelled.

“Lizzy what.", Sherlock asked, seeming increasingly worried.

“We have to go back to that hole, NOW!.", I stumbled going through the pages in the book.

”What! Why?”, John asked.

“Look.", I showed them what I found.

“Brilant!” John made a U-turn and just like that we were on our way to the forest. To say I was terrified was an understatement. I could already hear my heart beating out of my chest. I took steadying breaths. Looking down at the notebook on my bouncy knee. I knew I had to do this. I had to go back. Soon we arrived at the forest. We got out of the car and started walking towards where the hole was.

Soon we arrived. I looked down at the hole. I wish I could say I got a better look but the sun was already setting. I took a shaky breath and Sherlock put a hand on my shoulder. They both grabbed my hand and lowered me into the hole. They then jumped in and we started off. Every little noise makes my heart pound even faster. With every pace we took I grew paler and paler. Soon we arrived at the light. We stood there for a couple seconds. Till the light shut off and instant terror ran up my spine, making my legs feel like jelly. I felt hands shuffle pushing me to the back. I wish I could say they were Sherlocks and Johns but in all honesty I have no clue. I took a couple breaths knowing what was just about to happen. I looked around for the shadow but I could not see it. Then the lights turned back on instantly giving me a major headache and Deja Vu, remembering and feeling like the other night. I held against a dirt wall for support and waited for my eyesight to settle. That's when I saw it again. The giant over looming shadow.

�� It's not real, it's not real, it's all shadows.", I whispered to myself. If I wanted this to end I knew what I had to do. I took one last look at the shadow and took off running using all of my strength to hold me. I heard someone yell my name but it was too late . I was determined to end this once and for all. I kept running till I ran into someone. Causing both of us to fall backwards, and hit the floor. *Thump* Was the sound our heads made while hitting the ground. I sat up rubbing my head. I saw Sherlock and John running up to me.

“Are you ok?”, John asked urgently.

“Yeah, I am ok.", we all moved our gaze onto the young man laying on the floor. Sherlock walked over and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, making him stand up.

“Who are you?”

“I am Joe and you are my prisoners."

“What, that's not how it looks. Now show us where you keep the people.", Sherlock demanded.

“Why should I do that.", Sherlock pulled his arm behind his back so he was groaning in pain.

“Ok, ok, I will show you.", we followed closely behind the guy as John sent a text to Lestrade telling him to meet us here. Soon we arrived at a room full of bars and people.

“Why would you do this?”, I was mortified at all the people laying on the floor half dead from starvation.

“I wanted to see how far people's imagination would go and of course after they figure it out they can’t be let out. That stuipd guy who escaped told you about his wife didn't he.”

“I am not going to answer that.", I strictly said.

“Well the cops will be here any second so it's over for you.",

“I don’t think so.", the guy grabbed John and held a gun to his head.

“Come any closer I dare you.", I stood there in shock.

“Just then there was a loud explosion overhead. Cops came flooding in and the guy released John. The cops quickly grabbed hold of him. I ran over to John and embraced him in a hug.

“Are you ok?” I asked, scared.

“Yes, not the first or last time it has happened.", I laughed. We walked towards Lestrade.

“Well my detective crew you did it once again. Except we still have to check you out, so go to the ambulances.", we all walked towards the ambulances. They took me to a separate one and started to ask me questions. They looked me over. Nothing more than a few scrapes and bruises. They did put a blanket on me. I guess for shock but I enjoyed the warmth it provided. Once we finished we got a thank you speel from Lestrade and the people who were held captive. We were able to watch as the man and his wife got united. Plus all of the other people. It filled my heart with joy.

“Pack up, we are going to Iceland.

#sherlock holmes #ao3 #sherlockbbc #sherlock imagine

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livingbythewords · 11 months

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What people don’t seem to understand is that sometimes having a blorbo who is a villain, and wanting them to be redeemed and spare them pain is not always a matter of choice.

I absolutely understand and accept the fact that he is a horrible person, and I am aware that he needs to suffer the consequences for his behavior, but that doesn’t change the fact that seeing him in pain hurts me literally and PHYSICALLY. There were countless moments when I felt literally nauseous, seeing a character in pain. And it’s not because I identify with them, although I probably do to some degree, it’s because for some reason I can’t stand them suffering, although they were the ones who inflicted the pain on others before.

Now, there’s one thing I want to stress, and it’s very important - it’s not about all villains. Every villain is different, each of them has their own unique story. No one in the whole world could make me sympathize with Walter White, although I acknowledge that he had reasons for why he did what he did. No one in the whole world would force me to sympathize with Negan from TWD, even if they held me at gunpoint. Same with Wilson Fisk from Daredevil - although I sympathize with him to some degree, because he is really well written and Vincent D’Onofrio is a phenomenal actor. But that doesn’t make me ignore all the horrible things he had done, and I believe that he should rot in prison for the rest of his life. Same with president Snow from Hunger Games, Peter Hale from Teen Wolf, and many, many others.

But there are some characters I don’t choose to sympathize with - they choose me. It happens unexpectedly like a lighting strike, and then it’s over. Don’t think it’s easy for me to have compassion for terrible people, because it isn’t. I know it’s only fiction, and the actors don’t really suffer, but some of them are way too convincing. There was a character whose death caused me so much pain that it took me FOUR YEARS to overcome. I’m serious. I cried, I threw up, I had insomnia, I grieved as if I lost a family member. I know it’s illogical and possibly stupid. I don’t give shit. There are things that I won’t forgive the writers or some parts of the fandom, with their condescending attitude towards people who find it in them to have compassion for terrible people. Yes I know that I should have more sympathy and compassion for the hero. What I should and what I can are two different things. Can you come here and make me feel everything that I feel for a character that YOU feel would be more appropriate? By all means, please do. I will be grateful forever and bake you a cake, because this struggle is real and it’s hell.

What I am trying to say here is don’t assume that all of us have compassion for villainous blorbos because they look hot. Some of us do, and there is nothing wrong with that. But for some of us it’s much more than that, and it’s not easy.

#meta #cultural critique #villains #villain discourse #discourse

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yassentheassassin · 3 years

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They're so beautiful I-

#forever grateful for marvel putting zemo where I can crop him out lmao #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier

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edorazzi · 7 years

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it’s jerirae weekend!!!

friday’s theme is Firsts/Truth, so here’s raven surprising joey for the first time with some sign language she’s been learning in private (and joey falling hopelessly in love right away)

#teen titans #joseph wilson #jericho wilson #teen titans raven #jeriraeweek #josie's art #they're still new teammates and this is raven's first real attempt at the olive branch of friendship #and making jericho cry wasn't EXACTLY what she was going for but IT SEEMS LIKE /GOOD/ CRYING AT LEAST--#i know it's probably just that sign language was surplus to requirement in joey's brief cartoon role #but it still seems to me like he didn't bother with it because he didn't expect anyone to understand it #so anyone taking the initiative and approaching joey with sign language first would win him over FOREVER i bet #i love cartoon jerirae so much i'm so grateful they kept it as (hinted) canon

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emotionlesshoe · 2 years

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hello there! i was so happy to discover that we are now 300 on here! it really feels unreal, but i'm truly grateful for each and everyone of you ♡ to thank you, i created a prompt list on which you can pick up to 3 prompts and send it with the character you would like me to write for (there is a list as well of who i can write for) i'm used to writing one shot with a female reader but do not hesitate to mention if you would rather have a gender neutral or male reader! i can write fluff, angst and smut, however you have to be 18+ to ask for this last one! once again i really want to thank you all, for the love you guys send to the things i create, the likes, the reblogs, the comments, etc. hope you enjoy ♡

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hp:

george weasley

fred weasley

oliver wood

theo nott

ginny weasley

sirius black

remus lupin

james potter

marlene mckinnon

lily evans

mcu:

bucky barnes

steve rogers

sam wilson

matt murdock

frank castle

steven grant

marc spector

pietro maximoff

wanda maximoff

yelena belova

natasha romanoff

scott lang

peter parker

peaky blinders:

finn shelby

michael gray

john shelby

tommy shelby

ada shelby

alfie solomons

lizzie stark

twd:

daryl dixon

rick grimes

alden

glenn rhee

maggie rhee

michonne

rosita espinosa

tara chambler

enid

star wars:

obi-wan kenobi

poe dameron

anakin skywalker

pedro pascal characters:

din djarin

frankie morales/catfish

javier pena

stranger things:

jim hopper

steve harrington

robin buckley

5sos

calum hood

luke hemmings

ashton irwin

michael clifford

bridgerton:

benedict bridgerton

anthony bridgerton

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“It’s not like I married him on purpose, you know?”

"You can't just come back into my life whenever you feel like it. It doesn't work that way."

"We shouldn't have done this... it was a mistake."

“If I told you, you’d hate me forever.”

“Yeah, okay, so the car is totally crashed. But what are we gonna do about the goat?”

"Please, just look at me."

“I know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but… you need to know something.”

"Oh, good, you’re here! Hold this."

"I said it first. It’s mine."

“Put the gun down, dearest. I have news!”

"What are you reading?"

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Congratulations! You’ll get to meet my highly dysfunctional family for Christmas."

"It’s scary to bring a child into this horrible, horrible world."

“I love you! No time to explain – gotta go.”

“Oh man, I’ve had the worst day ever.”

"Tell me it's not true. Please." "I did warn you not to trust me."

"You looked like you needed a hug."

"I really thought I could trust you, that you would be better than all of them... turns out you're even worse."

"Is there a particular reason why you are... naked?"

"The silent treatment? Really?"

“Forgive me if I’m misreading things, but do you want to make out?”

"I don't like this."

"I know how it looks, but it's not what you think!"

"I dare you!"

"You have something in your hair, umm... Do you want me to get it out?"

"Put some clothes on for the love of God." "Is that my shirt?"

"Why is Santa looking at us like that?"

"I can go anywhere I want... just not home."

"I swear if you go out of that door right now, you better never come back."

"Go ahead and leave then, just like everybody else did."

"Please come home."

"I think I'm in love with you and it's terrifying."

"Were you watching porn?"

"What would you say if I brought back home a duck?" "Y/N... what have you done?" "Meet Buffy... the Quacker Slayer."

"Put a baby in me."

"Why is it so hard to let you go?"

"Have we met before?"

"Do you have a picture of me as your lockscreen?"

"Let's run away."

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cherienymphe · 3 years

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Fallen Angels (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

WARNINGS: Cop!Bucky, mentions of kidnapping, NON-CON, trusting reader

IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DNI

This takes place in the same universe as Protect & Serve. You don’t need to read Protect & Serve to follow along as this takes place before Protect & Serve

➥ {page breaks done by @whimsicalrogers}

summary: Bucky thinks you’re the sweetest thing to grace this earth, and he’ll do the unspeakable to get what he wants

You heaved another sigh as you made your way up the steps to the police station. It was warm out, a soft breeze ruffling the bottom of your dress. The sun beat down on your face, making you squint, the heat only adding to your annoyance. You didn’t even know why you got annoyed anymore. It wasn’t as if this was exactly new for you.

“Y/N!”

You threw the woman behind the counter a small strained smile, shoulders sagging as you approached her.

“Hi, Jane,” you sadly said. “I’m here for my sister.”

There was a spark of recognition in her eyes, nodding while returning your strained smile.

“Of course.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, turning away as she disappeared into the back. You swallowed, briefly reaching up to rub your forehead and resisted the urge to a sigh again. You couldn’t believe that you had to leave work yet again to come and deal with your sister’s neverending drama.

You turned as soon as you heard a door open, watching a familiar face bring another familiar face into the room, his large frame making her look small. Officer Barnes greeted you with his usual smile while you returned it with a sheepish one. How many times had you watched him carry her through that door? How many times had you felt sheer embarrassment at her behavior?

“Where was she?” you quietly asked.

“Stumbling through the park,” he said with a shrug.

“Thank you,” you breathed, genuinely meaning it. “I can never thank you enough.”

How many times had you thanked him?

“Hey,” your sister slurred, eyes bleary as she struggled in his firm hold, legs trembling. “Don’t talk about me...like I’m not here.”

“Sorry,” you murmured, and she rolled her eyes, head falling back.

You reached for her, but Officer Barnes shook his head.

“Let me help her to your car. It’s the least I can do,” he said.

You started to argue, but decided against it and swallowed your words. You led him outside, the mumblings of your drunk sister reaching your ears. He was gentle as he placed her into the passenger seat, and you frowned at her as she laid her head on the dashboard.

“Really, thank you,” you said, looking to him as soon as he shut the door.

He folded his arms over his chest, leaning against your car as he gazed at you with a look you couldn’t place. He did that a lot.

“I can’t keep letting her off the hook forever, you know,” he told you, making your heart drop.

You knew that. You had known it for a while, probably since the second time. You didn’t know why Officer Barnes, and the station by extension, always let your sister off easy every time she was found drunk somewhere, but you were grateful nonetheless. You couldn’t keep taking advantage of his generosity though.

“How is Officer Wilson?” you asked, changing the subject.

The blue-eyed man smirked at the mention of his roommate and colleague.

“Still as much of a pain in my ass as ever,” he answered, making you chuckle.

“You know, as much as you insult him, I think you’d really miss him if something ever happened to him,” you said with a grin.

Officer Barnes joined you, eventually nodding with a smile of his own.

“You’re probably right. He’s still a pain though,” he agreed, walking with you to your side of the car.

You paused when you placed your hand on the door, swallowing with your eyes to the ground before looking to him again. You really couldn’t appreciate him enough, but like he said, you knew he couldn’t continue to let your sister off of the hook.

“I really hope this will be the last time,” you whispered.

Officer Barnes frowned, dark brows lowering as he heaved a sigh, sounding as tired as you felt.

“Did you ever think…”

He paused, shifting on his feet before continuing.

“Maybe a few days in jail will do her some good. I mean, what kind of lesson can she learn if you keep bailing her out?”

You couldn’t say that you hadn’t considered it, but you sadly shook your head.

“I can’t do that to her. She’s family,” you quietly replied.

He studied you for a bit before nodding, running his eyes over you with a soft hum.

“No, of course not. You’re too sweet for that,” he said.

You blinked, unsure of how to respond to that, so you simply thanked him again and said your goodbyes. He didn’t move as you got in and drove off, his stare piercing your rearview mirror until he was nothing but a speck in the distance.

When you finally arrived home, your sister was barely able to stand at all. You got her as far as the living room before your arms gave out, depositing her onto the couch. After placing a small trash can beside her, you went into the kitchen to make some coffee and put together a little hangover concoction that you’d been using for years.

As she slept off the alcohol, you couldn’t help but to think about Officer Barnes’ words. Not just him admitting that this couldn’t go on forever, something you already knew, but his proposal to let your sister spend a few nights in jail. You had thought about it. That wasn’t a lie, but you didn’t think it’d do any good. It wasn’t that simple. Your sister needed professional help.

You wondered if you could get Officer Barnes or even Officer Wilson to help you out with that. You didn’t think that your sister would react too kindly to an intervention. You suddenly shook your head, telling yourself that you needed to stop relying on them so much. Especially Officer Barnes.

You’d known them both for years, ever since they moved to the city during your 3rd year of college. They’d been mere officers in training then. You remembered even having a slight crush on Officer Wilson, but that had died the minute they found your sister the first time, wandering around the city drunk and belligerent. You had been so embarrassed, telling yourself that no one in their right mind would get mixed up with a family like yours, no matter how small it was.

Officer Barnes was always the one to find her. He never judged her nor did he ever hint that he was even thinking any kind of negative thoughts. He’d always been much nicer than either of you deserved, and you mentally reminded yourself to bake him some cookies. You suspected that his love for your food was the main reason he let your sister off the hook time and time again.

It was hours later, when you were taking the fresh cookies out of the oven, when you heard your sister stir. You turned just as she stumbled into the kitchen, struggling to open her eyes. You grabbed her a cup.

“I made coffee. It’s not as fresh as I would like it to be but…”

You trailed off, handing it to her. Her eyes were wide open now, and she gratefully took it, gulping it down.

“Thank you,” she breathed as soon as she was done.

The silence was awkward, and the smell of fresh cookies wafted through the air. It was an odd picture.

“So,” you started, playing with your fingers. “What was it this time?”

Your sister heaved a sigh, setting her mug down as she leaned against the counter.

“I got fired today.”

Your face fell, shoulders dropping as sympathy tore through you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, meaning it.

“Don’t be. It beats sleeping with my decrepit former boss,” she scoffed.

Your eyes widened as you registered the implication behind her words, and your heart clenched. You stepped towards her, reaching out.

“Are you serious? T, we should tell someone. File a lawsuit or something-.”

Her laugh cut you off, and you frowned at her.

“Have you met the guy? He has more money than either of us could ever dream of. It’d be a waste of time,” she sneered.

You shook your head.

“You don’t know that. You’re probably not the only woman he’s done this to. I’m sure with the right lawyer-.”

“This is the real world, Y/N? Where those in power take advantage of the rest of us as they see fit,” she told you, making your frown deepen.

Your bit your lip, not exactly agreeing with her but opting to swallow your words. You watched as she neared the pan of cooling cookies and ran her eyes over them with a light scoff.

“Who is this for? Officer Barnes?” she mockingly wondered, a look of disgust on her face.

“Yes, actually,” you said, ignoring her tone and reaching to get a plate. “Do you want one?”

“You should really stay away from him, you know.”

“Well, that’s kind of hard to do when you keep getting arrested for public intoxication,” you threw back.

You immediately cringed, turning to face her, surprised to find not an offended look on her face, but merely a shocked one. She crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her head at you.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed. “I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just… He’s a nice man, T. A good man. Much more than we deserve. Anyone else would have put you before a judge a long time ago.”

She chuckled, reaching past you to grab a cookie.

“Gee, I wonder why that is.”

Her tone confused you, and she shook her head at you.

“The guy’s a creep. No amount of friendly smiles can hide that,” she tossed over her shoulder as she left the kitchen.

You frowned at her words before shaking your head and sliding the cookies onto a plate.

A week later, you were thankful that your sister seemed to be doing better. Normally she needed a month to really get herself together to at least try and get back on her feet again, but her uncharacteristic behavior both shocked you and made you proud. However, when your doorbell rang at almost 1 in the morning, you realized that you had spoken too soon.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

You had swung the door open and come face to face with none other than Officer Barnes and your sister, the latter almost keeled over. She would have been face first into the ground if it wasn’t for the man holding her up.

“Her room is this way,” you told him as soon as you let him in.

She mumbled a few times as he followed your lead, quieting altogether when he placed her on her bed. He made sure that she was on her side, and you heaved a tired sigh as he followed you down the hall.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-.”

“Hey,” he said, grabbing your shoulder and stopping you.

You turned to face him, shaking your head.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, much quieter this time.

Officer Barnes just stared at you, brows drawn together as he rubbed your shoulder, attempting to calm you down.

“It’s okay-.”

“No, it’s not. I really...I really thought this time would be different. I did.”

“I know you did-.”

“...and there are actual criminals out there who need to be dealt with but instead you’re here dealing with me and my sister again.”

You placed your hands over your face as your voice cracked, and your shoulders trembled as you held in all of the emotions threatening to spill.

“God, all of the cookies in the world can’t make up for what we put you through,” you sighed.

He pulled your hands away from your face, and you looked away from him.

“Hey…”

You wouldn’t meet his eyes, and he let go of one of your hands to place it under your chin. He made you look at him, and his blue eyes searched your face as he smiled at you.

“This is my job. I’m not going out of my way to do anything here, okay? It’s okay.”

You reluctantly nodded before your eyes found the floor again.

“She needs help,” you said, finally admitting it outloud. “Professional help. The 12 steps kind.”

There was a brief silence before the dark-haired man spoke.

“I can help with that, get her into some meetings,” he offered.

“Would you? I...I didn’t want to ask because you do so much for us already, but…”

You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked at him. He rested his hands on his hips, tilting his head at you with a slight frown.

“Now, Y/N… How long have I known you and your sister? I’m always happy to help you two out in any way I can. You know that,” he told you, lips quirking up just a tad.

“More than we deserve,” you murmured

He looked as if he was going to say something else, but you continued before he could.

“Do you want something to drink before you go? I usually make her some coffee,” you offered.

His smile widened as he looked at you, eyes twinkling with something you couldn’t name.

“I’d love to.”

His steps were light as he followed you into the kitchen, and you wondered if his stealth was just part of the job or if he was always that way. He didn’t say much as you moved throughout the kitchen, opting instead to watch you as you turned on the coffee pot.

“I think I have some leftovers from last night,” you told him.

“I’d love some.”

As you made to fix him some food to take with him, you found yourself humming a bit, a habit. So immersed in your tasks, you’d almost forgotten that he was there until he spoke again.

“You’re going to make some man a very happy husband one day.”

You threw him a smile over your shoulder.

“You sound like my dad,” you complained, thinking of the man who you hadn’t seen in years.

“A harmless compliment, I promise. You’re just so sweet...and you can cook better than any chef in the city,” he elaborated.

“Well, we’ll see what the future holds,” was all you said as you handed him a container of food.

You moved to get his coffee for him when he spoke again.

“Any man would be crazy not to snatch you up and beg you to have his children,” he said with a chuckle.

You joined him, shrugging as you handed him a to-go cup full of steaming coffee.

“That would be nice, but I can’t have kids,” you said.

Officer Barnes’ smile fell, eyes widening just a bit as he blinked. If it wasn’t for you, he would’ve dropped his coffee.

“What?” he murmured.

You shrugged again, throwing him a small smile.

“I can’t have kids.”

He looked like he didn’t know what to say, and he frowned, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you told him, placing your hand on his arm. “I’m not bothered by it anymore. I used to be, but… I figured that some people just aren’t meant to have children, and that’s ok.”

You turned away from him, moving to clean up your mess. You could still feel his eyes on you.

“It’s why I work at a nursery. I love it, and sometimes I think to myself that if I had children of my own, I wouldn’t have time for the dozens I see every day.”

You leaned your back against the counter, facing him as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I like to believe that everything happens for a reason.”

Officer Barnes smirked at you, a light chuckle escaping him, face pinched as if he was thinking hard about what you said, dark hair curling around his ear.

“That’s a nice way of looking at things.”

You shrugged, leading him to the door.

“My sister doesn’t exactly share my sentiments, so it’s nice to hear that you do,” you confessed, opening the door for him. “Thank you again, Officer Barnes.”

He playfully narrowed his eyes at you.

“How many times must I tell you?”

“Sorry, sorry,” you said with a groan. “Bucky. It’s a force of habit.”

“Well, I’m kindly asking you to kick it,” he lightly replied as he stepped outside.

“Drive safe.”

He paused, blinking at you before nodding.

“I will, and I’ll talk to someone about getting your sister into some meetings.”

You waved him off, a slight frown overtaking as you heard your sister retching from down the hall. With a sigh, you closed the door and turned to go tend to her like you always did.

The weeks that followed were better, the best you’d had in a long time. True to his word, Bucky got information on some meetings, and surprisingly, your sister agreed that she needed more help than you alone could provide. You drove her to, and picked her up, from every one. You’d always felt like the older sister despite the opposite being true, but it was glaring now more than ever.

Her behavior was improving, and you constantly prayed that it would last. You knew that recovery wasn’t always a smooth journey, plenty of people relapsing, but that didn’t seem to be the case for your sister. She had gotten another job, was keeping up with her meetings, and hadn’t even looked at a bottle of alcohol in weeks. She was just her normal cynical self...until she wasn’t.

You tapped your finger on the steering wheel, watching as the last person left the building. You waited a few moments, hoping that she would be the last person, but she never came out. Hurriedly stepping out of your car, you made your way to someone who hadn’t driven off yet. You could tell that you had startled them by knocking on their window, and you apologized the minute they cracked it. You asked them if your sister was still inside, and your heart sank at their answer.

“She never showed up.”

Your lips parted, brows furrowing as you registered their words. Unsure of how to respond, you simply took a step back, allowing them to drive off. It was late in the evening, and the parking lot was now empty, and you felt helpless as you looked around, as if waiting for your sister to appear.

She had never showed up?

You had dropped her off yourself. You had seen her walk into the building with your own eyes. You wondered if something had happened, something to send her over the edge again, and with a heavy heart, you got back into your car and headed home. You waited up most of the night, expecting a call from the police station or even a knock on your door, but your phone never rang and your door was undisturbed. You hadn’t meant to, but before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

Your notifications were just as empty when you woke up the next morning, and your stomach churned as you sat there alone. You had the most awful feeling in your gut, and despite the fact that this should seem like a normal act for your sister, you couldn’t help but feeling like it wasn’t.

Later that day, you drove to the police station. For someone who swore not to rely on Bucky as much anymore, you were doing a poor job of it. He was happy to see you, and that made you feel even worse. Bucky was always happy to help you, and you constantly felt like you were taking advantage of it.

Your worry must have been written on your face though because his smile soon fell. He walked you outside of the station, and you quietly followed.

“It’s my sister,” you immediately said. “She’s missing.”

He eyed you for a bit, eyes narrowing just a tad as he thought. He folded his arms over his chest.

“Are you sure?”

You knew what he wasn’t saying. Your sister wasn’t exactly the most reliable, and absences weren’t unusual for her. He was right to be skeptical.

“They said she never showed up at her meeting. I dropped her off myself, and even if she wasn’t really going, she’d at least pretend like she was. She wouldn’t want me to worry and...and that’s all I seem to be doing,” you murmured.

Bucky placed his hands on your shoulders, massaging them as he attempted to console you.

“Alright. Have you called her?”

“She doesn’t have a cell phone,” you told him. “She can never keep a job long enough to.”

He nodded at that.

“I know that for adults, they need to be missing for at least 48 hours to be treated as a missing persons case. I know that, but…”

You trailed off, and Bucky understood, nodding.

“Hey?”

Your eyes met his, and he sent you a small smile.

“I’ll do what I can. I’m going to find her, alright?”

You gave a shaky nod. He told you to go home and let him handle everything. And thats what you did. The house felt too quiet, and uncomfortable, you started cleaning and cooking. In the midst of all of that, you called your father to tell him what was going on, but it was in vain. As usual, he didn’t answer his phone, and you found yourself wondering if your family was cursed. Your father was too indifferent, your sister too cynical, and you were too nice.

Despite the fact that you felt like you shouldn’t, you went to work. Was it to distract yourself? Oh definitely, but what else were you supposed to do? You didn’t worry until the 4th day had passed and you’d heard nothing from Bucky. He said that he would handle everything, and you trusted him, but you were tempted to go back to the station. However, a knock came on your door one night before you could.

You knew it was him, and you didn’t hesitate to open the door.

“Well?” you anxiously asked, letting him inside.

Bucky’s face was solemn, and you feared the worst, but he simply shook his head.

“Nothing,” he sadly told you.

Your frown deepened, and you frantically blinked away tears.

“Hey,” he quietly said. ‘Hey, none of that, doll.”

You shook your head, stepping back.

“I just feel like this is my fault. Maybe she wasn’t ready. Maybe I pushed her too soon. Maybe-.”

“...and maybe it was all her and had nothing to do with you,” he said, lips pressed together as he looked at you.

You slowly nodded at what he said, not quite believing it.

“Maybe,” you murmured, turning away. “I feel like I should be out there, doing something.”

You heard Bucky approach you, and he tsk’d.

“No, absolutely not. This city is dangerous, and I can’t look for her properly if I’m worrying about you, now can I?” he said, hands resting on your shoulders.

You turned your head to look at him, taking in his soft expression, his baby blues resting on you. You reluctantly shook your head.

“No, I can’t. So the best thing for you to do is sit tight while I try to find your sister.”

“It’s hard. The house...it’s so quiet now. It’s so obvious that she isn’t here, and I hate it,” you whispered. “I’ve never lived alone.”

He hummed, glancing around.

“I don’t have to leave right away. My shift is over, and I could stick around for as long as you want,” he offered, making your heart soar.

“You would do that? I don’t want you to feel obligated to keep me company.”

He grinned at you.

“Never. You just kick me out whenever you get tired of me,” he told you.

You didn’t kick him out. Bucky slept on your couch that night and the night after that and the night after that. His presence was welcoming, comforting, and you found yourself growing used to it. Having known Bucky for years, it was easy to get into a familiar groove with him. He started occupying your couch more and more, and feeling so bad about inconveniencing him all because you couldn’t handle being alone, you usually cooked him breakfast before he had to go to work.

When he wasn’t at work looking for your sister, he was at home with you. Sometimes he cooked with you, or sometimes he fixed something that had been broken for months. He made missing your sister a little easier. You had faith that he would find her, that he’d bring her through that door, drunk and on the verge of sleep like before.

Still, sometimes, you couldn’t help the dark thoughts that assaulted your mind. What if she never came through that door? What if he never found her? Or worse… What if he did? What if he found her in a ditch somewhere, body maimed and ruined from being dead for so long? Despite how much you tried to remain positive, despite how much you wanted to believe otherwise, what if she was gone?

This was what woke you up out of your sleep one night, on the verge of a panic attack. Your breathing was shallow, eyes unfocused as you fought to calm yourself. You were startled, a shriek leaving you as you felt something brush your arm. Light flooded your room, and your eyes immediately met Bucky’s as he stood beside your bed.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, doll,” he whispered, kneeling beside you. “ I could hear you all the way in the living room.”

“Sorry,” you weakly said, shaking your head. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said, sitting beside you, facing you as he pulled you into his arms.

You hadn’t realized that you were shaking, and Bucky tightened his arms around you.

“What if she’s never coming back? What if she’s dead?” you cried.

“Don’t say that,” he murmured, rocking you. “Don’t think the worst.”

“But-.”

He shushed you, cutting you off, and you couldn’t fight the tears as they spilled over. His hand brushed over your back, and you closed your eyes as he held you, not taking note of what was happening until his lips met yours. Your eyes flew open as confusion filled you.

You struggled to pull away, but Bucky’s hold was firm. His mouth moved over yours, and your eyes were wide as he kissed you. He only pulled away when you struggled to breathe, and you pressed your hands to his chest immediately.

“Bucky what-?”

“It’s alright. Let me make you feel better. Help you forget,” he murmured, leaning in again, but you turned away.

“No!”

You got out of his grip, scooting back against the headboard, looking at him as if he was a stranger. Bucky was frowning at you like you were in the wrong, and your mind was muddled with so many conflicting thoughts.

“What are you doing?” you asked him.

He scoffed at you, narrowing his eyes at you like you had offended him.

“What am I doing? What are you doing? You smile and bat those eyelashes at me-.”

“I-.”

“You invite me into your home. You allow me to stay for as long as I want. You cook me breakfast, hell, we cook together like an old married couple. Are you telling me you intended to just play house forever?”

You were floored, and you flinched as you remembered your sister’s constant words, telling you that you were too nice, too trusting. You stared at Bucky, and you felt like an idiot. More tears sprung forth, and you dug your nails into the palm of your hands.

“Bucky I…”

You looked down, wanting to be as far away from him as possible.

“I’m sorry if I made you think that...that there was more to this, but that was never my intention. I’m really sorry.”

You heard him heave a long sigh, shrinking in on yourself as he moved closer to you.

“No, I’m the one who should be sorry.”

You looked up at him, and he reached out to touch your chin. The blue of his eyes was a tad darker, colder than you’d ever seen them.

“I keep forgetting how sweet you are. Too sweet. It’s my fault really, but let me explain how things will work from now on, just so there’s no confusion…”

Your brows drew together, dread swirling in your chest.

“You treat me nice, you be as sweet to me as you always are, and I’ll do everything in my power to find your sister. You don’t...and it’s classified as a simple runaway case.”

You sharply inhaled, mouth dropping open as you registered his words.

“What-?”

“Is that understood?”

He didn’t give you time to respond, pressing his lips to yours again. Your mind was screaming at you to do something, to fight him, get out and go get help. But what if he was telling the truth? Would he really give up on finding your sister if you didn’t sleep with him? Besides, even if you could get away, who could you go to for help? The police was currently pushing you onto your back, lips tasting every inch of you.

Still, you couldn’t help but to fight against him, and Bucky huffed. He paid your trembling hands no mind as he pushed your t-shirt up, fingers trailing over your skin as he did so. You felt like you were having an out of body experience. You almost felt like you were looking down on yourself as he undressed, and you barely fought him as he did the same to you. Your breathing was shallow, and you were certain that you were going to pass out.

“Bucky,” you breathed, pressing your hands against his shoulders.

He simply lowered himself, attaching his mouth to you, making you forget your train of thought for a second. He was like a man starved, tasting you until he was more than satisfied. You hadn’t had sex many times, the few times you did it was great, but this surpassed all of those times, something you never thought possible.

Your legs trembled around him, toes curling, and you reached down to press your hands against his head, trying and failing to push him away. His fingers dug into your thighs, holding them in place while he had his fill of you. Your chest arched upwards, and one of your hands pressed against the headboard, attempting to ground yourself, but Bucky seemed determined to make your head spin.

“Bucky, stop,” you begged, voice cracking. “Please…”

Your next words were lost, the only thing climbing out of your throat being a moan. You tried your best to swallow it down as you came, but Bucky’s tongue and mouth didn’t rest, lapping up your juices as you clenched around the pink muscle. You were still coming down when he climbed over you, and you opened your mouth to stop him, beg him, but he pushed into you without warning.

A gasp escaped you, a groan of his own leaving Bucky as he immediately began to thrust into you. You placed your hands on his chest, lips trembling as he slid into you over and over again. He kissed you again, taking you by surprise, and you stared up at him in something akin to disbelief.

How did you get here? Bucky was your friend, and somehow, here he was on top of you, forcing pleasure onto you that you never asked for.

“You taste just as sweet as I thought you would,” he murmured, lips grazing the corner of your mouth.

“Bucky,” you quietly begged.

“I always knew you’d be sweet in bed, making the cutest little noises, all soft skin and soft smiles.”

His words confused you, and it occurred to you that this behavior did not come out of nowhere.

“You don’t know how many times I wanted to take you in the back of my cruiser, right there in the station, but you deserved better. You deserved to be kissed like a princess in between your sheets-.”

“Stop,” you begged.

You wanted him to stop talking. You didn’t want to face how unbelievably stupid and trusting you had been. It hurt too much. He pressed his hips against yours again, his thick cock dragging along your slick walls.

“Your sister wasn’t good for you, doll.”

Your eyes widened as they met his, his brows furrowed in concentration, a bead of sweat on his forehead as his hair hung over his face.

“She was nothing but trouble, always bringing nothing but her problems into your life. You were far too nice to do anything about it...so I did,” he told you, not a hint of humor in his blue eyes.

A horrified gasp escaped you, and you continued your struggle. You felt like you’d been punched in the chest, and your vision was completely blurry from your tears now. You were full on sobbing, but Bucky paid it no mind as he intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hands down above your head. Every thrust was a brush against that little bundle of nerves, and you felt yourself clenching around him.

“Oh, that’s it,” he purred. “Come around my cock.”

“No, no, no,” you cried, bucking against him, but only making it worse for you.

Your second climax crashed over you like a wave, and like you were drowning, you struggled to breathe. Bucky’s lips felt like they were everywhere, and soon after, you felt him twitch inside of you, coating your walls as he came too. You couldn’t breathe, and you felt the walls of your room closing in.

“I’m the only one who knows where your sister is,” he murmured after catching his breath. “I’m the only one who knows if she’s even okay.”

Your chest was heaving, and you kept thinking to yourself that not enough air was getting in. Bucky wiped the sweat from your hairline, running his eyes over your spent frame as he caged you in even further.

“So if you want to see her again, you know what you need to do.”

The world finally caved in on you.

Even though you couldn’t have kids, it seemed like Bucky was determined to try. Or maybe he just couldn’t get enough of you. Despite the fact that he had a place of his own, he spent all of his free time at your house. His hands never strayed from you, and it seemed like he was kissing you any chance he got. At night, and sometimes in the morning, he enjoyed the feel of you wrapped around him, milking him as he groaned in your ear.

And what could you do but let him? Now knowing the truth, you wondered if you ever knew Bucky at all. How was it possible to hide one’s true self for years? Constantly? You remembered your sister’s last words about him, calling him a creep, and you wondered if he was that good or if you were simply that trusting?

He acted as if you were a normal couple. He cooked with you, ate with you, watched tv with you, and even bathed with you. Bucky brought you flowers and gifts and pretty dresses he thought you’d look good in. Every time, you thanked him with a smile and could do nothing but accept it as he undressed you. Every time you asked about your sister, every time you built up the courage to, he always dodged the question, and you wondered how long this would go on.

As it turns out, not long at all.

He came to the house one day, angry and frantic and his eyes were searching for you. The minute he spotted you, he pounced. He was rougher than he had ever been, pinning you to the wall as he thrust into you, hand fisting your hair while the other pressed his fingers into your thigh. You felt like he was going to break you, but Bucky paid no mind to your tears.

You had made your way to the floor when he finally came inside of you, sweaty and angry and gripping you like he’d lose you. You were trembling in his arms when he lifted his head, and you stared at him like he was going to hurt you some more. You watched as he swallowed, running his eyes over you as he reached up to brush his thumb along your lip.

“Sam and I gotta leave,” he breathed.

You blinked at him, frowning.

“It’s all so sudden, but they found some things, and we have to leave.”

You didn’t know what to say, and you stared at him in confusion.

“...but when it’s safe, I’m coming back for you,” he told you, making your heart sink.

“B-Bucky...my-.”

“You want to see her again, don’t you?”

You nodded, and he nodded with you.

“Okay. Then you’ll wait for me. You don’t tell anybody what you know, and you wait for me. Tell me.”

Scared to say anything else, and scared that you’d never see your sister again, you told him what he wanted to hear.

“I’ll wait for you,” you whispered through trembling lips..

He kissed you, and that was the last time he kissed you for a long time. You didn’t know how many years had passed. 4? 5? 6? You couldn’t keep track and they all blended together. With Bucky gone, you felt more alone than you ever had before. Had your body grown used to his? Grown to crave his even? The man was your rapist. Was that normal?

The house was too painful for you to remain in, so you moved a couple of blocks over. Every day that passed, you wondered how your sister was doing. You wondered where she was. Some days you missed her more than others, and some days you were angry. Why couldn’t she have told you outright what Bucky was like. Surely, she must have known, known better than you.

Some days you were angry at Bucky, and on more than one occasion, you had even been tempted to tell someone what you knew. You hated him for what he did to you, what he’d done to your sister, putting you both through torment. Most days though, you were just angry with yourself. You felt like you deserved some blame in all of this, for being so naive, so trusting, for having faith in everyone until they proved otherwise.

Work only distracted you for a short time, and the lonely nights came quicker than you liked. Provided that you were able to find sleep, it was normally after a crying fit. It all felt like a strange sort of limbo, and you wondered how long you were meant to endure it. You started to think that Bucky would never come back, you’d never see your sister again, and once again, you’d be an idiot for believing him. But what other choice did you have?

It was one early morning, the sun still yet to rise, when there was a knock on your door. You were riddled with sleep and practically stumbling to the door, but when you opened it, all of your fatigue was gone. Your wide eyes met familiar blue ones, and you felt like the air was sucked out of you.

His hair was shorter, but he otherwise looked the same. He was dressed darkly, as bulky as ever, and you took a step back when he took a step forward. An unfamiliar car was behind him, and you squinted, recognizing Officer Wilson in the passenger seat. Your eyes fell to Bucky again, and the corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk.

“Hi, doll.”

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