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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 3 months

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The Danger Zone (Part 19) - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Bradshaw!Reader | OC

Word Count: 4.1k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ ONLY.

Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy; Military Inaccuracies; Medical Inaccuracies; Crying; Deployments; Use of "You," No Use of Y/N, No Set Physical Description

Summary: Life goes on, even though Jake is still deployed.

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Standing in the bathroom, you applied the final touches to your makeup and hair. Sarah had been kind enough to host your baby shower and you were currently trying to think of gifts to get her, Penny, Emma, and Phoenix to thank them for the party.

You put on a pair of earrings that used to belong to your mom. You were getting more and more sentimental and found yourself wearing your mom’s jewelry around more. Heading out to the kitchen, you greeted Mav, who was supposed to drive you.

“You’re not hiding the fact that you know?” Maverick asked, gesturing to your pink dress.

“No, what’s the point?” you replied with a shrug, walking over to your shoes. Sliding on a pair of flats, you added, “Jake knows and that’s all I care about.”

“Well, let’s get going. I’m pretty sure that Penny will have my head if you’re late.”

After a short drive, Maverick pulled into the Kazansky’s driveway. You slowly slid out of the car despite Maverick’s offer to help you and walked into the house. Heading down the hall into the main space, you paused at the entrance.

The room had pink ribbons draped all around. Balloons decorated the corners and streamers framed the windows. They set up tables along the wall and there were already trays of pink cupcakes and other desserts on one of them. Emma and Phoenix were unboxing the catering in the kitchen and Sarah and Penny were finishing up some of the decorations.

“There she is,” Penny called, straightening up. “Happy Baby Shower!” She walked over and pulled you into a hug that you happily returned. “Are you excited?”

“I’m hoping that something interesting happens,” you replied with a small smile. “Thanks for doing all of this for me. And thank you Sarah for hosting.”

“Oh, please, I used to host the most ridiculous naval events here. At least this is a party I’ll actually enjoy,” Sarah mused, accepting your hug with a bright smile. “How’s Baby Girl doing?”

“She’s been pretty quiet today. So, she’ll decide to kick me when I’m least in the mood for it.”

“Are you hungry?” Phoenix asked, walking over and holding out a plate of food to you. “Everything is safe for you to have. Except for the booze, of course.”

“Thanks,” you mused, picking up an hors devour from the plate.

You ate quietly as they walked you through the whole set up. And you quietly kept grabbing little snacks along the way. Staring around at the whole set up, you turned to your family.

“You guys didn’t have to do all of this stuff for me.”

“Don’t start that. You deserve a nice baby shower and you’re getting a nice baby shower,” Phoenix stated firmly, causing you to nod and smile.

“Do you guys need help with anything?”

“No, grab a drink and go relax. People should start getting here in about twenty minutes.”

It wasn’t a huge baby shower, at least compared to some that you had been to before, but you saw so many faces that you hadn’t seen in years. Emma really went through your whole list of contacts. But speaking of Emma, you hadn’t seen much of her.

“Where’s Emma?” you asked Bradley, walking over to where he was standing.

“She ran out to grab something.”

“Is she alright?” you asked worriedly.

“Yeah, she just hasn’t been feeling well lately,” Bradley explained, a note of worry in his tone. “I told her to stay home, but she insisted on coming.”

“Did she go to a doctor?”

“She has an appointment for next week,” Bradley explained quietly. “Thursday. I told her just to go to urgent care or the hospital even if she feels that sick, but she said she wanted to wait. And I don’t want to upset her.”

“I’ll talk to her when she gets back.”

“She’ll just tell you to focus on your party,” Bradley reminded you, but you simply smiled.

“Exactly. It’ll just be part of your gift to me.”

“You couldn’t have told me that before I spent three hours in a baby store for you?”

“Did I mention how I appreciate how supportive you are?” you remarked sarcastically, patting your brother on the shoulder before moving on.

Making your way through the crowd of people to head back inside to be in the air conditioning and to grab some more food, you looked up to see Maverick talking with a group of familiar aviators in the corner of the yard. You turned a bit and made your way over to greet them.

“Well, here’s the woman of the hour,” Maverick announced, causing all of them to turn to you.

“Hi, everyone,” you stated, waving to them. “I wasn’t expecting any of you to make it.” Turning to the man closest to you, you offered him a hug. “How’d you get the time off of work, Uncle Slider? I would have thought you would be flying now.”

“I timed my flights and got an extended layover in San Diego,” Slider replied, returning your hug.

With the exception of Maverick and Iceman, Slider was the aviator who spent the most time with your family. Especially because he retired earlier than either Mav or Ice had. He didn’t have the stories about your dad that Maverick did nor did he provide the same sort of stability that Ice did with Sarah and his family, but he was a pillar in your childhood.

“I thought you said you would stay away from naval aviators,” he joked, gesturing to your bump.

“I know,” you laughed, resting a hand on your back. “But we all make exceptions for the right people.”

“And is it true that you got married already?”

“Right before he left,” you agreed, showing your rings. “It was both a shotgun and a pre-deployment wedding all in one.”

“Well, you know if he ever wants to fly commercially, I can get him in no problem,” Slider offered, causing you to smile.

“Thanks, but I think Jake’s the type to be forced to retire from the Navy.”

“He’s been spending too much time around Mav then?” Slider guessed, nudging Maverick in the side jokingly. “I still can’t believe that you’re actually retired now.”

“Well, I’m needed here now,” Maverick replied, glancing over at you. “And I’d like to enjoy the rest of my time with the kids and Penny.”

As Maverick and Slider continued to talk, you moved around the group. Thanking Hollywood and Wolfman for driving down, you turned to Viper and his wife, who still lived locally despite Viper’s retirement over two decades now.

“It’s been so long,” you remarked, pulling Viper’s wife Linda in for a hug. “How are you?”

“Oh, don’t worry about us. Look at you! You’re so big now,” Linda called, causing Slider to snort. “And pink! You’re having a girl then?”

“Yeah, we’re having a little girl,” you confirmed with a proud smile.

“Congratulations!”

“Thank you.” Turning to Viper, you moved to give him a hug. “And how are we, Admiral?”

“Still strong,” Viper reported, offering you a smile. “And we’re very glad to hear that Jake finally took his responsibilities seriously.”

“Oh?” you asked, confused.

“Marrying you, dear,” Linda explained with a smile.

“Taking responsibility for his actions,” Viper stated bluntly, causing your eyes to widen.

“Right,” you trailed off, nodding with a polite smile.

“Why don’t we see if we can find Bradley then?” Maverick suggested, stepping up beside you. “He’s separating from the Navy, you know.”

“After the hissy fit that he threw about getting in, he’s just leaving like that?” Viper barked out, causing his wife to admonish him.

You shared an amused look with Slider before you headed inside. Chatting with Phoenix and Coyote, you paused when you saw a stressed-looking Emma walk into the kitchen with a few bags. You walked into the kitchen as well, cautiously approaching your obviously skittish sister-in-law.

"Emma?" you called, causing her to whip around.

"Hey, did you need something?" she asked, unpacking a bag.

"No, but did you?" you offered, moving to stand beside her. "You look a little stressed and I don't want you to worry about the party anymore. It's amazing."

"I'm not stressed about the party. I'm just . . . stressed," Emma sighed, avoiding eye contact.

"Is it something with the house?"

"No, it's all fine."

"Is it my stupid brother?"

"No," Emma replied quietly. "Where is he anyway?"

"Getting a lecture from Viper, I think," you stated, glancing out the window. Turning back to Emma, you offered, "You know, I'm here for you. And forget the fact that this is my party. I'm honestly just trying to stay busy so that I can ignore the fact that Jake isn't here."

Emma gave you a sympathetic look and sighed. Looking around, she slowly turned back to you.

"I don't want to ruin your party."

"The Navy ruined my party. What's bothering you?"

"I'm . . . late."

"Late for what?"

Emma shot you a look.

"Oh, sorry. Wait, how late? Like a day?"

"More like . . . sixteen," Emma replied, causing your eyes to widen.

"Have you taken a test?"

"Not yet."

"Go get one."

"I have one. I bought it at the store a month ago and it's been sitting in my glove compartment ever since. But it's your party. Today isn't about me, it's about you and your baby," Emma reminded you quietly. "I'm not going to take the test."

"Even if I tell you that you should," you stated, causing Emma to sigh. "Or at least do it when you get home." After a moment, you asked, "Why have you been avoiding it for this long? You bought the test a month ago and you still haven't taken it?"

"Because then it becomes real," Emma replied, not meeting your gaze. "And we had our plan. We were going to start trying after Bradley separated from the Navy and settled into his new job. And a lot can go wrong in the first few weeks . . . I'm just trying to process it some more."

"Have you told him yet?" Emma shook her head slowly and you offered her a supportive smile in return. "Look, whatever happens, Bradley loves you and I love you and we’ll all be here to support you. And, hey, at least your dad already got the whole threatening phase out of his system. It's smooth sailing in that department."

Emma managed a soft chuckle at the memories, closing her eyes for a moment. The two of you turned when you heard footsteps. Bradley stepped into the kitchen with his sights set on you.

“Penny said it’s time to open presents.”

“Alright, I'll go out there."

You shared a glance with Emma, who nodded quietly, before moving to move past your brother. But before you could make it too far, Bradley gave you a lightly annoyed look.

“And please don't send anyone else to give me a lecture today. Because I barely survived the last one.”

“Viper found you then?” you asked, amused.

“And then talked my ear off with the most disappointed dad look I’ve seen in years.”

“Well, it was either you or me, and it's my party, so it had to be you.”

Glancing between Bradley and Emma, who was already staring at her husband, you headed outside to open your presents. They were all lined up for you by the time that you arrived, and Penny was there to hand you your presents.

Penny and Maverick bought you a beautiful crib. Sarah got you a bassinet and told you that her kids loved it for their own kids. Javy and Nat bought what seemed to be an industrial stroller—Javy insisted that it was going to be necessary given your child’s genes. And you got piles of baby clothes of various sizes, diapers, and some formula.

“And this one seems to be from Emma and Bradley,” Penny stated, handing you a card. “But I don’t know where they are.”

“I think they’re setting up the cake,” you lied, opening the card. Inside was a picture of a rocking chair and an order slip with a promise to have it delivered to your new house. “They got me a rocking chair.”

You were folding a set of baby onesies when Javy walked over with another box for you. You were a little confused but took the present from him anyways.

“You already gave me a gift, Javy. What’s this?”

“See who it’s from,” he replied, before moving to take his seat next to Phoenix.

You flipped the box over and when you read Jake’s name, albeit in Javy’s handwriting, you looked up suddenly. Locking eyes with Javy, who motioned for you to open it, you quickly tore through the wrapping paper. Pulling out a box, you opened it and gently set the cover aside when you saw a photo album inside.

You ran your finger down the leather spine before slow opening the cover. The inside cover was plain, but it had a printed-out email from Jake laid over the top. Picking it up, you smiled to yourself as you read through his short message.

To My Beautiful Wife,

I know that the best gift that I could give you would be being by your side today and every other day, but this is the next best thing that I could think of. Admittedly, this wasn’t actually my idea, though I’m still going to take credit for it, but here’s a collection of memories over the last year. But there’s still plenty of space for the years to come and new memories that we have yet to make together.

I miss you and I love you so much. And tell Baby Girl that I’ll be home soon to feel her kick.

Love,

Your Smoking Hot Husband

“Well,” you croaked out, placing the paper down. “I think I’ll open it later because I don’t want to start sobbing right now.”

“Who wants cake?” Maverick suggested loudly.

You smiled as you wiped a tear away, trying to stay positive. Phoenix walked inside the house to go and grab the cake as Maverick squeezed you into his side.

~~~~~

Jake sat out on the deck of the carrier, staring down at a photo of you and your bump.

It had been about two months since he left you behind and he was counting down the days until he could be there with you and your baby again. There was some talk of a few aviators in his program returning back to the States soon and Jake was doing everything that he could to make sure that he was on that list.

The sun was starting to set below the waves, casting an orange glow over the ship. The steady sea breeze dried the tears on his cheeks, but Jake didn’t move from his spot. Your due date was in three weeks and even though he read that first children were typically born later; he knew that your daughter was a stubborn one and moved to the beat of her own drum.

She would come when she wanted. Not when it was convenient.

“Do you think you can wait just a little longer?” Jake asked the photo of your bump softly. “You know, we still haven’t picked a name for you yet, so if you want a normal name, you should give us a little more time to decide, alright?”

Leaning back against the wall, Jake stared out in the direction of California. He always made sure to know what direction home was. After a moment, Jake pursed his lips together and took a breath.

“I’m coming home. I promise.”

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“And just sign there on the bottom line,” your realtor instructed you, handing over a pen.

You slowly signed your name to officially buy your first home. It was also the first time that you fully wrote out your surname as ‘Bradshaw-Seresin,’ but that just left an even more bitter taste in your mouth. It was supposed to be a happy moment, a triumph, a celebration to buy your first family home.

But without Jake here, it just felt like a hollow victory.

“Congratulations, you’re officially a homeowner,” your realtor replied with a kind smile.

“Thank you.”

Your realtor walked off, leaving you standing alone in the middle of your new home. And when the door shut and the sound echoed around the empty space, you instinctively held your new keys to your chest. Bradley and Maverick were coordinating everything to get your apartment officially packed up and brought over. You would have to return to the apartment to return the keys and everything, but you weren't in a rush.

Walking through the house, you silently took in the moment. You ran your hand along the wall as you headed to the front of the house. Slowly stepping up onto the bottom stairs, you rested your hands on your bump.

“Welcome home, Baby Girl,” you murmured, pressing your hand to where she was kicking.

You texted Bradley that everything was signed, and it was time to bring the truck over. You would have moved to unpack the baby stuff that Maverick shoved into your car earlier that morning, but you knew that you would have given Maverick a heart attack if you did, so you simply waited for everyone to arrive.

A knock at the door made you turn to see Emma waving to you through the glass. You slowly waddled over to the door to let her into your home.

“Morning,” she greeted, pulling you in for a hug. She straightened up and offered you a bag. “I brought you breakfast.”

The two of you sat on the lawn furniture that the sellers left for you as part of the sale. You kicked your swollen feet up and balanced your breakfast on your bump, leaning heavily on the couch. Bradley and Maverick, with some help from the other Daggers and other friends, were currently moving your boxes into the house.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to supervise that at all?" Emma asked you, a bit worriedly.

"It's fine," you murmured, dismissing her concerns. "There's no point in fully unpacking. Minus our bedroom, the kitchen, and the baby stuff. We still have to paint and buy new furniture."

“Alright,” Emma replied, not trying to push you.

The topic of your clear mood shift was becoming an increasingly common conversation among your friends and family. Your due date was growing closer, and you were making more and more comments that concerned them. Or tasks that you refused to do without Jake there beside you.

And everyone was quietly worried about what would happen if you went into labor and Jake wasn't home yet. If it was time for your daughter to come out, it was time for her to come out.

“Has she been moving around a lot?” Emma asked conversationally.

“Yes,” you sighed, sounding exhausted. “She kicked my ribs yesterday and knocked the wind out of me.” Offering a small smile to Emma, you added, “Things for you to look forward to.”

“I’m trying to survive the first trimester,” Emma chuckled nervously.

“I hope you have a girl too,” you spoke softly with a smile, resting your hands on your bump. “They’re only going to be about six or seven months apart.”

“I know. But I think we’re going to wait until they're born to find out. My sisters did and my parents were always so excited to find out at the hospital, so I want to do that with our baby.”

“Have you told any of them that you’re expecting?”

“No, not yet. We’re going to take a trip up to see them after you have your baby and we’ll tell them then. I wanted to do it in person.”

You smiled and nodded, finishing up your breakfast. After chatting for a little bit more, you headed inside the house for the cooler air. You were temporarily living in the first-floor guest bedroom and that room was your main priority.

“Did you want all of it in the nursery or down here?” Phoenix asked, setting down the last box of baby stuff.

“Down here is fine for now.”

“Did you want us to set up anything for you?” Javy asked, standing beside his wife.

“No, I’m alright. We already got the car seat installed and that’s the most important thing right now. We can put together the rest of it when Jake gets home.” Slowly standing up again, you sent Javy and Phoenix a small smile. “Thanks for your help.”

As you waddled off to the kitchen to help Penny and Maverick, Phoenix and Coyote shared a concerned look.

“She’s not herself,” Coyote told his wife quietly.

"She's in her last trimester and her first few months of marriage. And her husband isn't here." Phoenix sighed, watching you with concern. "And everyone has their breaking point."

~~~~~

Dear Jake,

We moved into the house today. Maverick is sleeping on the sofa to keep an eye on me. I think that he thinks that I’m going to go into labor soon. Which I’m not. Baby Girl is snug and comfortable, and I have a feeling that she’s going to take her time coming out. Bradley and I were both late babies, so I’m sure that she’ll follow the trend.

I had them leave all of the baby stuff on the first floor for now. We can set up the nursery when you’re home with us. It didn’t feel right setting it up without you here.

Baby Girl is keeping me up again. She’s been kicking and now she’s even ignoring your warnings to go to bed. I have a feeling that she’s going to be payback for all of the crap that I put my mom and Mav through. Isn’t that what they say anyways?

I miss you. Come home soon and safely.

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

At nearly thirty-nine weeks pregnant, there was no other way to describe your existence beside ‘uncomfortable.’ You were pretty sure that you resembled a penguin or a seal lion with the stupid way that your bump made you walk. And your stomach had ballooned out to make you look all the more ridiculous as you went through the last few days of your pregnancy.

And fucking hell, your back was killing you.

“Why don’t you sit down?” Maverick suggested as you wiped down the countertops. “You’ve been walking around all morning.”

“I'm fine, Mav.”

“Did you sleep well last night?”

“No,” you muttered, tossing the paper towel into the trash. “I couldn’t get comfortable.”

“Maybe you should try taking a nap.”

“I’m fine, Mav,” you repeated as the laundry machine went off. Waddling over despite Maverick's call that he could fold the laundry, you rested a hand on your back. “I'm just a little restless.”

“I’ll fold all of that. You should eat.”

Sending Maverick an annoyed look, you handed off the laundry and made you way over to the couch. While Maverick was focused on the laundry, you let out a quiet moan of pain, leaning having on the couch. Resting your hand on your back, you took a few deep breaths before sitting down. You kicked your feet up just as Penny walked through the door.

“How are you feeling today, Mama?” Penny asked, walking over to you with a container of food.

“Pregnant. Very pregnant.”

“You’re in the final stretch now," Penny assured you, offering a maternal smile. "And I brought you some food. It shouldn’t get your heartburn to act up.”

“Thanks.”

Slowly getting up from the couch, you made your way over to the table. Maverick walked over and held the chair for you as you sat down. He had turned into a bit of a helicopter parent over the last week or so and you were too tired to fight him on it. You managed a few bites, before you got up.

"You don't want anymore?"

"I'll be back," you replied, waddling away. "Just need to . . ."

You froze when a gush of liquid suddenly soaked your shorts and pooled on the floor below you. Clutching your bump in fear, you gave Penny and Mav a deer in the headlights look that caused them to jump up and spring into action. Mav steadied you carefully as Penny slowly assessed the situation.

“Okay, it looks like your water just broke. We need to get you to the hospital. The baby’s coming.”

And you couldn’t help but immediately burst out into tears.

A.N. And the baby's coming! But just wanted to give everyone a heads up that this story does not end once the baby is born. There's still more to come. Thanks, and I hope you'll stick around for more!

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tailgateonrollerskates · 7 days

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New tf oc unboxed!

this is septic! A high ranking but paranoid doctor who is very focused on safety. Septic is loosely linked to my friends ocs..hi fro!!! Hi skip!!!!

#transformers #maccadam #digital art #transformer oc #original character #transformers one #tf oc

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The History Between Us: Unboxing and Review

Doctor Who: The History Between Us Zine | Unboxing/Review

You’ll never guess what—we’ve been reviewed!

YouTuber Jack Reeves of 10th Doctor cosplay and Doctor Who Community Show fame got his hands on the History Between Us a little early to give everyone a teaser of what to expect! In 14 minutes of genuinely joy-inspiring video, Jack takes us on a tour through the zine and its packaging as well as some of his favourite pieces of merch.

Please watch—let’s let Jack know how much we love the video and get him some views!

#doctor who #the master #thoschei #spydoc #13th doctor #sacha dhawan #zine #twissy #tensimm #jodie whittaker #10th doctor #cosplay #review #dhawan!master #torchwood #sarah jane adventures #big finish #big finish audio

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moustacheshe · 1 year

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Yandere! Otto Octavius (tssm) x Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, drugging, yandere-themes

This one shot is a little bit longer than my other stories <3 I hope I didn't make to many mistakes and that Otto is not to out of character ^^' Anyways enjoy reading :D

You put the last packing case down in your new apartment and wipe the sweat from your forehead. Moving all these cardboard boxes solely by your own was not your brightest idea. Of course several people asked you if you needed help... But you decided: 'No, I'd rather break my back before I let anyone do something for me.'. Yes you are stubborn and YES stubbornness hurts. You stretch your sore muscles and your back makes an unhealthy cracking sound. After hearing the crunching of your bones you decide it is indeed time to call it a day. Unpacking needs to wait until tomorrow.

The next day you slowly start to unbox your stuff and clean up a little bit. At least you have some days left of your leave until you need to go back to work.

Suddenly your door bell rings. You jump a little at the sudden sound and wonder who it might be. You're expecting no one. As you look through the peephole you see the postman standing outside your door. He holds a package in his hands. 'Weird...I didn't order something.' You open the door. "Hello?" "Ah, good afternoon ma'am! I'm so sorry to bother you but I have a delivery for your neighbour. Nobody is home and I need to give it to someone living in this house." You look at the small package and back to him. "O-Oh, I just moved here and I don't know the neighbours yet..." He just smiles at you, looking a little desperate. "I left a note for your neighbor, that the package is at your place. Please, my time schedule is already cut short." You sigh and give him a little nod. "Alright I'll take it." The postman seems relieved with your answer and hands you a device to put your signature on. You sign it and take the package. The man thanks you and hurrys back down the stairs.

You close the door behind you and look down at the package. 'Dr. Otto Octavius? Welp, it's always good to have a doctor in the house.' You think while putting the package on the wardrobe in your hallway. After that you continue with unpacking your stuff, trying to get some form of system in the chaos you've made.

It is late in the evening and you are exhausted. You're all sweaty and you look like a mess. You sigh and stretch. "Time for a shower." You say to yourself. Then your doorbell rings again. "Oh!" You go to your door and again look through the peephole. In front of your door is a rather adorable looking man. He has big nerdy looking glasses and a cute little bow tie. Underneath his big brown coat he wears a green sweater with a yellow shirt under it. Carefully you open the door only as far as a gap. "Yes?" "Oh, g-good evening. I-I'm so sorry to bother you this late but I saw the note on my door. It says that you may have a package for me." He seems nervous as he speaks, looking at you through his thick glasses. Now you open the door completely, looking at him in realisation. 'This must be Dr. Octavius...my neighbour...' He's a little taller than you...if not even the same height as you. The man looks a little taken aback upon seeing you now fully in your messy state. "O-Oh, you must be Dr. Octavius. I just moved in yesterday and-" You pause.' He probably just wants his package...and I start rambling about me moving in... Great...' "I-I'm sorry...I'll get your package." He couldn't respond as fast as you vanish into your apartment getting his package. You hand him the small box and laugh nervously. "I-I still have a lot to unpack so..." He just smiles at you and rubs the back of his neck. "I completely understand. Thank you for taking my package in. Have a good evening." "Y-You're welcome! And you too..." With that you quickly close the door. 'Welp, that was awkward...'

'Great job Otto...You could've started a nice conversation with them but no... Gosh, they were cute...' He sighs quietly and goes into his apartment right opposite from yours. Otto puts the package down and looks outside the window. He can't get the image of you out of his head. A little blush forms on his face. "Stop it, Otto. You've just met them." He whispers to himself.

The next day you've spent unpacking the rest of your stuff, calling your apartment now officially finished. You sigh at the thought of going back to work in a few days. But for now you have some time to relax a little bit. It is then your doorbell rings again. You stand up and go for your door. 'It is around noon, who could this be?' As you look through the peephole it is your neighbor from yesterday. He's holding something in his hands. You open the door and greet him. "Hello Dr. Octavius." You smile at him. "Oh, p-please call me Otto. I don't really care about formalities." He smiles back at you. "Okay then...Otto. I'm (y/n) and... I'm sorry about yesterday. It wasn't really a great start." You chuckle nervously. "Oh no, there is nothing to be worried about. I didn't quite made the best first impression myself." He answers getting a little flustered. "But I'll make it up to you. Since you just moved here and you were so kind to take my package in. I made you a little something." He holds out the thing in his hands and it turns out to be a cookie jar. "Oh, that's...that's so nice of you. To be honest nobody ever made cookies for me...at least not in a looooong time, hehe... Thank you very much, Otto." You take the jar and look at the cookies inside. "They look absolutely fantastic." A big smile spreads across your face. "Thank you, I baked them just this morning. It's nice having such a kind new neighbor. The last one was a little..." He frowns. "...unpleasant." Then his face lights up again. Seeing you smile so sweetly at the the cookies HE has made...it just makes him feel all warm inside. "I'm... I'm really sorry to hear that."

There is a moment of awkward silence between you two before Otto speaks up again. "Oh, I completely forgot the time! I need to go to work." He puts his hand onto his head in shock. "I-I'm sorry, I need to leave. Enjoy the cookies and I'll see you around." You look surprised at his sudden reaction. "O-Oh, okay. Have a nice day!" You answer and give him a little wave. With your goodbye he's already hurrying down the stairs. You look after him a little confused but then decide to shrug it off. As you close the door behind you a little smile forms on your lips. He's very kind and adorable.

"Dr. Octavius!" Otto snaps out of his daydream. He looks at his boss Norman Osborn. "You seem quite distracted. Whatever might cause this, it has to wait until later." The tall man gives him a strict glance. "Yes Sir, I'm sorry..." He quickly turns back to his work, typing the data into the computer. His four mechanical arms start working on the generator again. "I want to run the test tomorrow. The subject is already waiting to-" His phone interrupts his lecture. "Get this done until tomorrow!" Then he picks up his phone walking away. Otto sighs and rubs his eyes underneath his glasses. He can't stop thinking about you. His focus is drifting off no matter how hard he tries. "Get it together Otto!" He mumbles to himself.

It has been a few days since you've last seen your neighbor. You started working again. Dealing with rude costumers and trying to get work done while serving some people in between. It's pretty busy lately and one worker after another calls in sick or goes on vacation.

It's one of those days where you leave work and feel like a zombie. You don't want to talk to anyone anymore and your head feels empty. As you look for the keys in your bag you hear a door open up behind you. "Good evening (y/n)!" You turn around slightly and give Dr. Octavius a sleepy smile. "Good evening." His smile falls a little the moment he notices your tired state. "You look exhausted, dear." He frowns. You choose to ignore the nickname and keep this conversation short. "Yeah, it was a rough day. I actually just want to go to bed and get some good sleep." Otto wanted to stop you. He wants you to spend the evening with him. Maybe get to know each other a little better. Well, at least he wants to know everything about you. "O-Oh, that's okay...I-I just... It doesn't matter." He looks a little sad as his eyes dodge yours. You now feel bad for not wanting to talk to him. "Is everything alright?" Otto still doesn't look at you, his eyes fixed on the ground. "I-I actually... I wanted to invite you over for a cup of tea." He looks up into your eyes. "It'll help you relax after your hard day of work." Not that this offer comes surprising to you but...you really didn't think that he would invite you. At least not now. You really want to say no and just go to bed but he looks at you with this cute little blush on his face. With a sigh you smile at him. "Okay, what bad is it going to do." His eyes start to light up and he feels his heart skip a beat.

You look around in the room you're seated in. It's a open eat-in kitchen. It is very simple but overall pretty cosy. There are a few pictures with him shaking the hand of another person on them. He seems to have numerous 'awards' for new scientific inventions. 'Soooo not a DOCTOR doctor but a doctor of science...alright.' You think while looking at a picture with him and what appears to be 4 mechanical arms. It looks kinda cool but at the same time a little creepy. You can't help but to be amazed at how fast technology evolves. "These actuators help me with my work." You jump a little as Otto suddenly speaks up, standing right next to you. "Oh I'm sorry, I...didn't mean to startle you." He gives you an apologetic smile and puts down a cup of tea on the table in front of you. You mumble a small 'Thank you' and look at the cup in front of you. The tea smells wonderful. "This tea always helps me when I have a rough day at work." He sits down on the chair opposite of you on the table and places his cup down.

You carefully nip at the tea and much to your surprise it is not burning hot. In fact it is the perfect drinking temperature. Now you take a big sip and it tastes as amazing as it smells. "Wow this tea is really good. What kind of tea is this?" Dr. Octavius smiles at your praise. "Well it is indeed a recipe I created myself. My experiments are not limited to the laboratory. I like to try new things in my free time too." He blushes a little. 'This is adorable.' You giggle a little at his behavior. "Your wife must be very lucky." He pauses for a moment before looking down at his cup. "I-I don't have anyone... I mean I don't have a wife. I'm...not exactly the social kind of guy." Otto chuckles nervously, still not looking at you. "Oh...don't worry I'm not that big in social activities myself. I'm...mostly at work over the day. And the weekends...are not much of an adventure either." You smile at him so sweetly he could melt down on the spot. "Speaking of work, what do you do for a living?" He changes the topic, leaning forward on the table and resting his elbows on it.

You two talk for what felt like hours. Well Otto asks questions and you answer them. Every time you ask something about him he replies with one or two short sentences before returning to sounding you out. Nevertheless it is a really enjoyable evening. You feel like talking to a friend, relieving all your stress and easing out your worries. The tea really did its job... Otto makes a mental list of the things you told him, things you like, things you hate and the worries you have.

As you look at the time, you are startled.

"Oh no, I completely forgot about the time. I need to get up early tomorrow!" You notice and quickly finish the rest of your tea. Otto checks the time too. "Oh yes, it's getting quite late. I'll accompany you to the door." You two stand up and make your way to the entrance. "It was quite the enjoyable evening. We should do this regularly." Otto suggests while handing you your jacket. "Thank you. We'll...um...why not." You answer while putting on your shoes. "I also enjoyed the evening but can we put this on a weekend, maybe? I don't think I'll survive the week if we do this regularly during the week." Otto smiles and opens the door for you. "Well of course, my dear. I don't want you to over do yourself. We'll do this on a weekend and then we both have more time to spend." You smile and give him a thumbs up. "Cool beans." Otto could just die here and now of how cute you are. "Well then have a good night and I hope you're not to tired in the morning." "You too and don't worry I'll survive it." You chuckle and leave his apartment. "Good bye." You give him a little wave as you enter your apartment. He waves back and waits until you close the door behind you.

Then he shuts his door and sighs. As he closes his eyes a big smile forms on his lips. The image of you smiling at him so sweetly imprinted itself in his mind. He walks over to the table and takes your empty cup. There's still a little wet spot on the rim where your lips were. Your lips look so soft. Otto takes the two cups to the kitchen, putting them into the sink.

It is when he lays in bed his thoughts start to get...less innocent. He hugs his pillow, imagining it is you he is holding. Your soft skin, your smell and your warmth, everything just for him. Otto lets out a soft moan as his thoughts turn sinful.

"Finally!" You sigh as you let yourself fall down onto the couch. It is weekend and you are more than happy to get some rest. This week made the circles underneath your eyes seem even darker. You're so tired and nothing seems to go right...at least not at work. Suddenly you remember something you wanted to do after you get home. You get up again and take your spare key from the key hook. Leaving your apartment you make the few steps over to Dr. Octavius's door. You ring the doorbell and wait. Then you hear soft footsteps coming closer from the inside. The door unlocks and opens. "Ah, (y/n) dear. I'm so glad to see you, do you want to come in?" Otto asks smiling softly. He's wearing a sleeveless white shirt with a pair of dark green pants. "Oh no, I'm sorry. I just wanted to ask you something." You open your hand and show him the key. "Since we are neighbours and you are the only one I know here in this house, would you be willing to take my spare key? I mean, if I'm on vacation and/or there is an emergency. Y-You don't have to if you-" "Of course, I'll take it!" He interrupts you, maybe a little bit to enthusiastic. You pause and blink a few times before smiling at him. "That's very nice of you. In the house I lived in before moving I gave the key to one of my neighbours too." You hand him the key. "Oh that's not a problem at all. You just need to tell me when you're away for a longer period of time and I'll look after your apartment." He puts the key in his pocket. "Thank you very much. Um...have a good day then." You say a little bit awkward and turn to leave.

"Wait!" Otto calls grabbing your hand out of reflex. You turn around looking at him a little surprised. "O-Oh." He lets go of your hand, shocked by his own reaction. "I-I'm so sorry." Otto nervously apologies and lowers his head. You start to chuckle. "Don't worry, I was just a little surprised. What did you want to say?" Dr. Octavius looks up at you again, his heart starts to race. You're not mad about him grabbing your hand? "Oh um...I-I just wanted to ask..." He rubs the back of his neck. "Since it's weekend, would you like to come over for dinner? You look pretty tired and I thought you would like it if you didn't have to make dinner yourself." You again look at him a little surprised. For a moment, you think about it. You don't see the problem with having dinner with Dr. Octavius. No matter how...odd this may seem. It's not like this is something extraordinary, right? Is his behavior strange? Or is it normal and you are just being paranoid... "Are you alright?" Otto's voice interrupts your thoughts. "O-Oh yeah, sorry. I was just...lost in my own thoughts. Yes, I would like to come over for dinner." You answer and smile at him.

A few hours later you stand in front of your neighbors door again. He said that you don't need to dress nicely, just put on something you feel comfortable in. So you did. You ring his doorbell and he opens right away. Like he was waiting for you to finally arrive. "Hello again, please come in!" Otto steps aside and you enter with a small 'thank you'. He leads you to the open kitchen area you already know. It smells really good and the table is already set. "Please sit down, dear." You do as you're told and watch him go into the kitchen. "Should I help you with something?" You ask while observing his doings at the kitchen counter. The scientist turns around and looks at you with a strict glance. "Oh, absolutely not! You are my guest, I don't want you to lift a single finger." He almost sounds offended. "Alright, alright." You say raising your hands in defense. Otto smiles, satisfied with your answer and turns back to preparing the food.

He places the dish on the table. It looks fantastic and the smell...your stomach starts to growl. "This looks absolutely amazing." "Thank you very much." He blushes at your compliment. "W-What would you like to drink?" For a moment you think about what goes best with this dish but then you decide to keep it simple. "Well I really liked your tea last time, could you make it again for me? O-Of course only if it's not to much work for you." Otto's heart aches, seeing you so tired and still you ask if it's okay for him to make a tea for you. He'll do anything to make this evening as pleasant as possible for you. "My dear, of course I'll make a tea for you. Don't worry about anything okay?" You nod and whisper a little 'thank you'. How did you deserve to have such a kind neighbour?

You two eat together, the dish he made tasted as amazing as it looked. Otto asked you about your work and if you've already settled in your new apartment. The answer to your apartment situation was easy, though the part about your work...

"It's not...bad but..." You start but then fight for an answer. Otto puts the tableware into the sink while listening to you. You on the other hand start to feel like crying. The stress on your job and at home really start to get to you. You swallow hard. You can't cry in front of someone you barely know. He has probably enough own problems, he doesn't need to worry about yours too. You feel your eyes water and your vision starts to blurr. You try to blink the tears away. "Is everything alright, dear?" Otto asks now turning away from the sink. You don't respond right away, you're to afraid that he might notice something. Although you didn't know he already did. "Yes, yes I'm alright. I just get worked up over nothing sometimes. I-It's getting late I should probably-" You didn't notice Otto walking up beside you. "No, you're not fine. I'll not let you leave in this condition. Come on, let's sit on the couch and you tell me what's wrong." You're not all about discussing right now so you just do as he says. Now the tears start running down your cheeks while Otto lays an arm around you, guiding you to the couch.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..." He places you down onto the soft couch and hands you a handkerchief. "Now, now there's nothing to be sorry about." Dr. Octavius even gets you a blanket and puts it around your shoulders. He wants to just grab you and pull you into a tight embrace, never wanting to let go. Just lock you away from all the bad things that cause you to feel like this. He sits down next to you and takes your hand in his bigger ones. They feel soft and warm, it's a weird feeling, a person you barely know holding your hand, but you accept it. "Now tell me what's going on, dear." You sniffle not wanting to look him in the face. "It's just...work is really stressing me out lately. I can't sleep properly and...it's just to much for me at the moment. I-I'm sorry, I know this is nothing to be crying about..." Otto squeezes your hand, watching you cry your heart out hurts him. He inches a little closer to you, careful not to scare you away. "I know how you feel...sometimes everything seems to go over ones head. But I'll be here for you. You can cry all you want and talk about everything that's bothering you." You now look up at him and smile while more tears stream down your face. "T-Thank you, that's really nice of you." Otto smiles and one of his hands strokes your back in a soothing manner. "Oh, don't thank me I-"

His heart almost stops as you suddenly throw your arms around him and hug him. You don't know why you decided to hug him but you just needed this right now. At first Otto is taken aback but then quickly puts his arms around you. The moment you notice him returning your hug you relax in his arms. Otto could die a happy man right now. You find comfort in his warm embrace, he smells sweet, something like cinnamon sugar. The moment of comfort doesn't last long (not long enough in Otto's opinion) before you pull away from him. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... But nevertheless thank you for not pushing me away." You whipe the rest of your tears away but your eyes are still puffy and reddened. "Now why would I push you away? You can have as many hugs as you want." The scientist pulls the blanket back up around your shoulders, which you lost while embracing him. You chuckle a little followed by a yawn. "Oh, I think I'll go to bed...I'm pretty tired." Otto stares at you for a moment, deciding rather he can let you go home like this. What if you can't sleep after this? What if you feel not good enough to be on your own? "Stay just a little longer. I'll get you another tea, you must stay hydrated and it'll help you sleep better. Plus watching a little TV might distract you from everything that's on your mind right now." On one hand you really don't want to exhaust your visit. On the other hand Otto has been so patient and sweet with you, why not stay a little longer. "Okay but not for to long." You answer and lean back into the couch. "Wonderful." Dr. Octavius is delighted by your answer. He turns on the TV and hands you the remote control. "Just put on whatever you like." You nod and Otto goes into the kitchen.

As he prepares your tea he fights against his conscience. He's about to do something he's not very proud of. But he does this for you, for your own good. He'll make sure you'll rest well and like this he can 'monitor' you a little longer. As he puts the drug into your tea he mutters, ''I'm sorry (y/n)''. Otto knows this is wrong but he can't help himself, seeing you break down like this...he just has to do something. At least that's what he tells himself.

Meanwhile you look through the different channels. There's nothing that's really interesting you. Not until you put on the news. The news reporter talks about a incident with another 'villain' who fought against Spider-Man. Pictures show a fight scene between Spider-Man and a guy they call 'The Green Goblin'. This guy crashed some charity event, the police doesn't really know his true intentions. "The man stole and used Oscorp technology, which was confirmed by several eye witnesses at the scene. ..." Otto hands you the tea. "Isn't Oscorp the company you work for? Did you see this guy?" You ask pointing at the TV. The scientist follows your gesture looking at the picture of Spider-Man and the Green Goblin. He swallows hard. "Y-yes I... I even had an encounter with him. It was..." Otto stops for a moment. You take a sip from your tea. "...scary." He sighs but then turns to you and smiles. "But let's not talk about work." Dr. Octavius sits down beside you. "Oh man, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." You quickly change the channel. "Don't worry, I'm fine." He gives you a reassuring smile.

After looking through many other channels you end up watching some action movie. At the beginning you two talk a lot about the movie and how bad some of the actors and special effects are. But after a while you get quiter and it gets more and more difficult keeping your eyes open. "Man...this movie sure is...boring." You say trailing off at the end. "It sure seems like it." Otto agrees, watching your head drop to the side before it bounces up again. "I...should really...go...home..." The last word is only a whisper as your head falls back into the backrest and your eyes close. The man beside you waits for a moment, until he hears your steady breathing, telling him that you're now fast asleep.

He sighs, "I'm sorry (y/n) but this is for your own good...and maybe for my own egoistic self." Otto carefully lays you down, resting your head in his lap. He covers your body with the blanket he gave you. Once everything is settled he admires your peaceful sleeping face. "You're so beautiful." He whispers while running his fingers through your hair. Otto imagined your hair feeling soft. Now that he's really touching it, it feels like velvet to his fingers. He continues to stroke your hair while watching the rest of the movie. Otto trys to imagine that you've fallen asleep on his lap on your own.

After a while he slowly grows tired too. He hasn't felt that comfortable and happy in a long time. Otto leans back into the couch and closes his eyes. One of his hands rests on your sleeping form. "Good night, dear. I love you." He whispers before he falls asleep with a smile.

You wake up with a small whine. It is warm and comfortable. Slowly you open your eyes, blinking away the sleep. Looking around you notice that you are not at home. You gasp and quickly sit up. "Oh shit, I fell asleep!" You curse yourself. Suddenly you hear a door open and you turn to see Otto coming from another room. "Ah, good morning dear. How did-" "I'm so sorry, Otto! I-I must've been so tired... Oh man, I should've gone home. I'm so sorry!" You quickly stand up. "It's okay (y/n), I didn't mind at all. I wanted to let you rest, you looked so tired." Otto smiles at you, playing innocent. "NO, this is not okay. I can't just fall asleep at other peoples places. I'm so sorry, this is embarrassing." You walk past Otto, quickly grabbing your stuff and putting on your shoes. He follows you wanting to stop you. "(Y/n) I said it is okay, don't blame yourself. If I wanted to have you out, I would have woken you up. I actually wanted to ask you if you want to eat breakfast together?" He blushes a little bit. "I-I'm sorry, I've already outstayed my visit for to long. Thank you for the nice evening and for the meal, I really enjoyed it." You give him an apologizing smile. "But I need to go now, I'm sorry...G-Goodbye." The moment you've finished your sentence, you've already vanished through the door of his apartment and closed it.

Otto stays behind, not knowing what to do. He wanted you to stay so badly...and now he made you feel bad. He didn't want this. It's all his fault. He just wanted to make you feel better or make himself feel better? No! He does this for you and not for himself. Otto slowly backs up from the door and goes into the kitchen area. He sits down on the table, thinking about where it went wrong. It's obviously not about the way he treated you. Maybe you're just a little confused? It isn't far-fetched that your mind is clouded by the stress you're enduring. "My poor dear..." He whispers looking down at his hands. "I need to protect them..." An idea pops up in his mind but then he shakes his head. He can't do this to you...

You didn't talk to your neighbour for over a week. Because of the fact that you fell asleep on his couch AND because you made such a big deal out of it right in front of him...

You stand in front of his door not sure about what to say or to do. You're embarrassed and you'd rather not knock, but you feel like you own him an apology. Before you can overthink for any longer the door opens in front of you. You freeze and stare at Dr. Octavius who looks surprised at you standing in front of his door. "Oh (y/n)! What a pleasant surprise. I didn't see you in a while." He smiles and it doesn't look upset nor bitter. "H-Hello, I-I actually just wanted to..." You sigh and look at the ground. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for acting so stupid and childish... And that I ignored you for over a week." "Don't blame yourself, dear. You're young and you still need to learn that sometimes things happen that one can't control. Like our feelings..." You look at him and for a moment he's lost in your eyes. Then he slightly shakes his head. "But I start rambling again. I need to go to work, how about you come over later?" Something about how he's acting seems a little odd. Or is it just you? Still you're relieved that he's not mad at you. "I-I'd really like to come over but I'll be working until night today... Maybe another time."

Otto is shocked that you're working THIS late today. "Don't you normally work until afternoon?" He asks not showing that he's angry about you working so late. "Well yeah, but there're so many workers absent lately, we're understaffed. I can't choose my work time at the moment..." You sigh and rub your arm. "I see..." Otto can't watch you suffer any longer, something needs to be done quickly.

At work Otto's thoughts are with you again. Not that any other day would be different. It is until Mr. Osborn enters the room and starts lecturing him. He is used to his boss bullying him but today really pushes him to his limit. He just wants to see Norman Osborn suffer. This ungrateful bastar-

"Otto are you listening?" He snaps out of his thoughts. "Y-yes, of course." That's how it always is... He wants to speak up but then...he just can't. At least he is looking forward for tonight. He's going to wait for you to return back home and then he's going to surprise you.

After Norman was finished insulting him Otto was left alone in the room. He sighs and goes back to his work on the generator. While he's working someone reinserts the safety key into the control panel. Otto watches in horror as the generator starts building up electricity. He trys everything to get out of the room. Otto shouts and pounds against the door trapping him. There's no way out... He sinks down to the ground onto his knees. "(Y/n)... I love you..." Dr. Octavius whispers before a sharp pain goes through his body and he loses consciousness.

Upon waking up the only thing he feels is pain. His harness melted into his spine. The voices in his head...no they're not voices...they're his own thoughts. The voice of Norman Osborn ecos in his head. That's when the pain turns into hate. He starts to attack Spider-Man and Norman Osborn, who actually just wanted to help him. He's going to show everyone what he's capable of. Weak? No. Dr. Octopus isn't weak. He's the genius that is going to take over the whole world...

During the fight with Spider-Man the accumulator for his arms signals him that his power is running low. He remembers there is a spare battery for his harness at his apartment. Otto grabs the nearest heavy object with one of his mechanical arms and throws it at Spider-Man. This gives him enough time to flee from the scene.

The wall to his apartment bursts open and he enters the building. "I can not believe I used to live in this anemic hovle." He says to himself as he looks around for the spare battery. After a moment he spots the accumulator and grabs it. "Hm, I need a more permanent solution." Then he suddenly stops in his motion. Right there on the table underneath the spare battery lays a key. He carefully picks it up. "(Y/n)..." There it is again, this warm feeling in his body upon thinking about you, just...much more stronger. "I still have plenty of time until I run out of energy. There is something I need to take care of first." An evil smile forms on his lips and his actuators start to chirp in excitement.

You almost fell asleep on your way home and now as you enter your apartment you let out a loud sigh. Your body aches, especially your back. "Ouch, my back is killing me..." You hiss and put your bag onto the floor. As you enter your living room you turn on the light. You yawn and rub your eyes. "Oh man...what a day..." "What a day indeed.~" The sudden voice behind you makes you jump and quickly turn around. You freeze and your heart starts hammering against your chest. "W-Wha... O-Otto?" He's wearing these weird mechanical tentacles, strange looking glasses and a outlandish outfit. This is not the Otto you know, he looks...evil. You take a few steps back. "Do not be afraid, dear. I have no intentions of harming you." "W-What are y-you doing in my apartment? W-What happened to you?!" He smirks. "The only thing that happened to me is that I have improved...expanded my mind. As for the reason I am here..." Otto takes a few steps towards you. "St-Stop don't come any closer!" You reach into the pocket of your coat and grab a hold of your pepper spray. When you're walking home alone at night you always carry it with you. Otto frowns. "You might want to think about what you do next. I know you always carry a pepper spray with you... Just let me explain." You take another step back. "Please just leave Dr. Octavius, you're really scarring me." Tears start to rise in your eyes. "(Y/n) dear, you really do not need to to be scared. I am not here to harm you. In fact I am here because I-I am actually...in love with you." Your eyes widen and you swallow hard." Y-You w-what..." Otto smiles softly at your reaction.

"Oh sweetheart, you are so cute. That is the reason I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you. You were so kind to me and understanding. I saw how exhausted you were and still you could not bring yourself to say no to my invitations. I wanted to make you happy... I have to admit I could have done more for you. " He crosses his arms and looks to the side, seemingly thinking about something. You are still starring at him, speechless about what he's just said. 'Was this the reason for his strange behavior?' Then his head turns back to you and a smirk forms on his lips. "That is why I am here, I can not stand seeing you work until night and almost fall asleep while standing. You are exhausted and your muscles are hurting. I can change that and I will change that." You can feel your heart beating even faster and a cold shiver going down your spine. "I-I... I can't... T-This isn't right. You need to let me go!" Otto tsks at you shaking his head. "I am afraid I can not let that happen, dear. I do not expect you to understand my reasons...at least not at the moment. You just need to know that I am perfectly capable of taking care of you and that I will cherish you like the beautiful gem you are." He slowly closes in on you.

You don't think for to long before spraying the pepper spray in his direction. He growls and his mechanical arms come into the way and block his face from the spray. You use this opportunity to make a run for the door, dodging the actuators on your way. "Do not make this difficult (y/n)!" Otto growls turning around. "HELP! SOMEBODY! CALL THE POLICE! I- AH!" Before you can reach the door something wraps around your waist, pulling you back. "PLEASE, ANYBODY! I'M GETTING- hmpf!" Otto pulls you into his arms and covers your mouth with his hand. You trash around in his arms as he tries to calm you down. "Shhhh, (y/n) it will okay. We do not need any unwanted attention." His actuators come into your view, they seem to stare at you. Your pleas stay unheard as tears now stream down your cheeks. The mechanical tentacles grab a hold of your arms. Otto gets a cloth from the pocket of his coat. "You will stay here for a little while, dear. I need to get some things settled." He presses the cloth over your nose and mouth. You try to hold your breath, you know if you fall asleep your life is over. "You can not hold your breath forever, sweetheart." He's right and you know it. After a few seconds you can't take it any longer. "There you go." Otto whispers as you slowly begin to lose consciousness. Your strength fades away and your eyelids get heavy.

Otto sighs as you finally stop moving and lay in his arms fast asleep. He holds you tight and nuzzles his face into your hair, smelling your sweet sent. Somewhere deep in his heart he knows that this is wrong. But someone needs to watch over you sweet little delicate creature.

Upon waking up you notice that you're laying in a bed. 'Was it just a bad dream?' You open your eyes and blink a few times. The room you are in looks unfamiliar it's very small and it is sparingly furnished. But the worse thing is that it has no window and only one door. The only light source comes from a writing table with a desk lamp in one corner of the room. It looks like someone left it just a moment ago. 'I need to get out of here!' You think while throwing the blanket back, getting quickly out of the bed. It is until you stand on your feet that you notice how weakened you still are. You sink down to the ground as your legs give in. "Damn it!" In this moment the door suddenly opens and Otto enters the room, humming a little tune until he sees you on the ground. He's wearing his sleeveless white shirt and his normal glasses again but those nasty tentacle-like arms are still attached to his back. "Oh, (y/n) dear! Did you hurt yourself? You should not have stood up in this condition." One of his actuators gently picks you up and brings you closer to him. You glare at him trying to wiggle out of the grip of the mechanical arm. "Let me go! What is this place? Where have you taken me? I want to go home!" You ask him feeling a little bit dizzy. Otto takes your face in his hands and strokes your cheeks with his thumbs. "Shhhh, it is okay. This place is just temporary, until I find something else for us to settle down. I know this may be to much for you to take in at the moment, but please try to be good. I do not want you to get in any trouble..." You stare at him in disbelief. How are you supposed to react to his 'request'? Does he really think that you are just going to stay here with him? That you won't fight back?

You shake your head which causes Otto to let go of your face. "N-No! I'll not stay here with you! I have friends and family who are probably already looking for me. W-Why do you do this? Why me?" The scientist sights and places you back onto the bed. "I do not expect you to understand my methods, but what I need you to understand is that I love and care for you. In order to protect you I needed to do this. You were in pain and so exhausted... I know that this seems selfish but I will do anything to make you happy. I will not force myself onto you...but maybe after a little while you will understand..." While talking Otto fiddles with his hands.

For just a moment he looks like your kind neighbour again...

#the spectacular spider man #tssm otto octavius #otto octavius #yandere #art #drawing #artist #dr. otto octavius #dr. octopus #one shot #x Reader #spider man

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zanystudentherofish · 7 months

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#doctor who #doctor who unboxing #peter davison #unboxing #Youtube

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sparklingsin · 2 years

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— love, max | steve harrington & max mayfield

summary: steve is the first to visit max in the hospital because he was her and the other kids' self-proclaimed protector. he should have been there to protect the only family he's ever known. (aka a fix-it fic inspired by this thread by @creelhousesteve)

tags: steve & max, fix it fic, canon adjacent, some unhealthy feelings, guilt, possibly anti-billy, average writing

a/n: i have too many feelings about steve & max, can you tell? we were robbed by the duffers. robbed.

“No fucking way,” Dustin whistles, as he, Lucas, Will and Mike peel back the wrapping paper of the box seated atop the tiny table, to reveal the newest Nintendo Entertainment System Console.

“No. Way,” they murmur in awed unison, just as Mike whistles.

“I didn’t know what to get you nerds, so I got this for you to share,” Steve explains, as the boys fawn over the gift, oohing and aahing and chatting animatedly as they start to unbox the video game.

“Now, I don’t want any fights. I don’t care how you share it but if I see any of you shitheads falling into trouble over a video game, I’m taking it back,” he adds sternly.

Dustin rolls his eyes, not bothering to spare Steve a glance, too engrossed in scanning the instruction manual he is holding.

“Don’t be such a Dad, Steve,” he quips and Steve scowls at him.

“Yeah, Steve! Don’t be such a dad,” Max echoes as she tries to snatch the manual from Dustin who turns away from her reach. El giggles from beside her.

“Watch it, Mayfield,” Steve chides, but there's barely any anger in his voice. Max feigns annoyance, her frown quickly disappearing as Steve removes her gift from his bag. It is a flat, elongated box that she tears the gift paper off of at lightning speed. The box falls open to reveal a skateboard— a proper one, wooden board with metal wheels and cool graffiti.

“I know you broke yours and I haven’t seen you skate in like ages but, hmph—” his monologue gets cut off by Max tackling him in a bear hug. He isn’t as much repulsed as he is surprised; Max Mayfield has never been the affectionate one in the brood.

“Thanks, Steve,” she mumbles into his side and just as quickly lets go with a clearing of her throat. Steve watches, bemused, as she turns the board over in her hands, gives the wheels a spin and turns back to look at him, lips pulled apart in a dazzling smile.

Her eyes are shining.

Steve has always hated hospitals. The overpowering scent of antiseptic, wet mops and sickness fills his nostrils.

He hates it.

He hates how blindingly white the room he is standing in is; how devoid of all color it is, except for the stark burst of flaming red at the very center of the room.

He hates the sight before him.

Max Mayfield lies on the hospital bed, as if sleeping— a sight that would have normally comforted him. Only, she isn't asleep.

Her hands and legs are swaddled in thick rolls of plaster and her neck is encased in a tight brace. Dark bags have formed under her eyes, which look harsher in the white fluorescent lights of the room. Two pipes trail into her nose— the only sign that she's getting any oxygen because he can hardly make out the rise and fall of her chest. What stands out most is the scarring. Lines that resemble dark tears emerge from her eyes, flowing right down to her cheekbones. A noticeable marring of her porcelain skin, a reminder of the horrors she has endured.

She looks small, incredibly small, drowning in the blue hospital gown and cocoons of plaster. The sight guts Steve every time his brain registers it.

The doctors say that even if Max wakes up, she may never be able to see again.

He has to clench his jaw and look to the pristine white floor to keep from tearing up.

Lucas had described to him, as they had driven to the hospital, what had happened. How she had been when Vecna had got her, how her heart had stopped. When Steve himself heard the fourth chime in the Upside-Down, the ground had slipped from underneath his feet.

He couldn’t bring himself to imagine what Lucas must’ve felt, bearing witness to such a horrific event.

He casts a glance at the boy standing beside him. His left eye is swollen, a cut across his lip that bleeds occasionally. He can see that he's shaking slightly, eyes fixated on Max. Involuntarily, he reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Lucas," he says, and the boy turns his face towards Steve.

"She's going to wake up. She will," he assures, and hopes to hell that his words don’t sound as empty as he feels.

"You don't know that," Lucas croaks, eyes swimming with tears.

"Hey, hey," he murmurs, pulling Lucas a little closer.

"You have to believe she's going to be okay. For her. For you. For all of us. If anyone’s a fighter, it’s Max. You know that."

Lucas lets out a muffled sob.

Steve's gut wrenches.

He wants to believe that anytime now, Max is going to wake up and call him something stupid. He can almost picture the smile that compliments her cherry red hair as she sneers, "You look like you haven't slept in days, Steve. Whatever will the girls say?"

"Hey, can I sit?" Steve asks hesitantly.

Max is sitting at the desk, doodling something onto a sheet of paper, the faint beats of Kate Bush's “Running Up The Hill” emanating from her walkman.

She scrunches her forehead, pausing the song on the player and he asks the question again. She nods a yes.

"Er, how are you?"

Max gives Steve one of her trademark depan looks. Well, he deserved that.

"As fine as someone who's probably dying can be." She delivers the sentence with the devastation of a sucker punch but Steve hears the accompanying tremor in her voice. His chest caves.

"You're not dying," he avows, with just as much finality as she has in her set jaw.

A beat of silence passes.

"Did you read my letter?"

"I'm not reading your letter, Mayfield," he says firmly. Max doesn't look at him. "Because you’re going to be okay."

It is the truth. He isn’t reading the letter. There is no need for it. Max is going to be just okay.

A frown upturns her mouth but she doesn’t contend further, only looks away.

“I’m scared, Steve,” she murmurs moments later, voice cracking. Suddenly, she looks tiny, like the twelve year old Max Mayfield he had met for the very first time. Then, there had been a bright spark in her eyes. Now, it seems to have dimmed by flecks of fear that seem out of place.

The only time Steve had seen her look this terrified was at Billy Hargrove’s house, a lifetime ago. A pang resonates in his chest as Max wrings her hands together.

He leans in closer, noticing the slight quiver of Max’s mouth, like she’s about to cry.

“Hey, hey,” he begins, softly. Max looks at him, lips pursed. She looks defiant but slightly on the edge, scattered. A stark juxtaposition that makes him reach out for her hand. She lets him take it.

“You’re going to be okay, Max. Nothing— nothing is going to happen to you," he says, giving her hand a squeeze. They’re alarmingly cold, and Steve fights the urge to pull her into a hug.

"I’ll make sure of it.”

Steve feels like a fraud.

Standing here, watching the kid he had promised to keep safe, fight for her life, feels like a failure he can’t ever come back from.

He had sworn, all those years ago, to protect these kids; taken it upon himself to look after them not only because they were his friends but because they were so awfully young and alone, facing dangers that were stuff of nightmares and should’ve remained as such. He had promised to himself, that night in the Upside-Down when they were distracting the army of demodogs, that he would never leave these kids to fend for themselves like his own parents had.

Promised to himself that he would always show up, always listen and always defend.

And he had failed.

"I'm going to— I have something to do. I’ll... I’ll be back," Lucas mumbles, slicing the thick air with his words and rushes out of the room before Steve can stop him.

He decides not to follow.

A suffocating silence befalls the room, save for the steady beep of the machine beside Max. Steve slowly edges closer to the bed. Up close, the bags under her eyes look darker and she seems fragile— brittle, almost.

Steve's hands are trembling as he grasps at the foot of the bed. From his back pocket, he extracts a piece of paper. It's creased from the folds, bits tearing off the corner because he has fiddled with it one too many times.

He didn’t want to open it. Had resolved against it, even when his worst fears had been confirmed about Max that fateful night. But standing before her, he thinks he owes her this much at least.

Unfurling the paper, Steve starts to read the scratchy writing on it and maybe it’s his own head but the room becomes a little darker around him.

“Dear Steve,” he begins, trying to clear his throat but his voice comes out hoarse. He doesn't know why he is reading it out loud, doesn't care. “I know I annoyed the hell out of you, but I had good reason— you can be insufferable.”

For a brief moment, he imagines Max giggling at the words as he knows she would, the image making his heart warm.

“As are we to be honest. Guess that excuses your exasperation with us somewhat,” he continues and the tiniest hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Anyway, jokes aside,” he reads, “I wanted to thank you. I never really thanked you for saving me from Billy that night.”

Steve contemplates not reading further, his heart already beginning to sink, mind being yanked to memories he hadn't thought about in a while. He takes a deep breath and then continues.

"I was so terrified. I really think... he would've killed me that night if you hadn't stepped in. I think, that's when I realised how fucked up our situation is and how lucky we are to have you watching our backs."

The words choke in his throat. He really can't bring himself to look at Max.

"You're a good person, Steve. Thank you for always looking out for us. We don’t say it cause we’re idiots but we all know we wouldn’t have made it this far if it weren’t for you,” his breath shakes, “And, at the risk of sounding lame...”

His throat burns and vision blurs as his eyes catch up to the rest of the words. He blinks back the tears, sniffing and clearing his throat, albeit in vain.

“… thank you for being the brother I always wished I had. Love, Max.”

Steve prays for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Max's words echo inside his mind like a resounding knell.

“I'm sorry," he whispers, the apology bubbling up his throat. He wants to say so much but words die on his tongue. His hands are shaking now and he can feel the surge of something heavy in his chest.

"I'm sorry," he repeats. "I should've been there to protect you."

It's stupid. Max can't hear him.

Or maybe she can, he doesn't know anymore. Maybe there's power in prayer and some truth in all that bull his mother used to tell him when he was a child.

"I'm sorry," he whispers again, incapable of any other words. There's a pressure on his chest, crippling and heavy and he's afraid to exhale too fast.

Just then, there is a clamor of voices and the door opens, causing him to hurriedly shove the paper deep inside his back pocket. In come the kids, pouring in through the door, faces looking grief-stricken and ashy.

Lucas has a book in his hands, followed by Dustin— the usual cheery smile on his face replaced by something alien— and Erica. Lucas moves to the wall beside Max's bed and sticks something on it— a paper with childlike drawing— and moves to reach for her hand.

He gives it a squeeze, Steve's heart feeling heavier as he watches the three of them mill about in the room— not knowing what to do with their hands, their bodies, their beings.

He knows that none of them will ever be the same after this. Robbed of their innocence, their joy at an age when his biggest problem had been some girl in his class.

And as Dustin comes to stand beside him, a vacant look in his eyes that makes him almost unrecognisable, Steve knows that he can never fail again.

Because, even if he apologized for the rest of his life and a seven million after, he doesn't think he'd come close to deserving forgiveness.

Thank you for being the brother I always wished I had.

He would do anything to protect them.

Even if it costs him his own life.

Especially then.

#steve harrington #steve harrington and max mayfield #max mayfield #steve & max #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #adding for visibility only bc ik y'all are not searching for fix it fics #mywriting

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tsuntsunfangirl · 6 months

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Sharing some of the cards included in the Timey Wimey MTG Doctor Who Commander set I unboxed for my officemate

#Doctor Who #Mtg #Magic the Gathering #mtg commander

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fearsomeandwretchedandwrong · 3 months

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Unboxing my big box of Doctor Who books I got off eBay.

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A Not So Chance Encounter

{Warnings:- 18+for the following - Brief Mentions of Pregnancy, Mental and Emotional Neglect, Oral, Use of Pet Names, Fingering, Teasing, Manipulation, Minor Stalking, Kidnapping and Possible Stockholm Syndrome, Minor Partner Smut at the end.}

Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason.

Pairing:- Bucky Barnes x reader

Author’s Note 1:- As only the second fic I ever wrote and posted, I have since learned so much about writing and have finally found the time to edit this and hopefully make it more inclusive.

Author’s Note 2:- The end result of this fic is a knight in shining armor Bucky. Hope everyone who reads this enjoys.

Author’s Note 3:- Thanks goes to @firefly-graphics for creating and giving me permission to use the included Bucky divider.

Run-Through:- Lurking in the shadows, a silent observer as life went on around you, you took your pleasure in quiet moments before slinking back to the safety of the reclusive world you were familiar with. Delighting in activities that allowed you to heal from your once turbulent life, little did you know that waiting for your meal in the farthest corner of a familiar restaurant would change your new life in ways you never expected.

Total Word Count:- 10,651

Stretching that Monday morning with the summer sun streaming through your bedroom window, you rose quickly and after a refreshing shower, began to prepare for the day ahead. Having gone through hell the past few months, well years really, today had been the one thing that kept you hanging on … your little oasis in the desert. Having spent most of your young life dealing with family issues and your own mental fragility, this day’s outing at the start of life in your new home was a balm to the turmoil wreaking havoc on your once miserable life.

Having spent a lifetime being mocked, ridiculed and treated like garbage by those who were supposed to love you unconditionally, you often wondered how you had managed to remain the functioning adult you saw every time you looked in the mirror. As it was, the whole of you seemed to be much stronger than the pieces they had tried to destroy with their bitterness and neglect and having finally managed to get away from your toxic family and the pain they had caused you, your one desire now was to rebuild your life and become the fun-loving, carefree individual you knew was hidden deep down beneath the years of silent suffering.

Hoping one day to be strong enough and happy enough to allow someone special to hold your heart and trust them with your hopes and dreams for the future, right now your plan was basically simple. Deciding on a month’s break where the only requirement was that you do whatever made you happy, your weekend had consisted of nothing more taxing than unboxing the bare essentials to get your home and body working in harmony. After that, you figured a little fun was in order before you faced the monumental task of unboxing your life and setting up a routine that kept you relaxed, happy and healthy.

Putting on some music while getting dressed, you checked your emails before heading downstairs to collect the morning post. Sorting through each piece and disposing of the rubbish accordingly, you then went about preparing your usual breakfast. Sitting down and enjoying the peace afforded by finally having a place to call your own, you took out your phone and booked your ticket for the movie you were dying to see as you ate your cereal. Once done, you rang your doctor to confirm your appointment before washing up your bowl and heading out.

Living so close to all the amenities necessary to live a comfortable life, the greatest treasure you always felt was the one that greeted you this day as you stepped outside. With a beautiful sun shining down on you, accompanied by a light breeze, you were able to set off walking at a leisurely pace to your first engagement of the day.

Your appointment with the doctor, though simply routine, was one you had been putting off until you were no longer allowed to. Not having a particular love of the medical profession, yet also not hating them, you simply had other things you’d rather be doing with your time while also not looking for problems that didn’t exist. After a brisk fifteen minute walk, you arrived at your destination, went through the now usual yearly routine and once getting a clean bill of health said your goodbyes and took your leave.

Walking out the door while looking at your watch, you realized that even with the distance between here and the movie theater you still had an hour and a half to kill which meant you had plenty of time for some quiet reflection at your favorite spot. Walking through its arched entrance ten minutes later, you found the place relatively empty while marveling as always at the beautiful wooden benches and medieval light fixtures scattered throughout this peaceful space.

Stopping by the plant area just to the left of the main entrance to purchase a plant for those who had no one to remember them, you then headed off towards the mini waterfall at the very back and kneeling down to add your flower to the many glorious blossoms already growing there, offered up a thanks to anyone listening for finally affording you the peace you had long been missing in young life. Staying in quiet reflection until it was once again time to move on, you exited this area through the back wall arch before heading through the local park which would bring you out directly in front of your main destination.

Though not your usual action flick, you felt like something light and the movie in question definitely qualified. Based around four senior women who held a book club every week for thirty years, hi-jinx and comedy is what was being offered and that is exactly what the stellar cast and refreshing script provided. Enjoying yourself more than you had in a long time, you left the theater almost two hours later feeling in high spirits and ready for a bite to eat.

Walking the short distance to a nearby hotel whose restaurant served some of your favorite meals at a reasonable price, you found your usual spot in a discreet corner and waited patiently for a staff member to arrive to take your order. Taking out your phone to do some reading to pass the time, you didn’t register how much time was slipping by without anyone coming to deal with you or that someone important had just entered the restaurant.

So engrossed were you in your own world that you failed to notice the commotion that was being stirred up all around you by the new arrival. This all changed quickly however, when a shadow fell across your table and you looked up to see a waiter standing before you empty handed. Saving your place in the book before setting your phone aside, nothing in the world could prepare you for the complete lack of professionalism that followed when the man before you opened his mouth.

“I’m sorry Ma'am, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave. We have a very important guest staying in the hotel who has just stopped by for a quiet meal and requires a table.” he said, before looking over in the direction of the newcomer who had just stopped talking to some child at a nearby table. Unable to tell much about who this V.I.P. was, you quickly looked back towards the waiter when he resumed speaking again.

“Though management is aware that you are a regular here, you are alone and since we are fully booked we are prepared to offer you a full complimentary meal here whenever it suits you, if you would just kindly and discreetly vacate this table today.” Then as if to drive home his request, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a gift token which he extended towards you. This gesture proved useless however when the stranger in question finally arrived, caught hold of the waiter’s arm and lowered it to his side before turning his icy gaze on you.

“Miss,” he said, looking you over while reaching out his hand to you. “My name is Bucky Barnes. If you’re not waiting for someone, would it be too bold of me to ask if I might join you?” he inquired as all eyes in the restaurant fell on your location. Knowing who you were dealing with, and thus all too aware of his reputation, you looked between the two men standing before you, before shyly nodding your acceptance.

Letting go of your hand and taking the seat opposite you, Bucky turned his disapproving glare on the waiter and took the gift token from him before speaking in a low tone that still showed it’s authority. “Perhaps since this young lady has yet to be served, you might be so kind as to order us two lamb dinners with your finest bottle of red wine.” Glancing over at you while the waiter wrote down the order, Bucky smiled slightly at your innocent and perplexed expression before continuing. "Then for dessert, you can bring us the cheesecake and put it on my bill.“

As the waiter walked away you finally found your voice, even if there was a slight tremor to it. "Thank you Mister Barnes, but you don’t have to pay for my meal.” This whole situation seemed unreal to you and despite trying to be upbeat, a lifetime of mental mistreatment, had left you with a serious case of trust issues.

“Nonsense,” he said, smiling across the table at you before continuing, “it’s the least I can do since this lot seem to be lacking basic manners, and please call me Bucky.”

“Well again, thank you Bucky.” you replied while trying to ignore the smile that graced his features at his name rolling off your lips, as well as the obvious stares from the people all around you. This time round it didn’t take long for your food and wine to arrive and though you tried to decline the drink, Bucky wasn’t having any of it. Slowly enjoying both the wonderful food and good company, you failed to notice the time slipping by or the fact that slowly but surely the restaurant had started to empty out.

You were enjoying yourself so much in fact, that by the time the waiter delivered the dessert, you had divulged your whole life story to Bucky while learning that he was relaxing here for two weeks after a mission before returning back to the Avengers Compound. You also had to admit, if only to yourself, that not being a frequent drinker, the wine, now almost two bottles, had kind of gone to your head. But perhaps, looking back, that was part of Bucky’s plan. Having finished up your food, you prepared to stand up so as to finally take your leave, only for Bucky to take your hand and apply some light pressure before speaking. "Any chance you’d consider hanging out and keeping me company? I don’t know anyone here and it seemed like we were having a nice time.“

Looking over at him as he laced his fingers with yours, you couldn’t understand the warm feeling traveling throughout your body and as your eyes locked with his you were shocked to find yourself giving in to his request. "Okay, I guess I can spare an extra hour or two. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, if you really are willing, maybe we could head out and walk off the meal.” he suggested while smiling over at you. Agreeing easily as he helped you with your coat, you headed towards the doors unaware of the possessive look that crossed Bucky’s face as he finished up his drink before catching up to you.

Slipping into place beside you and matching his stride to yours, you only made it from the hotel to the town plaza before Bucky had slipped your hand into his. Looking between your laced fingers and his gorgeous face, the noticeably raised eyebrow indicated that while he was expecting you to challenge him, he had no intention of letting go. This perception was further rammed home, when ten minutes later, as you entered the park, Bucky increased his hold as you tried to pull your hand away.

Stopping by a drink vendor just inside the park’s main gate, you became a bit more irritated when Bucky chose and paid for both your drinks before handing one to you. Then taking your hand again, he walked you further into the park until you reached the fountain in the center. Sitting you down on the bench opposite, you sipped your drink in silence until Bucky finally spoke. "You’ve become awfully quiet Y/N, is everything alright?“

Looking over at him while suspecting his intentions, you chose your words carefully before answering. "Sorry, I’m just not used to having someone paying for my food and drinks. Or … ”

“Holding your hand?” he interrupted questioningly. "You’ve never been with a guy, have you?“ he quickly added before you had a chance to answer. Looking straight ahead towards the fountain and focusing on the sound emanating from it, you tried to let the tranquility calm your nerves as Bucky continued. "It’s okay, you don’t have to answer. You also have nothing to be nervous about. I simply wanted to treat you.”

“But why and what about the hand holding?” you asked, tearing your gaze away from the fountain to finally look at him.

��Does it make you uncomfortable?” he inquired, taking a sip from his own drink.

“I guess not. It’s just weird considering we only met about three hours ago.” you stated while hoping not to offend him, though you really couldn’t say why.

“I totally understand.” he said, reaching out to remove a small bug from your shoulder. "But I guess if I’m being honest, it’s the result of when I was brought up and all I’ve seen of this world. It seems with all the things this new time has given us, basic human decency is the price we’ve paid.“ Totally agreeing and foolishly relaxing at his words, in time you would look back on this fateful day and curse yourself for not listening to the voice in your head that screamed at you in this moment to run. As it was, you simply tried to relax and returned to your drink.

Enjoying some further walking, while answering any questions Bucky had about the area, you suddenly realized how late it had become when upon exiting the park, you were greeted with night time revelers and the glow of the street lights. Not sure how to extricate yourself from a famous Avenger and former Hydra assassin, this decision was taken out of your hands, when the Winter Soldier’s voice brought you back to the present time. "Would you allow me to walk you home or perhaps you could stay with me. Only for safety reasons, of course.” he quickly added, having seen the deer-in-headlights look that clouded your features.

No longer thrilled with spending time with James Buchanan Barnes, but damn sure you didn’t want him knowing where you lived, you grudgingly agreed to spending the night, while making plans to leave the next morning. Surprisingly chipper at your acquiescence, Bucky again took hold of your hand as both of you headed back towards his hotel. Once safely there in the confines of his rather spacious suite, Bucky seated you at the table while presenting the sandwiches and drinks that he had ordered upon entering the lobby.

Realizing how hungry you were, you graciously tucked into them while you tried not to think about the sleeping arrangements. Once the food was eaten and cleared away however, this task proved impossible when Bucky took your hand and led you towards the bedroom. Staring at the large opulent bed before you, all the ways things could go horribly wrong flashed before your eyes. So preoccupied was Bucky with closing, and though you failed to notice, locking the doors that you were the first to bring up the giant elephant in the room.

“Okay so I’m just gonna use the facilities and then settle down on the couch for the night. Hope you sleep well.” you added, heading for the bathroom. You were stopped in your tracks however when Bucky turned to face you and uttered the one word that sent a shiver down your spine.

“No.”

“I beg your pardon?” you asked, looking over at him as he walked towards the side of the bed.

“You’re sleeping in the bed. My Ma didn’t raise me to allow a lady to sleep on a couch. No matter how comfortable it looks.”

Smiling slightly at the reference to his mother and the obvious affection it seemed he still held for her, your mind quickly brought you back to the present problem. "That’s sweet, really. But let’s be honest, I’ll fit better on the couch than you and Avengers deserve to sleep in proper beds.“

Raising an eyebrow at your inference that his job made him somehow better than you, Bucky easily turned your argument on its head while throwing another curve ball your way. "Actually, unless at HQ, Avengers are used to bunking down wherever the opportunity presents itself. Besides there is the other option where we each take a side like two reasonable adults. What do you say?”

Looking at the huge bed once more and realizing that he probably wasn’t going to give up this particular idea, you still tried to think of a way out. "I guess we could. If you don’t mind me sleeping with my clothes on?“ you asked.

"Nonsense. Use your bra and panties. I promise to behave myself.” he smirked, hoping to put you at ease.

It had the opposite effect however and you couldn’t hide the embarrassment that crept through you at your next statement. “That’s a problem since I’m not wearing any.”

“Not wearing any what?” he inquired, though you suspected he knew exactly what you were referring to and simply wanted you to hear the words pass you lips.

“Bra and panties.” you replied tersely, looking everywhere but at him as you felt the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Oh not to worry doll, how about I supply you with a t-shirt and boxers to sleep in?” Shocked by both his suggestion and the use of a pet name, you thought through your options and deciding it was the most favorable choice, grudgingly agreed.

“Great.” he said, heading for his suitcase and returning to you with a royal blue top and black boxers. "Here you go,“ he added, handing you the garments before continuing, "now do you like to sleep on the left or the right?”

“I always sleep alone,” you foolishly admitted, “so it doesn’t really matter too much.”

Smiling broadly as both your hands held his clothes, he quickly and easily settled the situation. "Fine then, I’ll take the right side by the window, since I’m pretty much set up there anyway. That leaves you on the left side by the bathroom.“

"Cool.” you said, fully taking the clothes now and heading for said bathroom. "Do you mind if I go first?“ you asked, indicating what you were up to.

"Oh of course not. Ladies first.” he insisted, as you walked away and closed the door. Locking it quickly and quietly, you did what you needed to do while wondering how you had gotten yourself into whatever this situation was as well as contemplating how you were going to get out of it. Little did you know how hard this was going to be however with a world class assassin in the next room thrilled that something he always wanted was finally within his grasp.

Exiting the bathroom finally, you were stopped in your tracks by the sight of an almost naked James Buchanan Barnes standing before you in nothing but the same black boxers as you now wore. Gazing at the sculpted back in front of you, you were still standing staring at him when he turned around and acknowledged your presence. "Oh hey doll, you done in there?“ he asked while ignoring the fact that you had been very clearly checking him out.

"Wh-what?” you stammered, flustered that you had been caught all but ogling him.

Coming to stand in front of you, Bucky reached out and lifting your chin to look into your eyes, repeated his earlier question. "I asked if you were finished in the bathroom.“

"Sorry, of course. It’s all yours.” you stated as he released you and headed off to use the facilities. Trying to clear your head, you quickly headed towards the bed and burying yourself under the comforter, hoped to be asleep before Bucky came back.

Returning from the bathroom to find you snuggled in bed with your eyes closed, Bucky smiled to himself as he headed towards his side of the bed. Pulling back the covers and gazing down at your body wrapped in his clothes, he couldn’t hide the tightening in his boxers or the urge to turn you on your back and pound into you until you screamed his name for everyone in the hotel to hear. He fought the urge however, knowing that the first time he had you, it would be with your consent.

Laying down next to you, back to back, he smirked when your heartbeat betrayed you and told him sleep was so far evading you. Making sure to keep as respectful a distance between you that the bed would allow, Bucky settled himself in and waited patiently until your soft breathing and slower heartbeat indicated sleep had finally come calling. Then exiting the bed, he made a start on his plan to claim you.

Waking the next morning from one of the most restful sleeps you could ever remember having, all sense of peace went out the window once your body acknowledged the new position it found itself in. Resting comfortably against a warm, strong body, you somehow woke up on the opposite side of the bed with your head on Bucky’s flesh arm while his metal hand was resting on your pussy, having been shoved down your, or rather his, boxers. Wanting so badly to be out of this situation, but not wanting to wake the man who now held you in his grasp, you willed yourself to calm down. Fate however had other ideas.

Just as you tried to think of a possible way out, Bucky brought his lips to your ear and kissing just below it tenderly, whispered words of comfort to you. "Good morning Y/N, glad to see you slept well. How about you remain calm please, I promise you’re perfectly safe.“ he tried to reassure you though his words had little effect as your heart rate increased. Bringing his flesh hand around your front to rest on your breast, your squirming attempts to get away from him, only resulted in his holding you tighter until you felt something poking your ass, which caused you to stop completely.

"Oh come on doll, don’t stop now, things were just getting good.” he moaned as he squeezed down on your breast and pussy. Moaning yourself as he lazily pinched your nipple through his top, while running his metal fingers through your folds, you were both shocked and confused when he chuckled softly. "Guess who’s wet, Y/N? Tell me what you’d like me to do. How can I satisfy my girl, hmmm?“

"I’m not your girl, now please let me go so I may use the toilet.” you said forcefully while trying to fight the fear crawling around your insides. Kissing your neck some more as his fingers continued their dance, he grudgingly released you, before picking up the phone to order breakfast.

Heading to the bathroom, you hurriedly did what you needed to while you tried to figure out what someone like you had done to capture the attention of a world famous Avenger. Finally unable to quiet the thoughts running riot in your head, you headed back out to see what awaited you.

Stepping foot back in the bedroom, you were surprised to find Bucky simply sitting on the bed, looking at nothing in particular. Approaching him cautiously, you sat down next to him carefully while worrying about what to do when he failed to acknowledge your presence. Slowly reaching out your hand and placing it on his, he gave a slight jerk when he felt your touch and you called his name. Though he didn’t pull away, you could see the light in his eyes was a little dimmed and remembering who exactly sat next to you, your heart broke a little as you recognized another lost and frightened soul. "Bucky,“ you repeated in the same gentle tone, "is everything okay?”

“What?” he questioned, as if only now fully realizing you were there. “Oh yeah, sorry. Just got stuck in my own head a bit. Are you doing alright, doll? Do you need anything?”

Smiling a bit that he could be so concerned about you while obviously dealing with his own issues, you reached your other hand up and carefully pushed some hair behind his ear to clear the view of his face. “I’m all good, thank you. Did you want to maybe use the bathroom before breakfast?” you gently inquired as you didn’t want him to think you were giving orders.

Cautiously looking down at the hand still resting on his metal one, his gaze then fell on you and he was a little taken aback to see nothing but concern. For as long as he could remember fear had been the predominant look he had seen on the faces of humanity, yet even with the way the morning started and your obvious distrust, your ability to see the good in people still shone through like a glorious sunrise. Coming back to himself, he smiled at you before taking both your hands in his and kissed them tenderly as he spoke. “Yeah, I won’t be too long. Breakfast will be here shortly. I hope cereal is okay?”

“Cereal is just fine. It’s actually what I usually eat anyway.” you replied, getting up to allow him to go about his morning routine. This proved a tad difficult however when his grip held firm though gentle and you looked at him a bit worried until you saw that he was still in control of himself.

“I’m sorry if how you woke up this morning scared you. I’m sure it was a lot to wake up to.” he sighed, as if half afraid to mention it.

“It’s okay really. If you’d like we can maybe talk about it later, as you said breakfast will be here shortly.” you reminded him while hoping your tone remained reassuring.

Releasing you as he nodded his head in agreement, he finally headed for the bathroom, while you sat down on the couch, laced up your boots and tried not to think about the rollercoaster the last twenty-four hours had been.

Returning quickly from the bathroom, dressed in blue jeans and a red henley, Bucky led you out to the living area just in time for breakfast to be delivered. Pulling out your chair like the perfect gentleman he was, Bucky opened the door for the waiter before joining you at the table. As the trolley with your food was wheeled it, you were further surprised to see a bouquet of roses and lilies accompanying the breakfast. Placing all the necessary food items on the table, the waiter then handed the flowers to you before leaving the room.

Though your mind swirled with all the possible implications and the old you would have played the part of a good little girl, this new, home-owning you was determined to voice the question currently swirling in your brain. "Mr. Barnes, am I missing something here?“ you asked, raising the flowers slightly in order to point out what you were referencing.

"Y/N please, I have asked you to call me Bucky,” he reminded you and reached for the cereal while continuing to speak, “and what exactly is the issue?”

“The issue is that after not even twenty-four hours together, you’re now buying me flowers. Not to mention the incident.” you called it, not wanting to add the word groping. "This gives me the impression that you think we’re on a date or something.“

Stalling what he was doing, while not quite looking at you, your eyes widened and the bouquet fell from your hand as your suspicions seemed to bloom into existence in the silence that followed.

"Oh god, I’m right. Aren’t I?” you asked, trying to keep the terror out of your voice. Rising from the table when he still refused to answer and heading for the door, you just now realized he was sitting between your escape option when his metal arm shot out, wrapped around your waist and pulled you easily onto his waiting lap. Screaming and thrashing as loud and as hard as you could, you had to admit defeat, when his metal arm held you tighter while his other hand clamped itself firmly over your mouth and nose.

“Y/N,” he said, speaking so softly by your ear that you could almost picture yourself in the arms of his alter ego, “I need you to calm down so we can have a nice, quiet breakfast. Then we can clear up this whole misunderstanding. Nod if you accept.”

Fighting a bit harder, you finally had to agree when he tightened his grip once more and you felt like you were going to pass out. Happy with your reluctant acceptance, he rose from his chair and after depositing you back by your own empty bowl, added cereal to it before heading to the door and to your complete horror, locked it. Slipping the key card back into his jeans, he then sat back down at the table and continued to prepare his breakfast as if nothing had happened.

Still trying to wrap your head around what had just transpired, you figured dealing with him might be a damn sight easier with some food in your stomach, and so as he began eating, you gave in and tucked into your own breakfast. Eating in silence, while glancing at Bucky every now and then, you hoped that a chance meeting and a simple act of kindness hadn’t meant you traded one nightmare for another.

Once breakfast was finally over, Bucky cleared up the table and pushed the trolley out into the hall before placing the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door. Coming back in and once again locking it, he looked at your scared form waiting at the table and sighed heavily as he thought through how best to handle the situation.

Going to the fridge to get you some water, he brought it over to the table and kneeling down before you, requested that you drink some. Doing as he asked, you downed the whole bottle as he gently reached out his hand to stroke your cheek. Feeling somewhat less anxious, you couldn’t understand how his touch calmed your fears and you silently cursed yourself as he finally spoke. "Let’s go into the other room and talk, shall we? If memory serves, there's a couch there you seemed to think was comfortable enough to sleep on.“

Rising from the floor and taking your hand as you silently nodded, Bucky led you back to the bedroom and sat both of you on said couch. Sighing again as you scooted away from him to the far end, he gave you a few minutes to get comfortable before trying to alleviate your concerns. "Y/N, tell me what’s bothering you and we’ll figure out how to fix it.” he said, finding it difficult not to reach out and pull you onto his lap.

Seething that he even pretended not to know what was bothering you, you tried to control your temper so as not to provoke his darker side. “What’s bothering me is you acting like we’re a couple. Paying for everything, the flowers, the groping and don’t even think I didn’t see you locking the door just now. Give me a straight answer, will you allow me to leave here?” you asked, looking directly at him.

“You want a straight answer, fine. No.” he replied, and his answer actually took you by surprise. Never in your wildest dreams did you expect him to so blatantly shoot you down and for a few seconds you were actually lost for words. "Now answer a simple question for me, why did you agree to keep me company?“ he asked, and you realized he had you there.

"Well I … ” you stammered, trying to think of an answer that wouldn’t land you in even deeper shit.

“I’m waiting, doll.” he smirked, seeing quite plainly how flustered you had become. "Is it possible that it’s your feelings for me and not my actions that scares you? Has life treated you so poorly, that the slightest bit of affection from someone is something you’re now conditioned to pull away from?“ Moving so close to you that he placed his hand behind you on the back of the couch while you felt his warm breath on your skin, you knew his ability to focus on your heartbeat would give away your secret.

Finally swallowing the lump in your throat, you looked at Bucky and figured the truth was the only option left. "I agreed because like you said we were enjoying ourselves and I didn’t mind keeping you company for a brief time. However, I honestly don’t know why you want to keep me around.”

Knowing that he had been right and that you spoke the truth, Bucky’s heart broke that someone as precious as you, thought so little of yourself. Somewhat afraid to startle you, he slowly brought his hand down to your shoulder before speaking again. "I want you with me because you possess a kindness sorely lacking in most people. After all you actually treat me like a human being.“

Never having been used to hearing anything good said about you, you stared around the room, unwilling to look at him. Bucky however was having none of it and throwing caution to the wind, pulled you securely against his side. "Doll, you don’t get a lot of compliments, do you?” he asked, reaching for your chin and forcing you to look at him. Gazing into his soulful blue eyes, you answered “no” so low that only the silence of the room and his super soldier hearing enabled him to hear you. At last understanding why you were so hesitant of him and your feelings, he now realized he needed to take things slow with you. Placing a tender kiss on your forehead, he ignored your shocked expression before moving on. "Okay, so accepting that you promised to keep me company, what would you like to do today?“

Feeling yourself relax somewhat, you thought about what your answer would reveal, but figured being who he was and the friends he had, he could probably always find you anyways. "I think I’d like to swing by my house and grab a change of clothes. Would you by any chance be any good at climbing rock walls?” you asked and was greeted with a glorious smile that helped pound harder on the walls you so carefully erected around your heart.

“Ah beautiful girl, I can climb a rock wall better and faster than anyone.” he smirked and as he helped you up from the couch, you couldn’t help laughing at how confident he sounded or the child-like enthusiasm plastered across his features.

“Okay then mister, let’s see what you’ve got.” you said as you released your hand from his and headed towards the doors.

Feeling a bit more relaxed as Bucky unlocked the door, both of you headed downstairs and set off walking towards your house. Talking somewhat along the way about various topics, things started to get noticeably quieter the closer you got to home. Sinking back into your own head, you thought of all the possible questions he might have, as well as the implications of willingly opening your home to the Winter Soldier.

Recognizing the signs that you were heading down a rabbit hole of doubt, Bucky reached out and lacing his fingers with yours, squeezed your hand gently while giving you a reassuring smile. Smiling back at him, you finally reached the two story building you called home and as you made your way through the modest front yard, you wondered what this individual who had seen so much of the world would make of your piece of it.

Unlocking the front porch and ushering Bucky inside, you had no idea what exactly he was thinking when the first question he asked was regarding the composition of the structure. Explaining that the ground floor consisted of a nicely sized, three bedroom house while the first floor boasted five spacious bedrooms with en suites, you didn’t see the gears turning in his head as you showed him to the lounge on your way to the master bedroom.

Working quickly to change your clothes, while also remembering to slip on some underwear this time, you actually forgot you had a highly skilled assassin for company and so was unaware that your naked form moving around your room was being secretly observed.

Running his hand lazily over his crotch as he watched from the hall, the blue lingerie set adorning your body teased him just so, and it took every ounce of his strength not to throw open the door and take you right then and there. As it was, he instead tried to focus on what it would be like to see this house filled with laughter and littered with toys and these thoughts, coupled with you pulling on jeans and a plain white t-shirt, slowly brought his raging horniness under control.

Finally dressed, you tossed a few days provisions into a bag before heading into the rest of the house to retrieve the super soldier. Finding him out in the small back yard, you wondered what he was thinking as he turned to face you. "This is a really nice place you’ve got here. I don’t imagine you’ve had it long though?“ he questioned and you wondered how someone could know so little and yet so much about a person they had just met.

"What makes you say that?” you inquired while hoping to get some insight into him.

“Well I kinda peeked about upstairs. That’s a lot of boxes for someone living here.” he smirked and you found yourself laughing along with him.

“Wow great detective skills there. I guess you really don’t miss anything when it’s right in front of your nose. I only recently moved in and have kinda just been enjoying my freedom, I guess.”

“Hey now, don’t get cheeky. I’d hate to have to punish you before we have some fun.” he said, coming to stand in front of you and playfully swatting your ass.

Feeling a mild tingling sensation shoot through your core, your mind wondered how he could have such an effect on your emotions. Reigning in these thoughts and feelings, you placed your bag over your shoulder and headed back into the house. Retrieving your jacket, while making sure Bucky was following you, both of you exited the door and locking up asked him if he wanted to walk to the adventure center or if you should take your car.

Reaching out to take your bag, like you he threw it over his left shoulder before extending out his right hand to you. "How about we walk?“ he suggested, allowing you to lead the way when you placed your hand on his. "After all, the weather is glorious and it’s definitely one way to limber up.” he added, winking at you suggestively.

Ignoring the innuendo and the tingling still lingering between your thighs, half an hour later your spirits were high as you led Bucky through the lobby of the adventure center to the rock wall which you luckily enough had a standing booking for every Tuesday.

Stepping into the harness and pulling it tightly, you were both touched and annoyed when Bucky came to stand beside you and checked that everything was in order. "Hey Barnes, just what do you think you’re doing?“ you asked as he then attached the rope.

"Just making sure everything is secure. This is precious cargo and we don’t want anything happening to you.” he replied as his hands lingered on your shoulders.

“Well as sweet as that gesture is, I have been doing this for a few years now,” you pointed out as you released yourself from his hold to make sure your shoes were still laced up securely, “and I’ve been quite safe. Thank you very much.”

“Sorry.” he said, as he played with your fingers before both of you turned towards the wall. Realizing you couldn’t stay mad at him for some bizarre reason, you gently told him it was okay before suggesting both of you get stuck in. Not sure how you were going to match up to an Avenger, you gave him a tentative smile, took a deep breath and began.

Taking your time and zoning out as if on your own, you matched Bucky hold for hold and was surprised to see he hadn’t skyrocketed to the top. Unsure whether he was taking it easy on you or if he was simply just enjoying himself, he reached the top about two feet before you and waiting until you joined him, stretched out his hand to take yours before asking if you were okay.

Smiling broadly at him, you assured him everything was fine before both of you gently kicked off from the wall and eased yourselves back down to the ground. Having once again gotten there first, your feet never touched the floor however as Bucky caught you easily in his powerful arms and even you had to admit it actually felt comforting. Releasing you a few seconds later, both of you agreed that since Bucky didn’t have a change of clothes with him, it would be easier and nicer to shower back at the hotel and so headed off there to clean up. Again walking hand in hand, you laughed and chatted about the other things you liked to do and the next thing you knew, your bag, along with your jacket, had joined his on the bedroom floor.

Getting both of you some water bottles while you sat on the couch and began removing your shoes, you stopped halfway through when Bucky stood next to you and offered you a bottle. Thanking him and drinking it down quickly as he joined you on the couch, you looked at him dubiously at the words that then left his mouth. “So sweet girl, tell me, where do you stand on environmental protection?”

“I beg your pardon. What does that have to do with anything?” you asked, wondering what he was getting at as he scooted closer to you.

“Well,” he grinned, toying with the hem of your t-shirt, “we both need a shower and I know for a fact the one in there will easily accommodate two.” he replied while raising an eyebrow towards the bathroom.

As his meaning finally settled in your brain, you tried rising to your feet to put as much distance between you two as possible, only to find your t-shirt held firmly in his strong grasp. "Bucky let me go,“ you said forcefully as your hands went to your back to try and release his hold. "I am not going to shower with you. Ever.”

“Not even if I make it worth your while.” he whispered by your ear as he ran his metal hand back and forth along your thigh. Unsure whether or not he knew the effect he had on you, your protests died down as his hand continued to stroke and squeeze your thigh while his lips latched onto your neck and began kissing and sucking as if his life depended on it.

Biting down particularly hard at the same time his metal hand ripped open your jeans and his cool fingers slipped inside to make contact with your clit, the moans that now left your lips were music to his ears. Releasing your t-shirt while his other hand and lips continued to work their magic, Bucky, with what you assumed was all the skill and strength of a trained assassin, moved both of you to the bed, while never breaking contact with your neck or pussy. Placing you upon it gently, his flesh hand slipped inside your t-shirt and easily unhooked your bra before looking into your face to see lust-filled eyes staring back at him.

Bending down tentatively to capture your lips with his, you couldn’t hide the moan that escaped when, between your legs a long, cool digit breached your folds and worked its way along your channel. Taking advantage of this opening, Bucky slipped his tongue into your waiting mouth and explored every inch before adding another finger to your now aching core. Working these fingers in and out at a torturously slow pace, while his tongue now warred with yours, you were slammed back to reality when his lips once more returned to your ear and his next words broke the spell he had been casting. “Did you know when you dressed that blue is my absolute favorite color?”

Realizing with blinding clarity that he had earlier watched you dress back at your house, you somehow took him by surprise and shoved him off you before heading for the bathroom and locking the door. Sitting on the toilet as you tried to calm yourself down, the fire he lit between your legs threatened to engulf you and to make matters worse, your brain was quick to point out that even if you showered, all your clean clothes were in the same room as the horny super soldier assassin.

Cursing the feelings he was able to create within you, you reluctantly opened the door to find Bucky on the bed where you left him, stroking his crotch while sucking on the fingers that mere moments ago were working on sending you into orbit. Biting back a moan as he acknowledged your presence and his blue orbs locked with yours, all rational thought abandoned you at his next words. "Hey doll, let me be the first to tell you, you taste divine?“

Deciding that later you would blame what happened next and the resulting consequences on hormones, you sprinted across the room, crashed into his strong chest and brought your lips down on his as your fingers sought out his hair. Latching on as he suddenly got with the program, Bucky kissed you back just as passionately as his hands helped settle you better on his powerful body.

Feeling the hardness nestled against your mound as his hands pushed your hips against his, you grudgingly pulled back as your lungs screamed for air. Looking down on his startled form, you placed your hands against his chest and you tried to get your breathing under control as he smirked up at you. "Not that I’m complaining, but what has changed in the last few minutes.”

“My head reminded me that I’m supposed to be having fun.” you squealed out as Bucky’s hands continued to squeeze your ass.

“Such a pretty thoughtful head.” he then replied, before flipping you over onto your back and bringing his lips to your forehead. “I’m gonna show you just how much fun we can have doll.” he continued as he began slowly moving down your body. Grabbing hold of your t-shirt as you wiggled beneath him, Bucky quickly divested you of your top, as his eyes got a close up look at the bra he had glimpsed earlier.

“Beautiful.” he breathed out as his palms came to rest on your mounds while his lips explored your now exposed stomach. Continuing to squirm around as his tongue, lips and facial hair tickled your flesh, all rational thought went out the window again when Bucky looked up at you before grabbing hold of your jeans and peeling them off your legs.

Now standing up and looking down at you, he winked cheekily at you before reaching for the hem of his henley and pulling it over his head. Leaning up on your elbows, you licked your lips as his glorious abs came into view. Noticing your heated gaze, Bucky maintained eye contact with you as he slipped his fingers into the waistband of his pants and removed them easily.

Now stalking towards you in nothing but his boxers, he playfully jumped on the bed next to you before placing you gently upon him. “Like what you see Y/N?” he asked, and something told you that the use of your name and the lowering of his chin meant he was somewhat unsure of your answer.

Knowing what he had lived through while trying to understand the insecurity it obviously fostered in him, you reached for his chin and kissed him tenderly before speaking. "Absolutely Bucky.“ you said, smiling down at him. "But keep in mind, I don’t exactly have anything to compare it to.” you smirked.

Laughing gently as he pulled you down on top of him for a tender kiss, he smiled as he thought how lucky he was to have found you. Holding you tight as you nestled against his chest, he reluctantly asked the question he was afraid to get an answer to. "Doll, are you really sure you want to do this? Truth please.“

Thinking seriously about this, you reluctantly turned away from him, slightly afraid to answer after the previous exchange.

"Y/N?” he questioned firmly, drawing you back to your current predicament.

“I do, but … ” you stopped and licked your lips which were suddenly dry. "but I had rather hoped my first time would be in my own bed. Are you mad at me?“ you asked quietly, still unable to look at him.

"Oh Doll, you’re killing me.” he said, as he sat up while now holding you on his lap. "Of course I’m not mad at you. I too would prefer your first time to be in our bed.“ he continued, though you were too concerned with his reaction to pay much attention to what he was actually saying. "Come on you,” he grinned, “let’s get ourselves cleaned up and we’ll head downstairs for dinner. How does that sound?”

“Fantastic.” you replied. "But are you really sure you don’t mind?“

"Absolutely doll.” he kissed you reassuringly and standing up, carried you towards the bathroom as his plan to ingratiate himself into every part of your life was unfolding nicely.

Depositing you in the bathroom as he turned on the shower, you sat on the toilet and wondered what had gotten into you when you reached over and grabbed Bucky’s ass. Looking back at you as you rose to your feet, his train of thought became interrupted when you stood before him and uttered in your sweetest sing-song voice, “Care to help a girl out?”

Staring at you as his hands reached out to remove your panties, Bucky peeled them off carefully before pulling you towards him. "Doll you’re making it very difficult for me to be a gentleman. Are you sure you haven’t done this kind of thing before?“ he questioned as his hands traveled up to remove your bra and his lips latched onto yours.

Moaning into the kiss as he divested you of your bra thus leaving you completely naked in front of him, you nodded your head as you leaned into his fit body and worked your hands down the back of his boxers. Massaging his ass cheeks while he placed open mouth kisses along your neck and collar bones, he bit down particularly hard, causing you to wince, when your wandering hands pinched his ass harder than he thought possible.

"Fuck doll, knock it off, or I’ll take you right here on this floor.” he exclaimed while jerking his hips towards you so you could feel exactly what your ministrations were doing to him. Staring up at him playfully, you hooked your thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and slowly rolling them down his legs, waited on bended knees for him to step out of them. Then tossing them aside, like he’d done with your lingerie, you leaned forward and ran your tongue along his shaft as you stood back up.

Groaning at the feelings you were creating within him and surprised by the level of control both of you were displaying, he quickly came to his senses and opening the shower door, ushered both of you inside. Washing as quickly as possible so as to avoid any further temptation, Bucky now understood why it was a terrible idea for both of you to share the shower. Smirking over at him as you bent over to wash your legs, Bucky swore that first chance he got you were going to be tied to your bed and teased until an apology passed your lips. As it was, his only option at the present time was to stand under the showerhead, turn on the cold water and allow the frigid temperature to cool the inferno raging in his loins.

Finally clean, both of you exited the shower and returning to the bedroom, dressed in silence before heading downstairs. Having had the good sense to book a table, Bucky placed his hand protectively on the small of your back as the waiter escorted you to the discrete booth where this whole rollercoaster had started. Sitting down and ordering your meals, you were painfully aware once again of all the stares directed your way. Taking your hand and squeezing gently, Bucky’s reassurance eased your nervousness and with his help the rest of dinner was enjoyed in your own personal bubble. Once the meal was over, a game of cards back in his room, also your room now, found you sitting in front of him with nothing but your lingerie while he had only lost his socks, shoes and top.

“You’re not very good at this, are you doll?” Bucky asked, gazing across at your now almost naked form.

“Maybe I’m better than you think,” you smirked back “and this was just the quickest and easiest way to get undressed for bed.”

“Ah doll, if that was what you wanted, I would have only been too happy to oblige.” he replied and neither of you could hide the grins that graced your features. Finally agreeing that a glorious bed was calling, both of you availed yourselves of the facilities before Bucky returned to find you staring at the bed.

“Y/N doll, is everything alright?” he inquired as his arms engulfed your smaller frame and your head fell back against his chest.

“I was just wondering what the chances are that morning will find me once again wrapped in your arms.” you said and you could feel the rumble in his chest as his laughter gently filled your ears.

“Doll I think we both know the chances are extremely high. Why do you ask?”

“Well in that case,” you said, releasing yourself from his embrace, “I might as well save you the trouble and sleep by the window now,” you continued, before turning around, kissing him tenderly and walking to the opposite side of the bed. Lying down and tucking yourself against his body, Bucky made good on his promise to hold you through the night and once again a restful night’s sleep easily claimed you.

Waking refreshed, but alone the next morning, your sense of disappointment surprised you as you not only wondered where Bucky was but how he had now become something you missed when he wasn’t there. Sitting up in bed, you were just about to get up and look for him, when the bathroom door opening announced his presence. Looking sleepily over at him, he quickly joined you back in bed before placing his arms around you and kissing your hair. "Everything alright sweet girl?“

"Kinda,” you replied quietly without looking at him.

Paying attention in a way that only someone with his life experience could, Bucky lifted your chin and noticed quite easily the concerned look clouding your features. "Tell me what’s worrying you babygirl.“

"I … um … ” you hesitated, wondering how he would react and where this particular decision would lead. "I was wondering if perhaps you’d like to check out of this hotel this morning?“

"I see,” he answered, not quite expecting this response, “and if I do that, where exactly might I stay for the next week and a half, hmm?”

Laying your head back down on his chest, his steady breathing helped calm you as the next words left your lips. "Well, there’s more than enough room at my house.“ you quietly replied, though you knew he heard every word.

Staying completely still as your words sunk in, you looked up in time to see sheer wonderment light up his features as the implications of your offer hit home. "Wait, just so there’s no confusion here, are you inviting me to stay at your place for the rest of my visit?” he asked while sitting you up and placing you on his powerful legs.

“Yes and possibly the rest of your life.” you quickly blurted out before you could stop yourself, though you knew his work wouldn’t allow him to accept.

“Could you repeat that?” Bucky asked, pulling your hands away from your face as you realized with blinding stupidity what you had said.

“Nuh uh. You know what I said, please don’t make me repeat it.” you begged, but he wasn’t having any of it. Flipping you easily onto your back, Bucky proceeded to use his lips and tongue to find every ticklish spot on your body and skillfully ravished each and every one until you could no longer stand the torture. “Alright, alright. Enough.” you cried out as tears leaked from your eyes and you tried to get your breathing under control. "I said you could stay for the rest of your life.“

"That’s what I thought you said, doll.” Bucky replied as he placed soft kisses on your lips before moving against your ear. "And just whose bed might I be sleeping in, hmm?“ he whispered as a burst of heat shot through your body and settled firmly between your legs. Unable to focus on anything but his skillful mouth now pleasuring your pulse point, you let out a moan when his teeth bit down on your shoulder to get your attention. "I asked a question, sweetie.”

“Mine.” you breathlessly replied, and you swore the smile that graced his features could light up a room all on its own. Kissing you once more, he lay back down beside you and pulling you flush against his body, asked if you were really sure this was what you wanted. “Absolutely. I know we haven’t known each other very long, but with you I feel safe and cherished. It’s a feeling I’d like to hold onto.”

Delighted that his plan was working out, having actually arrived in the area the previous week, he happily agreed to take you up on your offer. Then setting the alarm on his phone to wake you in two hours, he wrapped his arms tightly around you and lulled you back to sleep.

Waking fifteen minutes before his alarm went off, Bucky looked down on your sleeping form and hoped you never had to find out that it was Natasha who had first seen you in this same hotel a few months previous. Having been the day you had finally purchased your new home, she watched from another table as you ordered your food and ate in peace while keeping to yourself. Not knowing why, she followed you that day and finding you relaxing on a nearby beach, all she could picture was Bucky sitting next to you as the wave crashed around you. She knew at that moment, the love her friend was looking for, was right in front of her.

Returning back to the present and turning off the alarm, he went about sending a quick email to Sam, Steve and Nat to inform them of developments, before turning his attention back to you. In time his friends would welcome you into the fold, but for now, his main goal was to help you blossom into the self-confident goddess he knew you could be. Sliding his metal arm along your thigh, he caught hold of your panties and pulled before letting it snap back gently against your folds. Doing this a few more times while bringing his lips down on your bra covered nipples, he eventually woke you up with two minutes to spare.

Finding a wet sensation between your legs, not to mention his drool all over your bra, you tried to be pissed at him, but could only manage mild irritation. Joining him for a quick shower, both of you dressed quickly before heading around the suite and gathering up every stitch of your belongings. Once all the things were packed away, you once again threw your bag over your shoulder and taking Bucky’s offered hand, headed downstairs to the reception desk. Closing out his room account while reserving your now usual booth for Monday and Thursday nights at seven o'clock, you and Bucky then left the hotel and set off towards your house.

Planning on enjoying whatever the next week and a half brought, you had no idea as you slid the key into the front door, that Bucky fully intended taking you up on your offer. Filling your days with all your favorite activities, domesticity and unbelievable sex, as it was, seated in your booth in an unusually empty restaurant almost four months later, your slightly plump stomach hidden beneath a stylish top, the reality struck you instantly as Bucky dropped to one knee and opening a small box, asked you to marry him.

Knowing now that this was his plan all along and you had simply been played and maneuvered to this point, you held out your hand and said “yes” as he slipped the ring on your finger before placing his lips tenderly against yours and then moved down to kiss your growing bump. Finally having everything he wanted, he sat back down and ordered dessert as he watched you staring at the beautiful sapphire that now rested on your left hand.

“What are you thinking there doll?” he asked as you tore your eyes away from the stone and focused instead at the mundane pattern on the table tile.

“I was just thinking about what happens when the novelty of all this wears off.” you replied, gesturing to both the ring and your current condition without meeting his gaze.

Waiting for the waiter who had just arrived with your desserts to leave, Bucky got up and sitting down beside you, tenderly placed one arm around you, before pulling you close and resting the other on the life growing inside you. "You two, my love are not a novelty and I never want you to think like that again.“ he lovingly reassured you. "You are the most important things in my life and I will spend forever proving that to you. Now how about we finish our dessert and I will take you upstairs where this all began and remind you just how much you mean to me.”

Realizing as his words sunk in, that he had not only booked out the whole restaurant, but also your original suite for the night, a light giddiness eased your worries somewhat as you easily accepted his offer. Finishing your desserts and heading upstairs with Bucky’s arm protectively around your waist, the familiar setting once he opened the door and led you to the bedroom, brought back all the wonderful feelings and memories that led to where you were now … pregnant, naked and absolutely worshipped by a man you knew you never wanted to live without. Thus moaning and writhing beneath him as he gently thrust into your sweat slicked body, you let your fears melt away on the orgasms he pulled from you before he joined you in a post orgasmic bliss of tender kisses, cuddles and sleep filled with joyous dreams of things to come.

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